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non!idolsunghoon x fem!reader (feat. taehyun from txt)

“in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman”

synopsis: your friend convinces you to go on a blind date with her boyfriend’s friend, sunghoon.

warnings/content: written in third pov. strangers to lovers. cursing. reader’s kind of awkward, and doesn’t like horror movies. sunghoon’s kind of flirty. nicknames used (gorgeous, loser). fluff!

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 6.0k

a/n: fictional characters — dae (jungwon’s partner), min-su (heeseung’s partner), and ji-woo (jake’s partner)

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current song playing: “slut!” by taylor swift

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a loud groan left y/n’s mouth as she turned her back from her friend. “no ji-woo!”

“oh come on, y/n!! it’ll be fun!”

the girl faced to ji-woo with a frown displayed. “you know i haven’t gotten over taehyun yet..”

her friend rolled her eyes in a playful gesture before replying — “girl that’s why you go on the blind date!”

“it wouldn’t be such a bad idea..” dae murmured on the side.

y/n’s head whipped to him in an instant to send a stink eye. “it would be, actually. i’m not ready and having a double date with you and jake with someone i don’t even know is just so awkward.”

“it won’t be! jake just wants his friend to have some company for the night. please, y/n…” ji-woo pleaded.

y/n let out a disgusted sigh at her before turning her attention to an eagerly-waiting dae and min-su. “should i..?”

“YES!” they yelled together.

“UGH i hate you guys.. fine!”

the gang cheered in her defeat as they gathered around. “finally getting over taehyun!” dae exclaimed.

“i will end you..”

ji-woo gave a chuckle at her threat. “you’ll be fine y/n! he’s good looking, and he’s pretty much like you but in boy form!”

“is that supposed to be a compliment…”

“wait is it sunghoon?” min-su chimed in as she sent her text out to her boyfriend.

“oh yeah, heeseung knows him right?”

“mhm” — their friend responded, “i heard he’s kind of cold hearted from other dates he’s had though..”

“cold hearted..?” y/n repeated.

“i’m sure it’ll be fineee. from what i’ve heard, he’s a stand up guy.” ji-woo attempted to reassure.

“pft yeah right, he’s probably just into one night stands.” the short girl retorted

“isn’t that what you want though?” questioned dae who was giving light taps on his phone for jungwon.

y/n sighed. “well i’m not gonna expect anything out of that stupid double blind date i have with ji-woo.”

the group gave light giggles at her words. “you’re such a hater,” the dimpled girl snorted.

“i am! i’m only doing this for you.”

“you love me…”

“i’m leaving..”

“Y/N!”

“shut up, i’m leaving!” her footsteps hurried out of the room before she could hear their debating screams on coming back.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

“do i look fine?” y/n nervously mumbled while fidgeting her fingers.

ji-woo sighed out — “girl yes! you always do.”

“shut up, i’m hating you so much right now. i cant believe i actually said yes to this.”

“well it’s too late! they’re already coming here anyway.”

the shorter girl huffed out a sigh after applying the last few touches to her makeup. “why did i say yes…” she muttered under her breath.

minutes passed and soon came the time when the two boys arrived. jake walked in first to engulf his girlfriend into a tight hug, as sunghoon awkwardly tumbled behind him.

“hey love, missed you today.” he sighed out in the embrace of ji-woo — earning quiet giggles from her.

as the two couple were hugging, y/n and sunghoon stayed on the side with averting eyes. they’re introverts, of course they’re too scared to talk first.

the girl gave a swift, clear cough in her throat to catch her friend’s attention. “hm? oh! sorry, y/n this is sunghoon. sunghoon, this is y/n.” ji-woo spoke to the two tense figures.

“hi…” y/n softly uttered with a weird hand wave.

“hello,” he replied in a light manner.

the silence was deathly awkward already. jake sucked in a deep breath before patting his friend’s back. “ah i’m sorry y/n, my bro here is a little awkward, but if you get to know him more, you’ll find that he matches you.” he beamed a smile at his girlfriend’s friend, who was just nodding.

“that’s nice, i guess..” she said, whispering the last few words to herself.

“girl you’re awkward too, you better not leave it to just sunghoon to talk.” ji-woo suddenly disputed while intertwining her hands with her boyfriend’s.

y/n gave a quick side eye as her mouth gaped open in shock. “yeah yeah whatever, just focus on your stupid date.” she bitterly spat back. she heard sunghoon give a quiet chuckle at his side, amused in her little antics with her friend.

he flashed a half smile, letting his fangs highlight his facial features even more. perhaps this date wasn’t such a bad idea after all…

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

the beginning to the double date was to a movie. and of course, it was a horror movie — ji-woo picked it on purpose.

“ugh i really fucking hate you right now. why would you do this to me?” y/n fumed, feeling her hands shake with each taunting thought of the jumpscares in mind.

being such gentlemen, sunghoon and jake (mostly jake) volunteered themselves to grab the snacks while the two girls sat in the theater — letting previews play in the background.

“girl you’ll be finee, i heard that it’s not even that scary!” ji-woo defended.

“i don’t care, ji-woo! i cant do horror movies, you know that! i hate you so much, i wish i never went on this stupid date.”

“oh my gosh.. you’ll be fine y/n! just… hold onto sunghoon when you get scared.” her brows raised suggestively, earning a harsh nudge from y/n.

“you’re so ugly. i’m gonna fucking walk out, that’s what i’m gonna do.”

“no you won’t!” ji-woo yelled back with a hand grab to her. “the ticket’s been purchased so.. you have no choice but to stay here.”

y/n scoffed and groaned soon after. “fine but i’m not gonna sit next to you.” she got up from the middle section, and sat in the corner where sunghoon was originally gonna sit.

ji-woo only scoffed at her petty behavior, opening her mouth to make a comeback but was stopped with the entrance of jake. the boy sat next to her with a confused look.

“i thought y/n was gonna-“

“she wants to sit there so she’ll sit there,” his girlfriend intervened.

y/n rolled her eyes before searching for her date who wasn’t behind jake. “hey where’s my date?”

her friend’s boyfriend chuckled. “you care about where my bro is at now huh?”

her face morphed into an eye squint with her lips tugged at the corner. “god you’re just like fucking ji-woo…”

the couple laughed together before jake spoke again — “it’ll be okay, y/n. your savior just decided to get more snacks for you.”

y/n’s face felt heated with embarrassment. all that fuss, and he was just being polite.

“whatever… i still wish dae and min-su were fucking here. they’d still leave me for their man but..,” her lips pouted as she missed them, feeling neglected from her friend who was giggling with her man. soon after, she pulled out her phone.

y/n <33:

miss you guys :(

for once, i miss you guys 🧍🏻‍♀️

jungwon’s bae 🩶:

What!

What about your date?

hee’s fav 🤍:

um that’s a first!

y/n <33:

ji-woo’s abandoned me and i want to go home already :(

y/n <33:

somebody pick me up please..

like PLEASE

PLEASE PICK ME UP

jungwon’s bae 🩶:

LMAO OMG Y/N

You’ll be fineee

Just talk to him!

hee’s fav 🤍:

girl you’ve only been there for like 45 minutes

y/n <33:

YEAH AND 45 MINUTES IS ENOUGH

Replied to ‘Just talk to him!’ — I DONT WANT TOOOOOOOOO

WHY CANT I JUST GO HOME

jake’s girl 🫂:

girl stop texting the group chat and talk to sunghoon!

almost immediately, y/n whipped her head to ji-woo who was already looking at her. she rolled her eyes before sending the middle finger to her, and then going back to the group chat.

jake’s girl 🫂:

RUDE!

jungwon’s bae 🩶:

huh

jake’s girl 🫂:

she flipped me off!!

hater 🙄

y/n <33:

I AM BC WHY TF AM I STILL HERE

jungwon’s bae 🩶:

HAHAHAHA THIS IS SO FUNNY

hee’s fav 🤍:

she wants to abandon sunghoon already

y/n <33:

PLEASE COME GET ME

MIN-SU AND DAE 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

jake’s girl 🫂:

NO!

let her talk to sunghoon first

jungwon’s bae 🩶:

Um sorry y/n :(

hee’s fav 🤍:

i would come get you but hee’s being clingy right now

he won’t leave me alone

sorry twin, you’re on your own

y/n <33: :(

jungwon’s bae 🩶:

I’ll get you after the movies if you still want to come home

y/n <33:

i wanna go home now 🧍🏻‍♀️

jungwon’s bae 🩶:

Sorry y/n, Jungwon just came too so

y/n <33:

yeah yeah whatever, have fun losers

the girl shut her phone after the text sent through to avoid any other messages. she gave a defeated sigh at the situation she was stuck in.

she didn’t hate the boy, but she was just simply too awkward to be going on dates like these.

soon enough, sunghoon came back with arms full of candy and popcorn.

just the sight of him approaching y/n was awkward — in a sweet, kind of dorky way.

“o-oh, you’re sitting in my seat?” he asked with his lips pressed together afterward.

she only nodded before looking down in an apologetic manner — “yeah, sorry.. i don’t want to sit next to my friend right now.”

he gave a chuckle as he sat down in the one next to her. “you must’ve really hated her for putting you on this date with me huh?”

“w..what!” her eye blew up in shock at his sudden approach. “no! i mean, i just can’t go on dates with how awkward i am..”

sunghoon widened his smile as he empathized with her words. “are you usually this awkward?”

y/n bit her lips before melting in with a head shake. as if she was already comfortable with him, she sent a soft smack to his arms. “shut up, i’m awkward but i’m not as awkward as you.” the girl shot back.

his mouth slightly gaped open with how sudden he had been hit. “that really hurt, you know?” he teased in a shit eating grin, hands rubbing at the “bruised” area.

she reflected back a smile as she shook her head. in all the dates she’s been on, she’s never met a man whose met her expectations in the reactions for when she’d hit them — until him.

“you’re stupid,” she said in an automatic response.

sunghoon smirked with an eyebrow raise. “yeah? well if i’m stupid, then you’re gorgeous.”

y/n forcibly took a pause in everything. ‘where did that random surge of confidence come from?’ she asked herself while awkwardly laughing. “gorgeous..? that’s a little upfront.”

he did a head tilt with her words, causing her heart to lightly thump at his handsome, confused face. “upfront? did you like it?” his thick brows raised again as he grinned ear to ear, enjoying her shy reactions.

she shook her head after burying it into the palm of her hands. “ew stop it..,” her voice muffled out as she nudged her head against his broad shoulders.

hoon beamed with a warm, fuzzy feeling at the tip of his ears. “your reactions to what i say are cute. i guess i’m gonna have fun trying to figure you out tonight.” he mumbled near her head.

y/n bolted up at his words. “what??”

“it’ll be fun,” he winked. oh, was he so awkward and yet so confident at such different times. is this how he does his one night stands?

she shook her head out of it. she doesn’t fall in love, not on the first date anyway. “uhm so, what kind of snacks did you get?”

sunghoon’s lips curled at her question. “well i heard from your friend that you enjoy chocolate, so i got you a little bit of everything from their selection.” one by one, he handed little chocolate snacks that had y/n mesmerized with sparkles in her eyes.

each time he gave her the candy, her hands would softly graze against his in a way that she didn’t realize, but he did. he’d take a gulp whenever he’d feel her nails faintly scratch his hands with how excited she was in snatching the treats.

“no way you got me all of this!” she exclaimed, feeling like a kid on christmas day.

he tugged a smile onto his lips as his heart was beating like crazy with the excitement she displayed. “i just wanted to make sure you’d be distracted from the scary movie.”

y/n peaked her head out of the chocolate, and to him with a puzzled look. “how’d you know i don’t like horror movies?”

“i could see how scared you were when we talked about it in the car,” sunghoon chuckled as he recalled back to watching her eyes nervously shift from ji-woo to jake, in hopes that someone read her mind (he did).

“sorry..,” she murmured. “i just can’t handle jumpscares.”

his lips pressed together in a line, conveying that he understood before showing his hand palm to her.

y/n looked at him with confused eyes, causing a hearty laugh to erupt from him. “you can hold my hand for comfort if you need to, dummy. whenever you’re scared, just squeeze it to know that you’re not alone.”

could she really do that with a stranger? “are.. you sure?” her eyes trailed up to meet his pretty face that spoke a reassuring look.

sunghoon nodded with a half smile. “yeah, i don’t mind.”

the girl’s heart lit up with butterflies. gladly, she let her hands intertwine with his and almost immediately, she felt a spark hit them.

y/n took a deep breath with how close they’ve already gotten. they barely talked and yet they were holding hands already.

as they were about to talk more, previews suddenly ended and the movie began.

when ji-woo could, she’d turn her head to check on the two — only to turn to jake and comment — “they’re already like a couple.” the male would glance at the said people and giggle alongside his girlfriend.

“i knew they’d match,” he mumbled with an approved head nod.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

throughout the film, y/n squeezed sunghoon’s hand continuously — a little more than he’d expect. when an upcoming jumpscare scene came, her hands would slightly grip in fear of what would show.

other times, the opposite side of their hands that weren’t holding would reach into the popcorn bucket situated between each other. again with the finger graze — their hands would accidentally bunk when dipped into the bucket, both too awkward to address it.

y/n gulped with the tension that was quietly arising between them. she’d occasionally stuff her face with popcorn to distract herself with how long her hands were holding his.

‘is my hand too sweaty?’ ‘is he tired of it yet?’ ‘when should i pull my hand away’ ‘he’s handsome..’ ‘damn he’s gorgeous’ ‘i could stare at his face all day’ ‘am i staring too much?’ — were all questions and thoughts that ran through her mind.

“are you that scared of the movie that you have to look at me instead?” sunghoon whispered with his head near hers.

her face grew heated with shame. “what?” she questioned aloud. her eyes trailed to his as he locked eye contact. a small smile plastered on him as he watched her shy away.

their faces were close to each other — tips of the nose barely touching with their hands still tightly intact.

“you’ve been staring a lot,” he chimed.

a glint of the movie scene (that was now deafened out by the both of them) reflected on his shiny eyes as they gazed at each other. the lighting was dark but she could still trace out all the special features highlighted on him — his thick brows, plump lips, softened eyes, and messy hair — her heart was fluttering in all sorts of ways.

“sorry.. that’s a little embarrassing,” y/n admitted with her lips firmly pressed. “i just-“

her words were interrupted by the sudden boom from the movie. a jumpscare appeared in a matter of seconds, causing the girl to jolt and tighten her hand around hoon’s.

quickly, she shut her eyes and turned her head away from the bright screen. she felt her heart beating out of her chest with the stimulated pace it was at.

in return, sunghoon rubbed his thumb in a reassuring way as he chuckled to himself. “you okay?” he queried while giving a light squeeze to her.

her breath became heavy as an uneasy feeling crept in. “yeah.. is it over?”

“yeah, the scene’s over.”

y/n peeked her eyes open to look up at a smitten boy who was still keeping his strong gaze on her. her cheeks flushed with a warming color once more as she averted his gaze to look at the bright screen.

immediately, her vision took in the scene displayed out in front of her — a woman being possessed. she yelped out in fear and gripped his hand.

“sunghoon!” y/n harshly whispered with a head whipped to him.

he flashed a smile, fangs and dimples full out on display as his heart raced. “sorry sorry, are you okay?” the boy softly murmured back.

“no, what made you think that was okay?” she whispered-yelled, furiously shaking her head in disappointment.

sunghoon couldn’t help but grin ear to ear again. biting his lips to calm himself down from looking like he had hangers in his mouth, he turned his head away from her — coming into eye contact with his friend, jake. he raised his brows in a way that spoke — ‘perfect for you, huh?’

he shook his head before turning to y/n, who was still scared out of her wits. “i didn’t know, i swear. the movie’s already over anyway.” his mutter was sweet and soft in her ears — causing a fluttering feel to hit at the pit of her stomach.

attempting to look unfazed, she groaned out a disgusted sigh before detangling her fingers that were still tightly attached to him. the movie was indeed over so no hand holding was needed anymore.

sunghoon quietly sighed out at the empty feel against his hands. “you okay?” he asked with worried eyes.

y/n nodded her head, hands rubbing her heart area to calm it down. “yeah no, i’m fine, but if i have nightmares, i’m blaming you.”

he amusingly chuckled before sending a pat to her hair. “alright that’s fair.“

“okay lovebirds, you guys ready?” ji-woo asked to the two.

y/n looked at her with disgust written on her face. she barely knew the guy after all.

sunghoon looked at her for confirmation, only to earn a simple nod and eyebrow raise.

the group left the movie theater together, and then carried onto their plan of having dinner together.

in the seating arrangement, ji-woo and y/n sat near each other, facing their dates.

“oh shoot, i forgot something in the car!” y/n’s friend exclaimed with a sigh.

“what is it?” responded jake.

“my phone, i can’t believe i forgot it!”

a chuckle slipped out of his mouth as his hand gently placed over hers. “don’t worry love, let’s go get it.”

as she got up, y/n was quick to grasp her wrist. “uhm jake, why don’t i just go with her instead?” her eyes met her friend’s, letting it shift to sunghoon to give her the hint to not be left alone with him.

jake smiled as he watched his girlfriend’s friend give a poorly made signal. “it’s fine, we’ll be quick y/n. make sure she’s okay, bro.” he swatted a hand to hoon who was awkwardly nodding.

the couple vanished within seconds, allowing the two most awkward people in the world to be left alone.

y/n quickly cleared her throat before snatching out her phone out of habit.

y/n <33:

I CANT BELIEVE JI-WOO JUST LEFT ME ALONE WITH HIM

jungwon’s bae 🩶:

WHAT!!

hee’s fav 🤍:

what a traitor

y/n <33:

HELP ME

I THINK THIS IS THE TIME TO COME GET ME NOW DAE

hee’s fav 🤍:

is it that bad that you can’t handle being alone with him?

y/n <33:

okay no.. but it’s just awkward 🧍🏻‍♀️

jungwon’s bae 🩶:

Girll you’ll be fineee

jake’s girl 🫂:

Yeah y/n, talk to him. Don’t just leave my bro alone like that

y/n <33:

????

is that fucking jake?

jake’s girl 🫂:

No..

y/n <33:

jake..

jake’s girl 🫂:

Okay it’s me, but give Sunghoon a chance

And get off of the phone

y/n subtly rolled her eyes before shutting the phone off. turning her head up, she was met with the same boy who looked just as smitten as earlier.

there was something about his eyes that she could get lost in.

“so.. sunghoon, do you go on dates a lot?”

she sighed to herself, wanting to twist her head in how stupid she sounded.

he softly chuckled at her reaction afterward, watching how she face palmed herself. “i don’t go on a lot, but i enjoy it occasionally.”

‘is he really a one night stand type of guy?’ y/n thought as she nodded.

“and you?”

“well i was actually in a committed relationship with someone but we broke up.. five months ago.” she took a noticeably large gulp of her water after to calm her nerves.

sunghoon’s ears perked up at her words. “you guys broke up?”

“well we’re on this date, aren’t we?”

the two laughed together at how silly and stupid this kind of introduction was.

he was about to ask more, but was stopped by the re-entry of jake and ji-woo. “sorry guys, the car was further than we thought,” the girl huffed.

“no worries, let’s just order.” y/n responded, eyes distracted with how handsome sunghoon looked. her gaze lingered through every facial feature of his, subtly admiring as she forcibly tore her attention away from him after.

hoping no one saw, she changed the subject into what possible dishes she’d order. he noticed though. of course he did. her attempt to look elsewhere was a fail with how she could feel his stare burning holes into her.

the boy laughed quietly to himself before looking at the menu as well.

meanwhile, outside of their world, jake and ji-woo shared the same glance that said — ‘as if it wasn’t already obvious.’

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

when dinner finished, the two in a relationship decisively ditched sunghoon and y/n together.

the short girl groaned out an annoyed sigh. to be quite frank, she just wanted the night to end.

she scrolled through her phone to find a text from ji-woo — ‘forgive me queen!!’ — followed by a few other confused messages from min-su and dae.

a click to her device was made and she put it away to turn to sunghoon. “i’m really sorry that they ditched us here…”

he smiled as if he understood. “don’t worry, i don’t mind sitting next to a pretty girl.”

her cheeks quickly flushed, causing her to impulsively slap his arm for a response. “oh shit! sorry, i do that a lot.” she gave a sheepish smile as she rubbed his muscular arm.

he shined his teeth with a wide grin. “i can tell.. guess i should get used to that huh?” he murmured.

“what??”

“nothing, just keep rubbing my arm like that.” sunghoon raised his thick brows, earning a gasp from y/n.

“the way you get randomly confident is so crazy to me.”

“guess you should get used to that.” he flirted, tongue slipping between his teeth. “wanna get a drink?”

“only if you’re buying,” she said, lips pressed into a sweet smile.

hoon chuckled out at her words — “of course i will, gorgeous.”

immediate butterflies hit her stomach with the newly given name from him. “you’re calling me gorgeous for sure, now?” the girl asked after ordering her alcoholic drink.

“yeah, you don’t like it?” he handed it to her once it was done and took small sips of his own.

she rolled her eyes before sending a light grin. “it’s not bad. can i give you one?”

“be my guest, gorgeous.”

her heart pulsed at the name again, feeling her insides jump as she said, “mm.. how about loser?”

instantly, sunghoon almost spat out his drink. “loser??” he closed his eyes to laugh at her suggestion. “you think i’m a loser?”

“i mean, you could be my loser.” she carelessly responded.

one of his brows raised in amusement. “look who’s confident now.”

“shut up!” she yelled, chuckling alongside the smiley boy.

changing the topic, y/n went into a few other different subjects. and now with a little more alcohol driven in her system, her confidence rose as she suddenly asked, “okay this is random but, how do you think this one night stand thing is going so far?”

sunghoon took a pause — “one night stand? you think this is a one night stand?”

she hiccuped a giggle as she shook her head. “well i mean, don’t you only do one night stands?”

he took her question in a light manner, scratching the back of his neck while laughing it out. “if you think this is a one night stand, then you’re wrong dummy. i don’t do that, and whatever you heard, it’s wrong. i’m not that kind of a person.” his finger playfully nudged her head as he rolled his eyes.

“wha- i’m sorry! i just heard that you tend to be a little mean..,” y/n defended with a scoff.

he beamed a half smile as he let a sigh leave his mouth. “you still think i’m mean after letting you hold my hand?”

she mirrored his expression before softly hitting his arm again. “okay you didn’t let me finish. i thought you were at first! but after that whole movie theater situation, i thought you were pretty sweet.”

his heart subtly lit with fireworks as he bit his lips down to hide his smile. “i am pretty sweet, aren’t i?” he cockily marveled.

“ew sunghoon..”

the male cackled out a laugh at her reaction. “come on, it was funny.”

y/n rolled her eyes — “just a little bit.. but don’t get too carried away with it.”

a few more push and pull on their spat was made before hoon decided to end it with a trip to the restroom.

as she was left alone, her hands pulled out her phone once again to check her flooded group chat.

jungwon’s bae 🩶:

Y/N ARE YOU OKAY

Why haven’t you been answering!

Do you still need to be picked up?

jake’s girl 🫂:

she’s busy with sunghoon!!

hee’s fav 🤍:

um ew

my hee said he’s proud of him

jungwon’s bae 🩶:

UH WHAT!

y/n <33:

i’m literally fine 😭😭 i’m just at a bar with him

hee’s fav 🤍:

a bar??

jake’s girl 🫂:

GASPPP

jungwon’s bae 🩶:

GIRL WHAT

y/n giggled at her screen, about to type out another message before being interrupted.

“y/n?”

the familiar voice immediately clicked in her head. she knew that voice from anywhere..

“taehyun??” she felt her heart in her throat with how sudden he appeared back in her life. “what are you doing here?”

a chuckle erupted from his throat as he nervously scratched his neck. “i should be the one asking you that. are you drinking alone?”

“oh no i-“

“nevermind that, you look cold.” he interrupted, taking his leather jacket off to wrap around her.

“it’s really fine, taehyun, you don’t have to.” a sense of an uneasy feeling hit her stomach as she was tensely awkward.

his hands held onto the jacket, attempting to let it cover her shoulders — only for it to be pushed away with another coat from behind.

y/n, of all, was puzzled but quickly grasped that it was sunghoon. he arrived from behind, noticing the subtle body language change in her from her back.

now the jacket he wore earlier had securely been on her shoulders with a hand placed at her waist.

he pulled her in close to him with his eyes narrowing at her ex. “she has mine. she’s not cold.” the girl trailed her eyes from his chest to his masculine face. she took a gulp, careful to not get too caught up with how much she was admiring him. him, and his chiseled chest, strong jawline, sharp nose, dashing eyes, thick brows, and fluffy hair. god, she could stare at him forever.

meanwhile, taehyun felt lost, mind not able to comprehend how sudden a random guy had swooped in near his old lover. “oh i’m sorry, are you guys…”

sunghoon darkly chuckled. “yeah,” he paused with a jaw clench while tightening his hold around her waist, “we’re together.” the surge of possession drawing out of him was something she didn’t expect to see, but she liked it.

the older male understandingly nodded his head before apologizing and taking his leave from the scene.

“thanks.. i didn’t really feel like talking to him.” y/n confessed with her lips pushed in a line.

he smiled as he took his seat, not before sweeping the taehyun air off and taking a sip of his beverage. “i could tell. did i do good as your pretend boyfriend?”

she cackled a laugh, nodding in agreement as she joked, “yeah keep that up and you’ll be my real boyfriend.”

“yeah? i have potential?” his face dipped in closer to hers, breath heavy with a gulp at how close they were.

her lips curled into a smile before leaning in close to let the tips of their noses touch. “you do, loser.” she flirtatiously nudged his head away, laughing at how charmed he was.

they continued through other talks, finding interests in similar things and connecting on a different level. going on a date with someone like him was different than what y/n was used to. she felt like she could actually converse with him after pushing through the awkward surface.

little things about each other were getting to be known — birthdays, interests, goals, connections, mbti’s. they were enjoying each other’s company with just how well they could communicate.

a spark was undeniably ignited between the two loud introverts, and soon enough, the question had been asked —

“wanna get out of here?”

“been waiting for you to ask that.” y/n replied with a smile.

the two soon found transportation back to her shared apartment with her friends.

“so you live here with ji-woo?” he asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“yeah, and two others. they’re dating your friends too, heeseung and jungwon.”

sunghoon’s eyes blew up in shock. “what?? really? so how come i never knew you before?”

she grinned ear to ear at his question. “well i was dating taehyun for a while so i was pretty much off the market at the time.”

“too bad, would’ve been perfect for past me.” her head shot up to the boy who was having a faint color of pink tainted on his cheeks.

“what about being perfect for present you?”

y/n stopped in her tracks, allowing sunghoon to face her. “i could tell you already are.” almost immediately, her cheeks grew hot and heavy.

he chuckled, bitting his lips with how she reacted. “so i guess i figured you out tonight.”

her head tilted in confusion, earning another sweet laugh to be heard from him. “i said i’d have fun figuring you out tonight, and i did.”

“you figured me out through one night?”

hoon’s mouth ran through the little details he didn’t dare to miss throughout the night, causing y/n to have her jaw on the floor.

“wow.. you really did figure me out. i mean there’s more to it than that but-“

“but i did good huh?” his nose gave a soft scrunch as he smiled in satisfaction. “i should get a prize for that.”

she giggled. “you want a prize?”

he nodded his head. “only if you’re giving them out.”

the girl rolled her eyes at her date. “fine, what do you want?”

“another date.”

she couldn’t help the beam that took over on her face, closing her eyes shut as she nodded her head. “okay, another date with you it is.”

sunghoon reached one of his hands out — “shake on it.”

“shake on it?” she guffawed.

“yeah, shake on it.” the boy repeated.

she sighed in defeat, giving in because of how handsome his soft pout was. her hands firmly shook his and prepared to let go, only to be in a tight hold again.

before she knew it, his lips smashed against hers. sunghoon smiled through the kiss, enjoying her flustered state with how sudden everything was. his other cupped her cheek, pulling her in closer as she melted into it.

soon enough, he pulled away with his heavy breath against her cheek. the male planted soft and quiet kisses on her lips, indicating her with his longing to connect their lips again.

“that was a good shake huh?” hoon whispered.

she scoffed out a laugh and pushed him away. “shut up.”

a wide grin plastered onto his face as he laughed with a hand on his stomach. “so, another date?”

“we already confirmed that.” said y/n, giving a roll to her eyes once more before feeling his warm hand bring her back.

“can’t wait,” sunghoon murmured, leaning in to leave a comforting peck on her cheek.

“get home safely.” she said. the girl picked out soft strands from his messy and yet gorgeous hair, letting a few still take its fall as her eyes focused on him.

hoon’s cheeks and ears flushed with a tinge of pink, feeling his heart thump out of his chest while nodding — “i will, get home safe too, gorgeous.”

y/n smiled as if on default, softly smacking his arms as she replied, “can’t wait for our next date.”

sunghoon gave a quick ruffle to her hair before taking off. he laughed at her frustrated state when he did it, loving how his teasings caused an adorable reaction like that.

the two definitely had a lot more to learn about each other, but being as comfortable as they were on a first date was a good sign.

after a little more playful bickerings, y/n went inside her apartment complex to converse with her friends in how well the date went. ji-woo, especially, mentioning how she knew they’d match while min-su and dae played out their jokes and gasps in a light manner.

“what did i say!” yelled the dimpled girl.

“still doesn’t justify you leaving me completely alone!” y/n yelled back.

“yeah why did you do that, ji-woo?” dae chimed in.

“she needed to talk to him, not me throughout the date!” she defended.

“wow see that, she didn’t even want to talk to you y/n.” min-su instigated.

as for sunghoon, the boy went to his apartment he shared with jake. he spent the entire night wondering and thinking about the girl he just talked to. eventually, asking his best buddy all sorts of questions about y/n so he could ask his girlfriend. the poor boy was exhausted from his own date, and yet hoon was pestering him about all the tiny details that could be heard from ji-woo.

“please jake!” the taller male pleaded.

jake groaned out an annoyed sigh. “dude leave me alone! ask me questions tomorrow!”

“but i want to talk about her now!”

“go bother heeseung or jungwon then, their partners are dating her friends too you know?” he mumbled with an arm draped over his eyes.

“but you’re here now!” sunghoon exclaimed.

“bro just text her, and stop asking me!”

a door slam was made in front of hoon, giving him no choice but to text the girl who’d now be someone he’d think about on the daily basis.

this was just the start to their relationship.

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The reader looking so pretty at an event in the agency, co worker dazai can't help but stare at her :> make sum scenario :>

"I SEE YOUR PRETTY EYES AT MINE, MISTER~"

Sypnosis: Dazai just cant keep his eyes to himself when a colleuge of his is looking so darn pretty!

Dazai x fem! reader

Genre: suggestive, romance

Warnings: reader is sort of cheeky, suggestive as hell, implied alcoholism, author gave the reader on what attire shes wearing.

A/N FINALLY A REQUEST AFTER SO FUCKIN LONG

The agency had decided to hold another party in celebration of a huge deal which would help the agency .

And of course you were invited, almost everyone was. You decided to look extra pretty today because why not, not because of others but for yourself.

You had picked out a extravagant ebony coated frock which covered all the way up to your legs and ended with glistening white layers of laces.

The party was at 8 o clock, you had time plus what would you do getting there so early?

Gently tapping on the tubes of lipsticks you picked out a vermillion shade and smoothly applied the waxy substance on your lips. The colour suited the rose tied around your neck really well.

Finally adding some final touches you rushed out the door and walked along to the agency.

There were colourful lights and food everywhere, Atsushi teaching Kyouka how to make decorations, doctor Yosano taking a bit too much of wine, ranpo staring at powdered donuts... To think of it you remember him taking 5 of them sneakily one night and you wonder why hes so obsessed with them.

But one thing you could notice was a certain someones eyes on you... Dazai.

You walked up to atsushi and kyouka, talking to them and teaching them some tips and tricks to fit in with the agency.

You could feel at all times though, a certain pair of eyes glancing at you from time to time from the corner of the room.

"Excuse me, i will just fix my hair and come back" you politely end the conversation before walking towards the door and going outside.

Despite your heels clacking against the floor, you could feel another set of shoes following them.

"Dazai-san, may i know why i feel your eyes on my at all times?" you ask putting a perfect spot from the distance between your figure and the mans figure.

He chuckled.

"Bella, i must say your quite the smart one arent ya'?" osamu replies back with much cheekiness in his tone as yiu turned to him, he had a black tuxedo, a polished and refined one, it hugged his body quite tightly too.

You just sighed at his remark, he was a ladies man you knew but you have never seen the glint and love in his eyes on a girl ever before, it amde your stomach turn slightly in a good way, of course.

His teasing grin drops and turns into a more soothing smile as he walks over to you which makes you back towards the wall unsure whether to trsut him or not.

He lowers his head a bit to reach your face taking in all of it's features.

"Are you trying to woo me, dazai-san? It seems like it"

"Haaah, maybe. The thing is bella you just look so.." you expect him to give you some compliment like every boy does when they see a girl sitting pretty and all but instead he gently took a strand of your hair, took it to his lips and uttered every single quality and flaw about you, it was as if hes born to have a poets tongue with you being the muse.

"I just want to admire you all day, my darling. Its not lust nor a small crush, it isnt even close to love but something beyond the world and beyond the universe to attend to, i dont know i could drown in your eyes right now but i would prefer staring at them for an eternity as if its a gorgeous piece of art hung on a museum"

he said softly, oh god did this man made your heart drop down your stomach and melt into your intestines.

With each word he spoke through his charming voice, you could feel his breathe and hands going closer towards your sweating body and at last, he asked for your permission to which you only looked at him with a slight embroidery of embarrassment on your cheeks.

Dazai tenderly kissed your forehead but though it lasted short you wondered whether he tried to go for your lips instead because of the shift in his body.

"Oi, dazai and [Name] if your done with your cheesy af encounter than come back to the party! Presidents calling you two!"

Atlast after moments of intimate interaction which wasnt even intimate because of the silent yearn for something neither the two of you could preach. Both of you decided to go back to the party.

Later in the relationship you realised that your first kiss with this loverman was not the type of kiss those possessive men would do which would take your breathe away but more of a desperate one as if to reach out for something which one already got.

In the end nor dazai or you could just confess normally without making each other look like two pieces of magnificent artwork looking at each other.

A/N: i hate this more than dazai hates him self :(((((((( btw reader is wearing this dress

Divider crds! : @cafekitsune

Tags! : @inojuuy @silverbladexyz @atlasnessie @tsuunara @elizais @saelique @chuuyasboner @atzuhi @riiwrites @ruanais @biscuits-spooky-corner @rusmii

#sakira!#sakiras writing notebook!!!#bsd x reader #bungou gay dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #Bsd fanfic #Bsd drabble #Drabbles #dazai #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #Osamu dazai #Bsd dazai #Spicy

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prettyboykatsuki · 10 days

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Also also halovians have the ability to radiate frequencies from their halos that reveal the true nature of their thoughts via telepathy so like… do you think he does this when you two are doing the dance in bed (the woo hoo) and he lets you have a teensy weensy peak into his heart… and all of a sudden it’s like WAVES of his adoration and obsession love wrack through your brain and it’s so intense that your entire body trembles under the sheer magnitude of it

anon i thought about these asks nonstop. this is the only thing ive been able to think about for hours. i dreamt of it. i could not rest. i was tossing and turning thinking about this. like its literally making me want to scream and cry and also throw up. it makes me feel so abnormal.

just the thought of this.... i cant breathe.........

gn + sub bottom reader, lifestyle dom implications lol, 18+

the thing with sunday is i do think he has a hard time expressing himself. his leadership position, his responsibility. being incapable of lying doesn't mean much when the twisted parts of his personality are all wrapped in his conviction. sunday never lies to you. he couldn't even if he wanted

but i do think it's hard to really understand or gauge his feelings for you. if he's pleasant and kind and fair to everyone, what makes you different? benevolence and warmth are all means of control. no matter how much you pine for sunday, who knows if any of that is real?

he rarely has sex with you in such an..intimate way i think. not usually involving himself. everything is about meticulous control and allowing himself that kind of pleasure takes him off that. most of the time, it's sunday pleasuring you as a way to relieve himself. he has such iron tight control over you, but it's loving. his version of love.

it has to be out of deep desperation. to take his clothes off and actually fuck you - its... unusual. he's distressed about something, though you don't know what and he won't ever tell you. but you won't ruin your chance at intimacy over curiosity - so you're thankful.

you're so obedient. he thinks it's what he likes so much about you. and when you're thanking him just for letting you touch him - he can't help himself but feel that long suppressed and genuine devotion towards you. it escapes him, and eludes him - how ironic. the one thing in all of penacony he has the most control over is what makes him lose his composure the fastest.

you make him lose sight of these things. which is why he hardly indulges in more than making you feel good. he's careful except sometimes he can't be. sometimes you lay in his bed and call his name and make these little lovesick eyes at him and it just... bleeds him. that's what triggers him sharing his heart with you. and it's so brief.

but it overwhelms your entire body. a wave of warmth, a soulcrushing devotion that touches the stem of your spine and crawls into your head. a love so numbing and all-consuming, you gasp and claw at his back and sunday doesn't sever the connection when you feel it. he doesn't allow you to squirm away from his love.

i think it's only painful briefly. i think it's only painful because the intensity is so much and that it's usually otherwise pleasant. but sunday does more than love you, so it's more than just pleasant. it's pleasant to the point of making your skill throb and your gums ache and it feels so good you aren't sure what'd happen to you to experience it more than once

he's the most tender when he lets you down from you. you're shuddering and gasping and shaking in his arms. and instead of his usual even voice and limited touch - he's holding you and talking you down. "do you understand now? do you know how much you mean to me? don't forget. don't ever forget."

#return to sender #sunday hsr x reader #hsr x reader #writing tag #I DO NOT FEEL FUCKING NORMAL

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gloryy-vs · 1 year

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heyy!! could i have a request with neteyam x reader and she is kinda a sarcastic lil teenager and he wants to get to know her as she’s helping him in the metkayina ways?

Love y’a and love your writing!!

Who You Are

|| yes of course. y’all have the best ideas 😭 this wasn’t proof read and i tried making the ending a lil different than my other fics so it doesn’t get repetitive. hopefully i did this request justice 🫶🏻

characters: neteyam x metkayina!reader

ratings: SFW , sassy reader , head over heels Neteyam

You laughed to yourself, seeing Aonung trip over the sand during his walk of shame. His dad had just scolded him for giving the Sully family a hard time. Neteyam followed behind, hiding a laugh after seeing your own amused face. Your tail whipped Aonung as he walked by, and he turned around with a, ‘Just wait till later’ look. You flipped him off and rolled your eyes. He always tried to look tough, despite you two being friends he was always an ass.

Neteyam scratched his head, standing next to you awkwardly. “It was a difficult conversation to hear. I cant tell if my dad is scary or if Tonowari is..” You scoffed, “They’re both equally horrifying. Especially when they yell like they’re the only ones in the clan.” You shook your head, tying back your braided hair.

“Alright, let’s get some diving training in, Mr. Fall off a still Ilu.” You said while nudging him with your elbow before turning away from him to walk to the active waves. “It was one time! I didn’t get good balance!” Neteyam said, following behind you quickly.

You clicked your tongue, “Woo, tuctuctuc. Woo tuctuc.” Your Ilu, Rita emergent from the waves, and Neteyam mimicked your ways as well, his rushing to him and splashing him with water. “I feel like he just has something against me.” He said, wiping off his face with his large hands.

“Psst, your Ilu is a girl.” You said, a smile forming on your face while you straddled Riti. Neteyam groaned, petting his underwater friend. “Yo, sorry bro- girl, sis? No wonder you’re fed up with me..” He straddled her, grabbing onto the handle and looking up at you shyly. His smile looked so soft, and he waited for you to dive first. You raised a brow, not taking the lead this time,

“Your turn to dive in first, Yam.” You said while crossing your arms. He just gave you a sad look, taking a series of deep breathes, his blue cheeks puffing out as he dived in, his Ilu already taking off with yours following next to him just as fast.

‘You have good breath control. You learn quickly.’ You signed, releasing the handle of your Ilu for a short while before swimming up to quickly grab it again. Neteyam nodded happily, glad he was getting praise. You two continued circling around, chasing coral before heading to the surface so he could get some air.

“That was a good run, you did great.” You said with your eyes closed, and baby blue hands pushing back stray braids and hairs. He stared at you, the way your torso tensed up along with your arms as you raised them above your head. He covered the lower bit of his face with his hand before turning to you again with an ego. “You should give me a date as a reward.” Neteyam said with confidence. “I wanna get to know you, without that sarcastic little tone.” You actually laughed out loud, “You want a date, beat me in a race and you’ll know everything about me.”

Neteyam grabbed your hand, shaking it as a deal before petting his Ilu and motivation. “Let’s do it. You’ll know i’ll win.” You smirked, “Alright, big boy. Let’s see how fast you can go.” Both of you readied up, Ilu’s speeding off into the depths of the ocean.

Safe to say Neteyam definitely won that date. Knowing that his crush on you and that sassy little personality of yours is his biggest weakness.

#neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #neteyam x you #avatar neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam #avatar loak #avatar way of water #avatar jake #avatar

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sixosix · 1 year

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nishinoya yuu loves his teammates.

he adores shouyou, yamaguchi, and kageyama. (tsukishima is only slowly growing on him.) point is, he loves his junior teammates dearly, and would gladly win and lose every tournament if it means just being with them.

but right now? it almost doesn’t feel that way.

you shift nervously, hoping hinata wouldn’t turn around and see the almost poisonous glare nishinoya is drilling on the back of his head. you can see the smoke coming from his ears.

“um.” you feel sweat trickle down the side of your face on hinata’s behalf. “hinata-kun…”

“huh?” says hinata, so painfully oblivious. he tilts his head, asking, “is that a no? it’s okay if you don’t know how to, i can teach you!”

someone gasps from the sidelines.

an unreadable look passes over nishinoya’s face. you almost laugh at how much he’s resembling a disgruntled kitten.

“i know how to, hinata-kun, it’s just that—”

“shouyou,” says nishinoya sternly, a shadow cast across his face, “please stop flirting with the love of my life.”

hinata’s face drains of color so fast you almost reach out in case he faints right then and there. “nishinoya-senpai!” he cries, horrified, “is it against the—the bro… bro… conduct…? contract?”

“the bro code,” yamaguchi helpfully supplies.

“the bro code!” hinata continues. “is it against the bro code to teach someone’s significant other volleyball?”

“it is very intimate,” tanaka agrees, nodding. “i wouldn’t cross that line even on those damn city boys!”

“since when was there a bro code?” sugawara wonders.

“what’s a bro code?” kageyama looks lost, and a little miffed he’s missing out on what seems to be another rule about volleyball he doesn’t know.

“because!” nishinoya yells, catching the attention of just about everyone in the court. “because i don’t want any of you wooing y/n-chan! only i get to look cool in front of y/n, okay? not even you, shouyou.”

hinata nods, taking his mistake seriously.

“yuu,” you laugh, exasperated and hopelessly fond, “there’s no need for all that. only you look the coolest in my eyes.”

nishinoya freezes, jaw hanging wide open. it is impossible, realistically, but everyone watches in awe as an arrow in the shape of a heart strikes him right on his chest.

“y-y/n…” he sobs, sprinting over to you until you’re tackled. but you’re too used to his antics so you just hold him up awkwardly, unfazed. “i love you! would you really let me teach you volleyball?”

this seems extremely important for nishinoya, so you play along and pretend to consider it. “hmm, i don’t know,” you muse, and nishinoya holds his breath. “are you a good teacher?”

“he is!” tanaka agrees immediately, the number one wingman.

“nishinoya-senpai is the best teacher!” and hinata means it, too. “you’re so lucky, y/n-san!”

“i’m touched to have this honor, then,” you laugh.

“i love you guys! i’m treating you ice cream tomorrow!” nishinoya continues sobbing and preening from the praise. he turns to you, pointing with a finger. “i’m not going to make you regret choosing me!”

you find it sweet that nishinoya is more than happy to let you in on his favorite sport. he seems overjoyed of the thought of you and volleyball combined. “of course, yuu. i’m looking forward to it.”

this is so stupid HAHAHA i swear it’s like i forgot how to write anymore. i didnt even want to do my fancy format bc i cant think of a title for this

is this a good time to post? no. am i gonna do it anyway so i can slowly make my way back to the algorithm before posting longer fics even though this’ll flop? absolutely yes.

#606:HQ #606:KRSN #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya yuu x you #yuu nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya fluff #nishinoya fanfiction

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minicoffee00 · 6 months

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I’m just here as a distraction right? Part 1 Lucien x Reader

Plot: After Lucien finds out Elain is his mate, he spends the first year pining after her. After seeing her getting closer to Azriel and her found family in the Night Court, he starts to have feelings for a High Fae Girl who stumbled in Jurian, Vassa and Lucien’s home.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Lucien had listened to Feyre when she'd said to keep trying to reach out to Elain, to get to know her. He attempted getting her food and drinks but she always looked at it in disgust and pushed it away. She never accepted any of the offered gifts, or his time that he offered up.

Lucien got to the point where he wasn't even trying to woo her, just trying to be a friend, someone she could talk to when she didn't know who else to go to. But Elain was being cruel, she wasn't rejecting the bond, because when she did that it made it real and she didn't want to acknowledge it. However, she was completely happy to pursue Azriel.

When he saw them out in the garden, he couldn't help but see how Elain was forcing a connection between them, even more so when she knew he was watching.

"Feyre, I cant stand to be here much longer. I'm being treated like a stray wet dog coming into your home. I no longer wish to impose" he voices, knowing he had a place with Jurian and Vassa.

"Please Lucien, she'll come around" Feyre begged, holding Nyx on her hip.

"It's been a year Feyre, she wont even acknowledge me as a friend. Which i would have been to her despite the bond. It's running me ragged ... her not rejecting me and letting me move on while i have to watch her with HIM" Lucien grits out.

"I know, but please Lucien. You are my friend" Feyre breathes coming closer to him. Just as he was about to cave, and admit defeat and say he would stay here for a little longer, Azriel and Elain walked in from the garden, Azriel with a hand on her lower back guiding her through the door.

They both pause, seeing Lucien, Feyre and Nyx. Elain stops her laughter shying away a little seeing the red haired fae that always hung about.

"I'll take that as my leave" he says glancing at Feyre, and she knew what he meant. He wouldn't be coming back.

"Lucien, please" Feyre begs one last time.

"Goodbye Feyre" he says before winnowing out and to a place, he felt slighty better in, but not home. He never felt like he'd find a home.

Lucien arrived home, greated by a heavily drunk Vassa and Jurian. He joined them for the entire night only waking to a rough bang on the front door of their house.

Lucien was the one who drunk the least and ended up aanswering the loud knocking. He opens the door to a face he hadn't seen in a year.

"Tam?" he asks in shock, the blonde man seemed healthier now. His blonde hair was bright again no knots and no dirt in sight. He had washed, found new clothes and he looked like his old self.

"Hello, old friend" he greets, Lucien steps out pulling his old High Lord into a hug.

"I think there's something I've acquired that is off use to you" he grins out, in a teasing manner.

"You- You're here" Lucien breathes out, a deep chuckle coming from Tamlin.

"Yes, I am. Beron has fallen and Eris has had the transfer of his High Lord nature. It seems he had granted your mother access to go to her former lover" he says, the grin turning a little malicious, something that didn't go un-noticed by Lucien.

"And now that the Spring Court is back and thriving and my people are happy, I've had time to travel and well gather important information" he adds.

"Information like?"

"Seems like little Feyre, hasn't been completely honest with you. Someone you deemed a friend. So I'm here as a friend Lucien, because that's what we are and i, unlike some people don't hide the truth from them" Tamlin admits, and Lucien stays silent. A gentle nod for Tamlin to continue.

"Beron, isn't your father. Your mother had an affair with a different High Lord of the Seven Courts" Tamlin smirks, Lucien's head snaps up in shock, he kenw Beron treated him awfully and thats why he'd left to come to Tamlin.

"Who is it?" Lucien asks.

"Feyre worked out that Hellion is your father, he and your mother had an affair and thus you were born, so right now Lucien you my friend are the only heir to the Day Court. And a hopeful ally of mine. Now that Eris has taken over Autumn Court, god knows what he's agreed to with the night court!" Tamlin explains, however the conversation is cut short as you enter.

“STOP” a shout comes across, a young woman, running towards Tamlin, thanks to her attire it was obvious that she was from the Day Court.

“Lucien, you weren’t supposed to find out like this” you say running up to them, you go to punch Tamlin, regardless who he is until an unearthly growl stops you, Lucien stepping in front of you. To protect you.

“My father sent you?” Lucien asks testing the word, it sounding so odd and foreign.

“Yes, to come get you so he could talk to you and explain to you. I’m one of his most trusted warriors. Please come back to the day court, he wants to meet you… well as his son” you offered, Lucien only grunts a hand slipping up his face covering his tired eyes.

“I can’t, not right now” he grunts out turning to go back in the house.

“Then let me stay with you, I have to bring you back eventually. So please let me stay with you until you feel ready.

…

And it took a while for Lucien to feel ready, he had so much on his mind, he had a father who according to what you had told him only found out a day before he had and had sent you out the minute be found out. His actual father seemed to care and he couldn’t help but think of what his life would be like IF he had been raised by Hellion rather than Beron.

Then there was the Elain situation, he could feel everything down the bond that had only seemed to strengthen and pull at his heart strings as he left. But he could feel Elain and everything she did. There was also the Night Court as a whole, specifically Feyre for lying to him. And now the fact that Tamlin was back asking for his friendship only now seeing his as a potential ally.

The only person who had been patient with him was you, you’d waited and helped him with little tasks he just couldn’t bring himself to do.

And because if this he slowly started to cling to you, as his only support.

This turned sexual very quickly, he had wanted some kind of release, and you being his outlet made sense.

From your mind however, you had slowly started to fall for the Day Court Prince, as his father had said to you, you’d teased him for days about it.

Every little thing you did was from the bottom of your heart, you wanted him to feel wanted and needed as you could tell he hadn’t had someone show him this level of affection in a long time.

…

“Lucien” you moaned as he kissed up the side of your body, his mouth finding itself on your breast, sucking and pulling at the tender flesh as it perked up.

“Yes, sweetheart” he asks.

“I need you” you say to him, he hadn’t understood the full meaning of those words but to you, that was commitment to him in itself.

He pulled up the dress skirt that you were currently wearing courtesy of Vassa, whom said you could borrow anything while you were here.

His fingers slid up your thighs, finding you already bare.

"So naughty" he groaned, you were already very wet, meaning his two fingers slid in with ease. He pushed them in and out, making a scissoring motion. He leaned down kissing across your jaw and neck, while basking in the noises you were making because of him.

He pulled his pants off and down, leaving him bear. He slipped in thursting until he bottomed out, whines coming from both of you. He made you feel so full and satisfied, and with this feeling you'd assume he was your mate.

However, Jurian had made it his mission to tease you around the fact that Lucien was already technically bespoke for.

You'd done this many times and Lucien never said anything, other than the occasional compliment, not abouthow you looked just how you felt around him. Breathy groans and whines were the most of what came from him, you on the other were extremely vocal, telling him how his skin glowed in the light, or how his eyes danced with colour. How silky his hair felt as it brushed against your breasts when he leant down.

He started to thrust in an out of you quicker, his hips starting to stagger, you tightened around him feeling that coil in you unleash with white hot ecstasy.

"Elain" he moaned, as you both came, he stilled inside you immedielty realising what he said.

"I-" you start but he pulls out of you, looking mortified at what he had just done.

"I didn't mean to say her name I - cant. I'm so sorry" he says putting his head in his hands.

"It's okay, I guess im just here as a distraction right, while you figure everything out, with you dad and you mate and your old courts." you say, pulling the dress down and standing up. You walk to the bathroom slamming the door shut and turning on the water to fill the bath.

Quiet sobs came out of you as you sent a letter to Hellion through a Falcon telling him you'd be returning to the palace without his son and that you couldn't stay here anylonger.

A/N:

Later on today, i will post my up and coming and hopefully will be able to post what's in store for my 24 days of Christmas!

Not sure if a part 2 is needed however if there is demand i will be more than happy.

It's reading week at university this week so i can post more too! So my up and coming will hopefully be quick!

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viandclintbarton-supremacy · 8 months

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Crimson Mask (EngWnt x !Japan Reader)

Warning: Angst, Mentions of blood and Swearing

This story was inspired by @freefalls06-blog go check them out, they just started writing and they started with a banger

(Just quickly, reader is half English so can speak English plus i wont event try to use google translate to try and use Japanese cuz cant trust it)

It was the group stage of a invitational cup and you would have to take on the Lionesses. Two powerful team will clash together, the challenge excited you not only that you would face your Barca teammates and friends from your time in Chelsea but do so representing the country you loved and facing another you also called home.

After the walk out and singing the national anthems, you would shake hands and say good game to your opponents and friends.

Everything was going to plan as in 5 minutes you and your team managed to get the lead after Endo crossed it into the box to meet you foot to send it into the England net. You would go off cheering to the corner shortly being bundled by your teammates

"We got this! Let's keep going" Yui shouted as she cheered alongside you

"Ok guys, we have 85 mins still left. Focus." Risa said In efforts to keep you and the team focused. As you get up and head back to your side, you notice the glares from Lucy, Keira and Bright.

The match would continue with being a nightmare for the lionesses, getting passes and shots on target putting Mary Earps to the test.

You would one two with yui and as you ran behind leah to receive the ball you would suddenly be looking up to the star filled sky whilst a intense pain around your ankle and your ankle. You immediately response was to sit up on your knees and face the person who tackled you from behind and it was your barcalona teammate Keira Walsh. "What the fuck Kei!" You would let out as the ref would signal for a free kick. Keira just shrugged giving you a oops look, a move that made you hot under the collar and you shoved her. Shocking keira as you weren't a physical person but seeing someone you consider a "friend" act like that made you not think.

The ref would blow the whistle again as your teammates and england would get in-between you guys. Some of the Lionesses clearly pissed you pushed Keira whilst some didn't interfere due to not wanting cards. You could hear the angry voices of Earps, Greenwood and Toone whilst you see Fran Kirby would walk behind you and pat your back "Calm down Y/N, not worth it" You nodded a bit irrated.

"Walsh, L/N here" the ref would signal for both of you to walk towards them and stand in front of them "We are here to play and not fight, any more of this behaviour and you will be penalised. This is you first and last warning. Squash it and let's play" Both disgruntled you would both clasp hands and start to walk back for the free kick.

Keira would mutter a genuine "Sorry, I got carried away" but it would fall on deaf ears and you were still pissed and walked away at a fast pace

Seeing the fire in your eyes Yui would let you take the free kick as she knew where you strength in free kicks are and this being at the edge of the box it was a sweet spot of yours. Determined to get payback you took your spot and breathed in and out, trying to compose yourself and ignoring the pain in your lower hip. You start to drown out the voices of the players and crowd and focus on the corner of the net, with a deep breath you run up on your tip toes and swing you leg across your body hitting the ball in efforts to curl the it over the wall exhaling as you do. You watched as the ball glided with elegance as it skimmed Mary's fingers and sloted into the top corner of the net. Your teammates and home crowed cheered as you wooed to the sky feeling that anger change into happiness ignoring the swear from the england keeper frustrated at herself before being grouped hugged by your team.

Half time would come and you would make your way off the pitch before feeling a bump behind making you stagger, you would look up and see Bronze not even glance at you as she walked by "For the love of. Don't be like that Luc!" You said slighty flabbergasted at her actions. You shook your head and continued to walk but couldn't help shake the slight hurt feeling you have from having been tackled by Keira like that and Lucy to do that. They were the two who help you settle in barcalona and would call close friends, hell they are your neighbours. What is up with these girls.

You sit in the locker room listening to your coach and the game plan but the feeling still bugged you no matter how hard you tried to focus.

"Your doing great, you have had rough games befoe" you smirked looking towards Hamano and nodded

"Yeah and rougher nights with that american last month" you hear from Yui making you turned pink in the cheeks and cover your face as your teammates laughed. As you sighed and chuckled aswell. You may have been caught one day when a friend with benefits walked out your dorm door to meet a bunch of your teammates thus labeling you as a "player" of the group and endless days of jokes at your expense were made.

"Y/N! HERE!" You hear Saki shout as millie blocked your path, you backed heeled it to Saki with faith as you began to make a run with millie trying her best to hold and keep up. You watched the ball pass from person to person until you found an opening "Fuka!" You shouted as you pointed for a through ball, she caught on quickly and sent it to you. You ran and ran and got a foot to the ball but then felt the wind pushed out of your lungs as your body shock with violence sending you crashing down to the floor. You would gasp for air as you turned to lay on your back as you started to hear ringing in your ears, you felt like you just got blindsided by two bulls from both sides of your body and couldn't tell what just happened. You had your eyes closed responding to the pain whatever happened also reawoke the pain from your hip and ankle. As you opened your eyes first blurry you would see the medical staff checking and see Hamano and Kirby with worried expressions. You sat up slowly feeling one of the medics hands on your shoulder, you saw a cluster of Japanese and England players arguing and swearing at each other whilst the japanese crowd were booing down a storm "What the bloody hell happened" You said finally managing to catch your breath though still winded. "You just got crushed you that's what!" You would hear Hinata shout in anger like never before as she came over to look at you. "Can you walk L/N" The medic said, you nodded as you moved to get up "slowly, let's walk to the sideline" you stood with the help of the medics walked off pitch so they can make sure you are ok and not injured in anyway.

You looked at the cluster starting to separate and go into thier positions whilst the ref pulled aside Lucy and Millie. Making you frown as they both were shown yellow cards. Still confused you looked to the screen that was showing a replay. You had the ball but Lucy barged into your right as Millie smashed into you left side. Like Hinata said, you were crushed by two of your friends. Rewatching it sent shivers down your spine You looked at the duo who seemed just irritated and shown no concern for you or remorse. And that action resulted in you being crushed a 2nd time that night but this time emotionally.

The game resumed as the medics checked you and let you breath. A few minster you came back on to applause from the crowd and words of encouragement from your teammates. This boosted your focus and pride. You may have been raised in England but this was your Home.

It was a corner ball for Japan, you would get in between Millie and the goal post readying yourself for a big jump into the air, trying ignore the fear that crept into you being this close to Millie. To you she was the King Ghidorah to your Godzilla and with what just happened you cant lie, it shook you to the core. As the ball was whipped in you jumped up battling bright in the air the ball skimming your head and then felt yourself pushed by millie with force

*ping*

You were face down on the ground dazed, ringing in your ears again, light headed. You got up in one knee as the pain got worse. You couldn't hold head up, you heared someone call to you. Slowly turning your head to you right your would see an impatient Mary looking at you waiting to take a goalkick. As you tried to get up you felt a coldness fall over you face and a liquid run over your eyes and mouth, you would fall back onto you butt due to the liquid covering your eyes and you feeling more light headed. You saw Mary face turn from impatience to frowning to horror as she screamed to the referee as she pointed you. You couldn't make out was being said as she hurried to and kneeling down to you as you lay, Mary would wrap her arms around you sit you up preventing from the liquid on your face from going into your mouth and choking on it. You looked forward before your vision became blurry but managed to see the faces of your friends. Hinata covering her mouth, Keira covering her face with her hands and turning away as soon as see saw your face whilst Yui and Lucy ran with speed towards you with faces of fear whilst Millie stood there like a frozen statue eyes wide and unable to move.

You would feel your eyes drop, ignoring the shakes from Mary and the medics and friends running to you, your head would drop before you would lose consciousness looking at your blood covered hands.

The stadium was silent, Both teams were stunned and scared. Fear, horror, panic and paranoia crept in as they worried for F/N L/N. The whole football world stopped. all that anyone could think of is the image of the crimson mask that covered F/N's face...

To be continued.

"Crimson mask" a professional wrestling term to describe a wrestler's face being covered in his own blood"

HELLO!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It will depend on if you lovely humans want a part 2is wanted let me know and please do . Even if the littlest of things you want to comment on 😁

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pupkashi · 11 months

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my you

gojo learns he moves stargazing

a/n: hi friends ! hope ur all well :] in honor of my you being released on spotify have this !! (also shameless txt insert hehe) i hope u all enjoy and plz let me know what you think !!! i love ready yall’s comments :(

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it didn’t take much begging for you to convince satoru to go stargazing with you. after being together for a little over a year, it’s one of the only dates you’d always dreamed of that he hadn’t realized already.

“it’s gonna be hot isn’t it” he pouted and you smiled, watching as he slipped a white t shirt on.

“it’s summer, what do you think?” you teased, giddy as you continued to curate the playlist on your phone.

“i cant believe four seasons have passed with you already” he sighs, a bit dreamy as he takes a seat next to you on the bed, resting his chin on your shoulder and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“time really does fly huh?” you smiled, fondly recalling numerous memories from the past year. “remember when you set that picnic up for our first date and we got rained on” you giggled, satoru’s face flushed at the memory. even a year later he was mortified.

“stop that was so embarrassing! it was so sunny i didn’t think it’d rain” he whined, nuzzling his head into your neck, “cant believe you went on a second date with me after that mess” he smiled.

he remembers the soggy sandwiches and all too sticky candies, the way your hair was absolutely ruined as the rained poured down on the two of you, drenched to the bone when you reached the car.

“i thought it was kinda sweet how you tried to protect me from the rain” you smiled, the image of the then frazzled satoru coming to mind.

an hour later the two of you find yourselves in the car, satoru putting the very same picnic basket in the back seat, filled to the brim with food and blankets. he’s settling into the drivers seat and you rattle off items you made sure to not forget, smiling when he tells you everything’s there.

satoru had never gone stargazing. he can only recall looking at the sky after battles and thinking of how dark and lonely it was. glimmering stars miles and miles away from him. vague memories of times he’d brushed too close to death, laying on the ground and twinkling stars mocking him as his breathing became more shallow.

and now here he is, sitting with you on his car hood as the sun sets, the sky didn’t feel dark and lonely anymore.

there’s warm colors all around him, from the pinks and reds of the sky to the sage t shirt you were wearing. your smile felt warm as you complimented his sandwich, claiming ‘it must’ve been the love’ which he made it with to make it taste so good.

it’s twenty minutes after the sun had set when he realizes it’s blue hour, turning to you with a smile, “guess what hour it is” he grins, eyes sparkling as you immediately pick up his cues.

“blue hour!” you smile, giggling as the two of you break into song, laughing when one of you messes the lyrics up, blaming the other for singing too late.

a year ago he would’ve glanced at the outside, seen the blue hues painting the world and gone about his day. now he sees it and smiles, giddy anytime he reads ‘5:53’ on a clock. memories of the first time you told him it was ‘blue hour’ flashing in his mind, he didn’t really understand exactly what that implied but he shared your excitement either way, only later asking you what it meant.

your snacks are long gone when the stars begin to peek out from the dark blanket of the sky, twinkling ever so slightly when you look up.

“oh they’re so pretty!” you gush, a smile painting your features as you lean onto satoru, laughing when he tries to come up with new constellations.

“that’s the Big Dipper, that much I’m sure of” he states, a bit upset he didn’t have more knowledge to woo you with.

“i think that’s the Little Dipper” you laugh, taking his hand and pointing at the constellation a bit further, “that’s the Big Dipper.”

Gojo’s eyes are peeling away from the sky, instead looking at you, as if you held the stars in your very being. he’s humming in agreement as you make a comment about the stars, some insane fact you read about the other day. he’s hanging on your every word, savoring every passing second that he’s by your side.

when he looks up at the sky, the stars no longer mock him when they twinkle. instead it felt as if they were cheering for him, dancing for joy because he finally found someone to love with every fiber of his being.

your head is resting on his chest as the two of you lay down, soft conversation flowing easily, gasping when you both see a shooting star.

your eyes squeeze closed, your mind racing as you come up with what to wish for.

satoru’s eyes stay open, landing softly on you. his mind doesn’t race and he knows immediately what he wants. he wants to be with you for the as long as he could, to fall deeper and deeper in love with you. he wants four more passing seasons with you, and four after that, and after that, and after that.

he’s carrying your now sleeping body out of the car and into his home, placing you on the couch while he unloads the car. he wakes you gently to get you changed, smiling fondly at your sleepy state, brushing his teeth alongside you and smiling when you yawn as soon as your head hits the pillow.

“gnight toru” you mumble, “today was perfect” you smile, a bit sleepy as you cuddle closer to your lover.

“goodnight sweets” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, warmth encasing his body the closer to him you moved.

a year later it’s all satoru can think about as you’re closing the picnic basket, a smile on your face as you ask your lover if he’s ready to go.

he nods as you smile, the same glint of excitement in your eyes as you did a year ago, the same playlist with new additions playing as you drive out to the country side. the same stars the two of you visit ever so often awaiting the two of you with warmth.

#idk how i feel abt this one i cant lie #like i like it but ?#it feels a bit messy idkidk #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru drabble #gojo x reader #gojo satoru imagine #gojo satoru one shot #gojo satoru x reader fluff #gojo satoru fanfic #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo drabble

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steddietism · 8 months

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eddie is NOT good at flirting. he knows this, everyone who’s ever met him knows this. it doesnt stop him from trying, though, definitely not. especially when its valentines day and the guy working the counter at scoops ahoy is so fucking— drop dead gorgeous? yeah, lets go with that. this man is stunning, pink lips and hazel eyes, little flecks of golden catching the sunlight. a thick, brown mane of hair that sits under his hat. moles dotted around his skin like constellations.

“ahoy, are you ready to set sail on this ocean of flavour with me,” the guy, eddie peers at his name badge, steve, starts his line, like a kid rehearsing for a school play, “i’ll be your captain. im steve, what can i get for you today?”

eddie stares at him for a moment. it cant be legal for someone to be this hot, right? he bets scoops only hired this guy to make eddie suddenly unable to order ice cream. theyre plotting against him.

“im eddie,” FUCK why’d he say that?? steve doesnt care. goddamn it.

“well, steeeveee… you got any valentines day themed flavours?” he asks, leaning against the counter in an attempt to — hes actually not sure what hes trying to do here. woo steve? make him blush? whatever hes trying to do, its not working.

“uh… yeah, we’ve got this uhhhh— like— red velvet flavour one— i think,” steve says.

“could i try a sample?” eddie smirks, tilting his head slightly. “would you let me?”

steve looks at him for a beat too long before saying, completely blankly,

“i honestly would not care if you robbed us at gun point.”

and eddie fucking erupts into laughter. he covers his mouth with his hand and turns away from steve.

“fuck, man, i’m so bad at flirting,” he laughs to himself.

steves eyes widen a little, and his eyebrows furrow the slightest amount. “you were flirting with me?? fuck— sorry, dude, god that’s embarrassing. sorry, bad at social cues,” steve smiles, and GOD eddie would do anything to see that smile again. pink, full lips curved up, forming creases under his eyes and around his rosy cheeks, a little flash of teeth, fucking dimples.

”dont be sorry, dude, but yeah, i was trying to flirt. i was gonna ask if you wanted to go on a date or something like that,” eddie breathes, flashing his own smile.

“i think i would like that,” steve smiles.

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dr3amofagame · 4 months

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Dream sneaks into Pogtopia to see Wilbur

woo! managed to finish this in time. kinda unedited and kinda a mess but i've missed writing these guys; i'm deeefinitely in need of more practice to get c!wilbur's voice down, but hopefully this can be the start of me writing some more fic set earlier in the timeline, LMAO.

thanks @elmhat for the awesome event!! been epic to see people's submissions and i cant wait to see this continue. ur awesome <3

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<Dream> be there in 5

The communicator in Wilbur’s hand casts a pale glow onto the palm of his hand, the only light he has to guide him as he paces the length of the hollowed-out room; it’s dark, zombies groaning somewhere outside, the dead singing their songs, shuffling through underbrush in the belly of the forest that surrounds Pogtopia. The air is musty in their little dugout, a claustrophobic awning of stone carved into the side of a hill, well-shadowed even during the day, the darkness swallowing the wan light of the comm in his hands now. He can barely see the floor underneath him as he walks, shuffling steps forward and back, ten paces each. He presses his hand against the wall, turning to the entrance and standing still.

Phil always had a whole thing about light, Wilbur having grown up on lectures about light levels and spawn-proofing and the dangers of leaving cavities unlit while mining, had grilled him on different ways of keeping a room from becoming a death trap. Carpets, half-slabs, glass. How many times had he been warned of the danger presented by surprise creepers and dark corners?

Phil had never been much of a fan of explosions.

The main server is mostly well-lit, but the secrecy demanded by revolution effort means that the forest surrounding Pogtopia gets much darker. Not that he’s in the main ravine at the minute–with the amount of people coming and going as of late, Dream had wanted their meeting to be in a slightly more discreet location, and Wilbur had agreed. It was easy enough to slip away with Technoblade once again off to do his own thing and Tommy having run off to find Tubbo, and Wilbur had managed to arrive to the room sufficiently early before sunset to prevent himself from getting ambushed by mobs.

He slips his hand into his coat pocket. Chekov’s gun is smooth and cold against the palm of his hand, polished wood and metal. He smooths the pads of his fingers down the barrel, over the trigger. He leaves it, pulling out a half-empty pack of cigarettes instead. His lighter provides a clearer view of the room, still empty. Dream is late.

Dream is usually late, then again–it’s expected, really, with the way he runs around the server, always busy, always chasing down those plans of his, smart man that he is. Dream likes his secrets, his mystery, mask and armor all made to keep his cards close to his chest–Wilbur can hardly fault him for it, god no. Dream has what he wants, just as they all do, all of them tripping over themselves in their ambition, crabs in a bucket, the pledges to help the revolution coming from each one that jumps off of Schlatt’s sinking ship. He breathes in deep, smoke coating his lungs with tar.

“Wilbur?”

Light throws itself into the room from the entrance, rippling wildly as the fire on the end of Dream’s torch burns, casting wild shadows over his mask as he squeezes himself inside. Despite his armor, he has an uncanny knack for moving silently, cloak and hood pulled low over his head so that only the edge of the painted smile is visible. The torch is raised higher, moved left and right as Dream surveys the contents of the room around them. Wilbur smiles and tips his head towards him in greeting.

“Dream, my man. How good to see you again.”

“Wilbur…” Dream’s voice trails off. His head turns from one side to the other, making another anxious sweep of the room before refocusing on Wilbur, his hand moving to pull his hood down and then run his hand through his hair, having been pressed flat by the heavy fabric. The blank face of his mask stares back at Wilbur, tilting to the side like a confused dog as he shakes out his shoulders. “We…need to talk.”

“Well? I’m all ears.” He gestures at himself, leaning against the wall of the room. Dream turns to look over his shoulder again. His armor glimmers, the light of the runes on their surface made more obvious in the dark. He bounces on the balls of his feet, reaches up once again to tug his fingers through his hair.

“It’s important.” No shit, Wilbur almost says, because for all that Dream might think that his mask hides everything he’s thinking, he’s never quite been as guarded with his body language as he might hope; the anxiety rolling off of every jerky movement is enough to set Wilbur’s teeth on edge as it is, never mind the long silences and hesitation, but he’s not stupid enough to think that that would get him anything resembling an answer. Instead, he raises an eyebrow, smiles wider, and spits out another curling thread of smoke.

“You’re an important man. I should hope so.”

Dream pauses at that. His head does that tilt-thing again. “...alright.”

“So? What is it? Do tell.” Has Dream decided to go against him? Perhaps. His enthusiasm with regards to their plan is more unpredictable than Wilbur had expected, sometimes perfectly willing, sometimes hesitant to agree to much of anything. But he had agreed, nonetheless, had provided the TNT that Wilbur has set sprawling underneath Manberg’s main stage; cold feet, now, would be rather unprecedented. Still, it’s Dream–very little can be discounted when Dream is in the picture, Wilbur knows. He places his hands in his pockets, thumbs hooked over the edge, pistol brushing against his fingertips. “I hate to push, but the suspense is killing me.”

Dream takes another second, then reaches behind his head. Wilbur straightens where he’s standing, suddenly curious, as he removes his mask.

He’s seen Dream without it only a few times–all able to be counted on one hand, this one included. The light of the torch illuminates his face from the chin up, cast shadows highlighting the contours of his skull, the contours of his cheeks, light catching under his brows. His features are delicate in a way that still surprises him, a smattering of freckles over the nose of his bridge made visible as he raises the torch higher. Dream’s eyes are a little wide, a little bloodshot. He bites his bottom lip, blinking twice in quick succession, eyes darting over the walls and then back to Wilbur’s face.

“Schlatt called me. For a meeting earlier.”

“Schlatt?”

“He knows about the TNT.”

Wilbur blinks. “Well, fuck.”

“Look–Wilbur, look.” Dream makes a little move with his hands, shaking them out by the wrists. “It’s not–it’s not the end of. This, okay? But, he knows. I didn’t tell him. I don’t know how he found out, I don’t know if someone told him, I haven’t told anyone, but–he knows. We can still work with this.”

“Schlatt knows?” He searches Dream’s face. He seems earnest, but god knows, but what would he have to gain from lying about this, anyway? Who else could’ve told him–Tommy? Tommy might not tell Schlatt directly, but Tommy has never been good with secrets, letting anyone and everyone in on everything with an apparent inability to control his own tongue–

“--but it’s, fine. The TNT is still there, the room is still intact. I checked some of the wiring and it doesn’t look like it’s been tampered with. Wilbur, are you listening to me?”

Wilbur waves him off. “I’m listening. Just keep going.”

“I don’t think we need to change anything with the TNT. Like, Schlatt’s just one guy. And his gear is shit. If he messes with the TNT, then we’ll–we’ll figure something out, but you know, I don’t even think he even, like, knows where it all is.”

“Well, it’s kind of everywhere, so–”

“–which is my point. It’s too deep, he’s still sitting on top of a bomb. There’s nothing–there’s nothing he can do.” Dream crosses his arms in front of his chest, still worrying his lip between his teeth. “I just thought you should know.”

Schlatt knows. Schlatt knows–Wilbur paces against the wall of their room, ten paces forward and ten paces back. He crushes his cigarette underneath his boot, nails digging into his palm.

“Well, Dream? Is that all?”

Dream’s expression twists. His brows pinch together, lips pressed against each other and curling into a slight grimace, his expression giving too much away after spending so much time masked.

“There’s…one more thing.”

Wilbur scoffs. “Just spit it out, you prick.”

Dream doesn’t even react to the insult, shoulders hunching up as he begins speaking. “Look…it’s just. My plans have…changed.”

What? “I thought you just said that they didn’t?”

“Our plans are the same. It’s just–Schlatt made me, an offer.” Dream shifts from foot to foot. He swallows, throat working, his eyes still bright and wide, pupils dilated with a thin circle of green around. Wilbur stares at him. He almost looks… “He’s got something. Important. He asked me to…join him, kind of, and he’d–give it to me.”

“What?”

“It’s not–look, Wilbur. Wilbur.” Dream raises his hands, palms out, a placating motion. “It’s not what you think, but I–I had to.”

“You had to join Manberg.”

“I’m not joining Manberg!” Dream runs his hand through his hair, eyes flashing. Wilbur is suddenly very aware of the axe on his back, the heavy plates of netherite armor. Eret, the button, it was never meant to be. “Why would I join Manberg, what–”

“So what’s this? What’s this then, Dream?”

“Wilbur–”

“Because from where I’m standing, I have to say, it looks a lot like you’re betraying me.”

“I am not–”

“That’s just like you. That’s just like you, isn’t it? Good ol’ Dream, mister 1000 IQ, outsmarting everyone–well-played, man, well-played! I really must congratulate you!”

“Wilbur, can you just–”

“So what is this meeting then, Dream? Gotten cold feet, now that you’ve been discovered? You’re his little lackey now, is that it, his little lap dog–you’re gonna start another war? Put down another revolution, lead us all out to slaughter like last time, good for you, you motherfucker, is that the point of this farce? You’re here to kill me?”

“Wilbur, can you just listen to me!”

Dream’s voice is raised. Wilbur draws himself up to full height, Dream’s head craning up slightly as he crosses the room in front of him in two long strides.

“What.”

“I’m not. Joining Manberg.” Dream’s arms are crossed tightly in front of him, scowling slightly. It’s an expression not all that much unlike Tommy’s teenage petulance, a set jaw, eyes narrowed under furrowed brows. “There’s just–a peace treaty, right? I can’t just violate that. And now Schlatt knows. He’s asking for me to give him–gear.”

“Gear, like what.”

“Armor. Weapons, shields. Support in the incoming fight. You know, he’d already been paying Punz, the rest of the people in my country are already going to fight with him. And, whatever.”

Wilbur rocks back on his heels. His skin itches, feeling antsy, so he goes back to pacing. “And?”

“I meant what I said, earlier. This doesn’t change anything. The TNT is still there, we can still blow it up. It…doesn’t matter who wins the, the battle and stuff.”

Wilbur sets his shoulders, turning back to look Dream in the eye. “Really. It doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t! It doesn’t matter. We have an agreement, that’s still like–a thing.” Dream’s hands close into fists, then open again. “I don’t like this, okay? I don’t like Schlatt–” Wilbur scoffs, “--and I don’t exactly want to work with him. But I have to. I swear, I really have to.”

“Because, what. The treaty?”

Dream shakes his head, expression still all twisted up like he’s eaten something sour. “He’s got. A book.”

Wilbur laughs outright at that. “A book.”

“It’s–Wilbur, I swear. It’s important. I’ll, I might–I’ll–” Dream makes a frustrated sound, teeth clenched. “I have to get it.”

“So you’re going to work for Schlatt.” Fuck it. Wilbur pulls out another cigarette, lighting it as he speaks. “You’re going to be the emperor’s little guard dog.”

“I’m–”

“No, no, it makes sense. It’d be too boring for you otherwise, wouldn’t it? Not enough chaos, with everyone joining the rebellion.” He gestures with the cigarette, Dream’s eyes caught on it as it moves. “You want us all to fucking destroy ourselves, keep everyone weak, Manberg, Pogtopia–you don’t need to explain yourself, man, you’re a smart guy! Even out the playing field, join whatever team has the fewest players, keep yourself above it all. Bravo, really. Bravo.”

Dream’s jaw works, but he stays silent. Wilbur smiles at him and breathes in a long drag of smoke.

“Well, Dream. I very much appreciate our meeting together today, really. Really! This has been…enlightening. Is that all? Or do you have any other important information to tell me.”

“...I’ll come around in a few days to tell the others. About, switching sides and whatever. And–the TNT is still going off, alright? No matter what.”

Wilbur rolls his eyes. “Obviously.”

Dream stares him down, Wilbur meeting his eyes evenly. He breaks eye contact first, looking down at the floor and tossing several stacks of TNT onto the ground between them. -

“Thank you, Dream. Until next time then.”

Dream stares at him, blinks, his eyes wide and green, before he turns away. The torch disappears into his inventory as he walks to the exit of the room, silhouetted in the doorway as he presses the mask back over his face. Wilbur reaches into his pocket, draws out Chekhov’s gun, holds his arm straight in front of him, fingers wrapped around the pistol as Dream works at the straps behind his head. He keeps it held there, pointed at Dream’s back until the man slips into the night, the blurry reflection of the lit end of his cigarette vaguely visible in the dull metal.

He’s not sure how long it is before a twinge to his arm makes him slip the unloaded gun back into his pocket. He sighs. He needs to start making his way back; after all, he still needs to think of a birthday present.

#my asks !!#my writing :D #the sixteenth #<- tag for future submissions maybe?#sixteenthdayevent #c!dreambur #dreblr #hopefully . hopefully this balances out characterization well enough #my c!wilbur haterisms are leaking through but whatever ... LMAO

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mars101 · 7 months

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Insomnia

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☆ PAIRING = ex!seonghwa x ex!reader

☆ GENRE = second chances, ex's to ???

☆ WARNINGS = slight angst, talks of miscommunication, mentions of food, they fall down a hill (😭), the pov confusing and idk either

☆ WORD COUNT = 4.8k

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★ SYNOPSIS = communication or the lack of was the reason that brought you and seonghwa apart, your friends hope that a single conversation in a locked room will bring you two back together.

★ RELEASE DATE = 10/09/23

★ SONG INSPO = insomnia -> yukika

★ AUTHOR'S NOTE = im finally done with this damn oneshot, i cant omg. months of quitting and regaining my inspiration finally payed off… ok pls have fun reading, sunny's an oc btw ok antyways happy reads !! <33

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Act 1: Our Present

"I know you two were once in love."

"So where's the place?"

Mumbles are heard through the phone as Hongjoong starts to walk towards the window. "Turn your stereo down and maybe you'll finally hear me. Are you sure you're actually here?" his words are stretched out as he cranes his neck to look out into the street. The gps on your phone continues to say one minute away, you roll your eyes as it's been saying that for the last four minutes.

"Y/n. There's three cars outside alright?-" 'Okay" "We are the third house from the top of the hill-" "Why so high?" "And then Wooyoung and... oh wait.. Wooyoung and Seonghwa should be outside."

The car goes silent as now the only thing you hear is the soft rumbling of the car and the faint sounds of the music you turned down earlier. I mean you knew you were going to see him eventually but you didn't think it'll be this soon.

"Do you want me to make an excuse for him to come inside?"

Hongjoong's question brought you out of your silence, "No no, I mean it's been a year now, I should be alright." Keyword: "Should". It seems that after he said that, the house your friends had rented popped into view as you see the two mentioned.

"Oh is that you-" "Okay bye." You hang up on Hongjoong as Wooyoung starts to wave at you in the car, for someone who drove for two hours he looks far too cheerful. To his right was him. The smile that kept you up at night plastered on his face as you two kept the eye contact for longer than the eye contact for exes should be.

"Y/n noona!, lower the window!!"

"Wooyoung, you don't need to yell when you are right outside the window" said boy instantly leans into the car once the window is fully rolled down, already making himself comfortable. "So what? I just wanted to talk to you, it's been too longgg" he was dragging out his words as his bottom lip poked out.

You poked his forehead as you gestured him to move away, "Woo, I was at your birthday party two months ago. Now move it's cold, some people want to go inside." Wooyoung let you turn your car off as he went to the trunk of your car to help you bring stuff in. (it was only three things)

As you stepped out of your car you heard another set of footsteps come near you. The breath gets caught in your throat as you already know who's going to be behind you. The soft and clean scent still follows him after a year, oh how much you missed it.

"Do you need any help?" The sparkle in his eyes as he looks down at you has you wondering if this is real or a dream. Even at Wooyoung's birthday you were having a hard time even looking at him from across the room, but now that he's right in front of you it's making you feel as if every single emotion you've once felt with him is coming back like like a storm.

"Oh, I- Uh- I think-" "Hyung, I left the heavy things for you" Wooyoung makes eye-contact with you and he sends a wink your way. As you turn back to Seonghwa you notice he's looking at your necklace. His necklace that he gave you for your first anniversary. "Well uh, I think you can help me with the bag then."

The first few steps you two took to the trunk of your car was so awkward as you both didn't know what to say. "So, how have you been? I would've talked to you before at Wooyoung's party but I was too scared honestly", "You? Scared?" You couldn't help but to stare at him as a small smirk grew on his face. "Wait, I wouldn't say scared then, maybe just nervous,"

As he handed you your smaller bag and pulled out the bigger bag you also noticed something. A watch. The watch you gave him on that same anniversary.

knock knock knock

"Oh god, what are the kids doing up there.." You follow the direction of his eyes which is where the knocks came from as you see the 99's now scolding San for knocking at the window. "I think we should go inside now, Wooyoung started to eat your snacks." His pointed finger leads to Wooyoung inside flailing the bag of chips around as he walks in a circle around the poor boy.

The place they rented was big, but it felt full with the light music that was playing from Jongho's speaker and the sounds of yelling from the dining area.

You feel Seonghwa take your bag from your shoulder as his warm hand lingers just a bit longer than needed. "Y/n, I'll bring this to your room. Ah, Joong told you that you're rooming with Sunny right?" You nod remembering that it was actually said girl who texted you after months, excited that the two of you will be sharing a room.

"Yeah yeah. I'll be over there greeting everyone so.." The words trail away as it becomes silent again but the man in front of you keeps his smile as he turns you around pushing you lightly towards where everyone is.

The noise becomes louder as you step into the room, only Hongjoong and Jongho seems to notice you as the rest excluding Yeosang and Sunny are somewhere else.

"Hey hey!" The younger of the two raises his hand as a greeting as you give the other a hug. "Hi to our Jongho~ and bye to this loser over here", "Loser?? Did you forget who won the race to the rest station?", "Race??? You only said that after you got there!"

Out of all the people here (there's only 10 including you) you’ve known these two the longest. Meeting both Hongjoong and Jongho in the gym class that included each grade during high school. After beating the two in the class run, races for literally anything has become apart of your friendship.

“Alright alright we already have one argument going on we don’t need another…Noona you were the latest to arrive here though..” A smack on the boy’s shoulder followed with a chuckle from him made you realize. Why are those four still arguing?

“What are they talking about?” As you pushed yourself up onto the counter the two had been sitting on Hongjoong puts his arm around your shoulders slightly shaking you. “How San ruined the moment you and Seonghwa had out there” “M-moment, we were just- he was just helping me with my bags.”

He turned his head to Jongho who’s shaking his head in disagreement with the other, “Hyung. That is not a “moment” the two couldn’t even hold eye contact for that long.” “Exactly why it was a moment. The two were so shy after seeing each other they couldn’t look into each other’s shining eyes.” He turns to you teasingly batting his eyelashes.

You push him off you as the three of you are left with smiles on your faces, then eye-contact is shared with the boy who has been scolded for the last 5 minutes. A yelp is let out from him as he finally sees you entered the room. “Ahhh, when did you get in here???”

The three boys freeze then look at where San was looking at. As you wave to them Mingi seems to be startled too when he flinched grabbing onto Yunho's arm for support. “Y/n noona!! It's so nice to see you again!” Yunho said shaking Mingi's arm off heading towards you for a hug.

“I was so worried that you wouldn't come this year, I remember that one year where you didn't come and- Oh, did you hear about what I said about Seonghwa hyung earlier?” His face fell in realization that you were there for most of their banter.

“Oh come on, you know I always used to block out your petty arguements.” he let out a breath as you lightly punched his shoulder. “Noona it's good that you didn't hear what Yunho said because he was always there when Seonghwa-”

Mingi's mouth was covered with a slap by Wooyoung who started to drag the poor boy out of the room. “Oh hey, where's Yeosang? I think we should go look for him, right Mingi? Okay see you guys later”

Silence was shared with you five still in the room until San broke it, “That guy needs to work on his exits.”

As they now lead into a more civilized conversation you head out of the room to where you will be staying. When you enter the room you see Sunny laying on her bed with a half cleared out suitcase on the floor.

“Y/n!!!” The bright girl practically jumps up from the bed to engulf you in a warm hug. “Sunnyyy we were talking not that long ago” the smile on you face being heard as the girl was always so nice to you.

“Hon. I think a month is a long time ago, are you feeling alright here?” She pulls away from the hug slightly keeping her arms around you. “Because like.. you know who is here..”

“Sunny. You can say his name you know? And you were always closer to him than you were with me” the two of you then sit on the bed you were going to be sleeping on.

Her hands are soft as they caress your own, “Yeah I know but..” The breath she takes in makes you worried about her next words.

“Look, I'm not sure what happened to the two of you. But I know that you were once in love, love is something hard to get rid of once its happened and so I hope you'll be comfortable here.”

Act 2: Our Past

"I just reached for you without thinking,"

The next day you all were headed to the ski resort which was near the place you guys had rented out. The 10 of you were split into cars with Seonghwa and Hongjoong being the designated drivers for the 2 cars. During the car ride there, which was only twenty minutes, the two sitting next to you were Sunny and Yeosang. Next to Hongjoong in the front of the car was Jongho who claimed the seat by "falling asleep" as soon as he hit the chair.

"Soooo, have you been dating recently?" the girl to your right says as you pick your head off the window. "Not really," "Why?", Yeosang then pokes his head out from his spot next to Sunny as the two now look at you as if they're scheming something. Hongjoong looks back through the mirror as his eyebrows furrow at the two, "Why are you two so-", "Noona's been single for too long" Jongho cuts him off as he talks in a sleepy voice.

"Jongho you're awake?" Sunny leans her head to the front trying to see him. "I'm sleep talking."

Before Sunny can react to his statement Yeosang puts his arm in front of her to pull her back as he tells you, "Noona, it's been too long since we've talked to you so we just want to catch up!". As he says that, Sunny leans on you making herself comfortable on your shoulder, "Yeah hon, a lot can happen in 10 months."

"But then again nothing can happen in 10 months too," you lay your head on hers as Hongjoong starts to pull the car into the place. "It's been hard finding someone new, because these days no one is... what's the word..? Uhhh-"

knock knock knock

The knocks on the window startle you as both you and Sunny jump. "AH JUNG WOOYOUNG!" He waves behind the window as everyone else starts to exit the car. Wooyoung opens the door for you and Sunny acting like he didn't just startle the two of you.

As Sunny starts to chase him like they're kids again, you head over to where a majority of your friends are. "Ah, Y/n noona, what do you think?" Yunho asks as he bumps his arm on your side. "Do we eat first or should we go and snowboard?"

"Eat? But we just ate breakfast earlier?-" , "Guys, you see that! That's why we should go snowboard first!" You anticipate the upcoming debate between the group as you look around for where the usual peacemakers are.

Both Seonghwa and Hongjoong are taking pictures by the entrance as you decide to walk towards them. Seonghwa watches your every move towards them as a smile grows on his face, "Seonghwa!! Good smile, this picture will turn out perfect"

By the time you reach them Hongjoong is on the ground getting the perfect angle and Seonghwa waves you over to come next to him. Hongjoong notices this and turns his head, "Oh Y/n join the picture, I just got the perfect angle"

The man on the floor makes you feel as if you're on the cover of Vogue with the way he seems to snap a pic every split second. The blinding flash from his phone is as bright as the white snow everywhere. "Alright alright, you took a lot of pictures already." Next to you Seonghwa brings up a hand to block your eyes from the light.

"Ah wait wait. Just one more..?"

You held the hand in front of your view bringing it down to look at your friend but something behind him takes your attention. "Oh not again.."

The three of you looked at each other before you went over to the booming crowd of your friends. Their voices carrying through-out the entrance (which you're all still in by the way).

"No! I'm telling you, eating first is better before skiing!!"

"Wooyoung-ah I love you but no-"

"Ah ah kids be quiet. What do you guys think?"

Seonghwa looked at you as you shrugged at him gesturing him to just answer, "uhh I think we should just go ski or snowboard first because we already ate earlier."

"Wow of course the two love birds say the same thing."

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Sunny....

The once noisy group of friends were now silent as everyone stared at Sunny who now seemed to realize what she said. In a panic she bursts out in a laugh at the awkwardness that she created, the others joined in slowly as they look around for something more interesting.

Hongjoong, who was deep in thought the whole time broke the awkwardness, "Why don't we just split up? The ones who want to eat go eat first and the others go skiing and snowboarding first." Murmurs of agreement went around as some felt embarrassed because of the simple solution.

"Okay then byebye~~" Sunny was the first to head inside the building to eat dragging Hongjoong with her. You felt something (or someone) get pulled away from your hands as Jongho put himself between you and Seonghwa, "You young people are so cute holding hands"

A smack on both of his shoulders from the two of you came after his comment with the tall duo snickering at the side. The three of them went on forward into the place as you and Seonghwa were left side by side.

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"Did you ever want to see what'll happen if you fall off this swing?"

"Ask another stupid question and I'll push you off your seat."

Your foot that isn't connected to the snowboard you rented knocked into the boy's foot next to you. Jongho was seated in between you and Seonghwa, Mingi and Yunho were in the row in front of you guys and kept on turning around occasionally to wave at you three.

Behind the seat your arm and Seonghwa's kept on bumping into each other. In a way, they were like magnets wanting to stay together. "Oh my what is this?"

The younger one put the two of your arms together as he then layed on it, "My arm rests are back," His comment made the two of you scoff but the proud expression on his face was too cute to make you mad.

Seonghwa made eye contact with you before the two of you made a silent agreement. "Oh is the baby happy??" Seonghwa ruffled the boy's hair as you pinched his cheek, "Aww, our baby is so so happy"

"Alright alright, I'll get off," his pouted look made you lean him onto your shoulder. Another wave was sent towards Mingi who turned around again as a squeeze was felt from Seonghwa's hand which was still on your arm.

Jongho let out an exaggerated sigh as you locked eyes with Seonghwa, "Honestly.. I missed this," he mumbled into your shoulder. "Missed what?"

"Well, this. I missed when you two would act like my parents." you used your other hand to pat his head while your eyes stayed locked on Seonghwa's. "I missed it too Jong."

The eye contact was broken as you heard a loud laugh from Yunho after it seemed Mingi fell forward when getting off his seat. "Man I hate this part the most." With a grunt you jumped off the slow swing with the other two following.

While pushing yourselfs forward Jongho proposed an idea. "Let's have a race down the slope," Yunho was the first to answer with a nudge of his arm, "Okay~ I'm in!"

Mingi puts his arms around the two boys pushing his head on theirs, "Loser pays for food later, right?", "Of course loser pays!," your voice is a bit muffled as you're leaned over with your hand on Seonghwa for support as you put your other foot in the board.

"You guys can do your race and I'll just pay later."

"Oh, hyung why? Is it because you're the only one who picked skiing?"

"What? No, I'm just too slow so-"

The things that happened next were so quick that you could miss it if you weren't paying attention. And you were definitely not focused on the conversation happening.

“Ayyy Seonghwa hyung that doesn't matter, you can still— OH NO!” Jongho paired his words with what was supposed to be a light punch on the shoulder but the boy forgot his own strength.

Your hand still holding onto Seonghwa was pulled as he fell from the impact of Jongho's “light” punch. A wave of profanities escaped your mouth as the two of you rolled down the hill. The male wrapped his arms around you tightly as he repeatedly apologized while keeping a protective hand behind your head.

Luckily your fall stopped before you made the halfway mark of the hill. As you got off of Seonghwa and sat up the words that were going to come out of your mouth halted as his hand slowly ruffled the snow out of your hair.

“Are you okay?” his question snapped you out of your trance as you slapped his hand away, “Of course I'm not.. you didn't need to drag me down with you…” Despite the harsh slap from you he continued to help brush the snow off you.

You let him as the silence engulfed the two of you again, but this time it felt comfortable. The sounds of your breathing was all you heard as you stared at the man in front of you. His features are still as beautiful as they were the last time you admired him.

As his hand went from your hair to your cheek, the two of you locked eyes. “W-why did you pull me down with you..?” The intense eye contact made you nervous as the two of you slowly leaned in.

His nose was eventually touching yours and his warm breath which contrasted the cold air around you radiated on your lips. Before the small gap was closed between you he used his other hand to hold yours as he answered your question.

“I just reached for you without thinking..”

Act 3: Our Future

“More like too late.”

"So..?"

"So what?"

“Oh come on, you think I wouldn't notice when two of my best friends all of a sudden become awkward and nervous with each other, well.. again.”

You and Hongjoong were in the small office that the rented house had, it was late and after the ski resort him and Sunny noticed your mood changes. The couch you two were sitting on was small, meaning there was no space between you two during the conversation.

“Jongho pushed Seonghwa and he dragged me with him down the hill.”

The couch started to shake a little as the man next to you tried to hold in his laughter. Eventually his shakes became giggles and giggles became a full on cackle.

“Are you done yet?”

“No of course not, that's hilarious,”

His laughter continued for a bit until he finally calmed down, manually breathing in and out to control himself before he loses his composure again.

“Alright okay, is that it? I mean falling down a hill together can be embarassing..”

“We kissed.”

The slow fade from a smile to a shocked expression on Hongjoong's face almost scared you with how his whole body melted as his hand even grabbbed onto you for support.

He shook his head to get his thoughts back together as you started to get nervous.

“Well it wasn't really a kiss kiss though, it was only a few seconds because I heard the others coming down the hill after us and-”

“OH MY GOD.”

Your rambling was cut off as Hongjoong now started to freak out, “YOU KISSED?? HOW? WHY? WHAT?”

“Joong. The kiss was probably an in the moment action. It probably meant nothing to him.”

Your voice drifted off as you unknowingly held onto your necklace. Hongjoong notices this and recognizes the necklace that Seonghwa gave you.

“But it meant something to you didn’t it?” he took your silence as an answer as he asked another question, “You still love him don’t you?”

“Of course I still do, we were together for over two years and known each other for longer but our relationship ended in such a regretful way.”

Just as Hongjoong’s hand was about to comfort your shoulder there was a knock at the door. Sunny’s head poked through the door as she smiled at you and gestured for Hongjoong to come out the room, “Oh, I’ll be back Y/n.” when Hongjoong left the room another person was pushed into the room.

The door behind Seonghwa was slammed shut as he was in panic because of the forceful entrance. You watched in confusion as he tries to jiggle the door knob that is being held on the outside by Sunny. Seonghwa gives up with a sigh and turns to you, eyes full of longing as are yours too.

“Hi.”

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The room was filled with silence, the only thing heard was the sounds of your breaths. Seonghwa walked closer and sat right next to you. His scent engulfs you as there’s little space between you two. When you turn to look at him, he’s already looking at you.

“I’m sorry about that kiss earlier. I think I just.. missed us.”

You can’t help but to stay silent after his statement, your head was now lowered as your eyes shut.

“Y/n.. why’d you leave me?

“Because you left me first.”

The words were barely audible as they came out of your mouth, but you know he heard it as Seonghwa looked at you with a mixture of sadness and regret in his eyes, and you felt your heart ache at the sight. For a moment, it was as if you were transported back in time to the day when everything ended between you two.

Seonghwa's voice wavered slightly as he spoke, his confusion evident. "Left you? What? It... it was you who ended things between us, Y/n."

“Seonghwa.. did you not realize how much you distanced yourself from me? The last few weeks of our relationship was filled of you practically ignoring me at some points.” Seonghwa's eyes were glimmering in confusion and guilt.

Your gaze softened, and you let out a sigh, leaning back against the couch. The words seemed to hang in the air, a mix of memories and emotions swirling around you both. "I guess we remember our last months together differently..."

Seonghwa kept his eyes on you even when the eye contact was broken as his words were filled with sincerity. “Y/n, I love you. But I was second-guessing myself and thinking I was too clingy and too pushy with you. I was distancing myself to make you less uncomfortable.”

“Why didn't you just talk to me..? Even when I broke up with you, you could have at least said something” You feel your voice waver as it starts to get hard to get words out of your mouth.

“I just wanted what you wanted..”

“But all I wanted was you.”

As those words leave your lips, you feel a few tears run down your face. At the sight of them Seonghwa lets his own tears run free too, he brings his hands to your face to wipe them away and at his touch you break down on him.

He pulls you into a hug as your tears start to soak his t-shirt and his own get lost in your hair. Your arms wrap around him, longing for this feeling again for months. “I never wanted to leave you hwa..” Seonghwa plants a small peck on the top of your head, “I know y/n, I know darling..”

“I should've just talked to you.. I don't know why but I was so scared, I didn't want to lose you. But turns out not even saying something made us break up anyways…” You feel Seonghwa’s hand caress your back while he talks which makes you melt into his touch.

“I'm sorry hwa, I still love you. Never stopped..” You stay quiet after saying that, wanting to bask in the feeling of being close to him again. In a cold room there's the embers of the flame growing again between the two of you.

“Y/n… would you let me take you out again after this trip? On a date.. we can wait a few more days of talking again before you say—”

“I'll go on a date with you Seonghwa and we’ll hold hands and hug and kiss and-” Before you can finish your sentence he pecks your lips, “Too soon?” Seonghwa looks into your eyes with stars in his.

The tears in your eyes from earlier faded away as the grin on your face replaced them. Your hands go to rest on his cheeks as they start to glow a pretty pink. Your noses start to tickle each other as you pull him closer, breath feathering on each others lips.

“More like too late.”

★☆★ AUTHOR'S GOODBYE = AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!! i took so long to write this one-shot that i literally got into and out of a relationship twice… and omg i was supposed to finish this by January but its october now ;-; but anyways thank you for reading! YAYAYAY

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gutzfreak · 7 months

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Can you do jack x fem reader smut? But can it be about jack pulling over Y/N then maybe to get out of a ticket they have sex?👀 maybe in the back of his cop car or on top of the hood??

I like that idea a lot so yes Also the reader is pretty punky/gothy if you dont mind, it wont be mentioned to much I just feel like jack would have a thing for gothy people :p

CW: car sex, oral sex, slight rough stuff(?)

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You were speeding. Not in a major part of the road, just throughout the small parts of town. Though, still speeding. Your breath hitched and you felt like your whole mind shot off when you heard sirens behind you and started seeing those red and blue lights.

"Fuck." You mutter to yourself. You pull over, taking a deep breath and putting on the best smile. You pray that it's just gonna be a small fine other than something you cant financially handle. A cop walked up, knocking on your window. You roll down the window and look up at him. "Damn..." You say in your head. He looked down at you, causing you to blush just a little. Maybe you can flirt your way out of this one? And with that sexy cop you'd be more than happy to. "Ma'am, are you aware that you were speeding?" The cop said. You smile. "Sorry, my mind wasn't all there. I wasn't thinking." You choke out. You hope that lie would be able to convince him. He sighed, pulling out a ticket. He scribbled something down on it, before handing it back to you. Your eyes widen. "Almost $300!? I can't afford this!" You exclaim. You were employed in a shitty job that didn't pay well at all, so every scrap of money you spent was a huge loss. And you really, really couldn't afford this. The cop saw your panicked expression and softened up a bit.

"is there....anything I can do to not pay this?" You mumble. You get an idea though. The cop seemed sweeter and softer, towards you at least. You lean a bit to see him better. He was a really good looking guy. Nice body, kept and clean black hair, cute face, just good looking in general. You were some person working minimum wage and all you wore was the baggiest, most ripped and sloppy clothing which people often asked you "isn't that for boys?". You never cared. Right now you don't. You just need to get out of this ticket somehow.

"So, officer, is there anything lil ol' me can do to not pay this ticket?" You bat your eyes innocently, hoping to woo him somehow. The officer blushes and rubs the back of his neck.

"Well there is....one thing." He smiles nervously.

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Before you knew it you were in the back of his cop car, your arms snaked around his neck and him hovering over you as you two made out. You were expecting this, but at the same time no you weren't. You thought he'd ask for like, an apology or just a kiss or something. Not being pulled into a full on make out. He pulled back, staring into your eyes for a second before moving to your neck, planting sloppy kisses, bites, and licks all over it. You let a few noises escape your mouth.

"Hey." You bat the back of his head, causing him to look up. "Whats your name, anyways?" You chuckle.

"Jack. Deputy Jack. You?" He said shyly. "Im Y/N." You say. He smiles. "Thats a pretty name." He says, pecking your lips and moving back to mark and love your neck. You giggle and run your hands through the back of his hair, letting out sighs of pleasure as he attYoacked your neck. His hands move up and down your body, seemingly unsure where to rest. They finally made their way up your shirt, his cold skin on yours. You shiver. After a minute he finally leaves your neck alone and his fingers trail to the waistband of your pants. He looks at you for consent to take them off. You nod. "Go ahead, Jack." You mumble. He pulls off your pants, leaving you in black underwear. He hooks a finger in those too, slowly pulling them down. You buried your face in your elbow, embarrassed. He chuckled at you and kissed your cheek.

"Your ok with this, right? You really don't wanna pay that ticket?" He smirked. "Yeah, I'm fine. Please..." You huff out. He nods and starts rubbing your soaked clit with his thumb. Your back arches slightly and so do your legs, as small whimpers escaped your mouth. He saw it as a good sign. He kept rubbing your clit and inserted a finger in you.

"Ngh......shit....." You moan. He lifts one of your legs, biting his lip. He adjusted himself and leaned down, his face now at the level of your heat. He leaned forward and started eating you out. "Jack!" You moan. Your head fell back as you stared at the ceiling of the cop car. You felt dizzy. Having sex with a stranger cop just to get out of having to pay a ticket. You felt like a slut. But god, it felt good. You needed this. You continue letting every noise escape your mouth, your hands entangled in his hair. A couple more licks and sucks on your clit and he couldn't handle it anymore, he needed you. Now. He shuffled to unzip his pants and get them off. He finally kicked them off along with his boxers, positioning himself. He was very, very eager and you could tell. He bumped his shaft against your clit a few times. "Are you ready, Y/N?" He asked. You nod, and shift to be in a more comfortable position.

He slowly slides in, his breath hitching as your walls stretched to accommodate his length. He doesn't wait for a que, whenever you stop shifting he moves slowly. But he quickly picks up the pace to pounding into you. "Fuck~! Jack!!!" You moan, your head leaning all the way back now. Your legs were spread all the way for him and he held them up, to make it easier for both of you. In no time he was mercilessly pounding into you, slapping noises and small moans were the only thing heard in the car. He was groaning and staring at you. You were staring at the ceiling again. You were seeing static, everything felt not real. A cop was destroying your insides just so you didn't have to pay a ticket. But you were there for it. You felt him go faster and harder and started borderline screaming his name, his face now in the crook of your neck. He planted more soft kisses and bites, marking you as his. "Im getting close, Y/N. Do you...want me to pull out?" He mumbles. You shake your head. "No! No, please don't...." You moan. He nods. A couple more sloppy thrusts and he explodes inside you, moaning loudly along with you. You laid there, a mess. Covered in sweat, hickies, and now cum. You felt gross but so, so good. Jack blushes at the sight. "U-uh......you alright? At least you don't have to pay that ticket, huh?" He chuckles nervously, hoping you find it funny. You giggle. "Yeah.." You say. You get an idea and grab a notebook from the front seat along with a pen. "Uh...here, officer." You hand him the paper and scramble to put your panties and pants back on. He sees you dressed and nods, signifying you can go now.

You made it back to your car and regained composure, the only thing in your head was what just happened. Jack, in his car, looked at the slip of paper you gave him. He chuckled and blushed even more. It was your number.

You started your car, driving off. Jack watched and sighed, but it was a sigh of admiration. He started his car and drove off as well.

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This ones a bit shorter sorry!! But I hope you enjoy nonetheless :)

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