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aetheternity · 3 years
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Sight, smell, touch, taste, sound and which one I believe would draw the Aot girls to you. Kinda Modern Au 🤷‍♀️ idk you be the judge.
(Pov: none of you asked for this but I got bored and decided to give it to you anyway.)
Mikasa
~Touch
The first time you touched her it was to pat her shoulder and tell her, "good luck" on a mission and she's been riding that high til the day she finally had you.
She was already so infatuated by you to the point that every bit of your touch became a daily necessity.
Locking you into her tight hugs late at night.
Pulling your lips back into hers whenever you try to escape.
She'll give you tiny kisses spread all over your face as soon as you wake up. And she's a huge fan of eskimo kisses. You might even trigger a little giggle from her when you initiate them.
She wants to rest her head on your chest and fall asleep to your heartbeat.
She's got your fingers perfectly knotted with hers in every situation.
Tangles your legs when the two of you are resting on the couch.
"I have to get up sometime Mikasa." Not today you don't.
Her favorite spot to scratch is your lower back. She softly circles her nails over that bit of skin after hiking your shirt up.
Please let her spend the day with you in her lap it's the perfect amount of intimate for her.
Annie
~Touch/Sound
One day you came to her with concern filling your eyes and hugged her even though you never had before. You simply told her, "I feel like something's wrong but I won't pry. Just know I'll be waiting for you to come back to me." So softly in her ear and despite her push back at first her feelings for you grew stronger everyday.
She grew to adore the smallest things about you.
The sounds of your low morning yawns before you kiss her face.
The warmth of your knee resting between her thighs
Loves when you whine her name. It sends heat flowing through her entire body. "What do you want?" (She'll pretend she hates it tho.)
Whenever you two are alone she has her head firmly placed on your chest, falling asleep to your heartbeat. Just like Mikasa (No you do not have to pee lay back down)
Loves when you card your fingers through her untied hair. (Sometimes you make her hum when you scratch the back of her head just right.)
She's gotta have your hands when you two are cuddling. Holding you like she's scared you're not really there.
Whisper in her ear and she just might shiver for you.
Laugh when she's sarcastic and watch the pretty pink color dust over her cheeks.
Tells you she loves you under her breath and melts when you say it back after kissing her cheek or neck.
Sasha
~(Sweet angel 🥺) Touch/taste
She held your hand like she'd always done with you and asked what you'd want your last meal in the world to be. Fucking around you said, "You." And the girl practically burst into flame. Meanwhile Connie at the opposite end of the table is mocking y'all talking about some, "Get a room already!" And then you did 😏
Oh, you just had some candy? She's biting your lips and sucking on your tongue.
Oh, your shampoo/body wash smells like banana, coconut, strawberries etc? She's got her face in your neck giving you little kisses. (Sometimes she'll give you a little kitten lick but it's fine cause you love it 😃).
She likes mutual feeding (ik that sounds weird idk how else to put it.) Like if you guys are eating popcorn together while watching a movie, she likes when you place the popcorn in her mouth and she does the same for you.
Licks the butter off your fingers when the popcorns gone.
When you stretch your arms next to her and then proceed to wrap them around her neck or waist she's in heaven.
Adores the feeling of your fingers splayed over her stomach right after she finished eating and the way you tease her by stroking her inner thigh.
Randomly jumps in the shower with you so that she can run her hands up and down every inch of your skin.
Sometimes she wakes you with a bunch of forehead kisses.
"Five more minutes please.." You beg
If you wake up before her though she'd love to be wrapped in your arms as she eats breakfast.
Hitch
~Sight (y'all already know my baby's a lil shallow)
It was like a movie scene. She saw you across the room during a small party for the anniversary of the military police first debut and she just had to have you. And bug you.. she stayed by your side as often as possible after that.
She'll laugh so that her compliments on your body sound less genuine but she means it every time.
And when you're not looking she's got her lip between her teeth, eyes working up and down your body.
"I wanna see you in this honestly." She'll say late at night handing you a picture and covering her face as you look at it.
"Reminds me of your pink dress?"
"Yeah! Yes.. that's the point we'll match."
Doesn't matter how long you've been dating. She'll always build a little tension before every kiss by looking directly at your lips then back into your eyes with a little smirk.
Whistles when you wear an outfit she recommended.
She never straight up says it but her favorite part of your body is the part you like the least.
Backwards ass compliments.
"You know orange isn't normally your color but today you made it work." And "You seem really confident despite wearing those pants."
Don't worry it's how she shows affection.
Makes you blush as often as possible because she just can't get enough of how gorgeous you are when you do.
Pieck
~Sight/taste
From the second she saw you she knew she had to get you out of your little bubble. You'd both done the warrior training as kids and you always kept to yourself. She thought a person like you looked like you had a lot of secrets. And she was gonna learn as many as possible. The older you guys got the more attractive you became to each other and you kinda fell back into the nervousness she thought she'd driven out of you. Eventually she got you to accidentally blurt a confession. Next thing you knew her tongue was pulling all conscious thought out of you.
Idk Pieck gives me the vibes that she'd always be looking for a way to stick her tongue down your throat?? (Just me?? Alright..)
She'll twirl you around with a hand around your waist. Unabashedly checking you out.
Loves long sweet kisses while she rests between your legs.
Will never stop smiling at you when you exit the shower in only a towel.
Brushes her lips over your stomach to wake you.
She's so enamored by the twinkle in your eye when you talk with the younger generation of warriors.
Playfully suggests you just walk around the house completely naked so she can really appreciate your body.
Her heart one hundred percent drops when she sees you sad for even a second.
Let her kiss you wherever she wants! It's a lot easier than arguing with her!
And she will try in some weird places. (She gives me body worshipper vibes.)
Yelena
~Sound
She heard about you due to rumors about your incredible fighting style. But what made her seek you out was the knowledge that you were next in line to become a titan shifter. It was hard to tell if her affection was due to interest in you as a person or your incredible fighting style but one day she asked you to live with her in the new world. Of course you said yes.
She loves the sound of you singing. (If you can sing) Sometimes she actively seeks you out and asks for you to sing to her.
Your war cries make her back arch (shh I didn't say that).
The second you guys started dating she developed a sixth sense of some sort where she just shows up if you're crying or if your day has been going terrible.
She just adores the sound of your voice and she can't get enough of it.
I could see her dragging you off some place where the two of you can just talk.
Within less than a week of dating you she's already got ways to get any noise she wants out of you.
Graze their neck with the tip of your nose for giggles and kiss the tips of their ears for I love you's.
That sort of thing.
Whenever you make a noise she hasn't heard before she's dying to force you to make it again.
Idk what it's called but I feel like Yelena has that thing where noises are attributed to colors in her brain. And at some point she explains all the colors she sees whenever you make certain noises.
Hange
~Sight/touch
Moblit had to take a.. short vacation after one of Hange's lab disasters nearly crippled him.. so Erwin had asked you to fill in and you said yes. It was only for a couple weeks and during that time Hange stuck to you like glue. Throwing an arm over your shoulder, stealing little glances and laughing loudly when you'd catch her. It felt like normal Hange stuff. But on the last night before Moblit's return, Hange was weirdly not.. Hange.. being quiet, filling in data and barely making eye contact. You asked if you'd done something wrong but Hange barely said anything back. Before you left she was nose deep in paperwork. You said your goodbyes and you were about to leave when Hange asked if you'd be willing to go on a date. When you looked back she hadn't even looked up but you smiled and nodded with a little yes and the rest was history.
It's a no brainer that you spent all your free time in Hange's lab to be Hange's other support system other than Moblit.
And when Moblit died, Hange's entire support system.
Her touch lingering on your lower back as you lean over to check her notes.
Completely enamored with the glint in your eye whenever the two of you come up with a sort of breakthrough.
Deadass pulls you into her lap at the most random times.
Oh hey the meeting finally finished? Yanks your frame right into her lap and laughs at the eye rolling of fellow colleagues.
Hange will say sorry but that blush on your face was so worth it and she's so glad she did it.
Rubs your back as you sleep on the work piled on your side of the desk.
Probably accidentally wakes you up a couple minutes after you fell asleep though.
Hange once sat you on her lap after a meeting right before Erwin tried to hand her some papers over the table. Without thinking she stood up to grab them and your face slammed into the table while her hips were pressed against your ass. Immediately getting everyone's attention. Safe to say you no longer sit next to Hange at meetings. (I had to add this even though it's a little off topic and random.)
Historia
~Smell (First one here.)
She had to share a room with you until she became queen. And almost every night she'd have some kind of nightmare about Ymir. You didn't mean to make a move but one night she crawled into your bed like she always had and you wrapped your arms around her shivering form like you always did. She had her nose trapped in your nape and you pressed a kiss to her forehead hoping it would stop her harsh breathing. And it did. She froze, the world froze, everything froze. You had leaned back to apologize for overstepping her boundaries and she kissed you back.
She'd gotten so comfortable with your scent that not only did it constantly lull her to sleep but always gave her a sense of security.
You're her security blanket. I don't make the rules.
Speaking of blankets. You gave her yours when she moved into the castle.
Whenever she gets even an hour alone she's trying to get you in the castle so she can sit in your lap and bury her nose in your nape like she always has.
She also steals your shirts and hoodies as often as possible until they smell like her then you have to take them back and cover them with your stink again.
Spending early mornings in the castle after washing your hair and her telling you over and over that she missed your smell.
It's legit like having a long distance relationship while being in the same place.
And she doesn't let you go until the last second before you both have to go back to work.
If you guys have time and you shop together she'll keep the candles that you believed smelled the best in her room.
All in all give Historia your shirts to wear cause she loves them/they look great on her.
Ymir
~Sight/touch
You're probably either super sweet like Krista or really sarcastic like her and that's what draws her to look more in depth into you. When she finally gets a chance to actually look at you fully without the odm gear she finds herself fixated, tracing your figure with her eyes. You guys finally become friends, who mutually enjoy bullying Reiner. But she finds that she hates it. Thinks you're teasing her every time you brush her fingertips without actually holding her dammed hand. One day she just reaches out and grabs you properly and doesn't let go. Yeah, you're dating now.
What can I say except, she likes running a finger over the lines on your palm.
She's always grabbing you out of nowhere but you don't mind. You just let her hold you.
"You look extra beautiful today, bet you'll look even better when I put a ring on your finger."
Puts her hands under your shirt with no fucking shame.
Stares at you and yells at the first person that mocks her. Reiner/Connie
Can and will find a way to smack your ass the second she gets you alone.
Trails little butterfly kisses over your shoulders when you're trying to get dressed in the morning.
Literally everything you do is weirdly skillful to her.
Like you're peeling a potato and she's like, "You're so amazing at that.."
Let her lean on you for absolutely no reason she loves it. 🤷‍♀️
(I realized after writing this that Annie and Armin have the same one even tho I don't ship them at all 😕)
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thatsthetriick · 3 years
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Stardust Crusaders getting stuck with Y/n (Request, hcs, slighlty NSFW humour)
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ANON U ARE A GENUIS! I LOVE U FOR REQUESTING THIS! I HOPE YOU LOVE IT! 💕
Summary: Mariah’s stand (Bastet) manage to get you stuck with a stardust crusader, how woudl they act? Disclaimer: All characters are aged up to adults!, expect perverted or weird thoughts from the characters, some very touchy moments with the crusaders and getting into awkward and inappropriate poses, if you’re not comfortable with this please don’t force yourselves!  💖, reader is gn, and an adult! p.s I don’t know how to french sorry. Additional info: It might not follow the exact episode I’m sorry! More headcanons from me: Masterlist/taglist~ Requests/ask box are open: Ask/Request here! Header:  Daytime Shooting Star
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Y/N and Crusaders stuck with each other Headcanons!
Joseph Joestar (Old)
➷ You’ll encounter Mariah’s stand by trying to open the lights to a bathroom (for some reason it’s close) but there were two electric switch boxes and you unfortunately got to touch Mariah’s stand and got a static feeling, you shrug it off and just find the correct switch.
 ➷ Awkwardly some random nails on the floor stabbed your arm as you wash your arms, you found this weird and just clean your wound and looked around, obviously you’ll be more cautious after that weird encounter.
  ➷ You’ll meet Joseph being chased on the hallways with knives and forks and you’ll immediately follow him to help him. You’ll yell for his name yet he runs faster and is unable to hear you
  ➷ Once you reach with him you two are panting and you help him take off the knives and forks from behind, “There’s a stand user that managed to make me attract metal.” He’ll explain as you calmly took off the forks and knives and he grunts, “Ow! Be careful y/n!” he’ll rub his back, “Sorry.” you’ll nervously scratch the back of your head as you chuckle.
 ➷”There she is!” Joseph starts running and following the girl as you follow him but you two slowly start getting closer together, “Look Y/n you’re kind of too close.” he’ll say as his pace slows down and you’ll tell him that he was the one moving towards you.
 ➷ The stand user manage to get away so now you’re stuck with Joseph shoulder to shoulder
 ➷ You two decided that you should probably come up with a plan so you held on to a wooden pillar as Joseph tries to pull away, “God! This stand!” he angrily exclaimed as he agressively kept pulling away from you and hits his shoulder to yours and the side of his waist to your side. “Ouch cut it out Joseph!” You’ll scold him.
 ➷ “Sorry Y/n, it’s just this stand is so annoying!” He’ll say frustrated and kept trying to get off you and you knew that he won’t really get off of you easily.
  ➷ He’s really angry at this stand and would probably say a lot of things and they’re nothing but complaints!
  ➷ Because of his constant movements you manage to slide the wrong way and now it looks like he is spooning you with him facing front and was facing your back now, and you were embarrassed but it seemed like he didn’t even notice the severity of the situation, espcially the citizens walking by were noticing you two and it looked weird out of context.
 ➷ “Y/n! Push as well!”, “Stop saying weird things!” you’ll probably scold him for saying that 
 ➷ Eventually you’ll tell him to stop pushing away because he just ends up grinding on you and once he notices he kind of looks away, embarrassed and apologize as you discuss the plan to him
  ➷ “What if we do it slowly and then you try to hold onto something with your hermit purple? Sounds good?” You’ll suggest, you eventually manage to separate but everyone still looked at your weirdly as you two ran to look for Mariah.
  ➷ Let’s just say you keep remembering that memory, you eventually sit down near the hotel and wait for everyone else to come back and Polnareff will be the one to ask if you two were doing some weird affair and that’s why you two got separated and you’ll just ignore him
Jotaro Kujo
 ➷ You’re probably buying from a shop somewhere and sat on a bench and felt static on your hands and look at the weird switch on the bench and ignore it. But caps of bottled drinks start getting stuck to you and unfortunately went through your ice cream and you had to throw it since there’s random caps on it, but once you go to the trash can all the scrap metal start going out and you start running away.
  ➷ Jotaro was probably just walking outside, he touched the switch by accident as well but he’ll be somewhere around with both hands in his pockets taking a peaceful walk 
  ➷ Unfortunately you two bumped into each other while being chased and sadly the scraps of metal still stabbed your back, you’ll probably groan on his chest because of the sharp pieces that just hit you.
  ➷ “Get off me.” He’ll say in his annoyed voice and you apologize and try to get away from him just to be dragged back to him, “What the hell do you think you’re doing.” he’ll add another comment as you literally struggle to get off him, even using both of your hands to stretch you out from his chest but you really can’t and Jotaro sighs in frustration.
  ➷ He uses both of his hands to hold your shoulder and pull you back just for him to realize that you really  can’t get off of him, his eyes widened and looked around he knows that this was a work of a stand though he doesn’t know the abilities yet of this stand. 
 ➷ “Tch” he’ll mutter as he tries to think of ways to get you two out of the public, he’ll carefully take off his arms from your shoulder and hold your back so it seems like you’re hugging him so it doesn’t seem awkward, he really doesn’t like attention put to you two.
 ➷ He’ll drag you to the alleyway and try to think of a way to separate you two just for you to quickly push off of him, he tries to tell you to stop but once you pull out another time you got dragged back to him and you two fell over, his hat was now on the streets. You two were on the ground with his back on the pavement and you on top of him — still on his chest.
 ➷ “Hey! Can’t you just-” you cut him off but getting up, now you were straddling him, or that’s what it looks like, “We have no time! The stand user could’ve gone away.” you fight back as he let out a groan of annoyance, “Hey! What do you think you’re doing!” he’ll scold you since you were now straddling him, honestly he had a shocked expression because you’re trying to get off of him so much and your just bouncing on him at this point, not only that but this guy likes you! So he was really embarrassed and flustered you can see the mixture of those emotions on his face, though it mostly consist of shock.
➷ Remember his cap on the streets? A bunch of teenagers saw the cap and heard mumbled noises on the alleyway and deduced that it must’ve belonged to the voices, as they check they saw you two in a awkward position.
➷ “Tch look what you’ve done.” Jotaro would complain(still flustered on what you just did) and you would answer back, “I’ll just do it faster then!” it was pretty weird saying that out of context and this guy was really feeling weird and flustered as you so he was trying to really stop you. He kinda likes the feeling though, which he felt guilt for thinking that and shrugged off the thought immediately while his face remained the same slightly shocked face with furrowed eyebrows.
➷ You’ll eventually get tired and just lie back down his chest as he thought of a plan, “Stand up.” he’ll demand and you two tried to stand up even though both of you are facing each other.
➷ He’ll use SP’s speed to punch himself off of you and it worked and you quickly walked away as far as you can from him, “You should get those healed, I’ll take care of this.” He grabs his cap and adjusts it to cover his eyes slightly. He was referring to the wounds you got earlier you were about to speak when he spoke first, “Good Grief, just listen for once.” he’ll say as he didn’t want to get you hurt anymore, honestly he’s a tsundere but a protective one and eventually defeated the stand on his own
Jean-Pierre Polnareff
 ➷ He’ll touch the switch as a curious thing as well but shrug it off and visit you since you two share a room, he’ll playfull knock on the door and wait for you to open it instead of just opening it since it was his room as well.
 ➷You’ll open it and he’ll start the conversation with a praise, “You’re so beautiful/handsome Mademoiselle/Monsieur “ and you’ll just accept it and let him in, but as he gets in for som reason your metal belt was pulled onto him and you were freaking out.
 ➷ He’ll just laugh it off and hug you back, “I didn’t know you felt that way cheri/cherie”, “You could’ve just asked for a hug!” you’ll playfully get angry at him and try to get away and as you did your belt still stayed on his rear pelvis area, “Huh? How did that get stuck.” He’s genuinely confused and held the leather part of the belt and struggle, you even helped him.
 ➷ “I’ll deal with this.” he goes to the downstairs bathroom to take it off there and as you watch him walk to the hallways you follow him and as you take down the stairs you accidentally held a wall with a switch and you’ll just look at the switch then to your palm then just move on waiting for Polnareff outside the bathroom.
 ➷ You’ll hear him angrily mumble something in the bathroom, you were about to open it to check if he was alright when he walked out before you did and then hand back the belt, as you grab your belt your hands was into a fist form and so was his, and at the end of his fist your fist just connected and he was confused with your touchiness today.
 ➷ He chuckles this off and teases you as you genuinely struggle to get your hand off and you tell him you really can’t take it off and he’ll shrug this as an excuse till he tries moving his hands away and realizes that indeed both of your hands were stuck. Eventually you two quickly connected, your front bodies facing each other.
  ➷ He honestly blushes at this and scratches the back of his head and realizes his hand was stuck there too and he slowly takes it off. “It’s a stand!” You’ll exclaim and both of you will get in the bathroom.
 ➷ You two were in a hugging position as you two mumble to yourselves as you two try to guess the stands ability, and the metal scraps from the bathroom was enough to explain it all. You suggest you two should try to pry out but you two kept getting back, everytime you two attempt to pull away you two will just connect with a hard impact that will make Polnareff feel awkward, “C-can we do this slower?!” He’ll exclaim loudly and people outside the bathroom could hear him say that.
 ➷ “Fine! I’ll be gentle!”  you will yell back as you move back till your back hits the marble sink, you then carefully let go of your hand off Polnareff and hold the marble sink even though you’re facing the other way, you hold on tightly to the sink and your chest and his chest disconnects and struggled with the lower parts because Polnareff was freaking out in a flustered way.
 ➷ He’ll be saying comments like, “It this really the only way?” and something similar as you try to disconnect both of your lower parts, as soon as you two disconnect he fell to a stall in a bathroom and you quickly ran out of the bathroom and tell him to hurry up.
 ➷ He’ll stay in the stall for a few minutes covering his eyes with his hands feeling so embarrassed and can’t stop replying the awkward scene. As you walk out of the bathroom another guy came in and looked are you weirdly as you ran away and saw Polnareff in a open stall and looked at him weirdly.
 ➷ You basically defeated the stand user on your own because you and Polnareff splitted up and he doesn’t know where you went and vice versa for you. Let’s just say he never brought it up again but he still thinks of it as night and still gets flustered at the thought of it.
Muhammad Avdol
 ➷ He’ll curiously touch it as well because he’ll find the switch in a weird area and he’s curious on what’s it’s use, after feeling the static he shrugged it off. He’s probably just looking for you, you in the other hand mistouched it as well.
 ➷ When he finally looks at you you’ll accidentally bump into him and he accidentally holds your wrist as you two bump, “Oh my dearest apologize Ms./Mr. L/n”  he try to take off his hand from your wrists but when he realizes he can’t he gulps and starts sweating trying to take it off, “What’s wrong?” You’ll question him since he was talking awhile to take off his hand from your wrists.
 ➷ “It seems like I can’t take it off” he says that as he uses his other hand to pull his hand — that was holding your wrist — nevertheless his hand got stuck to his other one as well. You try to hold his wrist to uncoil it but you also got stuck and you start to sweat and groan as well. As he tries to pull both of his arms out from yours he managed to just drag you to him.
 ➷ Now you two were in a hugging position and it was awkward because you two will probably be flustered just like how Avdol got flustered in the original episode, he’ll also be embarrassed and you will be embarrassed along with him and you two will suffer since everyone is already looking at the both of you being too close to each other.
 ➷ “We shouldn’t move that much, it would look weird.” he would suggest but you would try to move away from him and you two thought it worked as first so you immediately faced the other direction ready to run just for your rear end to be connected to his lower bottom (Just like Joseph & avdol in the orig), he’s honestly really embarrassed right now and this is the part where you’ll probably stop moving now since you were too scared to move.
  ➷ he gulps as he tries to think of ways to get off of you, “There must be another way.” he’ll mumble to himself and to you as you two look around for something to grab on, it seems like you two already though of an idea. Since none of your stands would be helpful in this situation there was no point in bringing them out so you two went to an area to hold objects. 
  ➷ Yeah that didn’t work, you two ended up in a awkward position as you two chase over the girl, but it was somewhat effective, you rode his back like a piggyback ride as he chases her, and with you using your stand to attack the stand user.
  ➷ After you two defeated the user it’s a bit awkward but you try joking it off even though both of you are embarrassed since a lot of people witnessed you two get into a weird position. You awkwardly tell him it will be a funny story to tell in the future as you two walk back to the hotel side by side.
Noriaki Kakyoin 
 ➷ Oh no yours and his would be in public which is embarrassing, the whole group is probably out on breakfast and he went to the bathroom and he washed his hands and dried it and without looking accidentally touched Mariah’s stand. He shrugged it off and went back to the table, and you in the other hand held a random rock that had the switch on it (it was big rock).
 ➷ You two sat besides each other unintentionally and he was showing you the menu and educating you about the taste of each meal and a brief history while Jotaro scoffs and respond with a “Tch” (he was genuinely jealous but his face said otherwise).
  ➷ You would be holding the menu and his hand held yours as he took a peak on the menu as well and continued his interesting facts, but as he tries to take it off he struggled and everyone questioned him if he was alright as Jotaro menacingly stares at Kakyoin’s hands on yours, “What’s wrong?” Joseph would probably ask.
 ➷ You would see Noriaki struggle so you decided to help him get his hand off tours but instead it got stuck and mumbled it out to the group that you couldn’t take it off, Polnareff would stand up, “Huh?” he would say and approach you two and start pulling both of your hands away from each other but Polnareff just groaned in frustration.
 ➷ “Mr Joestar! They’re right, I really can’t take it off!” Polnareff would panick and look at both of your hands in a jumble mess. Kakyoin’s hand behind the palm of your hand and your other hand behind his. Jotaro doesnt’ do anything at first and just watch as the whoel scene plays, but then as Joseph was about to try forks and knives start stabbing the both of you.
➷ Joseph would probably tell everyone to get out of there and would be behind you and Kakyoin as you ran to the other side of the street, Avdol seemd to figure out the stand’s power and stand user and informs everyone just to hide Kakyoin and y/n as they find the stand user. 
➷ The whole group would lead you back to the room and Jotaro insisted on joining Avdol and Joseph to find the stand user and since he knows that the room was secured and all metals are gone, unfortunately Mariah follow you and attacked you from there, you and Kakyoin were forced to jump off a window and you got into a position where he was spooning you, you two eventually fell to an empty alleyway and pried yourself off kakyoin but he was also flustered at what you were doing “Y-y/n perhaps we should try something else?” he would suggest.
 ➷ “Let me try one more time.” you got off as swift as you can and when there was hope it was quickly snatched away because you just got dragged back and you fell on him which caused both of you to fall, “Maybe  we should wait.” You would suggest as you two tried moving to a more comfortable positiong (a shoulder to shoulder position) and wait till Mariah attacks since she only saw you two go to the alley and not know what you were doing.
 ➷ She’ll obviously get suspicious of this and would take this opportunity to end you all, but your stand and HG managed to attack her and knock her outand you two end up normal again.
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tokimihyachi · 3 years
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Everyone always asks for the Captains and Magic Knight headcannons (nothing wrong with that - always love them) but you rarely ever see hcs for our favorite supporting/up&coming characters :(
Would you by chance please do ‘relationship headcanons’ + ‘how protective they are’ or ‘how they let their guard down’ for Mars, Patri/Patolli, Licht, and Liebe?
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warnings: may contain spoilers!
notes: awww, now that you mention it, it is true that i rarely see any of these four. and it’s alright fo u to request them! honestly love them a bunch. very underrated babies, indeed. 🥰 hope you like these! and sorry if their kinda long. i went all out because as you said, you hardly see their names here.
p.s. i simp for patri a lot, it just doesn’t seem like it kabcnsmd
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MARS | the closet simp
after the first stage of the experiment thing that happened, he never once approached or talked to you
you were aware of the sideffects, so you had to understand the situation
whenever you were with him he always had those instances of sudden relapses
he described his headaches as the worst
of course, you’d take care of him
he likes to swat your hand when u get touchy-touchy :((
but then the atmosphere shifts when you two are in the battlefield
he always finds himself eyeing your every move
when someone decides to attack you, you wouldn’t even notice because he’s always there, blocking their advances
accidentally get a scratch because of a spell that wasn’t even meant for you?
consider that person gone in a second ( a hardcore simp, wbk)
when he finally remembers things, he’d apologize everyday
seriously. he’s so guilty, that the first thing he say’s everytime the two of you meet is “im sorry”
he’d be more considerate, and his stares at you are no longer the cold hard ones, but the soft and loving kind
would randomly hug you
“hmm? is there something wrong, mars?”
he won’t reply, and instead he would hug you tighter while nuzzling his head on the crook of your neck
“i just missed you.”
“eh? but i’m with you everyday.”
“not an excuse not to miss you.”
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PATRI/ PATOLLI | the tsundere
as the number one human hater leader of the eye of the midnight sun, he has an image to protect, so, of course, his focus is always on his plans
you like staring at him
when he feels your eyes on him and he’d ask why, you’d only reply with nonesense such as: “you’re just pretty to watch”
he’d automatically furrow his brows at this
“you think this is all fun and games, y/n?” 
just the tone of his voice is enough to make you shiver in place
“whatever, pretty boy” and then you’d leave him by himself before he blows a fuse
he would never admit it, but your compliments always make his stomach all fuzzy
doesn’t know how to deal with emotions so he just releases it out as anger (poor boy :<<)
he always feels bad when you’re the one he vents out on
after the whole elf ordeal, he’d become more approachable
always looking out for you
the kind of guy to tug the side of your clothes so he can walk near the street and you would be safe on the sidewalk
a diehard fan of holding hands
he just loves the feeling of how well your hands fit with his
still gets flustered when you compliment him, but with all of the hate + rage + demon gone, he’s more open and would compliment you back
he revels in your attention
melts on the spot when you caress his cheeks and plat a soft kiss on his temple
the first time you two kissed, he just captured your lips as you were rambling about something
he couldn’t help it! you’re just too cute in his eyes!
rip to all the ogling eyes staring at you tho, in a blink of an eye they’re as good as gone
“oh, patri! where did you go to?”
“had to take care of a few pests, love. shall we go?”
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LICHT | the proud boyfie
mAN, is staring at this beautiful being even enough? if you only had painting magic like one of the other elves then maybe you would’ve made one already to honor such a perfect image
he’s very interested in the culture and “way of the humans”
you would think it’s weird at first, but then the way he smiles when learning new things is enough for those unsure thoughts to dissipate
so, of course you develop a crush first
you like daydreaming of him (oop, hopeless romantic spotted!)
he knows you’re looking at him with those loving eyes, but doesn’t say a word
what a sly, sly man
would tease you at first by always brushing your hands against each other when you walk
he’d act all innocent when you look back up at him, but in reality he’s laughing so hard at your impeccable personification of a tomato
but then you suddenly became close with all the other elves
especially rhya, cause ya’know, you relate with him being a lazy bum because you have your lethargic tendencies too
he’s not one to be jealous or anything
he just misses the attention you give him
sometimes, the elf kids would find him all slouched on tree with his chin resting on the open palm of his hand as he gazed at you two
definitely not jealous
but when you accidentally trip because of lil children running around and bruise your ankle slightly, he’d be there ASAP
would tend to your wounds and confess then and there
the bold type to kiss you on the spot after the confession (not that you mind sksksksks)
he likes to flaunt everything you do to everyone
sometimes the elves get tired of his incessant talks filled with “y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n…”
“i almost forgot, did you know that y/n unlocked a new spell yesterday?”
“WE KNOW. THAT’S THE 34TH TIME YOU SAID IT TODAY!”
what can you do, he’s just in love 🥰
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LIEBE | the explosive dolt & a closet yandere
since he’s bakugou’s counterpart a devil and all that, his first reaction was a loud, “HUHHH?” when you confessed to him
genuinely believes you’re messing with him
because of his past, he doesn’t really warm up to the idea nicely
(by explosive, i mean def not bakugou it as sudden outbursts of his reactions) 
he’s the kind of guy to distance himself after you confess 
after some time, he’d just randomly talk to you
but because you’re a stubborn, prideful person who knows their worth (as u should! 👑) you don’t pay as much attention to them
at this, he’d notice you’re always with asta
he’s irritated that you give the ash-blonde magicless fool more attention than him
whenever the two would spar, you’d only clap and cheer for asta, causing the said boy to blush profusely, whilst you smile cheekily
who could blame you tho, asta’s been the one who consoled you when liebe outright rejected you by not speaking to you for so long
he likes punching asta, “hey! what did you punch me for, you jerk!?”
“eh, your face seems punchable or something”
it’s not like liebe’s jealous or anything
always grunts loudly and makes noise when you and asta talk
“why did you throw the whole pole beside us?! we would’ve been hurt!”
“eh, the place looks like it needs an extra leg or something”
no. he’s not jealous
he would confront and talk to himself through a mirror, and ask his self what the hell is wrong with him and why is he acting this way towards you
you accidentally walk in the bathroom as they speak of their pent-up frustrations
cue awkward silence
but since it’s too much, he’d bluntly confess to you when he’s had enough of your closeness with asta
whenever he can, he’d always have you beside him or near him so he can keep a closer eye on him
he’s just afraid to be attached to someone only to lose them in the end like what happened to momma licita 🥺🤧
“liebe have you seen asta?”
“eh, he must’ve died or something.”
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spencersawkward · 3 years
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switchblade faith//spencer reid - chapter 9
summary: one month after joining the BAU, Clea is still settling in. between solving murders and getting acclimated to DC, the only comfortable thing in her life is her new friendship with Dr. Spencer Reid. (Baby Spence)
pairing: Fem!OC x Spencer
word count: 4.1k
content warnings: tattooing/tattoo aftercare, mostly fluffy!
A/N: hi! it's been a while since i updated this series, but i love it too much to leave it behind and i'm also always going to be obsessed with sub!spence. anyway, all my tattoos are stick and pokes atm so if some of the tattoo stuff if a little off, i'm sorry!
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it's really a matter of principle that keeps me bound to the promise. if I were a weaker woman, I would back down from the chair, would have shaken my head and told JJ that no, actually, I will not be getting something permanently inked on my body purely for the fulfillment of a bet.
but with most of the team around me and a couple flutes of champagne flowing through my veins, I give in. it's going to be small, even though I'm not going to see it until it's done. Penelope and Morgan being in charge of the design scares me, though. I start to get nervous that I'm going to end up with a unicorn tramp stamp.
"where are you gonna get it?" Garcia nudges my shoulder once we get inside the tattoo parlor. her eyes are traveling over all the intense artwork, which I can already tell is very much not her style. the walls are covered in intricate prints from past customers.
I think to myself for a moment. if I'm being completely honest, there's one place I've been meaning to get a tattoo, but never have. it's easy to hide, which is good. as long as the design they choose isn't horrifically embarrassing, I'll do it.
"I'm thinking..." I pull the waistband of my jeans down a little until it's right below my hip bone. "there."
"sexy." she says suggestively. I laugh.
"depending on what you guys have decided to give me, yeah." I angle for a hint, but Penny isn't caving.
"are you ready?" Morgan asks, having returned from the front desk area, where he's been talking to the artist. I take a deep breath, peer around at the rest of the team. we look like an odd bunch in here, an assortment of ages all gathered in a dark tattoo parlor.
Spencer's watching me with a concerned expression and I realize that I've been staring around for a decent amount of time. he doesn't say anything, although I've noticed that he's got a certain face he makes right before he does-- and he's making it.
"Clea, are you sure you wanna do this? you don't have to." JJ touches my shoulder suddenly. I realize that they think I'm genuinely worried and I let out a laugh.
"yeah, I'm fine," I turn to Morgan. "lead the way, handsome."
the tattoo artist has me lie down while he preps all his tools, snaps on his gloves. everyone sees me on my stomach and Emily gasps.
"are you getting a tramp stamp?"
"what? no," I giggle. "I'm gonna get it here." I show them the spot I just showed Penelope, and Spencer raises his eyebrows. Prentiss whispers something in Morgan's ear and the suave agent smirks.
"you're gonna like this." Penny grins. I glance at the tattoo artist to see how he reacts to that statement, but he's got a good poker face, unfortunately.
"are you being serious or are am I gonna hate all of you?" I ask.
"maybe a bit of both?" Spencer says in a slightly higher pitch, looking pleased to be in on the joke. I stare at him in disbelief.
"he knows what I'm getting, too?" I point disdainfully. Morgan laughs at the attitude.
"I told him on the way here."
I shake my head slowly and turn my attention to the boy genius, who is hiding a proud smile. there's a boyish quality to it that makes me feel a little better. I have to pull the side of my pants down as I turn on my side for the artist, and a peek of my black underwear makes Prentiss let out a whistling noise. my cheeks turn pink.
"shut up."
"are you ready?" the tattoo guy asks me. it's only then that I notice we're close to actually getting this done. I have no idea what's going on my body-- but there's no time like the present, right?
"sure."
it's the buzzing of the machine when he finally touches the needle to my skin that surprises me more than the pain itself. I feel myself resist the urge to move away, but I'm still enough for him to keep working.
"how's it feel?" Emily asks.
"like getting a tattoo." I wince. Penelope softens, looking between her coworkers guiltily.
"oh no," she complains, then comes over to me and grabs my hand in hers. "is this better?"
I squeeze tightly at the stinging sensation across my thigh, but she doesn't pull away at all.
"yeah." I smile. everyone is watching me intently, so much so that it puts me off a bit. "can we talk about something, maybe? it doesn't help when you're all staring."
"sure," JJ grins. "so..."
the pressure to start a conversation kills any potential for one, and then Spencer clears his throat. "anybody wanna see a cool magic trick?"
I snort and the rest of the team lets out a chuckle as the genius pulls a deck of cards out of his pants pocket. Morgan pats his shoulder. "I hope it works this time."
"it worked last time!" Reid protests, but his cheeks have taken on a slightly rosy hue. I watch him shuffle the mysterious deck and do some fancy tricks that I've never seen before, the corner of his mouth quirking with a sudden air of confidence.
Penelope is still holding my hand, and I can feel the metal of her sparkly rings pressing against my fingers. I choose to focus on the theatrical movements that Spencer is definitely using on purpose instead of the strange, sharp pain.
he fans out the cards and shows them to me, smiling. "pick a card, any card."
"hmm..." I tap my chin thoughtfully and stare at the bright red designs covering the back. I wonder if it's a rigged deck, or if he actually knows tricks. he doesn't seem like the type of person to be into magic. but then again, Spencer is full of surprises. I grab a random one in the middle, pluck it out and memorize it. a red six of spades.
"alright, then..." he grins and slams the deck back into one neat pile, then does some weird shuffling move again and shows the fanned-out deck to Morgan this time. "your turn."
Morgan's gaze flickers between the cards and Reid's face, which is trying to suppress a smile. the dimple on the right side of his cheek twitches once. when Derek taps a card near the end, Spencer nods and does the same thing that he did when I picked one.
except this time, as soon as he's got the whole deck together, he taps them a bit too hard and they go flying. fifty-two-pick-up style, Queens and Kings and Jokers tumbling to the linoleum floor in a defeated descent. my eyes widen and second-hand embarrassment rolls in, followed by the team's stunned silence.
I even feel the tattoo artist falter a bit in his work.
"oh." Spencer says. JJ puts her hand on his shoulder.
"Spence, it's fine."
"no, no, it's not-- I practiced this, like, fifty times last night--" his face is bright red as he drops to his knees. Penelope glances once at you and you return her stare with a pitying expression. Emily goes to help him, then Morgan and JJ.
"let me just..." he gathers up the remaining cards that they hand him, putting them back together into the pile again. I watch as he goes through them, somehow counting at lightning speed before frowning. "we're missing one."
everyone looks around, but it's obvious that there aren't any more stray cards lying about. I feel bad for him, not only because it didn't work but because he practiced it so much. I've been wondering what he does on the weekends-- magic tricks never even crossed my mind.
then Spencer's face lights up.
he comes over to me and gestures to my side, right by the spot where the tattoo artist is working. "may I?"
"uh--" I glance down at where he's pointing, the small patch of bare stomach. "sure?"
his fingertips graze beneath my tummy, between my skin and the smooth leather of the tattoo table, and snatch a card out from under me. it's barely a touch, but my breath hitches in my throat. my fingers tighten just slightly around Penelope's.
he holds up a red six of spades. the enormous grin on his face gives him away. "this wouldn't happen to be your card, would it?"
I gasp and nod, amazement on my face before it's wiped away by the sharp pain of the needle. Spencer displays the red six of spades to the whole team, then basks in their surprised applause.
Emily's smiling in disbelief. "you really had us going for a second."
"wait, wait--" I poke his leg and Spencer turns to me. "how did you do that?"
there's no way he could have hidden it there without me knowing; if he had slipped a card beneath my bare skin, surely I would have felt it. but the magic man just shrugs and shakes his head at me.
"a good magician never shares their secrets, Clea."
this time, the blush spreads over my cheeks. he's cocky right now, and I'd be lying if I said I'm not enjoying it. he's in his element, I realize, even if it is an unexpected one. and as he puts the cards into his back pocket, the group erupts with questions.
he's done magic before in front of them, but they seem to be awestruck by his performance this time. admittedly, I think the whole klutz act really added a nice dramatic element to it.
I'm mostly quiet for the rest of the tattooing process, although everyone else is chattering about the trick and how well the ink is going to turn out. I'm still wracking my brain for ideas of what they chose, but I honestly don't know. I've been banned from peeking.
maybe this was a mistake-- I've only recently joined this team, and already allowed them to decide what's going to be on my body forever. at least it's small. and maybe I'll actually like it; who knows?
when the artist lets out a satisfied sigh and turns the needle off, however, I find myself twisting around and staring frantically at the new design.
"oh my god."
it's a tiny airplane, with two dotted loopty-loops behind it. just small enough to be adorable.
"what do you think?" Garcia asks, eyeing it herself. they all gather around to admire the new design that sits on the outside of my upper thigh. I giggle.
"I love it."
"don't sound so relieved." Emily laughs. I can't help the bubbly excitement in my stomach.
"sorry, I just didn't know what to expect."
Spencer is staring at the ink when he turns to the tattoo artist. "how long until you think it'll be healed?"
the guy stands up to get treatment stuff for it. "I'd say about two weeks, but it varies from person to person." he leaves to grab cling film.
"I thought for sure you'd be the one to know that." I smirk at the genius. he shoves his hands in his pockets, makes sure the artist is out of earshot, and then looks back at you.
"I do know." he scoffs.
"uh huh." I laugh.
"actually, for the record," he lowers his voice. "I'd recommend at least three weeks instead of two. the last thing you want is infected flesh."
"yum, Spencer. thanks for that image." I smile with wide eyes and he shrugs.
...
it's quiet when I shut the door of my apartment shut behind me. I've got a bag full of supplies with me to clean the new art, and I'm feeling lethargic after getting lunch with the team. because Rossi wasn't around to foot the bill, I made the mistake of offering to pay.
we've got the day off after the most recent slew of cases, so I've determined to spend the rest of my day well. I could curl up with a nice documentary, or I could scrub my kitchen and do a little tidying up around here. god knows the film of dust on my bookshelves needs to be wiped away.
oh my god.
am I boring? maybe. possibly.
I shake the thought from my head and bring my things into the kitchen to organize. after spending a few hours cleaning up, I go out grocery shopping, then come home to sit down with a book. my errands take up so much time, I don't even notice the DC sunlight sinking beneath the harsh lines of the city, drenching my apartment in a silky darkness poked through with lit lamps.
it's already 9pm and I kind of want to hang out with someone, but I doubt any of the team wants to spend any more time with me than they did before lunch. or they might have plans with their families.
well, I know one person who definitely doesn't have plans.
I pull out my phone and hit Spencer's contact before I can talk myself out of it, knowing full well that it's not a big deal but still becoming a little nervous. it rings three times before he picks up.
"hello?"
"hey, Spencer."
"Clea. what's-- what's up?" he sounds more confused than anything. probably because I just saw him about an hour ago.
"I know it's late, but do you wanna come over? I'm bored and I feel like you know more about tattoo cleaning than I do." it's a weak excuse.
"why would I know more about tattoo cleaning--"
"you know damn well why, Reid," I laugh. "don't fish for compliments."
there's a slight laugh on the other end of the line before he replies. "I'll be over soon."
I wait patiently, preparing two mugs of coffee in the meantime. I'm sure we'll both want the caffeine, because I have no urge to turn in early tonight. my stomach twists a bit when he calls to tell me he's here, and I go to let him in. I'm not nervous.
except I actually am a little bit nervous when I open the door and there's Spencer with a shy smile and a coat that's a bit too big for him. it hangs off his narrow frame, and I realize that it must have just started raining. his hair is wet and there are dark spots on his clothes where the water has seeped through.
"get inside, my god." I move aside so he can come into the apartment and warm up. he walks in, looks around at my walls. I realize that he's never been here before. "welcome to my humble abode, Dr. Reid."
"it's nice." he compliments without much emotion. I lock the door and turn just in time to see his hand shaking at his side.
"thanks. let me take your coat." I glance out the window, where I now notice the rain pelting the glass.
Spencer shrugs off his jacket and hesitantly lets me hang it on the hook by the door before turning to him with my hands on my hips. "so, how are you?"
"I'm good," he smiles a little and runs a hand through his hair. "I actually read an article on the way here about those psychedelic mushrooms we were discussing the other day."
"is that, like, our thing, now?" I joke and gesture to the couch, where two mugs of hot coffee rest on coasters. he sits down gingerly on the cushions, sitting at the very opposite end of the couch from me.
"I can send it to you, if you'd like." he smiles.
"please do. I've been hoping for some titillating reading, recently." I hand him the mug and he stop before taking a sip.
"how many sugars did you put in this?"
"relax, genius, I'm not out to get you--" I catch his eye. "yet."
he giggles and takes a sip, then another. the smile tugging at my lips is too obvious for my liking; I'm just glad that I got the amount of sugar correct. it would have been funny to ambush him with a sweetness attack, although I think making him come here in the rain was punishment enough.
"have you ever had oat milk?" he asks out of the blue. I frown.
"yeah, why?"
"just wondering. I'm lactose intolerant and was considering trying it."
"you're lactose intolerant?"
"mhmm." he nods enthusiastically.
"I watched you eat three yogurt cups in a row yesterday." I chuckle at the memory of it. he eats so much and remains as skinny as a telephone pole.
"I love dairy." he shrugs it off. I pull my legs up beneath me on the couch and give him a serious expression.
"well, personally, I think oat milk tastes horrendous and it makes me want to vomit, but you should try it."
"noted."
we start to talk about various nondairy alternatives for coffee and it ends up being a surprisingly fun conversation. talking to Spencer has its own charm-- it's not just a conversation, it's a fully immersive experience. from his ambitious vocabulary to the unconscious gestures he makes, all of it keeps me hooked.
I rest my cheek on my palm, elbow leaning against the back of the couch while I nod along to him talking about almond farming. he's got a disdainful expression on his face as he brings up its environmental consequences, punctuating every few sentences with another sip of his coffee.
the rain is still pouring outside. thunder occasionally rolls over the sky and shakes the windows in their panes. my eyes flit from his face to the view when a flash of lightning catches my attention.
"--sorry, we should clean your tattoo." he seems to catch himself mid-thought, realizing that he came here to help me and not just rant about the business of almonds. I smile.
"no worries. this stuff is interesting to me, too."
"there's this documentary out now about it, too, that I've been meaning to watch."
"really?"
"yeah!" his face lights up. "if you want, we can--" he clears his throat. "we can watch it together."
he blushes as he says it, and I can tell that he's worried about how his intentions will come off. he can't take it back, so he runs the pad of his index over his middle finger and fidgets in a subtle way.
"that sounds like fun." I don't want him to feel weird. we've only hung out a few times, and I'm sort of looking forward to it.
"great," he straightens and adjusts his shirt, which has gotten slightly rumpled from his curling up on the couch. his tie is crooked, too. "where are the cleaning supplies?"
"in the kitchen."
"perfect, we should be doing it in there anyway." he stands, pushes a bit of his hair behind his ear while he waits for me to follow-- and I do, albeit with a wince from my tender side. it doesn't hurt as much as I expected.
he follows me into the minuscule kitchen and doesn't hesitate to start going through the things the artist gave me to take home. there's some foam wash and special moisturizer for it, not a lot. it's small enough that the care will be minimal, which is reassuring.
it's only when Spencer's washing his hands that I realize I'll need to unbutton my pants again in order to reach the tattoo. which means this is about to get at least slightly awkward for the both of us.
he turns around just in time to see me unzipping my jeans and his eyes widen.
"how else do you expect to clean it?" I laugh, and he gulps, visibly. his Adam's apple bobs in his throat and he nods in understanding.
"y-yeah, of course." his eyes are everywhere but on me. suddenly, my kitchen walls are incredibly interesting.
I shove down the waistband of my pants until they're just below my upper thigh, then I sit up on the counter and clear my throat. "I can cover some of myself if that makes you more comfortable."
"no, no, that's okay--" he speaks too quickly, then recognizes his mistake. "it's okay. this shouldn't take very long, anyway."
without another word, I shrug and watch him delicately peel away the film. his fingertips are back to barely touching my skin, just like when he pulled that card out from beneath me, and I stop breathing for a moment.
there's also a gel-like substance under the covering, which he tells me is just standard petroleum jelly. Spencer moves with a near surgical (and altogether unnecessary) precision. his eyes are glued to my skin as if forcing them not to stray to my now exposed panties. it doesn't feel sexual at all because it's not, thankfully.
when he uses the foam wash and begins to rub it into my skin, he frowns with concern and looks up at me. "is this okay? you can do it yourself if--"
"it's fine, Reid," I answer too quickly this time. heat rushes to my cheeks. "I honestly thought this was going to be a more complicated process than it really is."
"it's pretty simple, especially for something this small." he shrugs. "obviously, you don't want to get it infected, so I'd just think of it as treating a cut."
silence in our respective positions at the moment makes me nervous, so I change the subject.
"magic tricks, huh?" if anything, I need to distract myself from the way his hand is rubbing over my skin in a totally nonsexual and platonic way.
he relaxes a little, lifting his gaze to mine with a somewhat pleased countenance. "yeah, I love magic."
it's like peeling back a corner of wallpaper and seeing a shade of red beneath; not a lot, but enough to pique my curiosity. "a man of science?"
Spencer shakes his head at the air of faux sophistication I pour into it. "the world needs some wonder."
he says it in an offhand way, although I feel the weight of it from the way he runs a damp paper towel over the last of the cleansing foam. his touch presses into me and his eyes are lowered in a slightly distant way.
"how long have you been into it?" I fight the urge to ask a million questions at once.
"since I was a kid," he jerks back to attention. the grin on his face tells you just how special this is to him. "I used to buy all the books and practice for my mom constantly."
"did you ever do the trick with the never-ending string of handkerchiefs?" I recall one of the only classic moves I know. Reid laughs.
"that one's easy."
"what about the coin behind the ear?" I throw out another one.
Spencer straightens, doesn't even bother to set down the paper towel, before reaching up behind my ear and pulling away with a shiny quarter set between his thumb and forefinger. "you mean this one?"
there it is again, that confidence I saw in the tattoo parlor. he's standing just close enough for me to notice, and I grin as I snatch the metal out of his hand and set it on the counter beside me. "thanks."
"no problem." he laughs.
"you should do that more often."
"the coin trick? I'd go broke." he jokes. I laugh at the rare appearance of Spencer's playful side, hoping to get a bit more of it before we have to go back to being serious at work.
"magic in general, I mean. I think it would brighten up the office a bit."
he thinks about it for a moment, washing his hands again. the sound of the faucet reminds me to put my lotion on my leg. I get to it while he thinks of what to say.
"yeah, maybe you're right."
"I still find it funny that you're into that kind of stuff." I say honestly. of all the things for him to nerd out about, this feels almost comically unexpected. but Reid only gives me a shy smile before replying.
"it always made my mom laugh when I was a kid."
"is she also good at it?"
"tricks? no," he chuckles. there's a washcloth between his long, slender fingers that he's been using to dry them for the past two minutes. at this point, I think he's doing it to keep from fidgeting. "she says it's an old fashioned thing, and that only made me wanna do it more."
"well," I cap the bottle and set it down on the counter, pull my jeans up and lean against the counter with a smile. "I like old fashioned."
Spencer gives a friendly smile. "me too."
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heyitsmerose · 3 years
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Ateez reaction their s/o loving their scent (Maknae Line)
So for this imagine, to change it up a bit I decided to have it both ways, wherein they love your scent in some reactions, but you also love theirs in others. Thus, for the members that seem like they would openly tell you about your scent, the reactions have been written in that way. For the members that might not, I have written it so the reader loves their scent instead. Sorry that this is so confusing ahaha.
Also I probably sound so weird, I promise I’m not a weird person. Doesn’t everyone imagine what people smell like? no? just me? okay.
Word Count : 1.9k
Genre : Fluff
San:
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You and San had just met. You recently got out of a toxic a few months ago, and promised yourself to stay away from any form of a relationship for as long as you could. To be honest, you didn’t even think you were capable of being in a stable relationship after your previous one. That was all until you met San. He made you feel loved and like the luckiest person in the world. 
There was once where he had finally come to your house and you had told him to wait in your room, while you changed your cloths in to something more comfortable. He simply nodded, and without saying anything walked into your room. You simply looked down and turned the other direction. You were starting to feel insecure. You had finally brought who you thought was the love of your life, to your house, only for him to not utter a single word ever since he got here. You quickly changed, and went to make yourselves two mock-tails. You brought it to the room, with a smile on your face, offering him one, only for him to take it, mutter a soft thank you and then become quiet again. You sighed and sat on the bed, deciding to make the first move. You sat on the bed, and slowly tried moving towards him, only for him to notice and move further away. On the outside, you simply smiled and nodded, but on the inside you were broken. You were embarrassed and felt so guilty for putting him in that position. You muttered a quick apology and went back to your original position. For the next few hours, he just occasionally looked at you, not saying a word at all. You started doubting whether he genuinely liked you, and started feeling insecure, maybe he liked you at first, but lost interest.
 All these thoughts, led to you spiralling down the same, dark chain of thoughts you had before you met San, and tears started to collect in your eyes. He didn’t notice at first, since you blinked and looked away, however as the tears kept flowing, he heard you sigh shakily. He instantly looked at you, only to find you with a hand over your mouth, trying to control the noises you made, with tears flowing out your eyes non-stop. His eyes immediately doubled in size and he called out to you.
“Y/n, Y/n, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” He gently said in the most soft tone ever.
“No, San” You said quite frankly. “I don’t know if it’s something I’ve done, but I just feel, I- I feel like you’re losing interest in me, and I’m sorry for forcing you to do things you don’t want to” You admitted honestly.
“No way! Y/n, what would make you think that?” He asked genuinely. 
“You’ve been ignoring me the entire time here, what else am I supposed to think” You cried, raising your voice a little getting frustrated.
“No no no, that’s not what I meant” He stuttered realising his mistake. 
“Y/n, it’s just that, I don’t know whats wrong with me, I’m just surrounded by things that smell like you. To be honest, your scent is so enchanting and I have a feeling the second I get close to you, I won’t be able to control myself, you are making me feel some type of way, and I can’t control it.” He said finally, and you were definitely not expecting it. You wiped your tears, feeling more empowered now. You simply crawled towards him, but he didn’t move an inch. You finally straddled him and kissed him deeply. 
“Then, don’t control yourself”
Mingi:
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You and Mingi were classmates, and a few of your friends knew he had a thing for you. You didn’t see him as anything more than a friend, but recently were starting to doubt your feelings. Even small moments when he was leaning against his locker, laughing with his friends made your heart flutter, and you didn’t know what was going on. You blushed whenever you made eye contact, and finally realised you had feelings for him too. Not wanting to embarrass yourself, if it wasn’t mutual, you just kept your feelings to yourself. You had science together, and because of your amazing luck, you were partnered up for a certain presentation. You worked on it thoroughly for the entire week in the library, and you noticed, some signs of him liking you too. For example, he tried staying close to you, and made eye contact more often. In fact, on Friday, when you were parting and going your own ways, he even pulled you into a hug, his face buried in your hair and whispered.
“See you on Monday” He patted your head, and then simply left. You were astonished to say the least but, just went home, even more confused. 
Then Monday came, the day of your presentation. You were happy to get it finally over with, while Mingi, not so much. He looked quite on edge and nervous, you realised he must have been nervous for the presentation, so just pulled him into a tight hug.
“Yah, Mingi-yah! we can do this! Fighting!” You whispered only for him to hear, with a big smile on you face. He immediately held you tight, took a deep breath in, and let go of you.
“Let’s do this!” He said. It was safe to say, your presentation went really well. In fact, you got closer, more than friends for sure, and early on in your pre dating stage you realised he had a thing for the way you smelled, besides he hugged you and loved being near you, it was a little obvious. When you finally started dating, he openly told you. 
“Y/N, you smell like absolute heaven, how? how- I- what have I done to deserve such an angel, you’re like an actual goddess” He finally admitted when you were hugging once. You just giggled, and now hugging had become your thing. You were never a moment together without hugging and loved being close to one another.
Wooyoung:
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It was no surprise that Wooyoung loved the way you smelled. He always asked for items of your clothing when he went on tour so he could feel comfort, even when he was missing you like crazy. Initially, you found it a little weird, that he openly asked for your clothing, but then you realised how much it meant to him. In fact, being the talkative person he was, who would not shut up about how you smelled. 
“Dudeee, my girl just sent me such a sexy pic, I already want to go homee” He heard one of his childhood friends say when they were on a boys trip once. 
“For real, last night, we skyped and had the best time ever” He heard another one chime in, followed by a bunch of hollers and whistles. They then all turned to Wooyoung, expecting him to say something. Being one of the few people in their friend group, in a relationship, they expected him to tell them everything. Wooyoung just shrugged and muttered a quick “huh”
“Dude, did you do anything sneaky with your girl... Did you ask her to send you pics?” One of them finally spoke up.
“Oh... no, but I do have one of my hoodies I lent her recently. It smells just like her, and it reminds me of a garden of roses. I just love her so much and I miss her like crazy. It’s alright though, because I have the hoodie, and just smelling it reminds me of her heavenly scent.” He hummed at the end. All of his friends were quiet for a moment and then laughed and hollered.
“OUR LITTLE WOOYOUNG IS IN LOOOVEEE, HE’S FINALLY FOUND THE ONEEE” He heard them yell. They would never let this down.
When they all got back, you went to greet them. Only for them all to engulf you in a hug. Wooyoung shoved all of them out of the way, and buried himself in your embrace. You kissed Wooyoung’s chest and then looked at the others a little confused.
“Hey, guys? What’s going on?” You asked, quite confused. One of his friends quickly responded saying
“We just wanted to know if you smelled as good as he describe your smell”. You felt a little weirded out. But then they all laughed at your reaction.
“Don’t worry Y/n, Wooyoung would have yeeted us to another planet, before we would have even gotten the opportunity to...” You looked back up at Wooyoung only for him to pull you back into a hug.
“Where’s the lie in that? You smell like heaven.” He said, nipping your neck.
Jongho:
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It was a normal evening for you and Jongho, and you were both cuddled up on the couch simply talking and just enjoying your time together. To be honest, Jongho, to an extent was aware of how crazy his scent made you, you felt relief and comfort, and he was aware of that. As for you, you could never get enough of it. Even despite dating for over 3 years, you still always felt the same emotions and feelings when his familiar, musky yet comforting scent greeted you. In simply words, you would describe his natural scent as musky, a little smoky (not because of actual smoke duh), and irresistible. At the moment, your chin was on his chest, as you plopped yourself on top of him, and simply slept on him, chest to chest. 
“Y/N!” He grunted
“Hmm” you whined shifting your face to his neck subtly. Despite trying to be subtle, and he realised what you were doing and he simply laughed. 
“Am I that irresistible?” He snickered. You simply whined and intertwined you hands in his hair. 
“Hmmm, I love you so much” You said, your nose to his neck, he lifted his arm up to hold your waist in place and you took that as a sign to get closer, if that were even possible.
“Babe, what are you doingg” He whined like a child
“Jongho-yahh, not my fault my boyfriend smells like literal heaven, I just can’t stop, you just, it’s just,” you stuttered “so enchanting” you finished sighing. He just laughed and kissed you head. 
“Well, I’m glad to have a girlfriend who cherishes me so much” he giggled. You lightly shoved him.
“Ugh... now is when you say something like, oooh Y/N your scent is so irresistible too” you whined feeling a little annoyed. The rest of the night went on teasing each other and cuddling, with you taking every chance you got, to get closer and take in that heavenly smell.
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mistletoe? oh no! - im jaebeom
⇢ prompt Why do we kiss under a mistletoe when it’s a parasitic plant that steals nutrients from its host tree? ⇢ pairing jaebeom x female reader ⇢ word count 6.9k ⇢ genre fluff ⇢ warnings swearing. alcohol. suggestive make out at the end :D ⇢ summary Six months ago, you drunkenly kissed Im Jaebeom on a beach trip with your friends. Afterward, the awkward tension kept the two of you from ever having the ‘What are we?’ talk and eventually, too much time had passed for anything to ever happen. Luckily, Pollyanna and a stupidly placed mistletoe have brought your feelings to the boiling point.—friends to lovers!au ⇢ a/n happy new year’s my loves! as one last hurrah for 2019 & as part of @kwritersworld‘s holiday writing event, here is yet another idiots to lovers, christmas/nye au! here’s to a lovely new year, & new decade. i hope you all have a blessed, joyous, & prosperous year. i love you! ♥︎
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You once thought that you were an introvert.
You know— someone deemed shy, with a preference to keep to themselves rather than going out of their way to interact with others. Introvert. Opposite of extrovert.
It wasn’t until you were a senior in high school did you learn new definitions for these personality categories. An introvert—according to your philosophy teacher and a TED Talk speaker shown on the projector during class—is someone who, simply put, thinks of how they feel before speaking. Extroverts, on the other hand, only identify their true feelings on a topic after they have begun discussing it.
The lesson stuck with you. Albeit your perpetual reservation from others, you were always one to argue. Smart, excellent report card over the years— but found yourself blurting your opinion out at the first chance before fully thinking it through. Now, you concluded, I suppose I’m an extrovert if that truly is what it means. This knowledge, for some strange reason, gave you a token for change. If I’m an extrovert, you thought, I must start acting one.
Now, having just been accepted into law school, you think you have hit the nail on the head when it comes to meeting both definitions of an extrovert. Park Jinyoung, on the other hand, has his doubts.
“Are you sure you want to do this? Have you really thought about what this is gonna do to your life?” Despite the genuine concern laced in his tone, Jinyoung’s words make you wince. How he manages to suck the life out of a celebratory night out for drinks truly is beyond you.
“Yes, Jinyoung,” you groan, taking a desperate sip of your coquito like it’s really going to help against his insufferableness, “I’ve only been working for this for a few years, let me change my mind now.”
“You didn’t answer the question,” he counters, leaning in close enough for you to taste his Jo Malone fragrance on your tongue. You raise a skeptical brow at him. “Have you thought about what becoming a lawyer is going to make of your life?” His words are clipped and emphasized like he is speaking to a child, trying desperately to get his point across.
“I appreciate you looking out for me and my future, Jinyoung,” you sigh, reclining back in your bar stool because sitting that close to Jinyoung for that long makes your head dizzy, “but I promise you, I have thought about this. I know I have a lot of hard work ahead of me, but it’s what I want to do. I promise.”
Jinyoung huffs, defeated, before tipping his wine glass back and chugging what is left like some sort of animal. Very not Jinyoung-like. “Well, then I guess there’s no reason to not celebrate with you,” he grins. Then, not even a beat later, “When are you gonna make time to marry Jaebeom and have a bunch of sexy little babies?”
“Aw, for crying out loud!” You howl, slapping a hand to your forehead before turning to him with a pointed glare and a pointed finger. “Okay, first of all, the fact that you used sexy and babies in the same sentence concerns me. And second, stop saying me and Jaebeom are going to get married! He doesn’t even look at me, how do you equate marriage out of that?”
“You mean, you don’t look at him. You guys had a great time when we went to the beach not even six months ago, saw each other half naked, shared a drunken kiss before bed, and then dropped all communication! What the hell is up with that?” Jinyoung has a habit of lecturing you like it’s his full-time job and it drives you absolutely insane because he’s always right.
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you mumble, bringing your glass to your lips and taking a lengthy sip just to buy some time. “Come on, ___. My boy is out here drowning in unrequited love while you’re just all ‘Teehee! I’m a lawyer! Don’t talk to me when I’m doing lawyer tings!’ Cut the bullshit and let him take you on a date and blow your back out for Christ’s sake!”
You are physically unable to suppress your laughter, hand flying to cover your mouth and head thrown back at his comical outburst. He’s lucky you love him or else he would seriously regret that outrageously inaccurate imitation of your voice. He’s lucky you are tipsy enough to lose yourself in laughter and he’s especially lucky that he is correct, once again.
“Jinyoung,” you wheeze, letting out one more breathless giggle before flipping on the serious mode switch, “I would love to not only go out on a date with Jaebeom, but to date him. But things got awkward and so much time as passed that suddenly starting things up again would be weird. Don’t you think?”
“No!” Jinyoung yells. Half the people at the bar jump at the noise and turn to glare. You do just the same before shooting an older gentleman beside Jinyoung an apologetic look. “I just don’t think you’re drinking enough.”
“Yes,” then, a pause to ask the bartender for the check now that Jinyoung’s lectures are starting to put a downer on you, “that’s exactly it. I’m afraid to get drunk off my ass when Jaebeom’s around because I’ll do something stupid and either scare him off or bring him home and both are terrible options!”
“You’re no fun,” Jinyoung scoffs, “my two best friends, both pining after one another, but pulling the sixteen-year-old card and not talking to each other. Great! Just great.”
You laugh, hopping down from your seat and patting his knee once you have slipped on your coat. “Buy a mistletoe for the Christmas party and maybe something can be arranged.”
Jinyoung doesn’t find it funny.
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For the past six years, it has been tradition for you and your friends to have a belated Christmas slash New Year’s party where Pollyanna gifts are exchanged and an excessive amount of alcohol is consumed because, well, your friends are fun. For the past three, however, you have been holding said party at Youngjae’s house, because he is the only one who has a house and houses are infinitely better for parties than apartments. Plus, Youngjae is a gracious man who welcomes the company year after year. Can’t understand why he wants nine psychopaths in his lovely little abode, but that’s not your problem.
What is your problem is the fact that there actually is a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling fan in the kitchen. You’re going to kill Jinyoung.
You once thought Choi Youngjae was the coolest person to bless the planet. Now, you’re not so sure.
It’s the first thing your eye goes to upon entering Youngjae’s outrageously beautiful row home. Usually, you need a solid ten minutes to accept the fact that you will never become a model and have as many zeroes at the end of your savings as Youngjae, spending way too much time swooning over his grey vinyl wood floors and brick fireplace and white marble countertops. This time, however, while Jinyoung and Yugyeom do the whole bro hug greeting after wiping the snow from their shoes, you stand pressed up awkwardly against the front door, crockpot of buffalo chicken dip in hand, glaring at the stupid thing from two rooms over. Before you can turn an accusing finger to Jinyoung, Youngjae has turned to welcome you.
“You made it!” He cheers, flashing that thousand-watt smile of his and easing some of the tension that has begun to build up in your nerves like plaque. “Somehow, someway,” you return, relaxing into his embrace when he curves around the precious chicken dip to offer a half hug. “You need a drink,” Youngjae decides after having evaluated the lack of excitement in your response. Following after Jinyoung and Yugyeom, he leads you into the kitchen with a lively bounce to his step. “Bambam just finished making hot toddies, or you could be the first to take from our jell-o shot Christmas tree.”
He gestures to said “tree” on his dining table, a neatly stacked pile of green, red, and blue jell-o shots and you feel awfully terrible at having to ruin its perfected assembly. “It’s beautiful,” you muse, setting the crockpot on the counter and plugging its cord into an outlet, “it would be my honor to have the first one.”
“___!” Hollers Jackson as he slides open the door from the back patio and enters the kitchen, Maggie filing in after him. He must have joined her for a smoke outside. He proceeds to do a little dance shimmy as he makes his way over to you. “Jackson, my love,” you grin, squeezing him into a tight hug after he slaps a messy kiss to your cheek. “How are you, Miss I-Got-Accepted-Into-Law-School?”
That is going to be the topic of discussion for the night, it seems, and the heat of an embarrassed blush works its way up your neck at the realization. “I’m good. Really good, actually,” you say, directing your attention to Maggie who slips around Jackson to tuck into your side, “definitely not as stressed as I was. The holidays are a nice break from everything.”
“We’re all so proud of you,” Maggie hums, leaning her head on your shoulder.
“Seriously, congratulations, again. You deserve it,” Jackson praises, reaching to squeeze your cheek. You swat his hand away in fear he will mess up the foundation you spent way too much time applying.
“Thank you, guys. I’m glad someone is happy for me,” you grumble, directing a cold glare to Jinyoung who, somehow, has already managed to fire Yugyeom up.
“What?” Bambam interjects, jumping into the conversation now that he has made his way into the room. “Didn’t you guys go out when you got accepted?”
“Yeah,” you sigh, smiling to the very expensive looking boy, “but he’s more worried than excited. Thinks I’m not considering how becoming a lawyer is going to affect my future, the stress of it, having a family, but…”
Maggie scoffs. “God, he sounds like your dad.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Ugh! Everyone, shoo! Why are we all in the kitchen? Go sit in the living room,” Youngjae hisses, grabbing Bambam by the shoulders and shoving him out of the room. Bambam makes a sound of protest, gesturing dramatically to all the food and the pot of hot toddy still on the stove.
“You can come back when there isn’t an entire crowd in here,” Youngjae counters, slapping a handful of jell-o shots into his hands, “I made Yugyeom promise to not eat all of ___’s dip, you don’t need to worry.” Bambam grumbles in response, stumbling after the others and you follow suit with a laugh.
Pausing just before the living room, Bambam stops to pass everyone a shot. “Here’s to Christmas and getting Jaebeom and ___ to kiss under the mistletoe.”
“Stop!” You whine, just as the rest ‘clink’ their cups and shout, “Cheers!” Nevertheless, down the hatch the jell-o goes and you glare at them all once they are done.
“Oh, speak of the Devil,” Yugyeom snickers just as you have ran ahead to crash down on the sofa, stretching your legs out across the chaise. Rolling over off your stomach, you turn to watch Mark, Jaebeom, and Shelby arrive, one too many gift bags and bottles of wine in hand. “Oh,” Maggie whispers from beside you, elbow nudging into your side, “look at your man.”
Funny thing is, you already are. To give you the benefit of the doubt— you were already watching the trio stumble into the room anyway, but it just so happened you stopped at Jaebeom. Before things between you got complicated, when you were just friends, he always had a way of stealing the oxygen from your lungs. Now is no different.
Dressed in black slacks, a white tee tucked in and a baby blue blazer to top it all off, Jaebeom looks nothing short of marvelous. He’s been growing his hair out, too, the black waves curling down to brush his cheekbones, screaming to be combed through with your fingers. And oh Christ, you can’t even begin to talk about the nose piercing. In the midst of your swooning, Jaebeom looks up after having deemed his sneakers clean enough to walk through Youngjae’s home, scanning the room before conveniently landing on you. The blush on both of your faces is instantaneous, hardly a second of maintaining eye contact before the embarrassment burns too hot and you turn away. Still, you can’t fight your smile.
Neither can he.
“Now the party’s started!” Mark hoots, swinging two bottles in the air like he’s asking for disaster. “Hurry and put everything down so we can play something,” Yugyeom whines from his seat across the room, pushing Jaebeom’s butt to move faster. “Patience is a virtue, Yugyeom,” Jinyoung comments, throwing a Hershey Kiss wrapper at him.
“Absolute children,” Maggie mutters. You hum in agreement.
“Do you wanna play the alphabet game?” Bambam proposes, earning a groan from Jackson. He hates the game, despite how often you all play it, claiming it takes too much brain power for a party.
“Yes! I’m down,” Shelby shouts anyway, having returned in time to hear Bambam’s question. To Jackson’s misery, you all agree as well.
“Youngjae!” Bambam shouts, waiting for him to yell back. “Grab the peppermint vodka when you come in! We’re playing the alphabet game!”
The way you all play most likely has deviated from the original rules of the game, but it works and it’s fun. Sitting in a circle, you go through the alphabet, naming something in a certain category that begins with whatever letter you’re on. For example, if you were doing fruits and were on the letter W, you could say watermelon. But, the person to your right is counting to ten, and once that time is up, you have to take a shot and the letter moves on to the next person until someone gets a word. Sounds easy, until you’re three shots in and not even halfway through the alphabet.
With Shelby collapsing down between Yugyeom and Jackson on the love seat, Youngjae on the armchair by the fireplace, and Mark on the bean bag brought down from upstairs, you realize with a rising sense of panic that the only possible seating for Jaebeom is by—
“Hey,” he says, tapping your outstretched legs, “can I sit here? You can keep your legs stretched. I don’t mind.”
“Oh, sure, sure!” You squeak, jerking to sit up and to pull your legs to your chest. However, just as he sits, he grabs your ankles to tug them back. Hesitantly, and with an appreciative smile sent his way, you hesitantly lay your legs over his lap, his arms comfortably rested over them. Oh, fuck.
Swallowing hard and trying to ignore the way your heart flutters in her chest, you turn back to your friends where the game is just starting.
“Okay, I’ll start since I’m in the middle,” Mark announces, readjusting himself in the bean bag to sit closer to the coffee table, “Yugyeom, you count. Actually, you don’t need to, I already have my word. A, as in artificial tree.”
“One word, idiot,” Youngjae scoffs, smacking the back of Mark’s head, “take a shot. Yugyeom, you go.”
The younger boy pales, panicking when Mark does as he is told. Then, he blurts, “A as in angel!”
“B as in bells!” Shelby shouts.
“C as in… Christmas,” Jackson says with a wink.
“D as in December,” Jinyoung hums nonchalantly.
“E as in eggnog!” Bambam cheers.
“F as in…” Maggie pales, trailing off. In your head, you start to count, while simultaneously trying to think of a holiday word that starts with F. “Festive!” She shouts suddenly. “Oh, shit, um… G as in… gingerbread?” You huff, relieved.
“H as in holiday,” Jaebeom says with a soft smile. All eyes are on Youngjae as he stares hopelessly at the ceiling. “I, as in…”
In your head, you count alongside Mark. “What the fuck starts with I?” Youngjae hisses, slapping his knees anxiously. The silence is deafening until Mark shouts with a sadistic grin, “TEN!” Youngjae hangs his head low before reaching for the bottle. Ironic, because Mark can’t think of a word, and neither can Yugyeom, Shelby, or Jackson. Jinyoung grins at their expense until it’s his turn. “Icicle,” he says without a beat.
“That’s not Christmas-y!” Yugyeom whines, hands thrown up dramatically. “Can you think of anything better, stupid?” Jinyoung fires back, evidently shutting him up. Poor Yugyeom, he can never win.
“J as in Jesus,” Bambam says with a laugh.
“K? Bruh, you gotta be joking,” Maggie sighs, throwing her head back against the sofa, trying to concentrate. “Ten,” you sigh sadly even though you counted to fifteen, patting her knee and Youngjae passes her the bottle. “Um, K as in…” Christ, you can’t think of anything either. Kris Kringle? No, two words, fuck.
“Ten!” Jaebeom chuckles, squeezing your calf and you quickly take a swig with a wince. The round goes all the way to Shelby, who happily yells, “Kings!”
The game drags on, keeping you all at the edge of your seats by the time U and V come around. When it comes to W, everyone has had one too many shots to be able to think quickly enough to come up with wreath. Except for Jinyoung, of course. You give up on Z, deciding there is no such word and you all let out a relieved breath at the game’s conclusion. “Does this mean we can eat now?” Jackson mumbles, far too gone for a party that has only started hardly an hour ago.
“Yes! I’m ravenous,” Bambam groans, helping his friend stand. Together, they’re the first to make way into the kitchen and you’re surprised Youngjae doesn’t chase after them to make sure they don’t knock anything over.
“Well,” Jaebeom yawns and you are suddenly mortified to realize that your legs are still casually stretched out over his lap. “That was fun.” Swinging your legs away and moving to sit up, you nod in agreement. “Very fun. Love watching you and Jinyoung outsmart us every time.”
“Hey,” he frowns, elbowing your arm now that you’re sitting upright beside him, “nobody could think of tree for T, but you did, so shush.” You turn to give him an unamused look. “That’s because Jinyoung was overthinking, and Maggie and Bam drank too much,” you laugh, standing with a stretch. Jaebeom raises an eyebrow. “What?” You ask, unsure of what that look means.
“Why does your snowman have a cape? Oh—” he starts, lifting the fabric attached to the winking snowman on your ugly sweater to find a carrot penis below the three buttons. Jaebeom breaks out into laughter, face scrunched up and head thrown back and it consequently makes you laugh, too. Well, if there was any person that was going to ask first, you’re glad it was him. “Was not expecting that,” he chuckles, wiping the tears that have accumulated at his eyes before rising to stand and oh, suddenly you feel so small with him standing so close to you like that. God, he’s beautiful, you admire. Without thinking, you brush away a tuft of hair that has fallen over his eye, just to see your favorite pair of moles. It isn’t until rosiness blooms across his cheekbones do you realize what you just did.
“Sorry,” you rush breathlessly, taking a step back and turning to make sure nobody saw that. Luckily, only Shelby and Yugyeom remain, too busy cozying up to one another to notice. “___!” Maggie shouts from the kitchen like some godsent angel whose purpose is to save you from awkward moments. “You have to come see this!”
You shoot Jaebeom an awkward smile before swinging around him and making a beeline for the kitchen. Idiot, you scold yourself before taking a deep breath and bringing a smile to your face. “What?” You hum, leaning your head on Maggie’s shoulder. All it is is a SnapChat story of someone you went to university with, a picture of an engagement ring, but you are beyond grateful she called you in. After she stops to take a selfie with you, you navigate around your friends to start a pile of food on your plate, everything from dim sum (thanks, Jackson), grilled pork belly, kimbap, bulgogi sandwiches, spaghetti (thanks, Jackson, part two), and, of course, tortilla chips with your buffalo chicken dip. Big plate for big brain.
Despite the crowdedness, thankfully you are able to avoid standing anywhere close to the mistletoe once Jaebeom enters the room only a few moments later. Finally making your way to the dining table, you let out a sigh of relief now that you don’t have to worry about anything looming above. Of course, your friends have a different idea.
“___,” Maggie purrs just as you have set your plate down, gazing at you expectantly and fluttering her lashes.
“What do you want?”
“Could you get a water for me? There’s bottles in the fridge. Pleeeaaase?” She sings. You wave her off, having already turned around. Can’t be mad at her, honestly; you forgot to grab something for yourself to drink, anyway. Pulling two bottles off the shelves and nudging the refrigerator door closed, you’re just trying to grab a potato chip from the bowl on the counter when Mark rounds the corner and trips over his own feet, coincidentally falling towards you but when you step back to avoid the red wine sloshing in his glass, Jinyoung has suddenly appeared behind you and you stumble over his foot.
It’s a good plan, you think, expecting Jaebeom to catch you like some fucking knight of shining armor and steady you just below the mistletoe, but unfortunately for them, you’re quick to reach for the counter and Jaebeom has literally just turned around in his search for silverware. Regaining your balance against the cabinets, you do not miss the group’s combined groan of disappointment and can’t help but triumphantly grin. “You okay, Mark?” You ask, spinning around and suppressing a laugh at the ‘please don’t kill me’ look in the older boy’s eyes. “Yep,” he coughs, stepping to the side as you brush past.
Dinner is tense, to say the least. Maybe it’s just you. You’re annoyed, beyond so, at your friends’ lack of maturity. Relatively speaking, yes, they are trying to help push you and Jaebeom in the right direction, but their ways of operation lack any beneficial qualities. This is your problem, and you have to deal with it yourself.
You stay quiet, for the most part, occupying your thoughts simply on eating and the approaching excitement of Pollyanna. When you all picked out of a hat a little over a month ago, you initially panicked at Bambam’s name looking back at you on the folded piece of paper. As it turned out, buying gifts for him ended up working out; first, you found matching sweaters for him and his cats, then a travel set for his Bleu de Chanel cologne, a mermaid blanket he had found an Instagram ad for and wouldn’t shut up about, and finally a gift card to his favorite Thai restaurant. What’s more exciting is finding out who has your gifts. Plus, everyone did incredibly well keeping quiet this year, managing to make it all the way without slipping who had who.
Unfortunately, your irritable emotions aren’t done for the night. After finishing your much needed, sobering meal, your goblin friends are prepared to have you and Jaebeom beneath that mistletoe if it’s the last thing they will ever do. Trying to clean up before everyone really gets trashed is an absolute nightmare, everyone taking part in the scheme of leaving just the two of you in the room, nudging him your way, asking you to help Jaebeom do this, help Jaebeom do that. It only gets worse once he realizes what they’re trying to do, curving around you like you have the plague and each time you make eye contact, you contemplate fleeing to the bathroom just to scream.
After what feels like ages spent in the stifling kitchen, you migrate back to the living room to finally, finally open gifts. Good riddance, mistletoe. At everyone’s look of general disappointment, you let out your umpteenth relieved sigh of the night and collapse back into your precious spot at the sofa. You know you’re getting old when you have only been out for two and a half hours and you’re already exhausted.
To make matters worse—or better, you can’t really tell at this point—Jaebeom also sits back down beside you. You can tell he’s anxious; he’s gone back and forth between picking at his nails and a scab on his jaw for a while now and you almost want to say something until you remember how deliberately he dodged you in the kitchen. Maybe, just maybe, a part of you had hoped he would have taken the opportunity and kissed you himself. Why would things ever be so simple?
“Alrighty, friends,” settling into his chair, Youngjae beams. “Let’s get this party started. We’ll go in the same circle as before.”
In turn, Mark flashes that boyish smile of his and leans across the table to pass a bag and small box to Jinyoung. “Ooh,” the younger boy hums excitedly, “thanks, Mark.” Next, Yugyeom hands Jackson a bag, Shelby slides a big box to Youngjae, and, breaking into a fit of laughter, Jackson ends up giving a bag right back to Yugyeom. Jinyoung passes Maggie her gift, and when Bambam rises to hand Jaebeom a hefty bag, you can’t help but miss the way he glances sadly to you before smiling gratefully at his friend and engulfing him into a hug. Suddenly, it dawns on you that there are only three other people left, and watch with an impending sense of dread as Maggie walks across the room to give Shelby her gift. Two left.
Grinning excitedly, you lean over to pass Bambam his gift bag, earning a smile in return bright enough to put the Sun out of business. Now, the moment you all have been waiting for.
Sucking in a deep breath, you turn to Jaebeom, sending all prayers to God that he will rise to hand Mark the bag in his hands.
The universe laughs.
“Ugh,” Jaebeom groans, grinning like a Cheshire cat, “you’re so far.” He places the gift bag, which, is surprisingly heavier than expected, on your lap. “Thanks, Jae,” you manage, smiling fondly at him. Behind him, Youngjae drops a box by Mark’s feet, but by now everything around you has faded into the background, leaving only you and Jaebeom floating in the midst of it all. Even though he has turned away, you can’t stop staring at him. Why’d it have to be him? What are the chances? God, something tells you you’re going to fall in love by the time the night is over.
It isn’t until the tearing of wrapping paper registers in your mind do you snap out of it, coming back to reality and quickly redirecting your attention to opening your gift.
There’s a lot to unfold here, you think with a racing heart, removing the tissue paper and finding three separate items inside. You go for the small box first. It’s a jewelry box, no doubt, but this doesn’t keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay once you lift the beige lid to reveal a rose gold bracelet, diamonds in the pattern of a constellation. There’s a small card attached to the lid, too, and flipping that over you read that it is the constellation for your zodiac sign. “Jae,” you whimper, lips curling into a pout and he laughs at your touched expression. “This is beautiful.”
“Shh! Open everything first,” he hushes, waving you off and returning to his own gift.
Sucking in a deep breath, you do as you’re told and reach for the much larger box. Tearing open the wrapping paper and lifting the lid, you find a glass dome atop a wooden base, and inside is a beautiful red and gold rose with little fairy lights surrounding it. A Beauty and the Beast replicate, without a doubt, and it is so stunning you wish you could lift the glass and feel the fake rose for yourself. A man of taste, without a doubt.
Last but not least, you grab the envelope and excitedly tear it open, because envelopes mean one of three things: 1) a card 2) tickets 3) money, all unlikely options when it comes to Pollyanna.
Well, maybe not, because inside are two passes for the art museum up in the city. “Dude,” you kick Jaebeom’s ankle and stammer out, “how did you? When did you?”
He laughs. “You mentioned wanting to go a few months ago, and I didn’t think you ever got a chance. You haven’t, right?” He sounds worried. “No, I never got to go,” swallowing past the desert dryness of your throat, “thank you, Jaebeom. Everything is so beautiful.”
“Of course, ___,” he smiles, reaching for your hand and even though it’s only a gentle squeeze he gives you, it has your heart doing somersaults. “Anything for you.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. You are going through some serious torture here and still won’t make a move!
Everyone is extraordinarily jovial after opening gifts. With Christmas music filling the room with cheer and one too many drinks being mixed, holiday charades and pin the nose on Rudolph are played with high spirits and excessive competitiveness. The night is fun, without a doubt, and you try to ignore the way your friends are still trying to get you and Jaebeom under the mistletoe no matter how annoying it may be. Why can’t they do it to Yugyeom and Shelby? Sure, everyone knows they fuck but neither of them have the balls to officially ask the other out, so why are you the one targeted? Jaebeom didn’t ask for this, either.
“Fuck!” Youngjae groans when Maggie makes her shot into their cup for jingle bell beer pong. Since freshman year, you and Maggie have fought back and forth for the champion's title against Youngjae and Jackson. With this being the second win against them for the night, you get to wear the label proud until next time. “Oh, yeah, baby!” She shouts, doing a funky celebratory dance before jumping to give you a hug.
“I’m a disgrace to the Chinese community,” Jackson cries—literally—before squatting to bury his face in his knees.
“HA!” You laugh mercilessly, jumping along with Maggie in triumph. “You guys are so mean,” Mark chuckles, walking away from their own losers’ championship to see what all the commotion is about. “Just to Youngjae and Jackson,” Maggie defends, gesturing to the pair having a drunken meltdown together. You hum in agreement.
“Yugyeom and Jaebeom are playing Jinyoung and Bambam. It’s pretty intense,” Mark explains, blatantly sarcastic when you glance curiously to the other table. “They’re all so drunk, they’re literally just throwing bells at each other.” He holds up one such bell that must have strayed away from the game. You laugh, hugging your jacket closer and watching Yugyeom begin to twerk when he finally makes a shot.
“My God,” Maggie snickers, shielding her eyes and turning away from the scene to comfort the still depressed Jackson.
“So,” Mark starts, “you and Jaebeom, huh?”
You groan. “Me and Jaebeom, what?”
“I mean, those gifts he gave you were pretty cute. What’s it gonna take for you to ask him to go to the museum with you, hm?” He purrs with a rise of his dark brows. Shit, he does have a point. Why else would Jaebeom give you two passes? To bring one of your other, definitely less artsy friends to go with you?”
Mark simpers at your speechless self, knowing he’s trumped you.
Sucking in a deep breath, you hold the cold air in long enough to gather your scrambling thoughts before releasing a heavy exhale with absolutely no change to how you feel. “I’ll try,” you grumble, “why can’t he make the first move?”
Mark lets out a dry laugh. “___, are you serious?”
“Huh? What—”
“He’s been making the first move for months,” he interrupts, shaking his head at your textbook definition denseness, “you’ve just been curving him the entire time. I know you’ve been busy with law school stuff the past few months, but come on, now. You have to grab him before someone else does.”
If it weren’t for the chill of the air keeping your cheeks and the tip of your nose cold and ruddy, you know the color would have drained from your face. Embarrassed and in desperate need for some space, you quickly turn away to look in the direction of the house, where Coco scratches at the backdoor.
“I, um, I’ll be right back,” you say, voice small. Heart hammering in your chest as you jog up the steps and across the small deck, it isn’t until you have slid open the door to let Coco out and closed it behind you do you let out a shaky sigh. “Jesus Christ,” you hiss, shaking off your jacket and slinging it over a chair before moving to cower in the corner. Reaching for what little tortilla chips are left, you anxiously take the lid off your chicken dip and begin shoveling mouthfuls into your mouth. Is it true? Have you really been the one dodging Jaebeom all this time? Sure, everyone always says it, especially Jinyoung, but it has seemed like Jaebeom has been curving you, too.
Maybe he has just been giving up.
This makes your head hurt, you think, bending down to rest your forehead against the counter. The fucking gifts, man. Mark is right—the bracelet, the rose lamp, the museum tickets. How did he remember that small detail you mentioned… when did you even mention it? You can’t remember, yet he did! Jesus, all this time you’ve wasted being an absolute clown over this. You’ll have to do something about it. Tonight, you decide, looking to the clock above the stove. 11:12 PM. Forty-eight minutes until New Year’s. You’ll kiss him, and that’s when you will—
“Ahem.” Behind you, someone clears their throat and it quite literally feels as if you have jumped out of your skin. “Jesus Christ!” You jump, spinning around with a heart thumping in your chest. Your heartbeat only mildly slows once you realize it’s only Jaebeom. OnlyJaebeom, yeah. “I didn’t even hear you come in.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, chuckling awkwardly. “Did I interrupt something?”
You wince, beyond humiliated he caught you mid-pep talk slash breakdown. “No, no. You’re fine, I was just, um…”
“Catching a breath?” He finishes when you trail off. Maybe he’s not so drunk, after all.
“Yeah,” you whisper, looking to your feet.
After a long moment of silence, Jaebeom clears his throat. “Listen, ___, I… I’ve been meaning to talk to you, and—”
“Wait!” You interrupt before your brain has even caught up. His eyes widen in surprise at your sudden excitement. “I need to tell you something, first.”
“Ohhh ‘kay,” he laughs nervously, stepping closer to lean against the counter beside you and his proximity suddenly makes it very hard to breathe, let alone figure out what you want to say.
“I don’t know where to start. Okay, um, first, I guess. The gifts you gave me? Amazing. Probably one of the best I’ve ever gotten. So thank you, really,” you start, rushed and out of breath. Jaebeom hums, lips tilting into an amused smirk. You don’t miss how he leans just barely closer. “Second. Mark was just talking to me, and he said something that just… fucked me up. Apparently, I’m good at school but not at catching when someone actually, truly likes me.”
At this, Jaebeom’s curiosity has peaked and his heartbeat starts to mirror your own. “I don’t know how this happened. I know we kissed over the summer, and you have been my friend for years but all of a sudden, I realized that I like you. You’re like, one of my favorite people in the world. But then things got crazy busy and I told myself I needed to concentrate, but for fuck’s sake, I’m still head over heels for you after all this time. And Mark said that if I don’t stop curving you, soon you are going to find someone else and, Jesus, I don’t think I can live with myself if I let you slip by.”
Somewhere in the middle of your ramble, Jaebeom has pressed himself to you and curled a finger through a belt loop in your jeans to keep you there against him. Even up close, he is so unbearably handsome, nose still beet red from the cold, lips cracked and face left unshaven. “So,” he whispers, raising his free hand to cup your face, “are you ready to finally stop running from me?” You offer a tiny nod, nuzzling into his hand before, “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Can you kiss me?” Jaebeom doesn’t waste any time bothering to answer, tipping your chin up to meet his lips. Jaebeom’s kiss is soft, just a drawn-out peck but it’s enough to drop kick your sanity right out the door. “Tastes like buffalo chicken,” he whispers with a smile, just barely pulling back. Just as soon as he has stopped, you are fisting your hands into his jacket and tugging him back, greedily opening his mouth with yours and whimpering against him once he has caught the hint and slackened his jaw to deepen the kiss. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but kissing Jaebeom leaves you breathless, limbs weak kind of drunk on his taste and leaving you desperate for more.
“Jaebeom,” you sigh dreamily, arching into him when he drags a hand down your spine. “Fuck,” he whispers, pushing you further against the cabinets and mindlessly gyrating his hips with yours. Hands brushing past your ass to grip the back of your thighs, he orders, “Jump.” You do as he says, allowing him to help you onto the counter and you distantly pray someone doesn’t walk in on you, especially Youngjae. He’ll murder you if you knock something down.
“Can’t believe you’ve kept me waiting all this time when you kiss like that,” Jaebeom mutters, kissing along the length of your neck and groaning against your skin when your hands brush along the waistband of his pants. “Never met someone who wears an ugly sweater and still manages to be the hottest one in the room.”
Your breath hitches when his hand slips beneath your sweater, fingers brushing just over your bra and leaving fire in their wake. “Impossible,” you huff, wrapping your legs around him to pull him impossibly closer, his involuntary thrusts brushing deliciously against you, “when I say the same thing about you.” Jaebeom chuckles, returning to your mouth and cradling your jaw to meet him. You could do this forever, you think, nails digging into his arms when his hand cards through your hair and he kisses like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
“God, I can’t do this when I’m not sober,” he sighs, leaning his forehead against yours and you can’t help but smile at the soft gesture. “Me too,” you admit, reaching to play with the soft hair at the back of his neck, “we can do this whenever now, though.” Jaebeom chuckles, leaning back to admire you before placing a much softer kiss on your lips. “Does that mean you’ll go out on a date with me?”
“Well, yes, of course,” you grin, sliding off the counter and cupping his face, “I meant what I said. I can’t bear the thought of not giving us a chance.”
“It’s about damn time,” Jaebeom teases, earning a light punch to his arm. “Hey! I’ve been stressed out of my mind. I was blind when it came to seeing you flirt with me.”
“I’m kidding, ___,” he chuckles, “I’m glad it took us until now. It’s a good way to start off the year, knowing I’ll meet my New Year’s Resolution and be able to bone you sooner than later.”
Your eyes widen at his words, warmth instantly blooming its way up your neck when you glance to the growing tent in his slacks and he lets out a triumphant laugh. In the midst of your embarrassed flush, the back-door slides open and none other than Jinyoung starts shouting, “Where the fuck have y’all been? Oh— shit! What happened?”
Then, not a heartbeat later, “Kiss! KIIIISSSSSSS!”
“KISS!” Maggie screams, bouncing behind Jinyoung and it isn’t until you look up do you understand. Of fucking course— the stupid mistletoe.
“Shall we, m’lady?” Jaebeom asks, voice laced with amusement. You quirk a brow at him, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him closer.
“We shall.”
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Not even three hours into the new decade, Jaebeom has already met his New Year’s Resolution.
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[drabble] sugawara kōshi | 4 & 6
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“that sounds like a you problem” & “why is there a summoning circle in the middle of the gym?”
Kōshi had promised his team that he would introduce you to them at some point. They knew your name and a few basics about you but they had never physically met (or seen) you because you attended a different school in the area, but by chance you lived in the same street as him so it all worked out in the end.
Obviously you were nervous to meet the crew because they were Kōshi’s friends and if they’re anything as perfect or nice as him, you’re in for a lovely surprise (harem). It didn’t help that you knew he’d spoken about you because he had mentioned before about his team whining to meet you (especially two second years) which had somehow doubled your worries. What if they imagined you as some sort of supermodel? What if they think you’re rude?!
You just want them to like you.
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“I’m so nervous..” Kōshi’s hand squeezes yours lightly as you blabber on beside him. You can hear the noise of the gym from metres away - reminding you of how many boys there are in there.
“It’s fine! They’re all super excited to meet you..I might’ve boasted about you a couple times” he admits with a pink blush dusting his cheeks. From this angle, the sun hits him in such a way that it looks like a halo behind his head and for some reason you find yourself relaxing at this view.
Kōshi smiles, you strangely remind him of Yamaguchi or Yachi at this moment. You’re nervous but you still face the thing that is making you nervous, he finds it oddly cute, and it’s something that makes him fall a little harder for you. You’ve always been the person to stick within your comfort zone and the fact you’re going outside your comfort zone because you love him..it makes his heart melt.
“I-Is that chanting?” You ask as you peer through the gym doors. Kōshi’s mouth gapes slightly, he hadn’t realised you had walked the whole expanse of the tiny field of grass to get to the gym. His stomach twists as he recognises the two voices. It’s the troublemakers..
He chooses not to answer as he peers in the gym doors to see the chaos inside.
Daichi and Asahi are off to the side observing the chaos, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima are tossing to each other, Kageyama is strangely taking a break and Hinata is talking to Yachi.. so that means..Nishinoya and Tanaka are the ones chanting.
His grip on your hand tightens as he slides the door open to walk in. Your heart speeds up at the sight of the large gym and team of boys inside.
Kōshi mumbles something under his breath as he catches a glimpse of some sort of ritual.
“Why is there a summoning circle in the middle of the gym?” You ask, voice bouncing off of the walls of the gym and catching the attention of all of the pupils inside.
“Oh! You must be (l/n)-san?” Daichi walks foreward to great you with a big smile, one that reaches his ears, a big genuine smile.
“Yes. Please call me (y/n)” Your hands cross in front of you as you complete a polite bow. Formalities next to your name always felt weird when someone who is around your age uses it. An immediate smile stretches across your face as a couple more people had made their way over to greet you.
A younger boy with cute little freckles and what seemed to be a boy around his age with a sour expression had joined the small party. They smile back (although the blonde one seems to half ass it) with curious glints in their eyes.
“Sugawara-kun is this really your girlfriend!?” Freckles asks excitedly as his hands bunch up in front of him. Your heart melts silently as he bounces from each foot. The blonde friend slaps his arm as a warning to dial his excitement down a notch or two.
“Yes, this is my girlfriend..but what are Tanaka and Noya doing right now?” He asks, hand still holding onto yours as he gently trails you towards the two chanting boys who have seemed to block out outside noise. When you get closer you can hear your name faintly and your curiosity peaks at the sound of it.
“(y/n) hot..(y/n) hot..” it’s an odd chant - one that has you flushing red at that. These must be the two second years that are obsessed with girls that he warned you about. You try to interanally prepare yourself for the interaction as Kōshi flicks their foreheads to bring them out of their weird bubble.
The two snap their heads up and it’s almost comical how big their eyes widen once they land on you. They begin screaming in jumping while shouting about how “it worked!” And how they’re “magic”.
“Is this normal?” You ask Kōshi, not even seeing the point of trying to calm the two excitable boys. A young woman with black hair around your age sighs “Unfortunately”.
“Suga, will you help me here?” Daichi asks as he begins to scold the boys for not behaving while you were around. Kōshi sheepishly grins and grabs your hand, begging to pull you away.
“That sounds like a you problem” he continues to slip away mid chaos, waving his goodbyes and ignoring the pleading of his friends. For once he has an excuse to not deal with his ‘kids’.
“That was mean, Kō” you lightly scold, free hand coming up to pinch his cheek. He smiles and looks to the side “If only you understood what I go through everyday”
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Liar: Part 2
One, Three, Four, Five, Six, and End.
Summary: In the midst of a breakdown, Deceit comforts Logan. It is while doing so that Logan decides that if the others can't accept him for him... then he'll just be what Deceit is... another liar.
Word Count: 2230
The trill of the alarm clock cut through the morning air like a finely sharpened knife, and before it could even think to go off a second time a hand hastily shot out and silenced it for good.
Discomfort radiated through Logan’s bones, feeling all too similar to the sensation of having run five miles in less than three hours. His muscles felt like they had tied themselves into knots, as he attempted to stretch out his sore legs along his bed, burying his face even more into Deceit’s leg as he attempted to crack open his eyes. With the sheer exhaustion that both he and his body felt, it was a miracle that he didn’t fall asleep right then and there. It was just thanks to the twinging of discomfort in his joints and muscles that made such a thing impossible for him, even the softness of his own bed made it feel as if he was laying on a bed of concrete.
Under him, Deceit squirmed as well as his fingers reflexively curled into the logical side’s messy hair.
“Good morning,” Logan mumbled into Deceit’s leg, feeling something akin to warmth and giddiness upon knowing that the other side was still here and hadn’t left the moment that he had fallen asleep. Turning his head, Logan for the first time in a long while felt a genuine smile tugging at his lips as he opened his eyes in order to gaze warmly up at the dishonest side, “How did yo-” Just for the warm sunlight beaming in through the window to feel like scorching hot coals pressing into his eye sockets.
Within seconds, a pained noise sounding like something an injured animal and the sound an ordinary human would make escaped from his lips before he even had a chance to stop it. He’d never felt such an awful sensation grating against the inside of his brain, not even when Thomas had gotten drunk and suffered from one of the worst hangovers that he could recall.
This.. whatever this was, was so much worse than anything he’d ever felt in his entire existence.
“Easy does it, easy...” Deceit murmured, his gloved hands hastily pressing over Logan’s eyes in an effort to block out the nearly blinding sunlight coming in through the window of his bedroom, his thumb gingerly stroked the logical side’s temple as sympathy and guilt coursed through him. Out of everything, this had to be the one thing that he had to forget to tell Logan about. He could still recall how unbearably uncomfortable being stuck with one snake eye had made him, and Logan... Logan didn’t even have the mercy of having just one weird eye, he had two now. “Your new eyes aren’t yet adjusted to natural lighting well enough yet, it’ll take a few days. It’s like… like a new pair of glasses.” He explained, as the knot of guilt in his chest slowly eased as soon as Logan’s breathing calmed. “Okay?”
For a moment there was nothing but silence as the ex-logical side’s fingers dug into the side of his leg before eventually going slack. Just silence and the even motion of Logan’s chest rising and falling with each breath that he took. For that moment there was nothing, at least not until Logan’s grasp on Deceit’s leg abruptly loosened as he shifted his grip in an effort to loosely run his fingers over the other side’s hand that was still firmly pressed over his eyes. It was with that moment alone, that Deceit felt himself go slack as he gingerly intertwined his fingers with Logan’s, a warmth burning in his chest, unlike anything he’d ever had the pleasure of feeling before. Remus was one thing when it came to touchy-feely emotions, but right now… here…
He was feeling things that he never thought that he was allowed to.
“Deceit,” Logan swallowed thickly as he adjusted himself against the dishonest side’s chest, “What’s going to happen now? I…” Again he swallowed, as the nervous thoughts of what was going to happen and what had already happened ran amuck in his head. Just how would the others react to seeing him like this? How would he react to their reaction? What would happen to him now that he wasn’t pure Logic anymore? His room had always been in the centermost part of Thomas’ logical thinking, so.. so where was it going to be now? Would he be without a room?
Above all else though, there was a worry that ate at him more than any of the others. There was no way on earth that Patton, Roman, and Virgil were going to accept any of this, there was no way that they wouldn’t blame Deceit for all of this, and… there was no way on earth that they were going to make him feel wrong for choosing this.
A soft but rough sigh escaped Deceit’s lips as he shifted his hand, running his gloved fingers through Logan’s hair now that the logical side knew to keep his eyes shut. “I..” The words twisted on his tongue, and it took a genuine effort to not let lies alone spill forth at the difficult question. “I don’t know,” He finally admitted, “The split between creativity was something completely different than this, you.. you more or less chose to be logical deceit who deals with emotions while I’m purely Thomas’... emotional deceit that has to deal with… the logic so to say. I’m not going to force you to stay with me, and I’m not going to force you to turn away from the others. You can do whatever you want to now that you can see their lies for yourself. I won’t… get in the way, and I’m not going to tell you whether what you’re doing is right or wrong. That’s for you to choose, it always will be.”  
Another squeeze came from Logan, as he clutched Deceit’s hands just the slightest bit tighter.
“Okay.” Came the soft and near-silent response to the dishonest side’s words, a single word and yet it was a word that to both of them meant so very much.
For the longest time, they just laid there, with Logan nestling is face against the softness of Deceit’s caplet feeling like aloe against a rough sunburn in compared to how everything else felt against his new scales. He would have been content to stay there, neither of them moving a single inch until their bodies demanded it, and just the two of them relaxing in a calm quiet atmosphere that almost and very nearly made them both nod off again with how relaxing it was to just relax with one another. The constant feeling of Deceit’s fingers running through his hair, coupled with the hand that consistently ran up and down his back felt… blissful. There was really no other word for it, as his consciousness faded in and out of sleep with each gentle movement of Deceit’s hand.  
Unfortunately, their time together wasn’t to last.
Not as the sound of what could only be described as a thousand voices pounding at the inside of his skull, crashed against his mind in a flurry of wave after wave. Within an instant, his hands that had been laying against Deceit’s chest bunched up and clawed at the dishonest side’s chest, as a pained cry left his lips. They really weren’t going to let him have a single second, were they? The voices scream and bellowed his name, howling it with the force of a hurricane crashing against the land. The nausea from such an assault hit him like a gale-force wind, and it was an honest struggle to not throw up all over Deceit.
“Is it the light?! Here, this will help!” The dishonest side in question worriedly asked, gripping is caplet tight as he moved to cover Logan’s face with it, in an effort to shield his new eyes from the burning prickling light of the day.
Just to stop dead, as Logan scrunched up his face shaking his head into Deceit’s shoulder as pained tears pricked at his eyes. His hand remained frozen though, still holding the black fabric of his caplet up just in case Logan should have need of it. He watched the other thickly swallow his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion, as if he was fighting back the urge to throw up. His grip on Deceit’s shirt hadn’t lessened in the slightest as he burrowed his head even more into him, before abruptly pulling away his eyes still shut just as tightly as they had been before.
“They.. they’re trying to summon me.” Logan hoarsely answered, just the sheer force of them trying to do it when he didn’t want to show up, told him exactly what Virgil had felt when they had tried to make him rise up after he had ducked out. Nevertheless, a sharp biting laugh fell from his lips, as he blindly took off his glasses summoning something else in their place. “They’re not very good at doing it when I’d rather stay here with you.”
Opening his eyes for the first time, Logan was graced with seeing the flush that descended the human side of Deceit’s face through the sunglasses he had slid on. It was a beautiful sight he had to admit, no matter how he tried to hide it by scrunching his face down into the collar of his button-up shirt. Logan could see it all, and just the sight of it made something warm throb in his heart. He wanted nothing more than to lean in and cover every one of those scales with a kiss that would wipe away Deceit’s concern about being loveable by the others’ standards. He wanted to cup and cradle his face, and he wanted to feel the warmth of the blush on his fingers. He wanted to brush his fingers over the apple of Deceit’s cheek, so that he couldn’t even think about hiding his blush from him.
He knew what he wanted to do.
The dishonest side cleared his throat, dragged his gaze away from Logan. “So... “ He began, acting as if the scarlet red flush on his non-scaled side was non-existent. “What are you going to do then?”
Nevertheless, what he wanted would have to wait.
“I,” Logan wrinkled his nose a little, and in that very second Deceit wanted to touch the wrinkles that such an action made on the other side’s face. He would have called it cute, except for the slight quirk of Logan’s lips. “Need a bit of a change, I can’t exactly show up after who knows how long looking like this.” In one gesture Logan motioned to himself, and at that moment Deceit felt something akin to disappointment crackling under his skin.
Did… did Logan mean the scales? He understood that they weren’t exactly desirable to many of the other sides but in the very least he would have thought that Logan would want to keep them instead of pretending like they never existed in the first place. Then again… he was deceit now too, whatever he did with that title was his to choose from. He had even said that he wouldn’t argue with whatever Logan decided to do now that he had changed himself.
So he could only watch as Logan slid off of the bed, and with a click of his fingers he-
Changed his clothes.
The smooth leather of the jacket felt like silk on his scales and with his glasses no longer perched on his face, the sunglasses that protected his new eyes from the head-splitting migraines was a familiar weight while being completely different all at the same time. Even the ripped pants and worn leather of the boots felt all too different, and comforting to him in his new form. For half a second he was tempted to toss his tie away, to rip it from around his neck and toss into the depths of his closet so that he could never find it again. But after a careful amount of consideration, he merely settled on leaving it hanging around his neck, untied and fluttering at the slightest movement that he made. Looking in the mirror he couldn’t help but to grin at himself, his fangs glinting in the light of his bedroom.
He looked like a completely different person entirely, with his tie being the only link to who he had once been in the past. And the jury was still out on whether he’d even keep it or not, all things considered… he wasn’t really that serious anymore.
“Well,” He began, turning so that Deceit could see every inch of him and his new outfit. “How do I look?”
Gloved hands stroked the side of his face, a movement that Logan easily leaned into without a second’s worth of hesitation on the matter. The proud and equally excited smirk on Deceit’s face said it all as his eyes brimmed with the kind of emotion that he couldn’t accurately describe, but not before he leaned in pressing a solid kiss against the ex-logical side’s forehead. Letting it linger for a moment too long before pulling away, his hands drifting back down to rest on his shoulders.
“You look ready… Deceit.”
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fe-husband-heaven · 5 years
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Sylvain Friends With Benefits HC's
Previous Writing Post: Dimitri Married Fluff
(But he's fallen in love with you)
Pre and Post Timeskip mentioned since Sylvain is a grown ass man at the start of the game lmao...was..was he held back a grade-
Warning: Ridiculously Long Post!
HC's:
It really did go as planned...at the start. It had begun when you returned his usual flirty banter, the one he gave to anything in a skirt, and he told you that he didn't think you'd be much of a Crest Chaser.
When you replied with "Oh, please,Sylvain, I want the dick of House Gautier, not the Crest." That was all that was needed for the entire affair to start. The two of you only had two rules.
Do NOT fall in love. This whole deal was solely physical, something the two of you agreed with since neither of you were too keen on commitment at that time.
Don't sleep with anyone else. If there was one thing the two of you weren't going to do, was catch something because you were having sex with a bunch of people. It just wasn't a smart idea.
You two were free to flirt with who you pleased, and to have crushes with whoever you pleased. Either of you could call it all off at any time, no boundaries, no restraints, just sex.
Sylvain found that it was an excellent way to de-stress and release all his pent up frustrations. Fucking all his problems away, how could he complain? And the person he was having sex with wasn't after his lineage? It was almost too good to be true.
He still flirted with you publicly, if he didn't, people would figure out that something was up. The two of you were so discreet that no one else knew, though you had suspicions that Felix had an inkling of your relationship with Sylvain was
(Oh. Oh? Oh??? Is this an angst possibility? Felix's secret crush is messing around with his bestfriend ahhhh-)
Sylvain was careful, and smarter than he was given credit for. He seemed to know the best places for the two of you to sneak off and fool around, all the while keeping his friends oblivious.
No one knew, mostly because while you moved up and down his cock at night, during the daytime, when he'd flirt with a random townsgirl, you'd walk past and give him a thumbs up. To which he'd laugh and shake his head before inviting the girl to a meal with him.
In retrospect, he should have known he'd end up breaking rule #1. You lived free, you weren't constrained by your Crest, didn't care for the supposed power they carried, and you lived the life you wanted. Nobody taking it from you.
You were everything he wanted to be, and he found himself jealous at times. But whenever he felt like that, he just took that feeling and fucked you rougher than normal. Everytime he came, it almost felt like a weight was being lifted from his shoulders, and it was intoxicating.
The two of you had sex whenever you wanted, once everyone would leave a room, he'd look at you longer than normal and there was an unspoken "My room. Now" that you eagerly followed. It was so strange. The two of you would talk about menial things while having sex. When Sylvain was pounding you into the bed, the two of you would talk about what grade you got for the last test or whine about stable duty.
It really was just unattached sex, so neither of you were being in any way romantic...until Mr.Gautier found himself with a problem. A problem that he didn't notice at first, he had slowly begun developing feelings.
Unknowingly, the flirting he normally did on a daily basis began toning down gradually. He pulled away from playing with women to go talk to you, or have lunch together. He started doing more things outside of sex with you and he genuinely appreciated your company, you were refreshing.
Fighting side by side in battle only strengthened his attachment, you had his back and he had yours. There was often little smirks exchanged when you two were deployed together. The both of you knew you were going to be wrecking havoc.
He realized just how deep in he was when after a particularly heated session, he left your room feeling empty. He had stood outside your door for a moment and he had felt a craving, a wish to crawl back into bed with you, not for sex, but to just sleep. To rest and have you next to him when he woke up, and to tangle together in a mess of limbs, relishing in the warmth of your body. Something he had grown very familiar with.
He had shaken it off then and returned to his own bed feeling colder than when he left it. But he couldn't ignore it anymore when the annual Garegg Mach Ball was held. He had danced with you then, he was your first partner and he had a lot of fun exchanging banter between you two. But when it was time to change dancing companions, he didn't want to let go of the hand he held and he didn't want you to release your hold on his shoulder.
Again, he ignored it but there was still that chill on his neck when he watched you throw flirty winks at your new companion with each twirl. He couldn't stop looking over so much so that the girl he had been dancing with at that time had gotten annoyed with him.
When you had your fill of making schoolboys blush and sputter, you ducked out of the stuffy noble environment. A little too fancy schmancy for you, you needed a break. Sylvain had spotted you leaving and when he saw you headed to the goddess tower, his heart had sunk.
He knew, everyone knew, the meaning behind going to the goddess tower. He followed behind, telling himself that he was just curious about who you were meeting but at this point, he knew better.
When he saw you just take a seat on a stone ledge and look up at the sky, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was jealous of a man that didn't even exist. Yeah, there was no denying it at that point, he had to face the music. He was head over heels and with that, rule #1 was as good as broken.
After realizing that he was also acting like a creep, he stopped hiding and sat next to you. He joked about how you couldn't last more than 30 minutes at a party and he smiled when you agreed to his statement fully.
After a little more smalltalk, he had quietly suggested that the two of you return to your room. You weren't going to turn down some fun so you agreed but had paused a little before doing so. Sylvain was acting funny, he was quieter and he wasn't carrying that usual flirty playfulness he always did. Well, to be precise, it was more subdued.
That night, in bed, he was different too. He was taking his time, and he was kissing more. Touching more. Kissing wasn't something he did much before so you noticed the change. He was also running his hands down your side, like he was caressing your body.
Sylvain was moving much slower than normal, it was slow and gentle, and you were wondering if this was really Sylvain because woo boy, the amount of times that he's pulled down your clothes just low enough for him to slip inside you and fuck you against a wall...
It was...different. But it wasn't an unwelcome change, a soft touch wasn't bad. You thought he was probably tired from all the dancing or something so you quickly pushed the thoughts away and went back to rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts.
By the time you had finished, you were plum tuckered out, Sylvain seemed insatiable that night. When it came time for Sylvain to leave, he had sat on the ledge of the bed buttoning his shirt when he paused, facing away from you, and asked if he could just spend the night there.
Again. Weird. But you overlooked it since everyone would be tired from the ball and would oversleep in the morning, you decided fuck it and rolled over. He'd given you quite the night, so why not. Sylvain had practically flung his shirt off when you said yes.
It was so warm and when you fell asleep and cuddled up to him in a subconscious search for wamrth, he melted. Gingerly wrapping an arm around your waist, he had sighed and uttered to himself "Sorry Y/N, turns out, I'm not very good at following regulations..."
He had the best sleep of his life that night, and the worst morning when he had to skulk away to avoid suspicion. He decided to tell you soon, to be upfront about what you were doing to him. But...the war broke out not long after that.
The war was arduous, rough, and unforgiving, but the two of you found solace in each other. The time spent in and out of the bedroom together was a distraction from it and the two of you spent many nights trying to forget it all. Still, nothing more than what had been agreed upon years prior.
Sylvain had hated the war and despite the two of you being headstrong, it got to you sometimes. His heart had dropped to his stomach the one time you had been injured and out of commission for a while. Since then, even Felix acknowledged Sylvain's new drive to train. (Albeit he would still whine every once in a while much to his chagrin)
When the fighting had finished at last, it wasn't a surprise when you two were a tangled sweating mess in bed. It's one way to celebrate alright. There was a desperation from the two of you, having barely closed the door before clothes were being ripped off the other in between deep kisses.
When you were catching your breath after having cum faster than normal, Sylvain looked down at you from where he had you caged between his arms. He was done waiting, he knew what he wanted, he'd known for a long time. And for once in his life, he intended to live his own way.
He took a deep breath, this was either going to go very well or very badly...but he leaned down and nosed the curve of your neck anyway,
"Hey, Y/N?"
You made a noise to tell him you were listening, all the while trying to stop your panting.
"Don't do it with anyone else...forever."
It took a moment to understand the implications of his words. What he was really asking of you...You said his name in question, an unsaid wish for clarification. To be sure of what he was really saying.
Slowly, he rose from where he hid his face to meet your eyes.
"I love you."
You were surprised, you certainly weren't expecting a confession in bed. And definitely not when the guy was balls deep inside you...how brazen. In your utter confusion, you said the first thing that came to mind.
"You're breaking rule No.1"
Watching Sylvain go from surprise to shock to annoyance and finally to a "Well you're not wrong" expression was absolute gold. And you laughed at it,
"Well," You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, "I guess you and I are just a bunch of rule breakers then."
He scanned your face before uttering a disbelievingly "You mean..?", pressing a loving kiss to his lips, you visibly saw the tension leave his shoulders. The two you started laughing lightly, how silly of the two of you. How you started, how you ended, and the clear and blatant disregard for following the conduct you had set for yourselves.
Sylvain allowed his lips to meld against yours for a little longer before he pulled away just enough to speak,
"It's fine." seems his lips missed yours since he pressed them together again before continuing, "We'll just keep rule number two for eternity."
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hockeytrashgoblin · 4 years
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Take it out on me Part 11
A/N: Hi!! This is probably the second last chapter of take it out on me. It depends how the writing process goes tomorrow on if there’s one or two more chapters but it’s almost done! I’m so sad but excited about it! The feedback from you guys has been awesome and I really genuinely appreciate it so much. I’ve had two suggestions for other people to do stories on so keep an eye out for those soon.
Warning: Smut, oral, sex. ya know the drill by now (no pun intended but i’m still laughing)
“Can you at least act happy to be here with me?” I asked Auston who was sitting at a table pouting.
“(Y/N) what happened to us? That was us a year ago. We were so happy.” we were at a wedding for one of the older guys on the team. It was a destination wedding in florida so I was stuck with Auston most of the time. It was rough to say the least, pretending to be Auston’s loving devoted wife when all I wanted to do was go dance with Freddie.
“I don’t know Aus.”
“Typical. You don’t know anything.”
“I’m going to get something to drink.” I said abruptly getting up. “Do you want something?”
“Not from you.”
“Good because I don’t want to get you shit.” I smiled at him and left the table. I walked around the bunch of dancing couples to get to the bar. I ordered water and stood there waiting for it when I felt a presence beside me. I looked over to see Morgan.
“Hi Morgy how’s it going?”
“It’s okay. How are you?”
“Um..good?” I asked making him laugh.
“You look miserable.”
“I am.” I said sighing.
“Well you’re not the only one. There’s been a certain redhead talking my ear off all night about how he’d love to be able to hold your hand and dance with you.”
“I’d be having so much more fun if I were here with Freddie instead. Morgan this whole thing is a mess. I just want Freddie.”
“If it makes any difference to you all he wants is you too.” I blushed at his words before he continued. “If you want to go be with him for a bit I’ll take care of Auston?”
“Are you sure Morgan? I don’t want to put you out like that..”
“It’s no put out. Go to him. He’s having an awful time watching you sit there sad with Auston.”
“Thank you so much.” I threw my arms around his neck making him laugh. “Where is he?”
“He’s over there by the back doors.”
“I’ll see you later.” I left him and quickly found where Freddie was and hugged him around the neck from behind. “Hi love.”
“(Y/N)? What are you doing over here?”
“You don’t sound very happy to see me.” I teased.
“No no baby that’s not it. You know I’m happy to see you. Always. Where’s Auston?”
“Morgan is dealing with that. He told me you weren’t having any fun so I’m here now. Dance with me?” I asked holding out my hand to him he grabbed it and got up.
“I’d love to.” his smile was so big and bright that it made my knees weak. We danced for a little while to some slow songs before it got fast again and we sat down. “You look so gorgeous tonight. I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you at all. How is it possible for one person to look so pretty all the time?”
“I don’t know. I tried really hard.” I said laughing.
“You never have to try.”
“I want to kiss you so bad right now..” I said quietly looking at his lips.
“Why don’t we go up to a hotel room for a little while?”
“Auston didn’t want to get a room here so I don’t have one.”
“I do. Let’s go.” I smiled wide at him.
“Okay.”
We barely got into the room before his lips slammed onto mine. It only took a second for my dress to be off and I was taking off his suit.
“Stop being so careful and get these clothes off of me.” Freddie said desperately.
“Be patient love, I don’t want to ruin your suit.”
“But-” I shut him up with another kiss.
“No buts. Be patient.” I finally got the buttons undone from his shirt and pushed it off his broad shoulders. I unbuckled his belt and started undoing his pants slowly.
“Please just hurry up.”
“Frederik.” I said sharply.
“Um yes?”
“Patient baby. Be patient.” I pushed his pants down while I slid down to my knees in front of him.
“Oh shit what are you doing?”
“Just tell me if I do anything wrong. I’ve only done this once.” I licked up his shaft before taking his head in my mouth before he could protest or tell me not to. I loved the sounds he was making and it spurred me on to try and go faster.
“Not so fast baby. I like the slow thing you were just doing.” I went back to what I was doing before and he tangled his fingers in my hair. “Fuck, just like that.”
I listened to the sounds he was making and his instruction and slowly started to speed up. He was making more and more noise and I started bobbing my head a little bit faster.
“I’m not going to last long. You look so fucking good with your mouth wrapped around me like that. Fuck.” he threw his head back against the wall. “You need to stop.”
“No.” I put him back in my mouth and used one of my hands to pump him, getting him there that much faster. He screamed out as he finished in my mouth. It was unpleasant but I swallowed anyway. He pulled me up to him and gave me a deep kiss. He walked me backwards until I fell backwards onto the bed and he crawled on top of me. He took his time kissing me all over.
“Was that okay?” I asked when his lips were off mine.
“That was incredible baby, thank you. Do you want to go down on you now?”
“Um actually can we try something new..?” I asked feeling very nervous.
“Oh course baby what do you want to do?” he asked smiling at me and rubbing his hands up and down my sides. “You don’t have to be nervous about it, if I don’t want to I’ll tell you but I probably will. Just ask baby.”
“Can I ride your thighs? I know that probably sound weird but their just so nice and muscular and fuck I’ve just been thinking about it a lot but we don’t have to-” he interrupted me by kissing me hard.
“That’s so hot of course we can try that if you want to.”
“You’re sure?”
“Absolutely. Come here.” he flipped us around so he was underneath. I got up and took off my underwear excited to try this with his since Auston always said no I couldn’t ever do it. He sat up and I climbed over him and situated myself with his thigh between my legs. When I sat down I moaned at the feeling of the ridges against me. I started moving back and forth lightly loving the way that he felt.
“That’s it babygirl, how’s that feel?”
“So good. Freddie it’s so good.”
“Speed up a little baby.” I followed his instruction, really glad that he was still taking some control of the situation even though I was kind of running the show. He started moving his leg and tensing his muscles as I continued to ride him. He was gauging my reactions and kept doing the things that got the most reaction from me. It didn’t take long before I was hit with an intense orgasm making me fall forward onto Freddie. I caught my breath and started sitting up again.
“Thank you Freddie.”
“No need to thank me lovely.” he kissed my forehead. “Think you can handle a little more tonight? I don’t want to push you too far but I would really love to be in you right now..”
“Yeah I think I can handle more.”
The rest of the night was spent completely tangled up in each other. We fell asleep eventually, too tired to keep going. We woke up to a phone ringing and the bright sun shining in the window. I smiled and gave Freddie a kiss before he grabbed his phone and answered it. He took it in the other room so I couldn’t hear what was being said but that was okay.
“Hey (Y/N)? Do you want to go to the beach today? The boys are going down and it would probably be a good idea to go and meet back up with Auston.”
“That sounds like a terrible idea but sure let’s go. You’ll have to bring me back to the other hotel though so I can get changed.”
“Just swim like this.” 
“I am not going to a beach naked Freddie, fuck off.” he laughed and I gave him a small kiss. “Let’s go. I want to get a tan before we have to leave tomorrow.”
“You already got a tan.” he said tracing the tan lines on my body.
“Yeah but I want more tan.”
We left his hotel and got my stuff pretty quickly before heading back down to the beach to meet up with the boys and their girlfriends. I always felt self conscious around the girlfriends because they all looked so gorgeous and most of them were models but I tried to not let that get to me much.
“Hey guys!” I said sitting down beside Auston. He threw an arm around me.
“Where did you go last night?” he asked. “I was worried.”
“I passed out. Freddie and Mo had two rooms in his so Morgan brought me up and then went back with you.” I said remembering the story that Freddie and Morgan told me to tell him.
“You need to be more careful about stuff. You don’t need to be drinking that much.”
“I’m sorry Aus.”
“And you should probably stop eating so much. You’re getting big. Put a shirt on or something.”
“I’m not going to do that.” I said getting out from under his arm and setting up my towel with the rest of the girls laying down on it. The afternoon flew by and we all just hungout together until it was time to head in for bed. I didn’t talk to Auston much when we got back to our room because all he wanted to talk about was the weight that I had gained and that was the absolute last thing I wanted to think about.
The next day we packed up all of our things and were driven to the airport. I still wasn’t speaking to Auston so he ended up switching plane seats with Morgan.
“Since all you want to do is be with your best friend and you don’t want to fucking talk to me.” he explain checking me out of the way. William caught me before I hit the ground and everyone was on guard.
“Dude what the fuck is up with you lately?” Willy asked straightening me up.
“Nothing. Figure out what’s up with her and then come talk to me because I don’t know.”
“How about don’t put your hands on her? She’s your fucking wife.” Mitch said angrily. Steph was holding him back.
“It’s okay Mitchy.” I said quietly.
“Auston you need to get your fucking shit straightened out. I’ve never seen you like this man.”
“Can we just board the fucking plane? I’m sick of this shit. Stop worrying about her, she’s fine. Now can we all just go?” Auston asked loudly before stomping off. 
“Let’s go love, the plane is waiting.” I followed Freddie through the airport and into the plane quietly. “You okay?”
“I’m just sick of it. I’m sick of him. I don’t want to hate him but I do. I hate him so much. I hate the way he treats me, the way he speaks to me..It’s all just gross and it’s frustrating.”
“I know it is. I’m sorry he’s being like this.”
“I’m proud of you for not coming in and rocking his shit. I know you saw him push me.”
“Morgan is the only thing that stopped me. So don’t give me any credit. I was ready to punch him in the face.”
“I love you.” I said quietly.
“Love you.” he said interlocking his fingers with mine under my blanket. “Honey it’s literally like 80 degrees outside why are you in a blanket?”
“I’m cold. Always cold. Mom says it’s because I don’t eat enough.”
“You’re eating more though and I’m proud of you for that. I know it’s not easy for you.”
“I’m gaining too much weight though.”
“Says who.” he said rolling his eyes. “As if I can’t guess already.”
“Auston of course. He was making comments on my body at the beach yesterday. He wanted me to put on a shirt over top to hide my body so other people wouldn’t be forced to look at it.”
“No one looks at your body because they’re forced to since you’re ugly or fat. They look at you because you’re fucking hot.”
“Freddie shut up.” I said laughing hitting his shoulder lightly.
“I mean it. You look great, love.”
“You really think so?”
“Yeah of course I do. My girl is gorgeous all the time.” he said giving me a small smile and rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.
“Hey really off topic but did you know Harry Styles released his new album last night?”
“No I didn’t know that. Have you listened to it yet?”
“No not yet but I downloaded it so I could listen to it here.”
“Do you think you’re going to like it?”
“I’m pretty sure yeah. I really love the stuff he’s put out before this. Some of the other guys I don’t like a lot of their stuff but Harry is pretty good at everything so.”
“Can I listen to it with you? I have that attachment so we can both use our headphones at the same time.”
“You can if you want to. You don’t have to though. I know my music and your music taste is not the same.”
“I want to. I want to see your first reaction and what you’re reacting to. I bet you’ll be so cute.”
“Oh my god shut up you sappy boy.”
“Buckle up baby. We’re taking off soon.”
“I’ve been buckled already since I sat down.”
“What why?” he asked laughing.
“You think I want to fall out? Fuck no. Yoink.” I said pulling the belt tighter making him laugh again. “Okay too tight.”
“Good one.”
“Too much yoink.” I said unbuckling and fixing it to an appropriate tightness. “Phew much better.”
“Of course.” he said with laughter still dancing in his eyes.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked quietly smiling.
“I’m just so in love with you.”
“I don’t even know how to handle that..I love you so much Freddie. I wish I could just kiss you so bad right now. Show you the feelings I can’t put into words very well.”
“You don’t have to do that. I hope at some point you’ll be able to find words.”
“I just don’t think that there are enough words to tell you how I feel, that’s all.” I said looking around before kissing his hand making him smile. “Can I come back home when we land in Toronto?”
“Always lovely.”
“Auston is going to be getting home later than me since he’s got some leaf stuff to do. Would you mind if we swung by there and I could grab a bit more of my stuff?”
“Moving more stuff in huh?”
“Yeah but only if it’s okay.. I know I’ve already brought a lot of stuff-”
“(Y/N) we’ll go get your stuff when we land okay?”
“Okay.” I said smiling back at him.
Soon enough we were up in the air and I was curled up in my seat with Freddie’s hand holding mine in my lap listening to the new Harry Styles album and I had never felt happier with a guy than right in that moment. Once the album was done he took one of his earbuds out and turned to me.
“What did you think?”
“I really loved it. Not surprising that I would but I really liked it. What did you think Freddie?”
“I really liked a couple of them. Some I didn’t really get and weren’t really my style  but it’s still objectively a pretty good album. Did it meet your expectations?”
“Passed them actually. A lot of things have passed expectations recently.”
“A good thing?”
“Definitely.” I smiled squeezing his hand tighter.
The rest of the plane ride went by quickly and we were driving to Auston’s house before I knew it. Freddie didn’t know but I had all the rest of my stuff packed up ready to get out of Auston’s place for good. I was very anxious to go back into that house for the last time. I was worried that Auston would be home or that somehow things would go wrong and I would end up back. We stopped at the apartment building and Freddie turned off the car. Even though I didn’t ask him to he came up with me.
“Where’s your stuff?” he asked when we got in.
“It’s all under the stairs.” I said opening the closet. “Most of my stuff is already moved in. This is just the rest.”
“The rest?”
“Um yeah.” I said trying to take Auston’s key off my key chain as well as the one for my car. I succeeded and put them down on the coffee table.
“Does that mean..?”
“I’m never coming back Freddie. I’m leaving and I’m not going back here ever again.”
“This isn’t a joke?”
“Absolutely not.” I was worried for a second until he rushed over to me and lifted me up, spinning me in a circle before kissing me.
“I’m so happy. Let’s go home.”
“One more thing.” I said stopping to take the ring off my finger and put it down with my keys. “I need to find a lawyer to give him divorce papers but once I do, I’m free of this.”
“I love you.”
“Love you too Freddie. Let’s get my shit and go home.”
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canonconspiracy · 4 years
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My Rick (Rick x Reader) *Older*
AN:  So, I basically wanted to advertise that I will be writing more for this very soon.  For those of you who have not seen my Rick x Reader Oneshot Collection, I do have it on both AO3 and Wattpad (@rmorningstar21).  This one specifically is clean, but I do have smut in that book as well, so read with caution. 
Fandom: Rick and Morty
Fanfiction By: @rmorningstar21
Pairing: C-137 Rick x Reader
"C-137 has -uuuurp- a Y/N?!" one of the Ricks exclaimed, and the flock of citadel Ricks surrounded you quickly.  
"I'll take this -uuuurp- Y/N once we arrest -uuurp- him," another said with a smirk before a chuckle.  
You were beginning to get uncomfortable with all the Ricks around you.  Knowing though they all may have had his face, they were not her Rick, you were shrinking back from all of them.  A few of them tried touching you, one caressing your cheek, another pulling at your arm, while another flat out grabbed your ass.  After pulling your arm back, you crossed your arms and sassily looked at the Ricks, waiting for them to stop saying stupid little comments about who was going to take you where once your Rick was apparently locked up.  
"If anyone thinks they're getting me to leave this dimension, I have a proposal for you," you said, thinking of the one thing that would be impossible for the Ricks to resist, yet will distract them enough to give your Rick enough time to clear his name.  "Whichever of you can drink me under the table." Your mouth formed a soft smirk, and the Ricks all seemed to perk up over your idea.
It seemed like it was simply moments later when you and the group of Ricks were lined up at a table, a copious amount of alcohol in the center of the table.  Each of them, along with yourself, poured shot after shot of alcohol. You knew that all of these Ricks would be difficult to drink under the table, and as you kept taking shots, you tried to keep yourself as sober as possible.  
For a while, the shots went down smoothly, but everyone that you were facing against were taking them nearly as smooth.  Surrounded by a bunch of alcoholics, this was definitely expected. You could see that one or two of them were beginning to get over the top as time went on, and you were already sure that you would have alcohol poisoning by the end of this.  
By the time that you had two Ricks that were still holding out well against you, if not even better, the attention of the group was taken to the phone ringing.  One of the two that were at the table with you still stood and placed the phone up to his ear. "-uuurp-," the Rick answered the phone with, followed by, "Hello?"
"Guess what -uuurp- O.J. and I don't have in common?" You could faintly hear from the other line, clearly your Rick, and it brought a genuine smile to your face.
"What?" the Rick on your end answered boredly.
"I found the real -uuuurp- killer, biiiiiiiitch," your Rick exclaimed.  "Get -uuuurp- over here!"
"Your terror-Rick -uuuurp- will catch up with himself soon," one of the Ricks said, "and when he does -uuurp- you're coming with -uuuurp- me."  He let a huge smirk spread across his face, and you cringed a little, giving him a light smile before waving all the Ricks off.
Beth came over to you, saying, "What the fuck was that?"
You, definitely drunk, shrugged.  "I guess if Rick ever does get arrested, I'm getting kidnapped," you said with a chuckle, not entirely understanding what you were saying, though you weren't wrong.  
You could hear noise coming from the garage, followed by Rick and Morty walking out of the garage with satisfactory smiles upon their face.  Beth and Jerry both enveloped Morty in a hug, and you stayed off to the side for a bit, just enjoying watching their happiness. On the otherhand, you wanted to jump onto Rick and envelope him in your own arms, but you didn't want to be weird.  
"Look -uuurp- who's drunk," Rick said with a sly smile as he finally noticed you in the side of the room, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.  
This caused you to laugh, a layer of blush spread across your face.  "I had to help somehow," you said in a slurred tone. "Those assholes wouldn't get their hands off me."
His eyes widened, and he leaned down to your level, both hands on either side of your shoulders.  Looking you directly in the eyes, he asked in a panic, "What did they -uuurp- say to you?"
"Uhh," you said, your drunk self recalling back.  "That there aren't infinite Y/Ns, and all six were trying to take me home."  Your voice was pretty dismissive because of the alcohol, but Rick's serious look on his face began sobering you up.  "One I think threatened to kidnap me if you get arrested."
He stood back up straight, an aggravated look on his face, as he brought an irritated hand down his face in exhaustion.  
"I won't let anything stupid happen," you said in a serious tone.  "I only give a fuck about one Rick, and he happens to be standing in front of me."  You touched his arm lightly, making him look at you. "I'm cool with being hopelessly in love with a Rick that doesn't give a shit back, as long as that Rick is you."
"You're suck an -uuuurp- idiot," he said with an eye roll before hoisting you into his arms, placing a kiss on your lips.  His lips felt warm against your own, tasting mainly of alcohol, and the two of you kissed passionately. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck as the two of you kissed, feeling as if you may have drank a little too much to believe what was actually happening.  
The point that Rick set you back down, the two of you separating, was when Jerry cleared his throat from behind the two of you.  Apparently the entire Smith family was staring, watching the two of you intensely making out. "Get a room," Summer said with an eye roll, causing you to laugh.  
Rick's lips were still formed in a genuine smile as he took a glance down at you, before he lifted you bridal style into his arms.  "If you guys -uuuurp- need us, don't," he said before chuckling, bringing you up to his room and setting you on his bed cot.
You glanced up at him with lightly glazed eyes, watching as he took off his lab coat before crawling in beside you.  Feeling warm arms wrap around you, you cuddled into them with a smile on your face. "If -uuurp- any of those Citadel assholes touch you again, I will be killing Ricks," he mused out softly.  
You chuckled lightly, giving him a peck on the lips.  "Understood," you said softly. The two of you fell asleep together that night, and when you woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover, you could still relish in the fact that you woke up next to the man you thought you were hopelessly in love with.  It only took six Ricks trying to take you away for him to show that he indeed gave a fuck.
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Ok I just saw a teenager walking through the mall in her softball uniform, and the team name was Ballbusters. I don’t know, I just feel like there’s a rec league softball prompt in that fantastic name.
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How long has this been sitting in my asks? Just…a questionable amount of time. So, uh, sorry about that. Here’s a bunch of words because I refuse to do work at work. I wrote this at work. It’s not really the prompt either. I am at least consistent. I’ve got some time tonight, so feel free to send more things or just shout at me about a variety of sports.
She only kind of notices him. Something just out of the corner of her eye, a flash of color and words that cannot possibly be strung together in that particular order. Emma blinks. Turns her head. Nearly drops her goddamn coffee. Granny wouldn’t appreciate that. But she also cannot believe Granny isn’t also audibly reacting to seeing Killian Jones stepping into her diner wearing a complete and almost too-well tailored baseball uniform with the team name–“You’re staring, Swan.”She’s seriously going to drop her coffee. Emma takes a drink instead, which is an even worse mistake, the temperature of the liquid nearly equivalent to the surface of the sun. It leaves her sputtering and stammering, eyes watering and tongue burning and Killian actually has the gall to arch an eyebrow. Singular. The whole thing is patently and completely stupid.
Because Emma Swan and Killian Jones are not really friends. Per se. They exist in some weird nebula since she first moved to that tiny town by the ocean a few months earlier, taking a job that David practically handed to her. So, it’s not friendship. It’s something slightly above acquaintances and just below attraction, an unspoken agreement because they’d never hear the end of it from their friends and Emma is only kind of a pessimist. 
She’s totally staring.
“What are you wearing?”
“That sounds like an admittance of guilt, Sheriff,” Killian grins, glancing behind the counter and Granny has, in fact, made an appearance. With a very wolf-like grin on her face. “The whole lot of it, ma’am.”
Her smile stretches, a curt nod and flash in her gaze and Emma must be dreaming. It’s oddly specific. She cannot wrap her mind around the overall fit of the baseball pants he’s wearing.
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Granny says. She may actually tighten her apron strings before she retreats into the back room, and Emma fully expects the look on Killian’s face.
He tries to wink at her.
“What the hell is going on?” Emma demands.
“You’re blushing, that’s what’s going on.”
Someone a few booths over snickers – and she’s not usually in the diner on Saturdays, but she didn’t have any of her own coffee and Emma doesn’t know who to blame for her current predicament. She’s definitely blushing.
“You are wearing a baseball uniform.”
“Yes, I’m aware of that. Those are the rules.”
“What?”
“Are you not familiar with the concept of rules?”
Emma widens her eyes, well aware that her mouth is hanging open, but–honestly, his pants. “The team name, though…”
Any sense of playful banter disappears, Killian’s quick nose scrunch surprisingly endearing. He reaches up to grab the back of his hair. “Ah, yeah, that was–well, it was Lucas’ idea and she though it was funny and–”
“–You play baseball with Ruby on a team called the Ballbusters?”
He’s blushing now. Seriously, it might be a dream. It would not be the first time. Emma takes another sip of coffee.
Still lava-esque.
“Well, I wasn’t on the original roster–”
“No way.”
“You’re poking fun now,” Killian challenges.
“I can’t imagine why I would. Is the game over, then?”
“Got quite a high opinion of my potential as a baseball player, don’t you?”
Emma rolls her eyes, downing the rest of her coffee and it might not be the best idea she’s ever had, but she genuinely does not know what else to do with her hands. “Ok, ok, I just–you’re not really the biggest team player, though.”
“That’s not true.”
He says it with such conviction, Emma can’t even begin to doubt him. And she doesn’t have any reason to. He’s around. He’s friends with her friends. 
Maybe she’s actually a complete and total pessimist.
“Belle asked me,” Killian explains, and Emma isn’t sure if he realizes that he’s rocked half an inch closer to her. “There was–well, Anna couldn’t play, twisted her ankle on some trek into Acadia with Kristoff and they needed someone to play short.”
“You play shortstop?”
“Early-career Jeter.”
“Should that make sense to me?”
He shrugs. He’s very close to her. Granny might cough. Pointedly. “Mention that to David, will you?”
“Yuh huh, but the name is just…”
“Harping on that, aren’t you?” Emma makes a noise in the back of her throat, but that only gets her another smile and it’s not a smirk, it’s good and honest and unfairly attractive. It’s some guy who’d play shortstop on a team named the Ballbusters because his friend asked him to. “Anna decided before the start of the season that rec-league baseball wasn’t really for her anymore. And while you didn’t entirely get my joke, I am pretty good at playing short, so…I stuck around. It’s fun.”
“Fun?”
“Fun,” Killian echoes, glancing Granny’s direction when she coughs again. Holding what may be her entire stock of baked goods.
“You going to be able to carry all that?” she asks archly.
“I’m sure I’ll be able to figure something out.”
“I can help,” Emma offers, and she didn’t mean to say that. It feels important. She doesn’t really know enough about baseball to make appropriate puns.
And the tips of Killian’s ears take on a distinctly pinkish hue.
“Yeah?”
She nods. “Yeah.”
Ruby elbows Mary Margaret so hard in the side that she nearly falls off the picnic table in the park as soon as Killian and Emma get there. Their eyes bug and Ella’s brows shoot up her forehead, Belle’s hand actually flying to her mouth in a garbage attempt at masking her gasp.
Killian sighs.
Ballbusters.
And it just kind of…happens. A single that cracks into short right field and just over the first baseman’s outstretched glove and she knows baseball terms eventually. David helps. She makes fun of the Red Sox.
If only because it inevitably leaves him grumbling in the stands, coffee clutched in their hands on slightly warm Saturday mornings and Killian grins at her. Every single time.
And they eat baked goods, and sit on that same park bench and eventually her couch or his couch and it doesn’t matter when–
Emma’s breath catches, hips rocking up in a desperate attempt to get some kind of friction while her hands scramble for purchase on the back of Killian’s jersey. He groans above her, mouthing at her neck and the side of her jaw and it’s good, good, great. Until it’s not quite enough and her fingers turn frantic, yanking off belts and pushing on perfectly-tailored pants and he actually chuckles in her ear.
“God, that’s–”
“–You’ve got to let me take the jersey, off, love,” he mutters, voice turning gruff and Emma takes a questionable amount of pride in that. Plus whatever noise he makes when she nips at her lower lip.
She’s got every intention of telling him to rip it off, but something tops her and Emma shakes her head, smile tugging at the corners of her mouth even as Killian keeps trying to kiss it.
“Nah,” she breathes, “I like it.”
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Professor Wayne - Bruce Wayne x Reader part 2.5/4 (Erotica-ish)
FINISHED SERIES : PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4
Well here we are. I know, I took my sweet time to upload. And this is also only a short update, and a sort of transition. It’s because of this all “December 17th” thing, and how loads of my stories were wrongfully took down. Now everything is back to normal (after almost a month) and I can write what I wanted to initially write...Erotica included. 
IMPORTANT WARNING : THIS IS EROTICA ! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED, I GODDAMN MEAN IT. Like there’s cute and sweet feelings in the mix, but also...smut, so if you’re not 18 or more, or if you’re not comfortable with that sort of things etc etc, this story ain’t for you. I have tons of other very SFW story, for averyone to read, and if you wanna check those out instead, it’s right here, on My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives​.
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The fact that this all thing is wrong kinda evaporates into thin air as your lips moves against his.  
The thought about you two being teacher and student, and that you shouldn’t do this, doesn’t exist anymore. The faint guilt he felt because he thought he might take advantage of a weak moment of yours...is gone. 
Because you’re kissing him too passionately for this to only be happening cause you feel down. And before he knows it, his arms snake around your waist and bring you closer to him. Flushed against him. 
You can’t believe it. Professor Wayne is kissing you. And you’re kissing him.
And this time, it’s real. 
You throw your arms around his neck. One of your hand goes to tangle itself in his hair and he shifts his head slightly to have better access to your mouth and...wow. The man knows what he is doing. 
Exactly like you imagined this would be. Except that it’s him, whose tongue softly runs across your lower lip, demanding access. And you’d be damned if you don’t grant it to him. And it’s...real. 
You’re really making out with him. Fuck. How did THAT happen ? 
Oh, right. Months of friendly banter at the cafe you work at. Him being the best teacher ever, you being his best student ever. You getting mugged, and him taking care of you and...Everything snapping at the same time. 
It actually makes perfect sense. 
In a spur of passion he backs you against his desk, and you’re not quite sure how but you’re laying on top of it now, and he’s above you. You managed to get his coat off of him, and your fists bunch in the front of his shirt, bringing him closer as he holds himself above you, his hands on each side of your face. 
Ffff...You’re really kissing him. And he definitely is kissing you back. And now he’s placing his body in between your legs and you wrap your arms around his shoulders again, to keep him there. But he has no intention of moving away, as his own hands grab your waist and...
The sound of shattered glass makes you shoot your eyes open. 
Surprised, he pulls away from you and look to the source of the noise, praying to every gods out there that someone DIDN’T walk in just now ! 
Fortunately, it’s not that. 
It’s his mug. 
His mug full of cold overbrewed tea just shattered on the floor. 
And totally ruined the mood. 
Damn, of course clumsy you would push that damn mug off of the desk ! Such bad timing ! Or...Was it his fault ? As he was pushing you up said desk a bit more ? In any case, the mug is broken and now you’re suddenly very aware of how close Professor Wayne is to you. 
That mug just fucking ruined the mood alright. Brought you back to that unpleasant thing called “reality”. Made you realize what you were doing. The haze of passion slowly fading away. 
He steps away from you clumsily, and helps you sit straight back up, but takes his time to actually fully move away from you, helping you back on your feet. 
You’re so embarrassed. You avoid his gaze as you smooth your clothes down, looking around the room for the coat he through off of you. 
This is...Awkward. Not as weird as you’d think, but definitely extremely awkward and uncomfortable. You just can’t look at him right now. 
What the hell got into you, kissing him like that ? 
The moment seemed so right but now, after the unfortunate mug incident that kinda also broke this beautiful bubble you two were in...It’s just awkward. 
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He turns to you again, and he feels like he’s back in high school the day he had his first kiss. So bashful. Nervous. Unsure. 
He rubs his neck nervously and just can’t find anything to say. He wants to make you comfortable again as he sees you’re avoiding his eyes but...He just can’t think, for the life of him, of anything to say ! 
He can’t just go  : “nice kiss, wanna give it another shot ?”...or can he ? He knows you’d say “yes”. Wait. No. No he can’t. 
The mug breaking reminded him of where you guys were, and how dangerous it was for you and him to make out here. It would be catastrophic for the both of you, if anyone found out this ever happened. 
But...He does want to kiss you again. Badly. 
He’s pretty sure his cheeks are a nice shade of pink by now, as he gazes back at you and you let out a little nervous laugh, still avoiding his eyes. Damn. He couldn’t even remember the last time he blushed because he kissed a girl. 
“I um...I...We...This isn’t...”
Nope. Really. He can’t think of anything to say. He rubs nervously at his neck again, and wonders were his confidence all went. 
He’ve always been sure of himself. Always was able to change an awkward situation into a pleasant moment. Always been very good with words. But here, in that moment, with you...He’s a little lost. 
He can’t recall the last time he felt like that. Actually, he’s pretty sure he never felt like that before. And it’s a bit scary, because right now, he really needs to say something to make you comfortable again. 
He hates to see you so embarrassed and oh god you’re probably thinking about how big of a pig he is kissing you like that. You’re probably thinking this was a huge mistake and he hates it. 
He hates the simple thought of you maybe regretting this right now, which would explain why you so resolutely avoid his eyes. He hates it. 
Because for the first time in...forever really, he feels completely at ease. He feels like that kid he used to be before his parents’ murder. 
The one that loved to roam around his gigantic house, that was carefree and thought nothing back could ever happen to him or anyone he loved...The realization of this downs on him all of a sudden, and it finishes what his mug started : the mood is most definitely ruined. 
No one will ever know what would have happened if he didn’t realize what he was feeling. He’s pretty sure he would have resumed kissing you, even in this dangerous place, so exposed to someone walking in on you two. 
He’s pretty sure he would have just made love to you, right here, without another thought about anything. And he knows you would have let him...Knows you wanted it too. 
Shit. The mere fact that he thought “making love” and not “have sex” put everything under a new light. Everything that just happened in perspective. 
Shit. Fuck. Oh man. 
Shit...
He takes a few steps away from you, and run a hand through his hair, looking away from you. Taking a deep, slightly panicked, breath. 
Fuck. 
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Oh man.
Ok. What just happened ? 
Sure, things were a bit awkward and all but the way Bruce just walked away from you right now, and was avoiding your gaze and made that...face. That face that you interpreted as him realizing what he just did and regretting it.
Well, it hurt. It actually genuinely hurt. What did you do ? Was it because you got all embarrassed ? Maybe he thinks you’re too immature ? You did just act a bit in an immature way by being so damn bashful because of a broken cup ! 
And Professor Wayne is...Well, he’s a mature man. Older than you for sure. More experienced too. And oh jeez now you’re thinking about Miss Kyle. 
Wonderful, sexy, probably way more experienced than you too Miss Kyle.
Oh what if you were a terrible kisser ? So bad in fact that he had to process it for a while and was only now regretting it and...He looks at you again now, and there’s something in his eyes you can’t really pinpoint. 
It kinda freaks you out. Because this kiss changed everything. You hate yourself for feeling that way, for being such a naive girl, but...it really did. 
So far, you thought you could ignore your growing feelings for Professor Wayne. After all, it was just a crush. So many others had a huge crush on him too, just in your class. And on campus, he was known to be beloved even by those who didn’t take his class ! 
A crush, you could deal with. A crush would pass. A crush was just a phase, and you just needed to meet another guy or girl that was fantastic and boom, the crush would end. 
But this kiss...This kiss, it made you realize that it wasn’t “just a crush” anymore. Somewhere along the way, during all your banter at the cafe, and those months of talking and such...You kinda fell for him. 
Anyway, where were you gonna meet someone as fantastic as him ? Even if you were still in the crush phase, you were doomed...So the fact that he just walked away from you like that, and was now sighing a lot and running his hands in his hair way too much and just staring at you so intensely...It freaks you out. 
“I’m sorry.” 
He says, and your heart drops. Well, this all thing was cut short. You barely had time to kinda fondle each others, and kiss, and it was already over. 
Because you were sure that his “I’m sorry” was going to be followed by a “we can’t do this you’re my student” or some bullshit excuse like that. This kiss started because he wanted to comfort you anyway. 
It was in the heat of the moment. You felt vulnerable, and he was taking care of you and it just kinda happened. Sure he kissed you first but...but...but...
You wanted to cry again. And you hated yourself for that. Damn. What a damn whimp you were being, crying over a guy you didn’t even date. Just made out with. Suddenly. And then it was over, just as suddenly. 
You sucked it up and turned to him. 
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Oh no. No no no no no. He could see in your eyes that you totally misunderstood what he just said. He could read you like a book (well, it was easy, given the fact that the corner of your eyes were damped again). And he had to clear the situation quick, before you’d find an excuse to bolt and avoid him for the rest of his life. 
He knew you enough that it could be a possibility, if he wasn’t quick enough. That you could decide to act before he could, and run away. From his understanding, you did that a lot. Whenever there was a situation that was too much for you to handle, you’d “run to hide in your room, and watch your favorite TV show or something, to take your mind off of everything”. 
You told him that, one evening, when the café was calm and you were able to actually sit with him while he was having his ridiculous coffee order and beloved beignet. 
“I’m not sorry I kissed you ! I mean I was, I really was. Until you kissed me in return. Like I’m sorry I kissed you first, but I’m not sorry I kissed you !” 
He mentally face palmed himself. A thing that he found himself doing a lot, when you were around. You always seemed to make him loose any mental capacity he had. 
He knew he was a smart man. A quick thinker. But whenever you were around, it seemed like he was just a stupid awkward teenager at times. Like right now. He couldn’t gather his thoughts properly. 
More often than not, he would think about doing something, and then you’d come in and...All his plans would burn away. Like the fact he promised himself not to go easy on you in classes, or how he always say “I’m just ordering an espresso and a beignet and then I’m out”, but ended up staying until the coffee shop would close...
And now you were smiling, and it made him loose his train of thought even more...He somehow managed to continue : 
“I’m sorry I...don’t remember. I don’t remember why I was saying I’m sorry. It made sense, I swear. Oh and now you must think I’m an idiot. I promise I’m not.” 
You smile some more at him, apparently relieved, and say : 
“I know you’re not. You’re my professor, I know how smart you really are...” 
There’s a mischievous tone in your voice and...Oh. Perfect. You’re totally making fun of him now. Mentioning the fact he’s your teacher as well...You wicked wench. 
He can see in the way your eyes are smiling, that you’re enjoying him stumbling on his words and such. Maybe because you’re glad you’re making him feel that way ? If it’s the case, then he can ignore the little humiliation of being such a doofus in your presence... 
“Right. Yes. I am. Um...What did I want to say ?” 
“I don’t know, I’m not in your head. You were talking about being sorry, but forgetting why you were sorry because you definitely are not sorry you kissed me.” 
Fff...It’s fascinating, how you always seem to manage to turn situations around. 
He saw you countless time spilling coffee all over you at your work, and each time you started by being flustered and embarrassed, but always manage to crack a joke and make customers laugh. 
Quick witted. Smart. That’s what you were. He lost himself in your eyes for a second, and the childish grin that spread across your features. Coming closer to you once more, reaching for your waist. 
Damn you were beautiful. He really wanted to kiss you again...Wait, no ! That’s what he wanted to say ! 
“Ah ! I remember !” 
The sudden way he exclaimed this makes you jump a bit in the air, and you take a few steps back, putting some distance between you two again. 
This time, it’s his turn to grin, though he had no intention of jump scaring you. You shake your head and sigh, and give him a “what the hell ?” face before he continues : 
“I’m sorry because I...I put your entire future in this school in jeopardy.”
You’re confused for a second. Ugh ? Wasn’t it the other way around ? 
“Gotham uni has very strict rules about romance between its faculty members. And even stricter ones about this between teachers and students. You would have been in trouble if we were to be found out...”
“Wouldn’t you have been in more trouble ?” 
“Actually, no. I’m a well loved teacher here, and people know that I’m...liked. Most likely the board member would have given me a warning but fire you for trying to bribe me with...With...” 
You turn white, and then red. But not from embarrassment, from anger, as you say, outraged : 
“What ?! Those bastards ! You kissed me first ! They can’t expel me for that !” 
Bruce smiles and gently reminds you : 
“Well, they’re not. We weren’t found out. But if it happened...you would have been expelled. I know this. More than once a few of the board member hinted at me that they um...”admired me” for my self-control, what with all my beautiful students and all, flirting with me constantly.” 
“Gross...”
“Yeah, I think so too. I actually always was disgusted by the mere thought of me ever hooking up with a student because...It’s just not right.” 
“...Thank you.” 
“What ? Why are you...Wait no shit. That’s not what I meant ! Until now I always thought...Uh...Would you please stop looking at me like that ?” 
“Like what ?”
“Just...Turn around.”
“...Are you serious ?” 
“Yes, yes I’m serious, turn around !” 
For the tenth time that night, Bruce slaps himself mentally. 
This definitely not was how he pictured his big revelation. His explanation to you about how he felt about you. Nope. He thought he was going to be all smooth and all, and that you would swoon over him. 
It’s...interesting, how he’ve always been able to be charming and flirty with people he didn’t care about, but was always so clumsy with people he actually liked. 
It used to be the same with Selina, at first, when he thought he loved her. Though after a while he regained his smoothness and wittiness...maybe it’d be the same with you ? Just awkward at first and then he could regain his “sexy charming charismatic professor” status ?
He shook his head, and looked at you. Your back was to him now, and he slapped himself mentally once more. “Turn around” ? Really ? Ugh. 
He just couldn’t think, with you looking at him like that. With your...Eyes and all. Um. Well. This wasn’t his most brilliant moment for sure. 
With yet another sigh, he turned back to you. Or rather, to your back. Without seeing your face, he knew you had that “what the hell ?” expression back on. 
“I..In my head, I prepared a all speech about how I was sorry I endangered your education just because I couldn’t resist kissing you anymore. I was going to tell you about how those months of talking at the cafe meant more to me than it appeared. How I never went there before, up until I realized you worked there. How I’ve never been so impressed with someone’s essays. How I didn’t want to call Selina anymore. I prepared a speech mentally, to tell you all this, and now it’s all coming out wrong and sounds like I’m regretting it but I don’t. I really don’t. I’m rambling nonsense right now, because of how much I don’t regret kissing you. I’m sorry I did it here, putting your future in danger. But I..I’m...I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry about kissing you where anyone could walk in any seconds and therefor risking you being expelled. And that’s the third time I say that, sorry. And I was also trying to insert somewhere, in my speech, something about how you were the only student I ever looked at this way, because your essays move me, because you’re more hard working and smarter than most, because you go beyond my class to learn and...I don’t know, I just think you’re awesome. You make me feel like a teenage boy right now. Jeez, did I just say you were “awesome” ? Do you see what you’re doing to me ? You turn me into a stupid kid who can’t talk normally and who’s STILL blabbering right now. You must think I’m an idiot. And oh look, we’re back a few minutes ago when I said exactly that. Yet I’m still talking. I still hear myself talk. And you’re not helping me you’re just listening. I bet you kinda like that uh ? Me rambling. Not being that collected and calm as I like to present myself usually ? I know you like to lightly mock people. You said it once, in the cafe. It’s your witty sarcastic side, I love it. Especially when you talk back to Fryer, that little shit...Wait why am I talking to Fryer right now ? See, once again I don’t know what I’m saying ! I prepared a clear, short and to the point speech in my head, and I can’t seem to shut up ! But here it is, what I meant : for the fourth time, I’m sorry I kissed you in such a place, and like, was ready to...on the desk...wait scratch that, it makes me sound like an asshole, I didn’t...I mean I did want, I did want you but I...um...I’m sorry. Will you go out to dinner with me ?” 
By the end of his clumsy and extremely cute speech, you already had turned back to face him. He claimed half his speech to your back, but when he started to talk about how special you were, you couldn’t help but turn to him. 
Wow. You would have never thought that Professor Wayne could get that flustered. And all of that, because of you. This was great for your non existant ego. And the way he was looking at you now, hopeful that you wouldn’t turn him down after his long monologue ? It was sweet. 
It made you feel nice. Confident. And damn, only this man could make you feel confident like that ! It reminded you of all the comments he wrote on your essays, encouraging and praising you. He had just the words to make you actually feel special. 
With a smile you say : 
“Well. I kinda want to kiss you know but I wouldn’t risk getting expelled so...Friday, 8 pm ? Let’s meet at Gotham’s piers. Like you can’t come pick me up at my dorm so...Yeah.” 
“Goth...am’s piers ?”
“Yeah. You do know where Gotham’s piers are right ?” 
“Yes.” 
“So...8 pm next Friday ?” 
“Um yes, yes good. 8 pm next Friday, Gotham’s piers. Great. Good.”
“We’ll talk about this more then, then ? I wouldn’t wanna be expelled for hanging out that late in your office, you know.” 
Oh. Ooooh evil wench. The way you smiled, the spark in your eyes. You were taunting him. ...You were playing a very dangerous game. But before he could do anything, you were walking out of the classroom. With a last look to him, you said : 
“See you tomorrow then, Professor Wayne.”
The emphasis you put on the word “professor” made him shiver. You continued : 
“For what it’s worth, and as bad an idea as it actually was...I would have let you.” 
He’s confused for a second, and asks : “Let me what ?” 
“Oh you know, on the desk.” 
You wink at him and just like that, you’re out of his office. 
Oh. My. God. Did you just...imply that...Oh. Bruce had never felt so flush before in his life. He had to sit down. Wow. Well. You were definitely something else. He couldn’t believe how things turned out tonight. 
From you having a mental breakdown, to him not able to not kiss you, and then rambling for ages to...this. Wow. 
Friday 8 pm. Gotham’s piers. For the first time in his life, Bruce Wayne was excited about a date. 
************
Your apparent confidence after Bruce told you he thought you were special and wanted to date you (basically) had completely vanished. 
It was Friday. 7:45 pm. And you were on pier 9 (the one you agreed to meet on) and pondering wether you should run away or not. 
This past few days had been very unnerving. Probably as a vengeance for the infamous “desk” comment you told him before leaving (the hell you were thinking about ?! Damn, confidence was a dangerous thing, it made you say things like...that), Bruce drove you crazy the past few days ! 
You started to talk with him discreetly via post-it notes that you hid on your essays and in papers he was passing around. It was exciting, to try and not get anyone to notice ! 
Fucking William Fryer saw one of the notes he wrote you and made a spectacle out of it ! The note read : “Those jeans you’re wearing are really working for you...They are also really working for me, too” and was of course one of the most daring Bruce send you. 
You had to invent a bullshit excuse, in front of the entire class, blabbering about your boyfriend putting such post-it notes in your stuffs for you to find during the day and blahblahblah...So embarrassing. 
It highly amused Professor Wayne. Of course it did. And then every evening, he’d come in the cafe as if nothing ever happened and it. Drove. You. Crazy ! 
He was good. He was really good. And definitely making you pay for this little desk joke (though it wasn’t totally a joke, if things had went that far that night, you definitely would have let him take you right there and then, on his hopefully sturdy desk). 
And because of those last few days of him kinda toying with you masterfully (the man WAS more experienced), you were now a mess of stress and oh my god this first date was going to go horribly, and he’d realize you weren’t that special and end everything before you could even...
“Hello, miss (Y/L/N).” 
Your heart skipped a beat. Actually, a few beats. You turn and here he is... 
“Shall we ?” 
He says charmingly, giving you his arm. And man he looks good. 
************
Best. First date. Ever ! 
You have no idea how he managed it, but he somehow remembered every single thing you told him you liked. He first took you to a restaurant serving your favorite food, to then go to an “escape room” (of course you loved nerdy puzzle solving). He actually took you to the one known to be the toughest, called “E. Nygma’s house of Enigmas” (not a very original name but ok) and you had a blast, solving puzzles with him ! 
You made it out of the escape room barely in time before the countdown, and you’re pretty sure the owner of the place, the conveniently named “E. Nygma”, was kinda pissed you managed to get out. Apparently you two were the first to achieve this feat. 
Bruce then took you for a walk in the park, and you talked for ages while drinking coffee (you laughed way too much when the  barista thought the double espresso was for Bruce, and his ridiculous coffee order was for you...apparently, the poor barista couldn’t even fathom a man like Bruce getting such a ridiculous kind of coffee).
After making some fun of him, he took you to the park. You sat down on a bench and talked way too long, about anything and...
It was a great first date. And it felt like you and Bruce had been friend since forever. Things went so smoothly between the two of you ! You had lots in common, but also a lot of differences which made things perfect. 
The difference in age wasn’t really noticeable, in the end, because you were...”special”. Mature. Incredible. 
He showered you with compliments all night, and by the time it was time to go home, you were a blushing mess and just didn’t know how to respond anymore...
How could a guy like him think you were such a great person ? Such a beautiful woman ? He dated people like Selina Kyle before you for god’s sake ! And yet, he managed to make you believe every single words he said. 
Probably because he meant all of them...Here we go again, Bruce Wayne, the only man that could make you feel so good about yourself ! 
Somewhere along the night, he told you to call him “Bruce” (people around you were starting to give you weird looks, because you kept calling him “professor” while you two were clearly on a date...they probably thought it was a weird kink or something), and his name rolled naturally on your tongue. 
Just like your name rolled on his. 
You were actually disappointed that the night was about to end. It was really late, starting to get cold and...You really should get back to the dorm. 
You both knew it. And so he stood up and said : 
“Well, I guess I should get you home uh ?” 
************
Yeah. You never made it to your dorm. 
He was driving you back to the university, and somehow, ended up driving back to his own apartment. 
It was all kind of a blur. He stopped his car at a particularly long red light, and you mentioned the fact that he couldn’t really give you a “good night kiss” on campus, so he really should give it to you know. 
When he obliged, things got quite...heated. Only a car behind you honking at you to move as the light turned green brought you back to your senses. Damn. Making out with your professor on the passenger seat of his car was quite something. And, just like that, you both changed your mind about “going home”. 
He was still taking you home, just, not your dorm. 
You barely paid attention to his apartment as you entered and as soon as he closed his door...He was all around you. 
Backed up against the door, your legs around his waist. 
How the hell did you loose your shirt so fast ? And wow you never undid buttons from a dress shirt that fast before, but here you were, undressing him expertly. 
Your hands ran up and down his muscular chest and damn, the man really was working out. He was even more ripped than you imagined...Your touch made him groan and the next instant off were your pants ! 
He caught you in his arms, and walked to his bedroom. Laid you delicately on his bed, and still kissing, you guys managed to get rid of the rest of your clothes. 
Wow. You never thought of yourself as a “sleep on the first date” kind of girl. Especially not with...Him. You thought it would take a few awkward dates. If it ever happened, to be honest ! Because you were so sure he would quickly discover how un-special and plain you were ! 
And yet. Here you were, on his bed, stark naked, fumbling with the zipper of his pants to take it off as he was furiously making out with him. 
That first date you dreaded so much went perfectly well. Better than you’d ever thought ! And...Oh jeez you’d just never thought you ever ended up here ! 
And now he’s making you dizzy by peppering your neck, chest, belly, with soft wet kisses and...Wow. 
He looks up at you with hungry eyes, and stops.
No. No what ? Why did he stop ? Is he having second thoughts ? 
He hovers over you and looks at you. One of his hand goes to softly caress your cheek while the other rests beside your head. 
“Are you ok ?” 
You’re taken aback by his question. I mean, it’s very sweet of him to ask but you were pretty sure that the way you kissed him, and moan whenever he sucked at your skin was pretty self-explanatory ! 
You nod, not trusting your voice right now and he looks so intensely at you...it makes you a bit self-conscious, and you close your arms around your chest, trying to hide yourself from him. 
He frowns, but also seems worried...You avoid his gaze, insecurities flying back in. Until he kisses your cheek. 
As simple as that. He doesn’t touch you anywhere else, just kisses your cheek. Your forehead. Your eyelids. Your nose. 
He hovers over you, in his glorious nakedness (and he looks VERY good), and you can definitely see all his thoughts aren’t really that pure as he’s hard as a rock (you can feel it, brushing against your thigh whenever he bends down to kiss you tenderly). 
But he doesn’t make a move regarding that. Instead, he kisses your all face, before going back to your lips and licking them sweetly. 
You open your mouth to him, and your tongue dances with his for a moment, before he pulls away again and this time goes to kiss your neck. From where it joins with your shoulder, to your ears. 
He doesn’t miss a spot. And then he goes back to kissing you on the mouth. 
Slowly but surely, he goes down, and down, and down. 
When he reaches your breast, he stops going back up to kiss your mouth, but his gaze doesn’t leave yours. 
It’s incredibly sexy, the way his eyes fixes on you, as he proceeds to kiss and lick at every inch of your upper body. Going slowly, making sure “you are ok”. 
And then he reaches that sweetest spot...Looking at you, you nod. 
You are soaking wet – have been soaking wet – and you can see him smiling in the moonlight going through his apartment window, as he teases you softly with his finger.
And then his tongue slips into your hole. His fingers are gripping your thighs as he eats you out. His tongue laps at your wetness before flicking across your clit.
And you kinda loose control. You knew where he was getting at with all his ministrations, but you didn’t expect him to be that good at it. You let out a whimper as Bruce’s tongue keeps flicking across your clit. When you let out a stifled moan, he moves his face away.
"There’s no need for you to be quiet...(Y/N).” 
Him using your name in that situation makes you even hotter, and to his great pleasure, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan as he laps at you again. 
His face is against your pussy and his tongue is back, flickering and sucking on your clit. You make small noises as you arch your back. You know you are grinding your pussy against his face but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems to like it from the way he is working you over.
One of your hand is gripping the bed as your other hand grabs his hair. And hearing the small aroused growl he lets out drives you wild. Ok. Something to remember, his moans are sexy, and he likes his hair pulled. 
And then, without warnings, you are comming. Your hips are bucking as you are. Bruce is holding onto your waist as he laps at your pussy, tasting you feverishly. Your head rolls back and all you can focus on is how fucking good you feel. You have never cum from a guy eating you out before. Most of the time, they had no idea what they were doing. Clearly, Bruce does. The perks of being with an older more experienced man ? 
Then you are laying against the bed, gasping for breath. He is climbing on top of you and is kissing you again. He tastes like you as your tongues meet.
You want to give back to him, but he doesn’t let you. Instead, he reaches for a drawer in his nightstand and takes a condom out. He lets you wrap it around him though, which is already something you guess...
He lines himself up with your entrance and gives you a last questioning look. He wants to make sure you’re ok with this...You nod once more, unable to say anything else and then...then...
He slowly pushes in a bit, then pulls out, just to push back in again. Bit by bit, slowly. Working you open softly, without any brusque gestures. He takes you slowly, delightfully. 
His dick carefully entering you inch by inch, until after a while, he’s fully sheathed inside you and stop moving. 
You felt no pain. The way he poked inside you a little bit just to pull out again, and then back inside a bit further...It didn’t hurt at all. Yes. He really knows what he’s doing. 
You wriggle against him, wanting him to move now, and he gets the message. He bends down to kiss you passionately as his hips rocks against you steadily, purposefully, slowly. 
And it’s...amazing. 
Your moans die in his mouth, and when you join his rhythm by moving your own hips his growls die in yours. 
Your both panting mess, as you move together, in perfect synch. 
It’s sweet, and it’s loving, and it’s something else. 
You’ve never experienced that. He makes you question so much about yourself...up until now, you thought you liked it fast and hard. But here he was, taking his time and building your pleasure more than anyone else did before. 
You were sure that he could get rough if you asked, but this was...a perfect first time with someone. Perfect first time with him. 
Learning to discover the other’s body, at your own pace. Finding all those sweet spots. Touching and kissing.  
You came a second time without even realizing it was coming, shaking against him and tightening around him. Soon after, he followed, and fell at your side, exhausted. You cuddle up against him, and he holds you close. 
As simple as that. And once again, it feels utterly natural. As if you alway knew each others. As if you’ve been together for years. 
This..This was really a great first date. 
************
Six months of utter and perfect bliss ! 
You’ve been secretly dating “Professor” Wayne for six amazing months. 
The secrecy of your relationship didn’t really bother you, you knew it wasn’t forever. None of you said “I love you” yet of course, it was way too early and for now...for now you were just appreciating being with someone who just seemed to get you so completely. 
From talking about forensics for entire nights, to mocking each others’ coffee taste. It was awesome. 
You’ve never been so glad before to live in such a huge place as Gotham. The chances of you and him being out and running into someone you knew were very slim, and in six months, it didn’t happen once. 
More often than not, you’d spend the night at his place, and would take public transports back to uni (he couldn’t really drive you there..not now at least). 
You took each other in every room on every piece of furniture in his apartment. You were so complementary in everything, sex included ! 
You couldn't believe your boyfriend was...Damn. And he couldn’t believe how happy he felt, how carefree and...damn. 
Sure there were a few bump in the road, it wasn’t always easy to act as mere student and teacher every morning, but it was still good. You were fuming in jealousy whenever a fellow student went to flirt with Bruce, and more often than not you wished you could yell out loud that he was yours and that just the night before, you two were a bit adventurous and ended up finally doing it on the very same desk (the door to the office was close of course)your bitch ass was leaning on trying to flirt with him! 
But those were minor setbacks. 
Other than that, things were doing great. And you were finally in a good mood...Dating someone like Bruce was such a huge help, on every aspect of your life. He help for your studies, but also helped you “growing up” etc etc. He...He was great. 
And you were a breath of fresh air for him, the fact you were younger a blessing in the end. But he knew that the age difference wasn’t really a problem...and once you both realized that it was too late to care about the teacher/student thing...Plus you were so smart, witty, sarcastic. You never hesitated to tell him exactly what you thought, and you were...just exactly what he needed to “live” again. 
Yes. Everything was great. Or...So you thought. 
************
Things were getting serious. 
You still didn’t say “I love you” yet, but it was spring break and he asked you if you wanted to come with him to San Francisco...This seminar he tried to avoid ? In the end the Uni principal kinda forced him to go. 
But he figured that if you came with him, things would be more bearable. Besides, San Fran’ was a beautiful city and you never even really left Gotham before ! 
It was exciting. And it also meant...Yes. Things were getting serious. 
Good. There were times when you were a bit worried, because you two really had to be discreet...But the only reason you had to, was because of stupid school rules. And Bruce was risking his reputation just to be with you. You were risking your education for it too ! It meant something right ? 
Yes it did. Besides you knew there were a few times he almost said those three beautiful words, and a few times ou almost did. 
It was getting serious. For real. 
Which wasn’t really a surprise, given the instant connection you had once you started to truly talk and such...
At times, you knew Bruce felt a bit guilty. And that dating you was unethical for him and he struggled with it sometimes...But the fact he was still sticking around and actually kissed you first and asked you first on a date and all was reassuring. 
His concerns were normal. He was just always afraid to ruin your life or something. To take advantage of you even if you voiced more than once how much you liked when he “took advantage” of you. 
You understood him nonetheless. You understood him so fully...Or so you thought. 
Today marked the date you were suppose to go to San Francisco with him. It was established that you’d meet at Gotham’s train station and take a train to NYC to take a plane there to San Fran (it was the cheapest option + it allowed you two to spend a night in NYC that you always dreamt of seeing). 
You were waiting, with your bags, at the station when he arrived.
Instantly, you knew something was wrong. He seemed...Colder than usual. He didn’t go to take you in his arms, or kiss you, as he always did when you two reunited secretly. 
He kept his distance, and kept looking back behind him as if waiting for someone and...Your blood froze. You heard your heart broke. 
Selina Kyle. 
That’s why he wasn’t walking straight to you. He...Wait...what ?
She had her hand in his now, and he was turning his back to you. What the hell ? 
Your brain refused to work, and you stayed there, frozen in place, looking at them. He kissed her passionately, wrapping his arms around her like he did with you. He kissed her more passionately than when you saw them together years ago, when they were suppose to be together, and you were a mere freshman on campus. 
What...What was happening ? Were you having a nightmare ? 
They exchanged a few words you didn’t hear, and she went into the train that was going to NYC. And then he turned to you, and walked slowly in your direction. 
You couldn't utter a word, he started anyway : 
“Hey Miss (Y/L/N). So. Um. This thing between you and I, it’s over. Sorry to be so abrupt, but I figured it would be better. Like ripping a bandaid you know. And sorry if I made you think it was leading anywhere...Selina called me back a few days ago and made me realize something. I love her. You...You were just a distraction, I guess.” 
Wh...What ? Each words coming out of his mouth was like a knife in your heart. It sounded so surreal. As if you had been thrown into a bad telenovela with a hundred plot twist a second. 
“Don’t look at me like that (Y/N), you knew what you were getting yourself into. I mean, what did you expect ? I’m your teacher. I had a momentary...moment of madness I guess. Your smile was cute. And you’re smart, I always liked smart women. Seeing you hurt that night it all started, kinda triggered a protective side in me too, that I mistook for attraction. But I’m...I’m in love with Selina. Everything is clear to me now.”
You just wanted him to stop talking. Silently, because you had nothing to say, you picked up your bag. Stared at him. You didn’t even feel angry just...Empty. 
And stupid. Oh so stupid. 
Of course. He was right. Confirming all your insecurities. How could such an amazing man ever even like you ? 
“All those things I told you. They’re true you know. You are special. You are...beautiful. You are an amazing woman. You’re just not the one for me.” 
You shake your head. And you smile at him. Of a sad fatalist smile. This was harsh to hear, but...What could you do ? You know that you can’t force someone to love you. Besides, he was still being nice. Still standing by his points, saying you were great. 
“You’re just not the one for me”. Of course you’re not. And you’d beat yourself up for ever thinking you might be. You should’ve known that if Selina Kyle was ever back in the picture, she’d be the one ! You were just one of his plain student. That he had somewhat of a crush on, maybe. And that helped him get through lonely nights. 
You felt dumb. Not angry or anything. Just...Dumb. You smiled sadly at him again, and shakes your head one last time saying : 
“I’m such an idiot. Sorry. Bye B...Professor Wayne.”
And you leave. You have nothing else to say. And you don’t want to hear him anymore. You barely register that he was still talking as you left and you...you just feel empty. And so dumb, that you’re so hurt by this..You should’ve known. 
You should’ve known.
You’re not good enough for a man like Bruce Wayne. 
************
Looking at you leaving, Bruce sighs and climbs in the train, joining Selina. He looks sadly out of the window, at your form disappearing in the station’s crowd. 
The six months of bliss were over. 
To be continued...
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Well. Hope you liked it. Actual chapter 3 coming out soon (way longer than this transition one, AND will contain ACTUAL smut not just whatever this little thing was), and in case you’re wondering  why instead of a 2.5 chapter I didn’t just add a new one and made this series “5″ parts...it’s because I don’t like the number “5″. Totally logical. All that to say : this was just a quick interlude written in an hour at 4 am because I suddenly had inspiration about it, and blahblahblah. Bonus, I guess. I’m aware a lot of things happen in it, and it’s probably very shitty. If it sucks, it’s because I wrote this while being very sleep-deprived, like I wouldn’t be surprised if some paragraph makes no sense, and know I won’t have time or the want to re-write it later as it’s often the case when I have a spur of inspiration for a story, once it leaves it’s over for the chapter and I have to restart everything and ugh (yes, trying to find meself some excuses...). On that note, I’m off to bed. 
Just a reminder : feedbacks are always MORE than welcomed ! And reblogs became a vital part to spread my work around now as I don’t appear in Tumblr searches anymore :). My last story, the one with Jason and reader drinking tequila, got a lot of feedbacks and all and I’m CONVINCED it’s thanks to all of y’all that were nice enough to reblog and share it <3. 
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A not-so-quiet life Pt.8
Summary: You could say your life at the Greene’s farm after they took you in was a quiet one… as quiet as it could be considering corpses were walking around as flesh-eating monsters. At least, until a group of survivors in need take shelter in the farm.
Inspired by the request: The reader used to have an emotionally and physically abusive ex and the group runs into her ex and his group and shit hits the fan and the reader gets hurt.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Tags/Warnings: Violence and language typical twd style. Mentions of abuse and quite a lot of self-deprecating thoughts…and in the midst of all that, quite a lot of fluff too and also slow burn.
English’s not my first language so maybe there’re some mistakes, I apologize in advance.
Chapter: 8/13
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Apparently, when Glenn and Daryl had said the road was not too blocked what they meant was that you could carefully drive through the abandoned cars, dodging the stranded walkers that roamed close.
They weren’t enough to be a problem and you were safe inside the car but you held your breath watching Daryl zigzag through the cars, leading you on his bike. You gasped aloud when a walker reached out for him but Daryl drove past it like nothing.
Maggie chuckled at that. “He’ll be fine, he’s used to it.”
You wondered why Daryl always went on his bike even if there was space in the car. No matter how much he loved the bike, you thought it was too much of a risk. He didn’t seem to share your opinion, he’d already brushed off your concern when you told him earlier, but seeing the walkers reaching our for him was wrecking your nerves.
Maggie was right, though, none of the walkers got to grab him. Glenn was driving slow, carefully maneuvering through walkers and cars, and Maggie opened her window and began sinking the knife into the heads of the closer monsters, and you followed her lead.
Eventually, you reached your destination, a big service area with a gas station, a small candies and gifts store, and a restaurant area. There seemed to have been a fire at the gas station and some burned and almost charred walkers were lying on the ground.
“That’s disgusting…” You said as you got out the car. “But with how big this place is we ought to find something.”
There were some walkers roaming around that began stumbling towards you. Maggie unsheathed her knife and made her way to them, followed by Glenn, while Daryl stayed slightly behind to shoot arrows at the monsters. You took your knife too, feeling a bit unsure about how to proceed but you sank it into the closer monster's head before sending it to the ground with a kick, yanking back your knife.
“Well done!” Maggie told you without stopping pushing forwards.
With a whistle, one of Daryl’s arrows embedded itself deep into the head of another walker which was getting close to you and then you felt Daryl’s hand on your shoulder.
“Don’t get behind.”
He warned you, shouldering his crossbow in favor of his knife, sinking it into another monster’s head, following Maggie and Glenn while you did the same until all the walkers were put down.
“Alright…” Maggie surveyed the place, hands on her hips, before looking at Glenn. “I say Glenn and I go to the gifts store and Daryl and Y/N to the gas station.”
“Alright, let’s go.” Glenn nodded.
You followed Daryl to the gas station, scrunching your nose at the smell of the burned walkers. It seemed all of them had died like that, and you yelped startled when a half-charred one opened its eyes with a small growl, reaching out and grabbing Daryl’s ankle. He yanked his leg away from its grip as nothing, kicking the monster on the face.
“Careful,” you said quietly, bending down to sink your knife in the head of the walker.
“It doesn’t have legs,” Daryl replied, not even looking at it.
“It can still bite and scratch.” You retorted.
You scooped around the outside but couldn’t find anything useful, the place seemed to have been raided, and so you made your way to the front door of the small store. Daryl knocked on the glass and in a second, a walker began banging it and growling from the other side.
You looked at Daryl in silence, waiting for instructions. He tried the handler of the door, not locked.
“Alright, you yank the door open, hide behind it and I put it down as it goes out, alright?”
“What if there’s more than one in there?” You asked, unsure, scared of opening the door and a bunch of walkers falling on Daryl.
“Nah…” Daryl looked through the dirty window into the dark store, ignoring the thuds of the walker inside. “I think that’s the only one. Come on.”
“Okay…okay…” You took a deep breath. “Three, two, one…”
You yanked the door open, making sure to get behind it, and a walker stumbled out but Daryl quickly grabbed it by the neck and put it down. It wasn’t wearing the uniform of the gas station and you guessed it might have been a client or maybe someone who went scavenging and got bitten…you tried not to think much about who walkers had been before, though.
“Done.”
Daryl walked in first, crossbow ready, while you followed him lighting the inside of the store with your lantern. The place was a mess, it had obviously been scavenged before and everything that hadn’t been taken from the shelves was littering the floor…nothing useful though.
“Alright, I think we’re clear,” Daryl said when no other walker showed up and you couldn’t hear any noise. “Don’t get far.”
“This place’s too small for that anyway.”
It was a single corridor, rather small, and what you guessed was a backroom behind the counter. You made your way to the fridge, which unsurprisingly was almost empty too. Some rotten premade sandwiches and a couple cans of cheap beer was all you could find, beside some precooked meals. You took one but the quality was questionable, it might not look rotten like the sandwiches but you thought it was more than probable that they were bad too. With a disappointed sigh, you decided not to take them, afraid it’d end up poisoning you.
“I hope Glenn and Maggie are having more luck…did you find anything?” You asked Daryl, who was behind the counter.
“Nah. Just money.”
“Just money…that’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear…” You said and Daryl chuckled quietly.
There were some magazines on the floor and you began picking some of them at random and stuffing them inside your bag, maybe somebody’d like to read them, take their mind off your less than ideal life for a bit, have something to do during some of those tedious evenings.
Daryl raised his eyebrows at you at that.
“What, we don’t have books or nothing, I thought people might like them.” You said. “But alright, I guess you won’t be asking me if I can lend you this…” You teased, picking one about motorbikes and waving it in front of him.” Guess I won’t take it, I don’t have that much room left.” You were already stuffing it inside your mostly empty bag.
Daryl said nothing, just gave you a smirk, getting a gun he seemed to have found somewhere behind the counter inside his bag. He tried the handler of the door of the back room but it was looked.
“Maybe we’ll find something better there,” you said, trying to stay hopeful.
“See if you can find the key,” Daryl told you and you both began rummaging through the counter again. “It can’t be this one…wouldn’t fit.” He showed you a tiny, old key he had found.
“Oh, it’s so lovely!”
You squealed and Daryl looked at you weird. You blushed in embarrassment and rushed to explain yourself, though you weren’t sure if you weren’t just about to embarrass yourself even more.
“When I was a little girl my grandmother used to have a lot of really, really old keys, from her old house and furniture at the village where she used to live, I thought all those keys were beautiful, kind of magical you know, being that old, I thought they had to open a lot of secrets…” You began explaining, fidgeting and half expecting Daryl’d laugh at you for being so silly and think like that about simple keys, but he seemed to be genuinely interested in what you were saying.
“So eventually my grandmother gave them to me before she passed and  I began collecting old keys, had quite a good collection…” You smiled a bit melancholic at the memories, you hadn’t thought about it for years, and you felt your heart ache when you thought about your missing family.
You swallowed hard, trying to stop your emotions from showing, not wanting to embarrass yourself more. Daryl seemed to notice, though, because he reached out to squeeze your arm softly, and you gave him a small smile before you kept talking.
“Anyway, I left them at my parent’s home when I got married and moved, I thought a couple times about going to get them and keep the collection or start a new one, but my husband said it was stupid cos you know, they’re just keys, a waste of space…I too know it’s a silly thing…” You shrugged, giving Daryl an embarrassed smile, but his face was serious. “But I think I have enough authority on keys to say that tiny one is quite a lovely one.” You awkwardly joked.
Daryl was frowning at the key and then he passed it to you.
“Take it if you like it.”
“No, I know it’s silly…” You said softly, twirling the key. “Gonna see if I can find what it opens, though.”
“Gonna try picking the lock.”
While Daryl worked on that you looked around the counter again until you found a small metal box half hidden in a drawer. You tried the key and it worked but there was nothing you could consider useful inside, just some handwritten letters, a couple of old pictures, tickets from the cinema…someone’s life memories. It made you feel melancholic again.
You closed it carefully and went to join Daryl, who was still fighting against the lock until you heard a click.
“Alright…”
“Do you think there are no walkers inside?” You asked worriedly before he could open the door.
“Nah, they’d be banging the door at the noise.”
Turned out the room was so small only one of you could get in, but inside Daryl found stored a couple of cans of gasoline.
“Ricks gonna like this,” Hel said, finally giving you a full smile.
“Are we ready?”
“I’m gonna give the place a last scoop, go out and see if Glenn and Maggie are ready too.
You frowned at him, you two had already combed the tiny place, but nodded and followed his instructions, walking out just in time to see Glenn and Maggie walking out the other store. You waved to them and they began walking to the main building but you wanted to wait for Daryl before joining them. He was out after not even a minute.
“Alright, come on,” he said, placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you to the others as you stepped through charred walkers again.
“Did you find something useful?” You asked hopefully to Maggie and Glenn.
“Well…I got a bag full of candy.” Glenn showed you a plastic bag with different kinds of candies in it. “But I think they’re questionable…I thought it’d make Carl happy, though.”
“And my sister, probably.” Maggie smiled fondly.
“They make me happy too.” You chuckled. “I call dibs on that toffees.”
“Also a couple cheap sunglasses…” Maggie showed you the neon pink and yellow sunglasses that none had bothered taking already. “This couple of scarves…” Those were less hideous. “And I picked up some books so we can have something to read.”
“I picked up magazines too!” You said, looking pointedly at Daryl, who smirked. “I got one about babies for Lori, I’m not sure if she’ll like it or if she’ll throw it to my head…”
All in all, your haul didn’t seem that impressive and you were a little disappointed.
“This’s normal, sometimes we come from runs empty-handed, I know it’s frustrating,” Glenn told you. “But we still have to scoop that area.”
The door was locked from the outside with several metal bars, to keep the walkers inside, you guessed, you could already hear them banging the doors, and you helped the others remove the bars though you were quite unsure about how to deal with the monsters inside. You trusted the others knew what to do, though.
They stopped when there was only a bar left and you recoiled as the door shook dangerously under the pushes of the monsters.
“Alright…you two push the door close and try to let it open just a little, so only a walker can poke its head out and I put them down one by one,” Maggie instructed, talking to Glenn and Daryl. “What do you want to do? Push the door or help me with the walkers?” She turned to you.
“I…I don’t know.” You shrugged helplessly. “You sure about this? What if they can’t hold the door and all the walkers get outside at the same time, they’d all fall on you.”
“We have done it before, it’ll be fine,” Glenn reassured you, though you were still rather uncertain.
“Alright…” Maggie was looking at you as if in deep thought. “You get behind with your gun in case more walkers get out and we can’t handle it, you put down the most you can.”
You nodded though you feel a bit unsure about shooting walkers in such proximity to your friends, afraid of missing and hitting one of them instead.
“Pitty I can’t use your crossbow, it’d be silent.” You told Daryl while he got ready for his part of the plan.
Luckily, you didn’t need to shot as the others carried on with the plan without accidents, Glenn and Daryl pushing the door so only one or two walkers could get their heads through it, only to have Maggie putting them down as they did. You couldn’t help but feel a bit out of place, but you shook off the feeling.
The area was big, with some corpses on the floor, and it was full of tables, more corpses sitting down or lying on them, some half eaten, and you wondered how they had died, most seeming to have been shot on the head.
To the left there seemed to be the kitchen and bar area and to the right, there was a staircase.
“What do you think there’s on the other floor?” You asked quietly and Maggie shrugged.
“More tables? What if Glenn and I go check it and you two scoop this floor, we can go to the kitchen together later.”
You all nodded and while Glenn and Maggie made their way to the stairs, Daryl placed a hand on your shoulder to guide you with him.
“Wait, why don’t you go to the bar and I go through the tables, see if I can find something useful?” You told him.
“You sure?” He looked at you uncertain.
“They’re all dead right?” You pointed at the corpses. “Doesn’t seem to be any walker around…I can do it.”
Daryl seemed to think it for a bit, seeming unsure, but finally nodded. “Don’t stray, stay where I can see you.”
“Sure thing.”
A couple of the corpses had suitcases and big bags with them, and you began rummaging through them, trying not to think much about going through dead people’s stuff. You got some very basic first aid kits and some hygiene products that you were sure everyone would appreciate and then began to chose the clothes that you thought would be the most useful and would suit the most of you.
You were a bit startled when you heard some growling and you turned around to see a walker coming from the corridor that led to the bathrooms.
“Got it.” You told Daryl, as loud as you dared, so he wouldn’t worry too much and kept scavenging through the bar. You grabbed the walker roughly and sank your knife into its head.
There were some more growling and you saw another one coming from down the corridor, so you went to put it down too.
“Y/N,” You heard Daryl’s voice coming from the main area as you turned the corner of the corridor. “Stay here.”
“It’s okay, there’s only one more, it’s fine.”
You assured, already reaching out to grab it by the neck. When it struggled, though, part of the skin and part of the meat came off, making your hand slip and sink into the disgusting goo. You barely had time to feel disgusted by it, as the monster’s hands grabbed you and it snapped at you.
You didn’t quite manage to get a good hold of it and not knowing what else to do, you lifted your machete and hit it as hard as you could into the monster’s forehead, sinking it in. There was a sickening crack but the walker stopped moving, your knife reaching the brain.
From the corner of your eye, you saw another one stumbling to you and panic rushed through you when you tried to yank back your knife and you couldn’t, the hit seemed to have embedded it too deep into the skull and it was stuck.
Panicking, you stepped on the corpse to hold it down while you yanked at your knife until the other walker was on you. You grabbed its wrist, struggling to keep its claws away, recoiling as it began to snap and try to bit you, until your back hit the wall.
You tried to push it away but it was strong, you were grunting at the effort of stopping its hands from grabbing you while dodging its snaps, your brain working at full speed as you tried to  think how to end it, trying not to let your anxiety overcome you as it screamed to you that this was your end.
No matter how much you pushed it back, the walker wouldn’t relent, neither as you tried hitting his stomach with your knee, hard as you tried you weren’t managing to overpower it and you couldn’t think og a way of getting away from it and killing it without any weapon.
“Y/N!”
Suddenly the walker stopped struggling and fell on you, pushing you against the wall. You pushed it hard away from you and when it fell on the floor you realized it was dead with an arrow in his head.
You looked up and saw Daryl rushing to you, grabbing your arms when he reached you.
“Are you okay? It didn’t bit you, did it?” He asked frantically and you shook your head, finding it hard to speak. “I told you not to stray!”
“I’m sorry…” You said weakly, guilty tears threatening to fall down your eyes.
“It’s okay.” Daryl let out a sigh and pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around you as you snuggled to him, burying your face on his chest.
“Thanks.” You whispered, slowly calming down, and you felt his lips on your forehead.
“Y/N, are you okay?! What happened?!”
You heard Maggie’s panicked voice, she and Glenn seemed to have heard the commotion and they had rushed down, running to you and looking from the walkers to you and Daryl, who pulled away from you.
“I’m okay.”  You assured though you were still shaking and Maggie held you tight as you told her about the walkers you had encountered.
“You put them down?” She asked you.
“Just those two, Daryl killed that one, he saved me, my knife got stuck…” You explained, ashamed, even though nobody seemed to be blaming you for anything, they just seemed worried.
“How you managed to get it so stuck?” Glenn asked, trying to pull your machete out the walker’s skull, tanking him a few times until he managed, and you shrugged helplessly.
Back in the main area, you felt a bit better and less useless as you showed the others the stuff you had gotten from the suitcases.  Together you made your way into the kitchen, which was big and thankfully free of walkers. It took you all a bit of scooping around but finally, you managed to find a few cans of food and some dried vegetables that you hoped had been well preserved inside their hermetic packages.
“I’d say this had been quite a good run,” Glenn said cheerfully as you all got your haul into the car. “Food, gas, medical and hygiene supplies…we’ll be good for a bit.”
“Yeah,” Maggie wrapped an arm around your shoulders, noticing you weren’t as happy, you were still berating yourself for what had happened with the walkers. “Let’s go back to the camp.”
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Well, it could have been worse, couldn’t it? Next chapter, we’ll see if those candies are edible...and we’ll see more talks between reader and Daryl. I’m sorry if some of you feel this story is moving slow, but I really enjoyed writing it like that.
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Afraid of Falling - Changbin
❀ Comedy, fluff, college!au
❀ Word Count: 3.2K
❀ Starting a school year isn’t easy, especially when you swear off boys for the entire year. When an annoying, yet attractive, guy moves in across your dorm, that promise becomes harder to keep.
❀ a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @changbeanie AKA MISSUS RUBY !!! I LOVE U SM AND THANK U FOR BEING AN AMAZING FRIEND AND AN AMAZING LIFE MENTOR FOR ME !! I LOVE U !! :DD and pls follow my advice and find a nice manz in college. or at least dont be afraid of it ;-; 
“New year, new problems.” My roommate said. She was unpacking all her clothes and dumped them into her respective closet. I shook my head at the debby downer. 
“Ok true, but you didn’t have to say it out loud.” I noted. 
I was in my sophomore year of college and although I was excited for the new experiences, I knew the school year was going to be hardest than the last. Especially with my new internship that I’ll have to be working around my homework time. 
“Of course I did. Hey, did Seolhyun message you if she’s here yet?” I checked my phone and of course, I saw the message from the girl.
“Yes, she texted that she was going to be late ‘cause she had to pick up a burger...on her way to move in day.” My other roommate, Jimin, just let out a chuckle. 
“Sounds like Seolhyun.”
It was my second year with these two girls and I would’ve have it any other way. We were practically family now. 
“Hey, I still have some stuff in my car but I have to unpack this, could you-” Before she could finish her sentence, I was already putting on my shoes.
“Fine, Jimin, but you owe me.” She gave me her signature puppy eyes while I strolled out of the door. Jimin could be extremely lazy at times, but I wasn’t gonna turn down seeing new freshmen hussle into their dorms. 
As I was turning the corner, I felt my body crash into a firmer one, sending me back to hit the wall behind me. My tiny body fell to the ground at my weak legs.
“OH MY GOD! I’m so sorry!” I heard a deeper voice say. I groaned in pain  from the collision, but once I opened my eyes, I felt myself stammering over my words. 
The boy in front of me had bright eyes and a mischievous smile, but his eyes looked genuinely worried about my well-being. 
But I was supposed to be pissed at him. So I glared at him. Or tried my best to.
“Um, it’s fine.” I dusted myself off and turned to the staircase. 
“Wait!” He called out. I whipped my head around politely, but felt the urge to run away from this boy who made my heart skip a beat. 
“Yes?” The boy gave me a small smirk and extended his hand to me.
“I’m Changbin, I think we live on the same floor?” He then pointed to his dorm and I saw it was right across from mine...great. 
“Y/n, and yup I guess we do. Well, I have to go pick up some stuff for my roomie, but I’ll see you around?” I said nicely. Changbin gave me a slow nod and waved me off. Before he could say anything else, I ran off, practically sprinting to get Jimin’s stuff. 
I felt my heart pounding uncontrollably in my chest like I was some kind of 16 year old girl, yet I couldn’t help the attraction I held for the random boy. I shook those thoughts away. 
“Relationships are terrible. Stick to the plan and you’ll get things done this year. You have no time for a stupid college romance.” I muttered to myself.
The more I muttered these words, the more I believed them. So I will keep muttering them. 
As I walked back up from my friend’s car, I felt my disappointment when I didn’t see Changbin. I ignored the disappointment in my heart and walked into my dorm. 
Once I walked into, I saw 3 unexpected visitors. And one of them was Changbin. Great. 
I immediately saw a happy Seolhyun who was leaning against her bed with a bunch of bags in her hands. 
“Y/N!” The girl ran up to hug me and I felt myself awkwardly wrap my arms around her. 
“Hey, who is this?” The three boys gave me small smiles, making me feel weird at all the attention.
“Oh! This is Woojin, Chan, and Changbin! They live across the hall from us!” Before the girl could even finish talking, Changbin butt in.
“Yeah, and we were just asking if you guys were coming to the movie night in the commons this evening. They’re showing Crazy Rich Asians.” Immediately, my eyes lit up.
“Oof, you spoke the golden words. Y/n loves that movie.” I turned a bright red as Changbin cooed, but I pulled myself together. 
“I mean, who can’t? It’s such a cute movie and even though it has a crazy, unimaginable plot, it’s all about family and shows normal values and struggles regular people have.” Once I stopped talking, I realized how much I rambled and everyone was staring at me. I combed my hair to the side and made my way to my desk. 
“So I take it as you’re coming?” 
“Yes.”
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Soon, the clock hit 7:49 PM, meaning it was time to head down to the commons. 
“So, you and Changbin?” Jimin teased. I refused to let my anxiety show, so I shrugged her off. 
“What about me and Changbin?” I retorted. Seolhyun scoffed and grabbed our keys from one of the shelves. 
“Seriously? He is totally into you?” I knew my cheeks were a light blush, but I ignored it.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. He’s just being friendly.” Jimin let out a hum of disapproval and shook her head. 
“Yeah right, the boy was practically drooling at you, it was lowkey disturbing.” 
“He was not drooling. That’s gross.” Seolhyun shrugged.
“It was something like that.” She noted. 
Before they could say anything else, we arrived at the commons. I saw groups of girls gossiping to one another and a few familiar faces scattered the hall, but before I could look any harder, a familiar face popped up once again.
“Hey, you made it.” Changbin noted with a smile. I scanned his outfit and noticed he was wearing all black, just like me. He had a tight black t-shirt on and black joggers, paired with black Nikes. I had on an almost identical outfit. 
“Yeah, um, I told you I was coming? My favorite movie? Hello?” I teased. Now it was his turn to blush a light pink. Now I felt nervous.
“True. But I don’t know, some girls I know like to cancel plans randomly.” I shrugged and gave him a serious stare.
“Well, I’m not one of those girls.”
“Hello? Is this mic on hehe?” The MC, who I noticed was Chan, moved the mic closer to his mouth, making the familiar high pitched echo resonate throughout the room. Even I flinched at the noise. “Ooops! Well, hello all of you pretty faces! I’m sure all of you know that we will be showing the famous Crazy Rich Asians!” The whole crowd cheered, including me. 
“We will be getting started shortly, but please, get seated and be kind to your neighbors so you don’t ruin the experience for them, ok? Ok!” Chan hopped off the stage and went to plug in something to the big projector. 
“He’s a character, huh?” I almost forgot the boy was standing next to me.
“Oh, Chan? Yeah I mean, he’s interesting but he seems nice.” I said truthfully. Changbin took a swig of his Coke and nodded.
“That’s exactly how I would describe him.” The boy then looked around, making me do the same. And then I realized my friends ditched me. Great. “Hey, wanna grab a seat?” I nodded forcefully, still angry my friends left me with some random guy. Like what if I didn’t like him? What if he was creepy?
I took a seat next to Changbin, carefully avoiding his body so we wouldn’t get any awkward body contact. 
“You want anything to eat?” I shook my head politely, even though I really wanted some popcorn. 
“Nope, I’m fine.” 
I was simply just too lazy to get up. Soon, the movie started, which thankfully ended the chat between Changbin and I. 
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The movie was ... more uneventful than I thought. I avoided all conversation with Changbin during the movie because I hate when people talk during movies. Thankfully, the boy didn’t really talk either. 
When the ending scene came on, tears were filled in my eyes and I casually wiped them away so I wouldn’t seem sensitive. 
“Are you crying?” The boy teased. I quickly turned my head.
“Yes! It’s sad so what if I’m crying?” I spat. 
The boy sat up from his laying position and stared at me with a curious glint in his eye. “Hey girl, slow your roll. I was just asking. You’re a pretty crier.” He noted. If my cheeks weren’t already so red, I would be blushing. Thank god I was crying.
The lights came on and everyone was a tired mess. It was only 11pm yet I already wanted to crawl into my bed. 
“Hey, so..” I heard the boy start. I tensed up at his voice. “Do you like, wanna hang out sometime?” 
Wait, what? 
I felt my heart tense up even more and a chill ran down my spine out of nervousness. What do I say? Do I say yes? I just met this guy like this morning!
“Umm... sorry I’m just not looking for a relationship.” I blurted. Right as the words left my mouth, I wanted to take them back once I saw his hurt expression. “I mean, it’s nothing with you, it’s just...”
“You.” He whispered softly. I nodded sadly. 
“Yeah just-” 
Suddenly, I saw the familiar figure float by, sending my body into a mini shock. 
Changbin quickly caught onto my anxiety and looked behind him. “What?” I shook my head, my eyes not leaving the person.
“N-nothing. It’s fine.” Changbin raised a brow at my pitiful excuse. 
“You sure, it’s doesn’t-” He was cut off when I felt my body jump back out of reflex at the dude. Changbin turned around and looked in the direction of my eyes. “Your ex?” He whispered. I gulped and nodded. 
“You still like him?” 
I scoffed and shook my head harder.
“Hell to the no. He’s just a total creep and weirdo. I hate him oh God why is he here?” I mumbled quickly. Out of nowhere, the heathen started to walk in my direction. “Oh shit.”
“Is he coming this way?” 
I nodded slightly, trying to avoid how close he was getting. I felt my heart pound, wondering why the boy was coming over here. 
“Ok, sorry for this.” 
Before I could ask any questions, Changbin’s lips were on mine.
Wait.
What.
The kiss was gentle yet passionate, making me want to run away yet stay planted for a long, long time.
Where the hell was this boy my whole life and why does he kiss so well?
Before I knew it, the kiss was over when he pulled back softly, still a close distance from my face. 
“Good?” 
I shakily looked passed him and nodded. “Good.” I whispered out.
Suddenly, the situation seemed too real for me. My heart was beating out of my chest and my hands were turning cold. What is wrong with you, y/n? You’ve only known this guy one day. 
“Hey, are you-”
“Sorry, I have to go.” I quickly picked up my purse and ran upstairs, passing all my friends and people trying to say hi to me. 
I quickly ran into my room and shut the door quietly. I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to calm my labored breathing. 
“What the hell was that?” I whispered to nobody. My goal this year wasn’t to make friends or a boyfriend, it was to stay focused on school. And here I was. Standing in the middle of an empty room only thinking about the boy’s lips on mine. I shook away the thought and crawled into bed. “That was fun while it lasted. But you have better things to worry about.”
I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep, swearing to myself I would never talk to the boy again. 
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The next week went by somewhat smoothly. I didn’t get lost on my way to classes and I didn’t get alone with Changbin once this week.
Soon, the sun went down and the sky was dark, signaling it was time to get ready for bed. 
“Hey, y/n, wanna go brush up with us?” I looked over at the two girls but waved them off. 
“Nah, I gotta finish my essay first.” I muttered. I couldn’t focus on anything else when I was in my zone. Typing was pretty much the only thing that made me happy, and I was writing about a topic I was passionate about. 
“Suit yourself.” 
The night went by and finally, at 2am, the essay was finally done. I set down my coffee and stood up. Knowing I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight, I got up and went to use the bathroom. I left the room quietly and brought my toiletries with me. I carefully shut the door, hoping I wouldn’t wake the other two up. 
I walked into the girl’s bathrooms and did my nightly routine, feeling groggy and awake from the coffee- it was a weird feeling. 
I rubbed my eyes and slowly walked back to my dorm. I dug through my pockets to look for the key. 
Shit.
forgot 
my 
key.
“Oh my shit.” I muttered sadly. Now, I felt fully awake and ready to cry. How could I have let this happen? “That’s the last time I’m drinking coffee that late.” I mumbled. 
“Y/n?” 
Oh great. This night just keeps getting better and better. I closed my eyes and forced a smile. “Hey, Changbin.” The suspicious boy raised a brow and looked at me and then at my door. 
“You’re locked out.” I crossed my arms, mirroring his stance. 
“Ok, so what if I am?” I said with a higher tone. Why does he have to be here? Out of all the nights? 
Changbin leaned against his door and rolled his eyes. “Nothing, I wasn’t gonna say anything mean.” I said nothing to his words as we both stood in complete silence. Talk about awkward. 
“Well, I was actually on my way to the cafe. You wanna come with?” I raised a brow at his statement.
“A cafe? It’s 2am!” I exclaimed quietly, careful not to wake the others. Changbin gave me the familiar smirk and shrug that made my heart flutter. 
“You have something better to do?
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The cafe was brightly lit which made me squint to stare at my coffee. I twirled around he little wooden stick and ignored Changbin’s intense stare. The boy was wearing a black shirt with a blue flannel on the outside. He was wearing his familiar black beanie and black joggers as well. He hadn’t changed. 
I took a light sip of my coffee, careful not to spill. “So, why have you been ignoring me?” He deadpanned. I choked. I covered my mouth with a napkin to hold in the hot liquid. 
“Um, what do you mean? I haven’t-” 
Changbin interrupted me by scoffing and leaning back in his chair. “Y/n, I’m not stupid. I know you’ve been avoiding me and...” His voice trailed off, leaving me on edge. “And I don’t know why. I swear I thought we clicked right away. I would’ve have kissed you if it made you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.” He apologized sincerely, but I could tell he also felt a bit awkward and a bit upset with himself. 
I shook my head quickly. “No, no, it’s wasn’t that. I mean, sorta, not really.” I sighed and leaned in my chair. “It’s complicated.” I mumbled. Changbin raised a brow and fiddled with his coffee. 
He said nothing and I’m not sure if I wanted him to, because I spilled m feelings anyways. It was 2AM and I was feeling quite open.
“Ok, so basically, um, the kiss...wasn’t bad.” I noticed the smirk on his face and narrowed my eyes at him, but said nothing. “But...” I sighed. 
He chuckled softly. “But is the worst word in the human language.”
“But I’m just...not ready for a relationship right now.” I said quickly, hopeful not to hurt his feelings. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if I was lying or not. I’d never expected a relationship, but with Changbin, I wouldn’t be upset about exploring one. 
Changbin sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Is it ‘cause of your ex?” He asked. I nodded slightly.
“Well, some about that, some about just...I don’t know, I don’t feel ready.” He raised a brow. “I guess I’m afraid I guess.” I whispered softly. 
I wasn’t sure why I was telling him this. Probably because it’s so late-or early- and my mind was all jumbled and emotional.
At my words, his face turned hard, but then loosened. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. 
We sat in silence for a moments while he took a big gulp of his coffee. My hands were shaking, I don’t know from the caffeine or the anxiety. 
“You know,” He started. “You shouldn’t be afraid of love.” I ignored his words and mindlessly traced the designs on my mug. 
“Everyone is. It’s normal.” I said truthfully. 
“I’m not.” The boy proclaimed proudly. I scoffed and shook my head. “Serious, I’m not. I love love. I love falling in love. I love being in love. I even love just loving.” The boy confessed. I felt my cheeks go deep red by him saying “love” so many times, but I hit them with my sleeves.
“Even if someone doesn’t love you back? Even if someone hurts you? Do you even love then?” I asked softly. 
I heard the worker in the back shifting around, filling up the empty silence. The clock was ticking louder than usual as I was waiting for his response. 
Then, like I expected from Changbin, he laughed heartily and gave me a sweet smile. 
“You plan on breaking my heart, y/n?” 
I felt my cheeks heat up and I laughed awkwardly to cover my awkwardness. 
The boy chuckled and shook his head. The boy opened up to say something, but my phone buzzed loudly. He gestured to me to look at it.
‘dude, where tf are you????’ I shook my head at Jimin’s question.
‘i got locked out im a doofus. at a cafe’
‘alone??’
‘no.. with changbin’
‘..... come back whenever u want. i’ll leave ur key outside. im going back 2 sleep’
‘thanks jimin!’ 
“Jimin’s awake.” I noted. The boy stood up and pushed in his chair. 
 “It’s late, we should get back now anyways.” I nodded, tossing out my empty coffee cup. 
“You’re right.”
The walk back to the school wasn’t long, it was merely a close 5 minutes, probably even shorter because of the empty roads. Soon, we reached our building and were doing that awkward goodbye thing couples do. Expect we weren’t a couple. Not yet. I shook that thought away. 
“No.” I jumped in shock at his random outburst.
“W-what?”
“No I’m not scared.” He looked at me intensely. Usually I would want to run away, but this time, I just wanted to keep this stance. I didn’t feel scared with Changbin, I just felt...at home. Like this was completely normal. 
“I’m not scared of not being loved back. Because my biggest fear is not trying at all.”
At those words, he gave me a small smile and unlocked his door softly. 
“Good night, y/n.” 
I gave him a smile and mustered up the courage to grab his hand and squeeze it, surprising him.
“Good night, Changbin.”
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oceanicstarss · 4 years
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-thinks about John and Shouto's powers/quirks- 😳😳
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