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COPYCCINO — 52: heal the wound

synopsis: soobin has been talking to who he thought was his unrequited crush on messages, only to find out through a visit to their coffee shop that it was in fact not them. not only does he meet the real y/n, he runs into their friend yeonjun, an ex friend of his who he has some unresolved issues with. as soobin and the real y/n are getting to know each other, yeonjun and soobin are working through their misunderstandings, as well as trying to figure out who the catfish was.

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a/n: written (7.9k) + smau. swearing, lots of apologies, probably some mistakes but look away!! this was very long awaited i’m so sorry y’all but copyccino is back, with the anticipated redemption arc ❤️

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y/n walks into the building along with kai and taehyun, not expecting too much. in all honesty, they’re slightly relieved to leave their hotel room after remaining in there for so many days. this is the most normal that they’ve felt, though it doesn’t feel the same. this is barely half of their group.

they just want everyone to be together again. they weren’t even able to befriend each other like y/n had hoped for. everyone being one big group of friends was their biggest wish.

they all greet the lady behind the desk as taehyun reaches for his phone to show her what they can assume was their reservation. one look around and y/n can see what can be appealing about this place. originally, they thought it catered more towards little kids but there are some teenagers and young adults present as well. that makes them feel a little less embarrassed.

y/n follows along behind the two boys and they stand right where the maze begins. there are a variety of occupation rooms on different sides of the building where people can choose which one to enter. a fire station, a hospital room, a classroom, you name it. y/n waits with their hands on their side, their sweater paws snuggling down comfortably.

“so, where do you want to start?” y/n asks casually as they look at their friends in front of them.

“there was a room i wanted to check out,” taehyun recommends while he gestures his head towards the left. “it seemed interesting.”

y/n nods with no suspicion, still following along as it was taehyun they were talking about. he was usually never up to anything without being transparent. the trio begins to head over to the room as kai and y/n follow loosely behind taehyun who seemingly knew the way.

kai remains quiet, convinced that if he speaks up he’ll somehow give everything away, blowing their operation. his eyes trail from the paintings scattered around each hallway before he glances over at y/n, noticing their demeanor for the first time today.

“hey, are you okay?” he speaks lowly in y/n’s space, not wanting taehyun to hear, though the boy was already distracted in trying to find the room to notice. “your eyes look a little red.”

y/n looks at kai for a split second before looking straight ahead again, nodding their head softly. “yeah, i’m fine.”

if you considered going through your texts and photos with your boyfriend and best friend last night to be fine. it hit y/n like an emotional wreck realizing how things currently are. their last text from soobin being that he’ll never stop missing them. they can’t help but wonder if he still stands by that, even now. if he still misses them. the thought made them cry to sleep.

kai opens his mouth to continue to say something else before taehyun announces right in front of the room where they’ve finally arrived. “it’s this one!”

the two boys head straight inside while y/n takes a moment to look at the plaque that’s next to the door.

police interrogation room.

y/n furrows their eyebrows as they wonder what they would be doing here, why they would be interested in checking this room out. still, with a tilt of their head, they walk in with an open mind.

just as it’s intended, it’s quite literally, an interrogation room. black and navy accents on every piece of furniture and walls. there’s a glass border in between two sides of the room. the first side has some chairs where there’s voice machines on the glass for the officers to speak to the suspect. the other side is where a round table is placed, for the interviewers and the suspect to sit. on the left there’s a door to enter inside to be questioned. it’s almost eery how similar the environment is to the real thing, like they’re actually being called in for a crime.

after looking around the room for a while y/n glances at kai and taehyun, who are seemingly having a non verbal conversation. they stare at each other while taehyun has his phone in his hand, looking at it every now and then as if he’s waiting for something to pop up.

“so what exactly do we do here?” y/n questions, almost out of boredom. there’s really nothing much to this room. it’s probably not nearly as fun as the other rooms in this place.

taehyun looks down at his phone and y/n can see the reflection that is a notification on his screen through his eyes. taehyun gives kai a curt nod, and kai heads over to the door that leads the way into the interrogation room. he then grabs y/n’s arm and throws them into the room in a rush, locking the door right after. y/n exclaims in confusion and slight frustration, staring at the two boys harshly through the glass screen. kai seems to be antsy while taehyun remains to be calm and situated.

“hey! what’d you do that for?” y/n protests, having to yell in case they couldn’t hear through the glass. they walk towards the door and attempt to open it, though it’s locked shut. all that can be heard is the door knob jiggling profusely and y/n’s complaints.

as if on cue, the door behind taehyun and kai opens as new guests walk inside.

or a guest.

y/n recognizes a familiar blonde close the door behind him as he faces the front. the space between taehyun and kai leaves y/n to get a perfect glimpse of him.

yeonjun.

y/n’s face that had previously been scrunched up from confusion eases as they wonder what the boy was doing here. kai seemed to have been thinking the same thing as he sends taehyun a widened pair of eyes with an expression, ‘you really got him to come.’

yeonjun slowly heads more inside and makes eye contact with everyone in the room. the expression on his face is something that y/n couldn’t quite make out, or one that they couldn’t expect. yeonjun’s eyebrows momentarily cross each other as he gets used to the scenery and the people here, but he soon drops the struggle and blinks himself back to reality. he does a quick nod and sniffs in some air. it was almost like he was expecting something. like he knew what he was in for.

taehyun walks over to the door that leads into the interrogation room itself and opens it wide. y/n sees his arm stretched out, indicating that someone should walk in. y/n trails onto taehyun’s view and realizes he’s looking right at yeonjun, who’s looking back at him with some caution. taehyun confirms something through his gaze and yeonjun gives him one last look before he glances at y/n. they quickly lay their eyes off of him and find something else to stare at, the ground being their best choice. y/n can hear a sigh escape from yeonjun’s mouth as his footsteps can be heard through the quiet atmosphere. their eyes remain on the concrete tiles and it’s the sound of the door closing and yeonjun’s sneakers right next to theirs that indicate he’s now in the room with them. standing right next to them.

what is going on?

taehyun stands next to kai once again as he checks his phone, waiting for the last person to arrive. kai becomes anxious, being that some minutes have passed already. beomgyu and sieun should’ve brought soobin by now.

kai nervously pans over at the glass wall, meeting eyes with y/n, who wants answers, and yeonjun, who’s unexpectedly rather calm. he lets out an anxious laugh as he sends the two a thumbs up, quickly putting his hands away as he realizes how stupid it looks.

he leans to taehyun with a low voice that’s filled with worry. “where are they?”

“they’re here,” taehyun replies while looking at the messages on his phone, scrolling to the most recent text. “beomgyu said they got caught up once soobin realized sieun was here too.”

that doesn’t bring any ease to kai’s mind. if soobin reacted to seeing sieun suddenly be here, what makes them think he won’t be agitated to see everyone else here too?

“well-”

kai is cut off mid sentence when the door opens widely for the last time, and both he and taehyun straighten their positions as taehyun puts his phone away. sieun walks in first, beomgyu second.

soobin third.

the room starts to get crowded so it takes soobin a while to register who else is here. y/n and yeonjun, who have been witnessing this whole thing, saw the first two enter and can presume who else is here as well. once sieun stands next to taehyun while kai heads over to the door, ready in place, they see soobin crystal clear.

and he can surely see them now.

soobin’s pupils grow large as his mouth agapes wide open, finding the situation at hand to be unbelievable. y/n and yeonjun in the same room, everyone else looking awfully suspicious. he looks at beomgyu with distrust, mentally asking him why he lied. soobin places a hand out in caution, his hoarse voice being present.

“what’s going on?”

instead of looking at the hurt boy, beomgyu sends kai a head nod as a signal, leading to kai opening the door once again while beomgyu runs at soobin and pushes him inside. kai locks the door in a rush to signify the end. soobin bangs on the door while he shouts more questions and frustrations, everyone else disregarding him.

the two boys head over to join taehyun and sieun, who send them a judgmental pair of eyes.

“you could’ve done that differently?” sieun asks in disbelief.

beomgyu laughs dryly as he crosses his arms proudly while he looks at the trio inside.

“it’s not as fun.”

the three were now all together. y/n, who was filled with confusion but slowly started to piece everything together and can only dread where this was going. yeonjun, who seemingly knew where this was going and has prepared for it, open to see where this all goes. soobin, who’s just lost, but his spirit resembles a burning fire. each of them are spaced apart, y/n standing in the middle with their arms hugging their shoulders, their knees barely keeping them intact. yeonjun stands farther to the right, crossing his arms once soobin had entered the room, his demeanor becoming more stern and defensive. soobin on the left and can only remain still and straight, wary of what could happen.

what a perfect combination.

the trio can hear a cough through the incoming voice machine and it gathers their attention. the group on the other side are all seated into their chairs, hands folded together in a polite and professional manner. in any other instance this would be deemed as unserious, but in their case, the tension was building sporadically.

“we’ve gathered you here today-” taehyun begins to address before he’s cut off by a laughter next to him. beomgyu covers his mouth with his hand as he cackles into it, thrown off by the seriousness. sieun hits the boy in the arm and it’s like a switch went off because he pulls himself together with a straight face.

“…because you all need to talk,” taehyun continues, finally encountering the issue at hand. the trio make sense of all this and they continue to consider what he says. “you need to work through it, not just leave off the way you did.”

kai taps on taehyun’s shoulder and gestures on which button he should press on the voice box. taehyun sees that he wants to speak, so he shows him which one. kai adds onto taehyun’s sentence.

“we’re all friends. or we once were,” kai relates to soobin and yeonjun, who each look down at the ground for a second, feeling the words hit them. “if you really cared about each other in the slightest you would do your best to fix all of this.”

“there’s miscommunication going on here,” sieun adds next, her voice radiating some sweetness to lessen the tension. “at least try to understand each other.”

sieun lets go of her button quietly as she looks at beomgyu next to her, expecting him to finish their monologue. beomgyu gets the hint and presses his finger onto the machine, glancing at each of them before he stares into soobin’s eyes in a genuine manner.

“we all made the effort to bring you together. you should do the same to come out through it.”

beomgyu’s voice rings through their ears as the trio remain silent in thought. y/n wants to look at the boys next to them to get some kind of sign as to what they were feeling, but they can’t. y/n goes through each pair of eyes in front of them as they finally land on taehyun’s, who’s looking right back.

“what do you want us to do?” this is the first time yeonjun and soobin has heard their voice in days, and they’re temporarily thrown off. y/n’s voice comes across more small than they had intended, but that’s how they feel inside.

“there’s a table right behind you,” taehyun says as they each look behind them. “just sit and talk.”

“we can hear you,” beomgyu adds quickly with a smile, ready to see the show.

though they were given instructions, they still don’t move. soobin barely shifts in his place and y/n feels too heavy in their own weight. the scene is reminiscent of a group of kids who are too shameful to do their parent’s punishment. not too much of a difference.

“they’re not doing anything,” beomgyu says through his teeth, not breaking his forced smile while he makes sure he’s not pressing the button for them to hear.

taehyun watches in front of them as he sits back relaxingly, arms crossed together, a sly grin on his face. a spark can be seen through his eyes.

“i think not.”

the group glances at the front again and stunned expressions take over each of them. soobin and y/n watch as yeonjun walks with careful steps towards the table and sits down with the same crossed arms from earlier. he sets his gaze onto y/n, one that leaves an impression that he's ready to listen. as if it were some kind of spell, it leaves y/n to head to the seat in front of him, taking their place behind the table.

soobin watches the pair with prudent eyes as he carefully thinks about his decision. he looks over at beomgyu one last time for any kind of confirmation. the boy can only nod in assurance. soobin takes the gesture and glances back at the table, meeting eyes with both y/n and yeonjun. y/n’s showcase desperation while yeonjun remains to be indifferent with soobin. that already seems to be a development from last time. he's let his guard down. at least some of it.

soobin quietly huffs out some air and walks over to the last seat, his footsteps being the right amount of movement. the layout of the table makes it perfect for the group to see the three of them perfectly, none of them showing their back to the front. there was a measured amount of space between them, y/n on the left, yeonjun in the middle, soobin on the right.

another silence ensues as the ball is now completely in their court. taehyun mentioned to the group that they can only guide them so much, but they have to do the rest willingly. he said they’d be there all day if they have to. at some point, the silence will get to them.

soobin plays with his hands that were intertwined in front of him, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. yeonjun stares out onto the flat, round surface of the table, his mind wandering somewhere else with a fazed look in his eyes. y/n wonders what to do, their only resort being to look at kai for some comfort. he sends them a reassuring grin, reassuring enough to bring y/n to say something.

“i’ve…done a lot of thinking these past few days,” they start off hesitant, but it certainly captures the boys’ attention. they look at y/n intently, which only brings more pressure onto them. y/n feels themselves get lost in their words due to the sudden attention and looks over at taehyun for some support. he nods at them softly, encouraging them to continue. it’s with that gesture that y/n remembers the conversation they had with taehyun.

it’s not your fault, if you think about it.

“i think you two have some resentment that you need to figure out before you take it out on me.”

y/n stuns them with their words, y/n even feeling the effect themselves. yeonjun and soobin know that they have issues, hell, everyone in this room knows that they have issues. someone that’s not one another telling them that? the reality stings. maybe the truth can heal the wound.

it doesn’t take long for yeonjun to speak up after that, giving y/n’s words some time to simmer in their heads. he chooses his words carefully and as best as he could. he doesn’t want to hurt his best friend again, and he doesn't want soobin to take something else from this than what he is intending.

“i do have some resentment…towards you,” yeonjun speaks lowly as he gestures his head forward at soobin, who can only listen.

this time it’s yeonjun’s turn to look at taehyun for some assurance, to which taehyun services. now is the time for yeonjun to say how he really feels. he was unable to do that when this all started, his emotions took over him too well for him to be reasonable. maybe it’ll be different this time.

“i don’t know if you know this, but my entire life i’ve been compared to you,” yeonjun starts, barely managing to keep eye contact with soobin, but it’s enough.

“yeah, i know. you wouldn’t expect it, but it’s true. my parents questioned my values and thought yours were intellectual, so they wanted me to be like you.” yeonjun leaves his exposition with a pause, thinking about how to bring this around. everyone in the room waits patiently, with some anticipation.

“and then we went to high school,” yeonjun sits back in his chair as he sighs out a pitiful laugh. “it only got worse.”

“you weren't a loser anymore. you didn’t need protecting, which i didn’t mind doing by the way. everyone only saw the nice traits about you and started applying them onto me. it’s like i wasn’t my own person anymore, i was just your friend. the person people wanted me to be. i knew then that’s what it must have felt like when we were in grade school.”

soobin timidly nods in agreement as he blank stares at yeonjun’s shirt. nothing that captivating, but anything to avoid eye contact. throughout soobin’s life he’s been under yeonjun’s shadow. he got bullied for not being cool, not being like him. high school changed his life. people had a new definition of cool and he fit into it. he had his own shadow at that point, and yeonjun was behind it.

“i didn’t know that,” soobin replies sympathetically. yeonjun’s arms remain guarded as the half smile stays on his face, still staring into nothing. he doesn’t say anything.

“and then i got a girlfriend,” he says with tightness in his voice. if y/n wasn’t engaged before, they certainly were now. this is what must’ve started everything, and it seems like the truth they knew was only one sided. soobin closes his eyes while he scrunches his eyebrows together, dreading the returned topic.

“someone who only saw me for me. she liked me.” yeonjun sits more straight like he’s getting down to business.

“and then you guys met. at the time it didn’t bother me, my two favorite people becoming friends, that’s what i should want,” yeonjun dryly laughs while projecting his voice as if he’s speaking to the universe. “then she started acting differently with me and next thing you know, i’m being broken up with.”

y/n feels the need to reach out for yeonjun’s hand to console him but manages the urge to restrain themselves. they’re in a weird place, it wouldn’t be appropriate. yeonjun leans forward and his elbows place onto the table as his eyes dart onto soobin’s, who still avoids meeting his gaze as he keeps his eyes hidden low.

“because she likes someone else,” yeonjun’s tone is unpleasantly nice, but wicked. “you.”

yeonjun can feel that he’s getting to soobin so he backs away into his seat yet again, dropping the tension that was the enclosed space.

“and then i see you two after school hugging so what else was i supposed to assume,” yeonjun chokes out a dark chuckle, like he’s pitying himself. “thought i was done with you for years, but now you’re apparently dating y/n so something’s gotta happen.”

y/n winces at the namedrop, as does soobin. y/n slowly looks away from their own hands, expecting to meet eyes with their enraged best friend. if looks could kill, they were ready for it. though they were wrong. their gazes lock together and yeonjun appears to be soft. he looks tired, either from being mad this whole time or tired with himself.

y/n thinks about what they should say and manages to come up with something, but the sound of the voice box being clicked on tells them that someone from the outside wants to speak. they turn their head in that direction and see that taehyun has his finger on the console.

“do you still assume that?”

everyone is thrown off guard at the question, realizing that the conversation will steer into a deeper direction. y/n looks over from taehyun to yeonjun, waiting for his answer as soobin remains to look at the front.

“i…don’t want to,” yeonjun says slowly in realization, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. y/n knows this habit and it’s clear to them that yeonjun is being as honest as he can be. “something’s telling me i shouldn’t.”

this fires up an emotion inside soobin which causes him to whip his head around to face yeonjun, who’s been looking at him this entire time. the first time they’ve managed to make eye contact. soobin doesn’t know how to feel. the only word that can come to mind is hope. hope that his former friend will finally be willing to listen to him.

hope that he’ll finally believe him.

soobin’s pupils widen slightly, his eyes searching through yeonjun’s to get some kind of clue. already, he can tell that yeonjun sees him differently. his eyes aren’t full of hatred and disappointment he once had the last time they ever spoke. instead, they’re expectant. asking him to prove him wrong, and not in a challenging way, but in a genuine way.

“i didn’t cheat with your girlfriend behind your back,” soobin starts off. his eyes brim with water, attempting to pull the straightest face he can to prevent them from falling. he hates confrontation, but the fact that he gets emotional enough for him to cry makes him hate this even more.

“then why didn’t you do anything?!” yeonjun impatiently hushes, a voice crack apparent, like it’s all starting to get to him.

“yeonjun,” taehyun warns through the machine. they meet eyes and taehyun raises his eyebrows with a stern head nod forward, his eyes widening slowly. yeonjun stammers out a couple of unfinished sentences while he glances back at soobin. he looks at him with subtle desperation, leading yeonjun to become quiet and nod, signaling for soobin to continue.

“did she ever tell you what actually happened?” soobin questions. this is something he’s wanted to know throughout these years and he finally has the guts to ask.

“yeah,” yeonjun replies nonchalantly. this is the only thing he’s believed after all. “she came by my house later that day to pick up her things she left. she revealed that you were the one she dumped me for and told me you liked her back.”

soobin laughs and tilts his head to the side, petty that this is what min has done. he didn’t know this, but it certainly makes sense that yeonjun could have believed it. he has to admit that the scene between them along with min’s lie, it could appear that way. though, it wasn’t.

“if i tell you what actually happened, would you let me finish?” soobin pleads. every single time he’s tried to explain himself yeonjun had been too upset to let him say his words. judging from yeonjun’s presence right now, it seems like he finally has a chance. yeonjun nods, gesturing his hand forward to indicate he’s listening.

“she did confess that she liked me, that’s true,” soobin starts off. yeonjun winces having to hear this again and he fights the urge to interrupt. “but i rejected her.”

yeonjun slowly brings his head up to face soobin, confusion taking over him. everyone in the room is ready to listen.

“she came up to me and told me she broke up with you. mind you, the whole time i was telling her that she should be talking to you and not me. she wouldn’t do that, told me the damage was already done. then when she asked if we could be together, i said no. i said i didn’t like her back, we weren’t close enough for me to even consider it. even still, i would say no. she got emotional when i told her that and asked for a hug as one last goodbye. i felt bad so i did, i hugged her because i rejected her. when she left the first thing i wanted to do was talk to you, that’s when you came up to me.”

soobin finishes off strong, getting as much of his truth out there. y/n starts to piece everything together and realizes that this story makes much more sense. the way yeonjun has described soobin to them made him sound like someone who didn't want yeonjun to have anything. now that they’re involved with soobin, they know he wouldn’t do anything like that. soobin has been through his own heartbreaks since then. he knows how it feels, why would he ever implicate something like that?

everyone awaits for yeonjun’s reaction, though it’s still not clear. yeonjun blank stares ahead of him and his eyes can be seen fluttering low as he takes this information in. he steadily stares back up at soobin and he’s met with honest eyes. yeonjun’s eyes trinkle with water and he can’t understand why. taehyun might say it’s because he’s finally realizing what the actual truth was and feels guilty for believing anything else this entire time. it’s caused him to lose his best friend and now that he’s here telling him what actually happened, it slaps him in the face. he feels terrible.

“i know you felt insecure before,” soobin breaks the silence while he still has yeonjun’s gaze set on his. his voice is nearly going to crack and soobin feels one rapid tear escape from his socket. yeonjun tries to hold back his, but unfortunately fails. his come out slower.

“but do you really think i would do something like that to you, yeonjun?”

it’s with those words that yeonjun breaks down crying, not bothering to hold back his tears any longer. everyone else is shocked, some of which have never seen him cry before. even taehyun is caught off guard, questioning if he should still play the unbiased straight man or if he should go in there and call this whole thing off. y/n pushes the box of tissues close to yeonjun, to which he grabs. soobin remains still, the only one to be unfazed by this. he always wanted to get a reaction out of yeonjun that wasn’t just rage, or coolness that he was used to when they were still friends. though he doesn't like to see him cry, it at least shows that he’s vulnerable.

“no,” yeonjun chokes into the tissue. he sniffs to regain his composure and barely manages to pull it off. “i wanted to see you as the bad guy. i was compared to you too much that i was almost mad at you. i guess when this happened i had the opportunity to do so and i took it, even if it was unfair. i was just upset.”

“i was compared to you too,” soobin replies as one more tear falls down his cheek. “it was annoying, yeah. but i never blamed you because i knew it wasn’t your fault. you were your own person, you couldn’t do anything about it. no matter how much you stood up for me and protected me, you couldn’t control how people viewed me or you. i was upset too, but never at you. no matter how much their words got to me i never questioned your character or even considered that you would do something wrong to me, because we were best friends. it hurt me that you did, yeonjun.”

“i know, and i’m sorry.”

soobin feels his breath hitch behind his throat. of all the conversations they’ve had it has never ended with yeonjun apologizing. everyone else can feel it too and are just as surprised.

“you were my best friend and i shouldn’t have assumed that you would betray me like that. i was in a place that i’ve never been in before and i didn’t know how to handle it, i only knew anger. then as time went on, i accepted our fate. it wasn’t until recently where i started questioning my actions and realized that i was in the wrong here. i can’t take back what i’ve said to you or what i’ve done, but i’m sorry soobin. i wish i never resulted to that and if i could take it back i would, i’m sorry.”

yeonjun finishes off and the two stare at each other a little longer. they feel a sense of relief take over them. soobin has been wanting to say his truth for so long and finally got to do it, the result being yeonjun believing him. yeonjun’s just been wanting to have an open mind and it finally got through him. though they can’t pick up where they left off, they can at least try to work at it. being in the same room has already been crossed off the list.

“now that i’m apologizing,” yeonjun picks himself back up to continue. he fixes his position so his body is facing his right, facing y/n. y/n feels the direction onto them and prepares themselves.

“i’m sorry for what i said at you too, y/n. i will admit i’ve felt a bit left out lately, you and kai have gotten closer and i felt that you weren’t telling me everything. then when…this happened the first thing i felt was to accuse you of keeping me in the dark on purpose. i thought about it, and yeah, i never told you guys who soobin was, even though i thought i did. you wouldn’t have known. i’m sorry for saying you have the memory of a goldfish and it won’t take you anywhere in life, that was completely messed up and i regret it. i’m just sorry for dragging you into this.”

y/n has managed to keep their emotions together but now that something has been directed at them, they’re starting to feel it. yeonjun looks at them with sincerity and regret and it’s apparent to y/n that he really means it. there’s a hint of fear in yeonjun’s eyes and y/n can tell. he doesn’t want to lose them. they are his best friend, losing one was enough but he can’t afford to lose another because of his foolish actions.

“i was thinking about this situation and i was upset too. being blamed for things i had nothing to do with isn’t exactly pleasing,” y/n confides in their feelings. yeonjun feels the guilt hit him and nods in agreement. he folds his hands together and slightly looks down, only y/n’s words could bring him back up again.

“but i can’t say i would react any better, if it were me. i was hurt when you said those things and i wasn’t sure if we could come back from that, even though i really wanted to. seeing you here it’s clear that you really mean it, so i forgive you.”

y/n’s words end sweetly while they exchange friendly glances, like things are finally normal again. yeonjun was worried it would be the end for them. y/n’s words manage to dry his tears and can only feel the dampness on his face, his cheeks to be stained pink. y/n feels like it’s their turn to disclose some things.

“you’re my best friend yeonjun. i wouldn’t want to replace you with anybody else. i’m sorry you felt like i was keeping things from you, but i swear i had no idea. this is all new to me and frankly, it was complicated. i only told kai because he was there when soobin and i met. i promise i was going to tell you and taehyun once things got more serious, i was just trying to figure out how. i just hope you two don’t think i was being secretive on purpose when i didn’t know anything.”

y/n explains their truth, carefully choosing their words as much as they can. though some of it was directed at yeonjun, it was also for soobin too. at the end of the day, both of them felt like y/n was keeping things from them on purpose. y/n can only hope they understand.

“call me jun, i miss hearing it.”

they maintain genuine eye contact and yeonjun accepts y/n’s explanation with soft words, feeling better than before. y/n feels the weight lifted from their shoulders, overwhelmed that they’re able to call their best friend with his nickname. that was one of the heartbreaks they experienced.

“i need to apologize too,” y/n and yeonjun break their stare as they hear a different voice speak up. y/n looks over and sees soobin looking at them intently. they know what this is about, so they continue to hear him out. yeonjun relaxes into his seat while he listens attentively, not aware of what this is regarding. for all he knows, he only left off on bad terms with soobin and y/n. hearing that soobin wants to apologize to y/n, he can imagine they had their quarrels too.

“like yeonjun said, i’m sorry that i assumed you had anything to do with this. i shouldn’t have blamed you when i asked you to disclose who yeonjun was. i shouldn’t have said you were lying to me. i guess i’ve just been through it enough with yun that this situation just brought up that memory again. it was still unfair for me to do that. i hate that i yelled at you, of all the people i could do that to i didn’t want to do it with you. i wish i could take it back.”

soobin scoots closer as if it’s just him and y/n in the room. he can see y/n wipe a tear away as they look at him with expectant eyes, wondering what else he’ll say. there’s only one last thing.

“but i’m especially sorry for calling you yun. i’ve reflected on it these past few days and i still can’t figure out why i did that. it was in the heat of the moment and i wish i never said it. i really mean it when i say i like you for you, not yun or anyone else. i can see that what i said contradicts that, but i swear i didn’t mean it. i’m just sorry for everything, y/n.”

soobin gulps slowly while waiting for any sign y/n could throw at him. a look of disgust could insinuate they want nothing to do with him ever again. a look of admiration could be that it’s water under the bridge, that they forgive him. y/n searches through soobin’s eyes and soobin does his best to maintain that contact and not break away. he wants to appear as honest as he actually feels.

“who’s yun?” yeonjun asks while glancing at each of them. y/n and soobin look at each other in slight panic, wondering if they should tell him since they’re dumping everything now. as if they’re connected, they both agree to wait til another time.

“we’ll tell you later.” yeonjun gives a small nod, for once not upset at the fact that he doesn’t know something. this experience really turned over a new leaf for him.

y/n gives a side smile, showcasing a dimple that soobin hasn’t seen before. was it always there or did he just never notice? his heart becomes warm just at the sight. y/n nods with acceptance as they lean back against their chair.

“i think we all said things we regret,” y/n comes to a conclusion with insight. “it’s clear we’re all sorry, so it should be left in the past.”

with every word, y/n continues to look at soobin and the two softly smile at each other. there’s room for a new beginning, and it seems like they’ll take it.

“so…are we good?” y/n hesitantly asks, glancing at the two boys in front of them. yeonjun and soobin exchange a glimpse of each other and show a small smile. yeonjun speaks in a tone that he never thought he’d ever express.

forgiveness.

“as good as we can be.”

a chaotic noise ensues and the trio look in front of them, realizing that kai is out of his seat while clapping eagerly. he radiates an emotional audience member after their idol has given an acceptance speech.

“that was beautiful,” he speaks into the voice box. they can’t tell if the quivers in his voice is from him actually crying or if he’s playing some kind of role. either way, it’s the comedic relief this room desperately needed.

“better than any movie i’ve ever seen,” beomgyu adds while munching on a bite of popcorn. sieun looks at her side and grabs the bag, meeting stares with the boy in confusion.

“when did you get popcorn?”

beomgyu smirks as he stares at the trio inside, nodding his head mischievously. “i have my ways.”

ignoring the side conversation next to him, taehyun fondly stares at y/n, soobin, and yeonjun and sends them a thumbs up, the most genuine admiration in his eyes. he was hoping they would work it out and they did. he couldn’t be more proud of them than he is right now, and the trio feels it.

y/n scoots their chair back as they stand up, each boy following their lead. they stand there awkwardly and exchange some lost glances until they look ahead again.

“so…what now?” y/n calls out to the group. they see that they’re sharing some looks of their own, probably not expecting this event to go this far. after some murmurs, kai yells that he’ll let them out, forgetting to use the voice box. still, the trio can tell what he meant to say.

kai heads over to the door as taehyun follows right behind him. they see the doorknob jiggle until it opens, kai showcasing a bright smile to greet them. the trio is about to step foot until they see kai get pushed in, his yelps being heard throughout the room. the door closes shut yet again, the sound of the lock tying it together. taehyun heads back to join beomgyu and sieun and kai sends them a bewildered gaze.

“i think there’s more that needs to be said,” taehyun states as he nods towards yeonjun. they each look at him and yeonjun knows what he has to do as well.

the boy walks closer to kai as y/n and soobin move towards the opposite direction, giving them enough space. kai knows yeonjun is about to speak to him, but he’s still lost as to what. he was only convinced that it would be just them three who was doing the confronting.

“kai,” yeonjun talks lowly and kai’s expression softens. “i’m sorry for what i said to you that night. as you can tell, i was really upset. i used the situation at hand and took my frustrations out on you. just like y/n, i assumed you had something to do with it and that you were keeping secrets too. you’re not a suck up. the truth is, i was slightly jealous that y/n was spending their time with you. i shouldn’t have accused you of leaving me out on purpose, i know those were just mistakes. i shouldn’t have said you were taking y/n away from me. i shouldn’t have blamed you kai, you’re more than welcome to be in this group. i’m sorry.”

kai becomes speechless at yeonjun’s apology. in all honesty, he forgot that he was yelled at too. he’s been focused this entire time on saving the trio’s relationships that he didn’t realize he needed to be apologized to as well. he’s a bit flustered, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. yeonjun knows how kai can get, so he doesn’t take offense. he finds it quite endearing actually.

“don’t worry about it yeonjun,” kai replies almost breathless, a wholesome grin on his face. it doesn’t take long for him to forgive someone. “i just hope you know that you mean just as much to y/n like the rest of us do, if not even more. you still have your spot!”

yeonjun chuckles and looks back at y/n, being faced with an agreeing smile. he looks down at the ground momentarily before his own smile forms and looks back at kai. “i know.”

taehyun feels satisfied with that being resolved and walks over to the door to let everyone out all at once. what he doesn’t know is beomgyu is right behind him, ready to push him inside like the others. taehyun realizes this once he’s thrown in with everyone else, the famous door lock being heard again. he stares at beomgyu with fierce eyes. beomgyu can only return a dramatic wink.

“i’m sorry too, taehyun,” the boy whips back behind him when he hears his name, seeing that yeonjun is talking to him. for once, he’s a bit caught off guard as he’s not expecting an apology either. “i know i gave you the silent treatment after this all happened and that was mean, you didn’t deserve it. i also shouldn’t get petty not being able to call you by your nickname, i know y/n can have their thing with each of us too.”

taehyun is quite pleased hearing yeonjun’s words, finding him to come across mature. he nods at yeonjun acceptingly, finding that this doesn’t need words. they feel satisfied and taehyun looks over at beomgyu and sieun, gesturing that they’re all ready to leave and that they should open the door. the two get the signal and they walk over, as does taehyun. the door unlocks and beomgyu and sieun expect everyone to walk out, only to be dragged in by taehyun with their arms, earning a couple squeals from each of them.

now that they’re in the room, they wonder what else there could be. everyone else is confused, except for soobin. after seeing each of them dragged in one by one earning an apology, he knew he had another one to give too. soobin gives a couple steps towards the pair and they feel the attention being brought on them.

“hey guys,” soobin drags out in embarrassment. “i took out my frustrations on you and it wasn’t fair. i shouldn’t have said i wouldn’t be surprised if you guys lied to me, i know you wouldn’t. you were just trying to help me and i should’ve seen that. i was a total dick to you both and you didn’t deserve it, i’m sorry.”

if she was going to be honest, sieun expected to hear this. unlike beomgyu, she was more understanding of soobin’s behavior so she’s quick to forgive him for it. beomgyu, who was more hurt by soobin, appreciates this more than anyone else. he reaches out for soobin’s hand to which soobin returns, doing their friendship handshake before they pull in for a hug. everyone can’t help but be delighted. they pull apart and beomgyu moves to the middle, ready to announce.

“so are we all good enough to have dinner together?” he speaks to everyone, still in his carefree manner but deeply nervous that they’ll say no. “we were robbed of eating at that italian place.”

the room feels light again and everyone shares a laugh together, each saying some agreeing words. beomgyu’s elated and they all collectively agree to walk out, ready to share a meal together. each of them walk out one by one and as everyone slowly leaves the interrogation room, soobin and y/n fall behind. yeonjun is the last to walk out and sees the two still in their place and looks at them both.

“we’ll catch up,” y/n sends their friend a reassuring gaze. yeonjun glances at soobin and the two share a smile before yeonjun nods and leaves the room.

after the door closes y/n moves in front of soobin so that they're facing each other. they’ve been through a lot lately and today was certainly a day. although they’re on good terms again, they can’t help but wonder where things will go for them. they were dating, yes, but they never exactly broke up.

“so…what happens with us?” soobin feels the need to ask. he’s not exactly worried, the fact that he and y/n resolved things satisfies him enough. he just wants to be in their life, regardless of the title.

“well,” y/n steps a little closer and they’re both in each other’s space. they look up at the boy with big eyes. “do you still like me?”

“yeah, i do,” soobin confirms with a dimpled smile, the one y/n has been wanting to see. “and i missed you.”

that eases y/n’s heart after having the roughest night yesterday. looking through their texts, wondering if soobin still missed him like he said he’d never stop doing.

“i missed you too,” they reply honestly and add another thing more slyly. “and i still like you too.”

soobin lets out a squeaky laugh, one that y/n has never heard before but they love it so much. “so what do we do now?”

y/n contemplates on the spot. though things are well now, they shouldn’t rush into anything. they both need to adjust to these circumstances, after all, soobin and yeonjun have just barely made up. y/n considers yeonjun’s feelings and feels like he needs to get used to this too. everyone needs to feel comfortable.

“i think we should take it slow,” y/n offers carefully, looking at soobin to make sure he seems to be on board. “we both like each other, that’s enough. i think we should take it one step at a time.”

soobin reaches down for y/n’s hands as he intertwines them. y/n closes their lips together in hopes that he’s in agreement.

“sounds good to me.”

soobin and y/n begin to head to the door, y/n shutting off the lights as soobin opens the door, and the pair walk out together feeling lighter than they ever have.

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jazzythursday · 8 months

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Prompts: Nightlight | Drifting | Dried (1489 words)

Wylan is tired

Nightlight runs off of the oil lamps and the club signs that line the streets, spilling out of open doors and casting the wet cobblestones in tones of yellow and gold.

Wylan is cold.

He drifts through the streets of the Barrel like a spectre, like he’s invisible. Like the cold canal water has seeped straight into his bones, and he shivers for too many reasons to count.

He’s not dead.

It’s an absurd thought to have, even more absurd because he’s so surprised by it.

I’m not dead. I think my father tried to have me killed. It didn’t work.

Jan Van Eck is not a man who takes well to not getting his way. If he’d wanted Wylan dead, Wylan has no clue how he managed to avoid it.

It makes him consider that this all might have been some misunderstanding. Maybe father hadn’t meant for him to die. Perhaps he had intended for Wylan to reach Belendt. Maybe his men were simply confused, or they could have been hired by some other party, someone else with a vendetta to settle.

Maybe, perhaps, could have. Who is he kidding? Miggson and Prior are loyal to his father, and no one else hates Wylan enough to even bother with killing him. How could they, when he’s barely left the house in years and his father has only ever exposed him to the public to parade him like a symbol of his good intentions as a humble family man, a single father and a dutiful Ghezenite.

No, this was—it had to be—there were too many coincidences, there were too many factors, and all roads led back to the same answer.

I’m not dead. I think my father tried to have me killed. It didn’t work. Over and over again. It didn’t work.

It makes a funny sort of sense, considering that the only goal his father has ever fallen short of achieving is Wylan himself. Eternal disappointment and failure, no matter how much he poured into Wylan, no matter how much he tried. Wylan failed his expectations as a son, and he failed his expectations tonight as well. It didn’t work.

His father always said his greatest talent is causing problems.

I’m alive.

Wylan is not, if he’s honest with himself, quite sure if that’s a good thing.

He might die of hypothermia anyway, if he doesn’t find somewhere to rest soon. He’s soaked through. His wet hair drips down his forehead and his boots squelch with every step. Already he feels close to collapse, weight dragging him by his joints and lungs wheezing from inhaling water and swimming for hours and also, probably, being nearly choked to death.

Weak, his mind whispers, what are you going to do with a life you’re not strong enough to live? Wylan is too tired to answer it, too cold to care anymore. A numbness deeper than the chill has been slowly setting in since the terror of Prior’s hands around his neck had first left him for exhaustion, and Wylan wants to sink into it like a blanket, protecting him from the harsh bite of wind and the dark night. If he’d cried, he hadn’t been aware of it, and when he touches shaking fingers to his face they come away dry.

He thinks of putting each foot in front of the other, walking as he has for hours, and nothing else. There are too many feelings, too many thoughts, and he has a hunch that giving into them now might just bring him to his knees right here on the pavement. Might finally break him. He clutches the straps of his bag in his hands like his life depends on it, like they’re the only things holding him up.

“Boer, buddy, no need to get handsy, you only need to ask nicely.”

“That’s enough, Fahey, you’re done for the night.”

Wylan stops, he turns to see a man being led out of a club by a bouncer, practically dragging him by the collar of his coat. The man grins like he and the bouncer are having no more than a friendly chat, hands held loosely up and top hat tipping to the side as he tilts his head.

“But the night isn’t done with me, Boer. You wouldn’t deprive her, would you? Me and the night, we have plans.”

“Not here you don’t. Go home.”

“But I’m feeling lucky! Kaz will understand. Come on, one more game, and then I’ll be out of your hair for good, on my honour.”

“Don’t speak of honour where none exists. Times up.”

With that, the bouncer pushes the man roughly off the step, only to stumble gracelessly into the street.

The thing is, Wylan may feel invisible, but his body is as solid as ever, and that’s proven to him as the man’s momentum sends him forwards and directly into Wylan. It knocks them both off balance, and they go careening downwards like a clumsy sack of potatoes. Wylan yelps, back hitting the ground with a harsh slap of wet stone and knocking the wind out of him. The man follows, falling just shy of collapsing on top of him, hands and elbows bracing against the slick ground and bracketing Wylan’s shoulders. He groans as Wylan’s knee jerks up and hits him, tangling their legs together.

His chest rises and falls in heaving and shaky pants. His shoulder hurts where it’d hit the ground, his satchel digs painfully into his shoulder blades. He’s been moving for so long, and now that he’s stopped, everything aches even worse.

Wylan stares up, stunned, and the man stares back. A sound that is not quite a whimper and also not not a whimper emerges, unbidden, from Wylan’s throat.

All at once, the man snaps back into action as if he’d never been still at all. “Sorry. Sorry. I’m—Saints, here, let me—” he pushes himself carefully off of Wylan and offers him a hand. Wylan, still too stunned to do anything else, takes it. The man pulls him up and then braces him as Wylan sways forwards into him, unsteady on his feet. His heart is pounding, his legs are jelly, and somehow, Wylan still finds it in himself to be embarrassed, because even in the low lamplight, the man is the most attractive person he’s ever seen, and Wylan must look like a drowned rat that’s been dragged through the mud.

He takes a sharp breath and it rattles in his chest, making him cough. The man looks at him with open concern, probably noticing for the first time the state Wylan is in. The bruises he’s sure wring his neck, the dark purple under his eyes and blue tinge of his lips.

“Are you alright?”

And, Wylan may be stupid and foolish, but he knows what the Barrel is like. He knows the kinds of things that go on here, knows that there’s absolutely nothing about this situation that’s advisable or safe. But Wylan is tired, and cold, and despite all efforts to the contrary, he’s alive.

And the beautiful man has kind eyes.

Wylan bites his lip, and shakes his head.

“Do you need some help?”

He does, doesn’t he? Yes, Wylan definitely needs help. But he doesn’t respond. This is supremely stupid, and he knows it. There’s no guarantee that kind eyes make a kind person, and there’s every likelihood he could be robbed for what little kruge he still carries and then dumped for dead.

Seeming to sense this, the man smiles, softer than the cocky grin he’d given to the bouncer.

“I promise that looked worse than it was, by the way. Boer likes to play, forgets his own strength. Ask anyone around and they’ll all tell you l have dodgy luck with the cards, but my other references will check out.”

Wylan nods, though he isn’t sure he quite follows.

“I’m Jesper,” the man—Jesper, and Wylan thinks the name suits him—says. “Jesper Fahey.”

“W—” Wylan coughs again, and his voice sounds as ragged and waterlogged as he feels. “Wylan.”

“Okay, right. Hello, Wylan. Now that we’ve been acquainted, need some help?”

“Why?”

“Well, I did accost you in the street. My fault entirely, by the way. Look, can I just—can I walk you anywhere at least?”

“I don’t have anywhere to go,” Wylan whispers pitifully. He looks down at his water soaked clothes. At the space between Jesper’s boots and his. His bottom lip is starting to tremble. From cold or the impending collapse of all his crumbling walls, he doesn’t know. He can’t make sense of anything beyond the cold in his bones and the sense that he is finally too broken to ever be fixed.

A hand squeezes his shoulder gently, and Wylan looks up and into the incongruously kind eyes of this strange but seemingly lovely man. Jesper Fahey.

“Okay, that’s—okay, we’ll sort that out first.”

#I’ll probably post this to ao3 at some point but I’ve been lazy with titles lately #also idk if it’s going places or not we’ll see #a drabble for your troubles?#jazzy writes #jazzy writes fanfic #wesper fic club #flash fic #wesper #shadow and bone #wylan van eck #six of crows #jesper fahey #sab fanfiction #soc fanfic

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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I’ve got you

Mob!Loki x female reader

18+ contains smut Mob!Loki Masterlist

You began to stir from your sleep as you heard the bedroom door creaking open, the light from the hallway outlining Lokis silhouette as he tiptoed in, careful not to wake you. You smiled lazily up at him, already excited to have him join you in bed so you could spoon him. He walked towards the wardrobe as you reached over, turning the bedside lamp on. The sudden influx of light made Loki flinch as he kept his back to you.

“Sorry to wake you darling.” He spoke, unbuttoning his shirt. “Go back to sleep sweetheart.”

“I wanna cuddle with you.” You replied but Loki remained silent. “Loki?”

“Please y/n, just go back to sleep.” He said, shoving his shirt into the wardrobe.

“Loki what’s wrong?” You asked, slightly more awake now. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine.” He assured, turning to face you before you gasped, taking in his appearance. He had a small gash on his head and a busted lip. Remembering his appearance, Loki mentally scolded himself as you practically jumped out of bed before inspecting his face with pure worry on yours. He never wanted you to worry.

“L-loki.” You stuttered, lip trembling as you looked up at him, the cold of the night causing goosebumps to rise over your skin.

“I’m fine.” He smiled, wrapping an arm around you “just business.” Sighing, you switched your positions, sitting him on the bed as you made your way towards the en-suite. Opening the cabinet, you took out the first aid kit before making your way back to Loki. Opening the kit, you took out some cotton wool as well as disinfectant. Dampening the cotton with it, you stood between Lokis legs.

“This is gonna sting.” You warned before dabbing the compress against his head. Loki didn’t hiss or fuss, he let you treat his wound. He distracted himself from the sharp pain by running his hand up and down the side of your thigh. “I don’t like this business Loki.” You finally said, breaking the silence.

“There was a small misunderstanding, nothing I couldn’t handle.” He replied as you stepped backwards, bending forwards to clean his lip up.

“Loki—”

“Really, you should see the other guy.” He joked.

“Loki I’m being serious.” You said sternly, standing back up again as Loki looked up at you. “You can’t just come home in the middle of the night beaten and bruised and not expect me to have questions, not to worry!” You argued.

“I wouldn’t say beaten and bruised.” He snorted.

“For fuck sake.” You huffed, throwing the cotton on the bed as you turned around.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” He apologised, catching your hand as he spun you back around to face him. “You’re too good to me.” He spoke, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. “I don’t know why you put up with me.”

“Because I’ve got you.” You smiled, placing your hands on his cheeks as you leant down, kissing him, the faint bitter taste of disinfectant on his lips. When you broke the kiss, Loki wrapped his arms around your legs, hugging them as he rested his cheek against them.

“I’ve got you too, I love you.” He murmured. You stayed like that for a few moments as you stroked his hair out of his face before you spoke.

“Come on, let’s take a shower.”

“Off we go.” He chuckled, picking you up by your legs as he stood up causing you to squeal as you quickly wrapped your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself.

The water rained down on you both, cascading down your body as you stood with your back against the glass door, Loki knelt in front of you with one of your legs thrown over his shoulder. Your head fell back against the cold glass as you felt his tongue flicking over your clit. You moaned his name, a warmth surrounding you both as you rocked your hips against his face. Loki balanced himself with one hand around your leg as he sucked your clit. Feeling one of your hands tighten in his hair, he quickened his movements, eager to taste your cum. You gasped as your orgasm finally washed over you.

Once Loki had finished lapping up your arousal, he was quick to pin you to the wall as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He entered you deeply, fucking you against the tiled wall as your nails scraped across his back. You felt his teeth nibbling on your earlobe as he hid in the crook of your neck, chasing his own release.

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured in your ear, kissing along your jaw as your head fell backwards. “I love you.“

“Love you too baby.” You panted, one of your arms tightening around him as your other hand wandered down between you both as you started playing with your clit. A couple of minutes later, you came with a feral scream of Lokis name, clenching around his cock as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, thrusts slowing as he spilt inside of you. He continued moving his hips, pumping his cum into you.

Once you both came down from your highs, your eyes met as you smiled at Loki, his black eyelashes looking extra long, now damp with water. You leant forwards, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. Breaking the kiss, Loki pulled out of you before you both enjoyed the shower, cleaning one another, Loki taking extra long as he fell to his knees again, running the sponge up your legs slowly as he looked up at you enticingly. You reciprocated his teasing, hand closing around his cock as you pumped it slowly, lips finding his.

When you finished showering, you dried off before the both of you settled in bed, naked underneath the moonlight that seeped through the window. Just as you wanted earlier, Loki played along to your desires allowing you to be the big spoon, draping an arm around him which was soon followed by a leg as you dropped off to sleep.

Hearing your breathing even out, Loki slowly left your embrace, standing up and picking up pair of pyjama bottoms. Putting them on, he kissed your forehead before turning to leave. As he walked towards his office, he really did think about the other guy and how you probably wouldn’t have treated him so sweetly if you saw the state Loki had left him in. What was a busted lip compared to a bullet hole. Reaching his office, he sat down, opening the draw to retrieve a phone before calling the saved number.

“I took care of our little problem seeing as you were too incompetent to do so.” Loki spat once the person on the other side answered. Leaving no time for a reply, he hung up, putting the phone back into the draw before closing it again. Standing up, he left his office, closing the door behind him as he made his way to the kitchen which unfortunately wasn’t empty despite it being the middle of the night.

“You’re back.” Eve spoke.

“It appears so.” Loki answered unamused, stepping towards the fridge.

“Your face.” Eve mentioned, seeing the faint gash on his forehead.

“That’s from that bastard.” Loki answered, opening the fridge, his back to Eve.

“Your back!” She gasped, seeing the long scratches. That made Loki grin.

“That’s from y/n.” He replied, turning to face Eve with a drink in his hand. His grin only grew wider as her cheeks burned red.

“Oh.” She mumbled.

“Goodnight Eve.” He bid, leaving the kitchen and making his way back towards the bedroom.

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duckit7 · 8 months

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Online Dating Can Be Hard 18

Whelp. It's Friday. We made it another week. To start the weekend off on a high note how about a chapter and maybe a joke.

How do you know when a joke becomes a dad joke?

When it becomes a parent.

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Maybe a little corny but there you go. Now the chapter I promised!

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Sending Kate that text was probably the hardest thing I have done in my adult life. I texted her in the morning and we agreed to meet at her place around noon. The second hardest thing I have done in my adult life was actually going over to her place.

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My nerves were eating me alive as the clock inched closer and closer to noon. I cleaned my house as best as I could. I took a shower and put on nice fresh clothes. And then proceeded to pace my apartment for what seemed like eons. How was this going to go? Was Cam still mad at me? Will he listen to me? Will he tell me to fuck off and never bother him again? No matter what I knew I had to tell him how I felt. Even if he told me to fuck off… If we are on our way out then I’m at least going to go out with a bang.

As I completed my 349th lap around the house my doorbell rang. I let out a long sigh. Now or never. The 10 steps it took to walk down the hall didn’t seem long enough. I filled my lungs with a deep breath to collect myself before opening the door. Cam stood there in his usual git up except this time he had on a backpack with a daisy peeking out the top. My heart skipped a beat. Did he bring that for me?

I looked at him dumbfound for a second before I shook off my stupor and invited him in. Cam nodded with a sad smile. Fuck… Sad right from the start…

“I ah… brought you this flower as an olive branch.” He said after I closed the door behind him. He pulled it from his pack as he lifted it up to me.

“Thank you.” I said with a warm smile as I plucked it from his tiny hands.

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We were silent as Kate rummaged for something to put the flower in. Cam you are so pathetic for only bringing one flower! Most other human men would have brought a bouquet. But you are too fucking small to bring more than just one… The negative self-talk ran rampant in my mind.

Before I could go any further into self-deprecation Kate rounded the corner. I stood there expecting her to pick me up to go to the couch, but we did no such thing. Instead, Kate laid on the ground about a foot from me. Was she trying to make me feel more comfortable? Kate gave me a soft, warm smile as she rested her chin on her folded arms. Her presence was slightly overwhelming to say the least. I didn’t know what to say. With both the proximity and the curveball of laying down, Kate had me at a loss for words.

“Cam…” She began before she looked away. I could tell she was just as uneasy as I was.

“Kate I’m sorry.” I blurted out without even thinking. My abruptness caused Kate to turn toward me. Confusion plastered all over her face.

“Don’t be Cam.” She said with a sad smile. “It was my fault… I never meant to hurt you…”

I nodded and started to rub the back of my arm for comfort. “I was hurt Kate. I was really hurt. And in all honesty, it was because I really care about you. Like really really care about you… Like… I… Love… You…” The words escaped faster than my brain could stop them. I felt both bile and tears starting to pool. I can’t believe I just confessed.

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Did Cam just say he loved me? I felt weightless as I stared at the little man in shock. Does he really love me?! Has this thing just been a stupid misunderstanding? I couldn’t hold back the laughter that bubbled up from within me. As much as I tried, I couldn’t contain myself. This whole thing just us being two fools.

Cam didn’t take my laughing well. Immediately he started to bristle. Cam set his jaw as he stared at me with daggers before turning on his heel and storming off. I couldn’t let him go. Now that I knew that he loved me I decided to be a little bold. Reaching forward I gently wrap my fingers around his small body. Almost instantly I was met with resistance as Cam kicked and punched at anything he could get in contact with.

Part of me felt bad for holding him against his will. The other part of me knew it was going to be worth it. Slowly I pulled my irate little man back towards me.

“LET ME THE FUCK GO KATE.” Cam roared. He was about to scream more profanity but was cut short when my lips pressed softly into his back. All the fight in him evaporated in seconds. I pulled my lips barely off of him as I whispered. “Cam Chaudhry. I am madly in love with you. That’s why I was stupid jealous of Sara.” My breath tussling both his hair and clothes.

Cam whipped around in my hand with shock and awe on his face. “No… You are lying…” he said in disbelief.

I shook my head. “I swear to God I’m telling the truth. I would never lie to you Cam. I really did bring her over because I thought it would be nice. But low key I wanted to toss her out the window when she started flirting with you. Didn’t you notice me getting really quiet?”

“I thought you were getting quiet because you didn’t want to interrupt her!” Cam exclaimed.

I just laughed. “Nah. I wanted nothing more than to pluck you out of her grasp and hold you close to me. I thought you couldn’t see past me being a human so it pissed me off even more when a parvus was doing everything I wanted to do to you.”

Cam couldn’t hold back his laughing this time. “Well I feel like an absolute dick now…”

I smiled warmly at him as he rubbed his tiny hands down the bridge of my nose that hovered millimeters above him. “Don’t be… we both were just clueless fools I guess.”

“You can say that again…” Cam said before motioning for her to come closer. “Come ‘er big girl. It’s my turn to give you a kiss.” How could I say no to such a man. I leaned forward this time letting my lips engulf basically all of Cam’s face. I hoped he loved the feeling as much as I did..

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The kiss was everything that I had imagined. Her soft lips engulfed all of my senses. The only thing I could hear, smell, see, taste, touch or even think was her. The feeling was pure ecstasy. Kate loved me! I just wanted to scream it at the top of my lungs.

#g/t #duck it #giant/tiny #wholesome giantess #cam and kate #angsty #online dating can be hard #happy ending ish #finally friday #now kiss #starting of a new relationship #cute shit

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sanisse · 2 years

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for @medusas-hairband per one of her INCREDIBLE drabble prompts.

Indulge | Elrond x Celebrían x Thranduil

Celebrían enlists Thranduil’s help to give her husband what he’s been craving.

Because sometimes, Elrond just wants to get railed.

Warnings/tags: no warnings for this one. Just Elrond getting his back blown out by Thranduil for Cel’s viewing pleasure. Mild voyeurism kink, mild eldritch peredhil, praise kink, bisexual Elrond and bisexual Thranduil, sub!Elrond, dom!Cel and top!Thranduil (he’s topping, but not domming in this particular scenario). A little rough play and like one light spank to Elrond’s butt. :) mild hair kink. Includes depictions of consent and aftercare.

Spice level: ghost pepper

Minors DNI. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

“Who do you want first?” Elrond pants against Celebrían’s mouth as she kisses him and Thranduil unties Elrond’s sash for him.

“Oh, you misunderstand, my love,” Celebrían says in Elrond’s ear with a wicked smile. “I’m not the one getting fucked tonight.”

She watches in delight as Elrond’s eyes widen in surprise. He stills and looks between her and Thranduil and back again. Thranduil sits cooly on the edge of the bed, unbothered, with a little smirk touching the left corner of his mouth, and tugs the rest of Elrond’s sash free with a playful yank.

“Is that agreeable to you, Half-Elven?”

Elrond licks his lips and nods. Celebrían scoots over to sit behind him on their bed, wrapping an arm around his waist, pressing him back against her chest. Then, she reaches for Thranduil.

Thranduil slides closer to them. She hooks a finger in his silver satin sash and tugs him closer still, until his knees brush Elrond’s and they’re all breathing the same air. She hears Elrond’s breath hitch and she smiles again.

They’ve played with each other many times, but never exactly like this. The three of them had discussed this particular game together, but neither she nor Thranduil had told Elrond quite when to expect it. Celebrían had wanted to give to him as a surprise.

His reaction does not disappoint.

Celebrían watches Elrond’s face, enraptured, holding his head in her lap as he lies on his back and Thranduil pushes into him inch by glorious inch. She’s seen Elrond’s face when she fucks him, but it’s different like this. She doesn’t have to divide her attention. Like this, she can focus on each micro-expression of pleasure that flickers across her husband’s face, watch the way lightning strikes in his eyes the second Thranduil is fully seated inside him.

She strokes Elrond’s hair back from his face for him, smooths her thumb over the crease forming on his brow. Bends to press her lips to his forehead in a soft kiss. Elrond whines and shakes, legs spreading. Thranduil tosses his head back with an appreciative moan.

“If I had known you’d be so tight, I would have fucked you sooner.”

Elrond mewls in response. He’s sinking into that space that he so loves: that space where he isn’t thinking about anything but his physical body, where he can’t think about anything else because he is so utterly stuffed. Celebrían loves watching him reach this state. He looks so focused, so clear-minded, utterly at peace, body trembling like an earthquake in her lap, eyes beginning to leak starlight.

“You look so pretty when you’re getting fucked,” she murmurs, and enjoys the way it makes him blush.

Thranduil groans again. “He clenches when you do that.”

“Oh, he’s a sweet little thing,” Celebrían tuts, still stroking through Elrond’s hair. “He loves to know how good he’s being. Fuck him.”

Thranduil snaps his hips. The force of it makes Elrond jerk and cry out. Celebrían mutters something in full approval and takes Elrond’s hand and squeezes it.

“How does he feel? Tell me,” she asks Thranduil.

Thranduil snaps his hips again and takes Elrond’s other hand, pinning it to the mattress by his wrist, and dips to nip at Elrond’s neck.

“Exquisite,” he murmurs, rocking into him. “Divine. Look at you, wrapped around my cock.”

Elrond trembles and arches up into him and Celebrían says it again, timed perfectly with one of Thranduil’s thrusts: “You’re taking it so well, my love,” and enjoys the sweet whine that her husband makes.

When his eyes start to glaze over, Celebrían slips out from under him and says, “Flip him over.”

Thranduil doesn’t waste any time, he pulls out and scoops an arm beneath Elrond’s waist and turns him, then drags him back by his hips and lands a blow across his ass that rings through the room and makes Elrond jerk and cry out.

“Ass up, pretty thing,” Thranduil commands.

Elrond moans and pushes himself to his knees, then sinks his chest down to bury his head in the duvet and cry out as Thranduil shoves back inside of him.

They make such a gorgeous pair: her husband and Thranduil, and Celebrían marvels at how Thranduil handles him in ways Celebrían herself doesn’t have the strength to do: pinning him, tossing him, rearranging his body for Thranduil’s own benefit as he stabs into him over and over and over, and Elrond relishes every single second of the treatment.

Unconsciously, Celebrían reaches down to stroke herself as she watches them. She’s grown so wet. Thranduil notices and flashes a grin, then hauls Elrond up off the bed by his hair.

“Your wife wants a show,” he hisses in Elrond’s ear. “Look at her while I fuck you.”

From this angle, the curve of Elrond’s body is so exaggerated that she can see Thranduil’s long cock pumping in and out of him. Elrond’s own cock is standing straight out from his body, painfully hard and leaking precum with every single thrust Thranduil gives him. His whole body is flushed and covered with a thin sheen of sweet until he seems to glow in the firelight of their room. Celebrían can’t help but come up to them and push a finger into Elrond’s mouth which he sucks on without a second thought. Celebrían bites her lip at the sensation and fucks herself on her own fingers in time to Thranduil’s thrusts, harder and harder until she’s coming all over her hand.

Elrond comes in the middle of the onslaught with a high pitched wail, bursting all over the sheets. Celebrían gasps in delight and approval, holding his face. Thranduil growls out something lewd about the way Elrond’s body is clamping around his cock and slows.

“Keep your pace,” Celebrían commands, “Fuck him harder.”

Elrond wails again. Thranduil looks uncertain. “I can finish in his mouth. I have no wish to hurt him.”

“He likes it,” Celebrían says with a grin, thumbs stroking over Elrond’s tear-streaked cheekbones. “He likes it when he’s oversensitive and it hurts.”

Thranduil lets out a string of Sindarin curses but stays slow, waiting for Elrond’s confirmation. In answer, Elrond reaches back behind him, grabbing onto Thranduil’s hip.

“More,” he says, voice hoarse. “Harder. Please, Thran--”

In answer, Thranduil latches a hand around Elrond’s shoulder to brace him, draws out, and then slams back in to the hilt.

Elrond chokes and shivers, a wrecked moan tearing out of him. He has never looked prettier, Celebrían thinks. She has never seen him like this, limp, utterly boneless, face pinched and eyes glazed with a heady cocktail of pleasure and pain as he lets Thranduil use his spent body like a toy. She’s usually too tired when they get this far to oblige him.

She reaches down and wraps her fingers around Elrond’s tortured cock and Elrond screams and comes again. Thranduil braces him, keeps fucking him, sinks his teeth into his shoulder. Celebrían pets his ears and praises him, assures him that he’s being so, so good, letting them use him like this, and Elrond soaks it in and, trembling, pushes himself back to meet Thranduil’s thrusts until Thranduil’s panting and his whole chest is flushed red.

“Where can I come?” Thranduil gasps out, half to him and half to her.

It’s the thing Celebrían has been looking forward to most of all: the one thing that’s physically impossible for her to do for her husband. She holds Elrond’s face, catching his eye, wanting to see his expression when she says:

“His hair. Come in his hair.”

Elrond melts.

Thranduil pulls out with growl and pushes on Elrond’s hip, and Elrond collapses to his side on the bed and pants, breathless with anticipation, as Thranduil strokes himself off until he explodes, splattering Elrond’s hair with white: milky constellations against a velvet-black sky.

Elrond twitches, his cock leaking out what spend he has left as Celebrían runs her hand lovingly over the curve of his side and moans with him. His tongue darts out. He licks up a spot that’s landed on his cheek, and Thranduil groans and bends to kiss him.

Celebrían traces Elrond’s spine, reaches up and strokes Thranduil’s hip, simply enjoying the two of them together a minute longer. She’s still throbbing, exhilarated, so so pleased--

“Beautiful,” she whispers.

Thranduil leans over with a wide, generous smile to kiss her. “Thank you for sharing your husband.”

“Thank you for obliging us,” she says against his mouth. Then she pulls back to wrap her arms around Elrond’s loose, shimmering form and draw him up back against her chest. He has split apart into space, eyes star-flecked and bright, form flickering between all of his multitudes: happy, sated, too exhausted to be whole. Thranduil watches him with a measure of rapt fascination.

“It’s normal,” Celebrían says fondly, carding Elrond’s hair (as best as she can when it slips like black mist through her fingers)-- back from his face. “He just needs a moment.”

“And water, I should think,” Thranduil muses, then gets up to fetch him a glass.

Elrond gulps it down and drifts off to sleep still cradled in Celebrían’s arms, and as he sleeps he slowly begins to coalesce. Thranduil steps out for a bath, then comes back in thirty minutes later to help clean Elrond off. He’s always so shockingly tender in moments like these: as he wipes him clean and wakes Elrond long enough for him to drink a little more water, murmuring something affectionate, and then lets him get back to sleep. Celebrían just smiles.

“Will you oblige us again, sometime?” she whispers to Thranduil.

Thranduil’s eyes sparkle with lust and mischief.

“If you insist.”

#elrond #thranduil #celebrían #elrond x thranduil #elrond x celebrian #elrond x thranduil x celebrian #drabble #not an insert #spicy

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senoritacraftyyy · 2 years

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Differents, a Hardenshipping fanfic - Chapter 19: Under Hoenn’s Sky

This is just a main English version of my fanfic “Diferentes” in Spanish. The speech isn’t perfect and many structures can be improve sooo, don’t throw me at the lions lmao. Hope you like it

“Fiufff” Archie sighed falling into bed “I’m full”

“It's normal” said Maxie “The steak you ate was big, man. Eating one of them is inhumane”

Archie got up a little

“Well, in that case the food will have to be lowered, right?” He got up “Let’s go for a walk, come on”

“Oh, Archie… It’s a little late, I would like to sleep early tonight”

The Aogiri shook his head. He understood Maxie’s point, lately the days were moved, they got up early and travelled entire routes until they reached the next city or town. He didn’t want to oppose him either.

“Well, then I’ll leave alone” finished Archie “You know, if you need anything, just write me with the PokeNav”

Archie left the room, leaving Maxie alone. The redhead sighed and took out the Aron he had captured before. He looked happy, so Maxie took him in his arms and put him on the bed.

“Wow, you weigh more than I thought” He musised “60 kilograms, nothing less”

Aron seemed offended.

“Oh, don’t misunderstand me, forgive me” Maxie apologized “You are a rock and steel-type Pokemon, it’s normal that you weight a lot”

He stroked Aron’s head to apologize. Aron smiled a little.

“In addition, lately I’m not getting intimate with people at all” he whispered “There’s a sea of emotions inside me right now and I want to discover it little by little”.

He took out his notebook and pen and opened it on the last page he wrote. Would Archie read all that one day? Hewas hoping not, there were things there that if someone discovers could give him a heart attack and put in a serious predicament. He found it curious how a travel notebook had become a type of diary in which he pointed his emotions and feelings towards Archie or his illusions. He started writing again without a date; he had forgotten the day he continued and he didn't feel like thinking about things like that.

We are in Rustboro city. Archie has gone for a walk to do the digestion, I wanted to stay here to rest and write a little. I don't know what the hell has happened before... Did Archie ask me on a date indirectly...? No, no, it's impossible. He can't like someone like me... In fact, I doubt that he is interested in men.

Aron looked curiously at Maxie’s notebook. The redhead realised and opened another page of the notebook where there was a drawing of Aron.

"Look, here you are" commented Maxie “The truth is that I have been very excited that you have joined our team, I know that together we will become much stronger”

The little Pokémon smiled and curled up on one side of the bed. It seemed that he was going to sleep for a while, so Maxie returned to his current page and continued writing.

Also, he deserves someone much better than me. Maybe someone from his team, or maybe Shelly, her commander. Yes, I think it makes sense. I like Archie much more than I would have thought at first, I recognise it. Even so, what chances would he be in love with me? Null, I know he only sees me as a friend. And that's it, I'm not going to think about something like that anymore.

He felt his eyes closing and decided to save his notebook and pen. So if Archie returned to the room he wouldn’t find the panorama of seeing him asleep after writing in a "travel booklet". And so the dream reached him, falling asleep again in Morpheus' arms.

Archie was walking around the city while thinking about his relationship with the redhead.

"Everything has gone better than expected..." He thought. "I thought it was going to be more chaotic or that we were going to discuss more, but being with him is very pleasant and I like him a lot. We both participate in decision-making and neither I predominate over him nor he predominates over me."

He sat on a bench under Rustboro lights.

"This place is nice, I would have liked to spend it by his side. But I refuse to make him feel overwhelmed by all this" He scratched his beard "What if Wattson is right and I have opportunities with him? No, it's impossible."

That was the only issue that haunted his head those days without being able to avoid it. He didn't understand why he was worried about something that had never worried him before. He also tried to find out Maxie’s attitude, without any success. Archie thought Maxie was an expert hiding his feelings. He could feel sad and show himself as someone who hardly cares about what was happening around him. Yes, it was true that he actually realised everything although he kept silent and kept all the details, without sharing them with anyone. The redhead thought that was a great advantage for him if he had competitors in his goals. I also thought that to obtain new benefits or reach new places you had to make sacrifices. What was it based on? In that Captain Babour's submarine 2 had been stolen but in exchange for staining its name a little more. The same with Professor Cozmo's meteorite or Devon pieces. Maxie considered that being a thief wasn’t noble, so the few times he stole something he felt bad. He also didn't like Team Rocket for that very reason, he didn't see the point of stealing Pokémon and selling them clandestinely or trafficking in them; sooner or later they would escape or someone would oppose and release them.

"He’s also adorable when he sleeps or starts thinking meticulously about something" He continued. "I love the fact that he realises about every little detail when for others would go so unnoticed, as knowing what moves Groudon and Kyogre were going to make that day"

Maxie saw himself again in that darkness that already gave rise to him going to have a vision. He moved through the darkness, looking for a light source like the last time.

"What will it be this time?" He wondered "Another vision about my past, maybe?"

A few minutes passed, like the first time, he wasn’t carrying anything with him apart from his notebook and pen. He wondered why he always appeared with those two objects although he did not find an exact reason. He recapitulated. The first day he wrote in his notebook about what he was going to do the next day, he had his first vision about the Hoenn’s destruction. That vision had occurred after connecting with the Red Orb, therefore the visions had been originated by that contact. He never had a vision before. Nor had his head hurt again like the first day, although he always carried that medicine with him just in case. Little by little the same panel began to appear as the previous vision and Magno approached it. His face light up. He touched the screen and like the other time, the particles of the hologram were regenerated.

"Interesting..." - he musised.

An image of him as a child appeared on the screen. He could be seen sticking his head over the fence of his house, carefully observing a moving truck that had stood near them. He could see a family of three, the son seemed to be the same age as him.

"Archie moved?" he thought "I didn't remember any of this... Now I understand why we went to class together."

In the vision, Archie greeted him waving his hand, Maxie returned the greeting. After that, Archie finished helping his parents collect the boxes of the move and approached Maxie’s fence.

"Hi" the boy said. “My name’s Archie Aogiri, it seems that we're going to be neighbours”

He dedicated a warm smile to which Maxie corresponded. In just a few seconds his presence was pleasant and he felt comfortable with him.

“I’m Maxie Matsubusa” He reached out his hand “Welcome to Lavaridge, I hope you feel comfortable here”

"Thank you so much" Archie replied, giving it to him “Come on, would you like to meet my parents?”

“Oh, it would be a pleasure.”

Maxie left the garden and Archie guided him to his parents.

“Dad, mom, this is our neighbour Maxie” Archie introduced him to his parents.

The redhead was a little nervous. It's not that it was difficult for him to meet people, it's that at first he was scared to be with others until he gained confidence and let go. Then he changed and stopped being cold to become friendly and kind to the people around him. Archie’s parents looked at him, he turned out to be a shy and curious child.

Good afternoon, I'm Lloyd Aogiri - Achilles' father showed up. This is Mireia, my wife.

“A pleasure” Archie’s mother smiled to Maxie.

"I am Maxie Matsubusa, it seems that we are neighbours" He introduced himself “If you need anything or want help, you can tell me without any problem”

“Thank you so much, Maxie” Lloyd seemed happy Maxie him. “Archie, why don't you spend the rest of the afternoon with Magno? You must be exhausted by the trip and so your mother and I place everything at home”

The boy's gaze lit up and he looked at Maxie, the redhead smiled at him and nodded.

“Can I?”

“Of course, we can spend the afternoon together and I show you the town”

“Thank you so much!”

The two children left Archie’s house behind and travelled around the town. Maxie showed him the place of the Pokémon Centre, the store, the neighbours' houses and the two arrived at the Lavaridge Pokemon Gym.

"Wow, a Pokémon Gym in Hoenn" said Archie, surprised. “It's the first time I've seen one”

That confused Maxie. The redhead thought that his new neighbour came from another city in Hoenn.

"Have you never seen one?" Asked Maxie

“Johto's are different from Hoenn's, they have a more rounded shape” explained Archie.

Maxie paid attention. That could be useful or interesting in the future. The Aogiri sat on a nearby bench, Magno did the same and sat next to him.

"We are from Cianwood City, in Johto region" he told him “We had to move to Hoenn”

“What about that? Why so suddenly? Johto is a magnificent place to live, it always appears in the Social Sciences books”

“A few days ago there was a tsunami... “ Archie lowered his head and looked at the ground “Now the city is flooded and no one has been saved, all the inhabitants have had to change cities”

“Wow, I'm very sorry. I didn't know that…”

“It's okay, don't worry. I will miss Orchid City, but I think we will live very well in Hoenn.”

“Now that I think about it... What has made you change regions?”

“My grandparents live in Lilycove city. Years ago they bought a house here, in Lavaridge, to spend the holidays or something like that. When they heard about the flood in Cianwood City, they lent themselves to leaving us the house. It is also much more pleasant to be able to live with them in the same region”

Maxie watched the vision, amazed. The truth is that he didn't remember any of that, he didn't even remember how he met Archie years ago. Had there been a flood in Cianwood? That sounded like something to him, he remembered the incidents he left and the time it took to recover the whole terrain. Currently Cianwood was habitable, had a gym leader again and everything was fine.

"What about this gym?" asked Archie

"It's fire-type, because Lavaridge is very close to Mount Chimney, a close volcano" He explained. I personally know the gym leader.

“Wow!” Archie’s gaze lit up “How lucky, what's his name?”

Magno outlined a tilted smile.

“Lavaridge leader is nothing more and nothing less than... Angel, Angel Matsubusa, my grandfather”

"Your grandfather!" repeated Archie “I would like to have a grandfather who is a gym leader, how lucky you are!”

The redhead wanted to introduce him to his grandfather, but he thought it was still a little early for his whole family to find out that he was getting along with someone for the first time. I was comfortable with Archie. The two children returned to the Aogiri's house.

“It's getting late…” Maxie looked at the sky, the street lights were starting to light up, giving Lavaridge a more romantic touch than during the day “I'm going to ask my parents if we'll have dinner soon, give me a moment”

Archie nodded. The truth is that he was delighted with Maxie, they got along very well and it also seemed that the redhead had no one else to be with. Could he become his best friend?

"Stop, stop..." Archie shook his head a little "Don't go fast, you only know him since a few hours"

But deep down he longed to be his best friend, to be able to go to class with him, just spend time by his side. Maxie entered his house. His father, Aidan, was reading the newspaper on the sofa and his mother, Izel, was just preparing dinner.

“Hello darling” Izel took him to the living room “There's not much left for dinner, if you want you can stay here until it's finished, okay?”

Magno sat on the sofa next to his father.

“What have you done this afternoon, son?” Aidan stroked his head tenderly

Aidan greatly appreciated his son. He had also grown up in Lavaridge, raised by his grandparents. When Grandpa Angel took command of the Gym, he began to move away a little from the family. Aidan thought it was a very bad decision, so his relationship with him cooled down.

"I've gone to show the town to our new neighbours," explained Maxie.

“Neighbours?”

Aidan got up from the sofa and left the house, followed by Maxie. He could see how at the entrance of the house was a child he didn’t seen before.

"Oh, hello" said Aidan “Can I help you with anything?”

But Maxie anticipated Archie’s response and introduced him.

"Dad, this is our new neighbour, Archie Aogiri," he introduced him “They have moved today from Cianwood City”

"Moved, from Cianwood?" repeated Aidan. “That's far away. What about your parents, Archie?”

“My parents... “ He looked around and saw his father placing things at the entrance “There they are, in case you want to go talk to them”

“Thank you”

Aidan went to the house of his new neighbours and reached out to Lloyd Aogiri.

"My name is Aidan Matsubusa, I have noticed that you are new around here" he introduced himself. “It's a pleasure to have you in Lavaridge. If you need anything, you can always come home”

Archie’s father introduced himself.

"A pleasure, I'm Lloyd Aogiri" He said smiling.

The vision ended there. Maxie perfectly remembered Archie’s father. A tall man, with green eyes and black hair like night; his beard had a shape similar to that of his son. His muscles were well marked, like Archie’s and he was a calm man who thought things before speaking, but very nice and helpful. On the other hand, his father, Aidan. His father's black eyes could turn crimson red if he was angry. It was already a trait inherited by all the Matsubusa, from his grandfather to Maxie’s. He was always well shaved and he was also tall. His hair was brown, but over time some grey hairs had begun to appear. He had always been a serious man, but behind that seriousness contracted a humble and pleasant person with whom you could talk about anything. He protected his family and appreciated it first and foremost.

"Is that how we met?" Said Maxie in full darkness. "It's... pretty. The truth is that I have never gotten along so well with anyone before. Archie and I have completely different tastes, but I think that's why we complement each other so well."

Shortly after that, Archie entered the same school as Maxie and shared some classes together. The two behaved well and did not mess, although, unintentionally, the Aogiri got into some mess.

"That's for another time" he thought. "And now, what? How do I get out of here?"

His last question was answered, since the redhead woke up a second later. He breathed fast, as always that happened to him.

"Good answer..." he whispered. I understand how all this works.

He looked at his clock, it was 00:12 and Achilles had not yet returned to the room. He thought about sending him a message, but ended up deciding that it was better to go look for him on his own. He kept the sleeping Aron in his Pokéball and left the room, locking it. Rustboro streets were illuminated by the lights and there were few people. Surely most of them were in their homes or in restaurants. He looked for Archie, but, coincidentally, the Aogiri passed through other streets that Maxie didn’t know yet.

"Where did he go?" He asked "I know that Rustboro is big, but I didn't know it was so hard to find a single person..."

And between street and street, he ended up reaching the end of the city, starting Route 115. It was a beautiful and varied route, in which there was both a wooded area and part of the beach and sea. He crossed between the fences, wanted to explore the terrain they would reach the next morning. He dissipated the calm sea between the trees and approached the intersection formed by the green grass and sand of the beach. He gradually went down the roads and stepped on the sand of the beach. What a pleasant feeling! The moon was reflected in the water, illuminating the redhead's face intensely. The moon was very beautiful that night, it could give some situations a romantic touch. In itself, Hoenn's sky was precious. The roar of the waves made Maxie relax and he forgot that he was looking for his friend. For the first time he had a contact with the sea that he found very pleasant.

"I like..." he thought "For some strange reason I like it."

He just closed his eyes and heard the sound of the waves breaking in the sand.

Archie arrived at the Pokémon Centre, went up to the room and knocked on the door. Nobody answered or made a sound inside, so the Aogiri thought Maxie had fallen asleep. He also found the room closed, and when he opened it and saw that there was no one inside he concluded that Maxie had gone out in search of him. He closed the door of the room again and went out into the streets again to look for him. He travelled the main streets and did not find him. He looked at the time, it was starting to get late, the clock was pointing at 00:40

“Where did he go...?" asked Archie.

He kept searching the city, until he reached Rustboro coasts. He felt like something was awakening in him and instantly turned his head towards the sea.

"The beach!" he exclaimed “The place where land and the sea are in harmony!”

And he ran towards Route 115. Anyone who would see him running through the streets of Férrica would think he was crazy. But no, it wasn't like that. He was Great, Magno drove him crazy, and the simple fact of thinking about him, being by his side... He activated something in him, a pleasant feeling of adrenaline that he contained, because at any moment it seemed that he was going to shout what he felt for his friend.

"Maxie…!" He thought "I love you, and I want to be by your side…!"

He arrived at the entrance of Route 115, and from the fences that separated the beach from the grassy area he could see his friend standing on the sand, looking at the sea, while the night breeze caressed his reddish hair. His face was red, both because of his feelings and because of the warmth and tiredness that his body had generated when running all over Rustboro. He took a deep breath several times and calmed his mind. What if I told him how he felt? Adrenaline pushed him to do it, he wanted to let the redhead know. After calming down a bit, he went down to the beach, taking care not to slip. He stayed at a prudent distance from Maxie, but he was so amazed looking at the sea that he did not even realise the presence of Archie.

“Good night” said Archie “What are you doing around here?”

Maxie was startled and put aside his thoughts. He would recognise Archie’s voice anywhere. Maxie, the undisturbed, only managed to be distracted when the leader of Team Aqua was nearby, focussing on him and forgetting everything else, even his own thoughts.

"Hello, Archie" Maxie replied. It didn't seem serious, nor cold, a calm reigned in his being at that moment “You have found me... I couldn't sleep and I went to the beach”

Aogiri's eyes shone and a slight smile appeared on his calm face. Despite the dark night, the sky was clear and the bright moon was strong enough to illuminate both of them. He approached Maxie and stood next to him. The two were looking at each other, facing each other, while the waves broke in the sand.

"Aogiri's instinct" He said low and smiled “Something told me that you were in a place like this. After all, the beach is the union between land and sea, don't you think?”

Maxie nodded and continued looking at the black eyes of the Aogiri. But they were not completely black, but in them I found a blueish touch, as if it were a sapphire. On the other hand, Achilles found in Magno's eyes a calm, but with a reddish spark, like a crimson tone. Achilles knew that there was all the contained emotion of the redhead, that volcano that could erupt at any time. Ruby and Sapphire were like a mirror of each other. A pleasant silence reigned between them, in the background you could only hear the beating of the waves.

"Maxie, I..." - thought Achilles. "I want, I want to tell you..."

"Archie…” Thought Maxie

But for some reason, the Aogiri was unable to say anything. Had it been blocked? No, there was still something in him that told him to do it. He gestured to take the redhead's hand, but he turned his eyes away, freeing himself from the spell of Achilles' gaze. He turned and looked back at the sky.

“You know? Before I had another vision” Said the redhead.

Shit!! Achilles almost succeeded, he was about to do it, but he was forced to withdraw his hand so the redhead did not realise his intentions.

“S-seriously?” asked Archie.

His heart was so fast, after that failure of not having been faster, he had to recover and continue with a cold mind, he could not lower his guard like this.

“Yes” confirmed Maxie “I didn't remember that you had moved due to a flood in Cianwood”

The Aogiri bowed his head.

"It happened when I was little, we had to leave everything behind..." he whispered “But we arrived to Lavaridge and met you.”

“I showed you the town, you met my parents and Lloyd and Aidan became friends” The redhead smiled “The truth is that it was a good day, you and I got along well from the beginning”

“My father was delighted with you, I remember that. You made a very good impression on him”

He kept telling him the vision. It was strange to Archie that his friend did not remember that important moment in the lives of both, nothing more and nothing less than the day they met.

“I see…” mused Archie “So another vision about us and how we met…”

Maxie nodded.

"I wanted to tell you something, Archie" began Maxie “I've been thinking about it for a long time.”

Archie’s heart began to accelerate and his face turned red. Was the time come? Would Maxie confess that he felt something for him?

“You're not as bad as I thought…” He whispered “You are a very good friend, I already understand why you and Team Aqua are so united”

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Archie screamed inside, but tried to stay calm

At first he didn't say anything, it had been a very hard blow. But there was still something in him that told him that everything was not lost. The way he had looked at him before... That wasn't normal in him, I knew there was something else he wasn't seeing.

“You too…” He dispelled an opportunity to open up and say what he felt, but he didn't because he thought he didn't come to mind “You are much kinder than I originally expected. Maxie, maybe you're cold and serious at first, but you're also very kind and have a good heart…”

He wanted to say something else, but he did not find the words to express it, it seemed that if he did not control he would end up talking about his feelings.

"Thank you" said Maxie simply, dedicated a smile to him and looked back into the Aogiri's eyes.

Again, Archie blushed and also looked at Maxie, getting lost in his eyes. Time passed and both were still illuminated by the moon under Hoenn's sky.

“I want to kiss you... but it isn’t the time yet..." thought Maxie

Time was passing, it was getting late. Maxie looked at his watch... It was so late! His eyes opened like plates, that caught Archie’s attention.

“What's up?” he asked.

Maxie said the time.

“It's very late, we should go back…” he musised.

The clock showed 1:20, which was much later than they expected.

“Let's go back, Maxie…” Archie turned around and began to walk towards Rustboro

Maxie followed him and stood by his side. On the return trip his hands rubbed several times, and Archie wanted to take his hand, but he restrained himself. Again he doubted whether Maxie felt the same way about him or saw him alone as a friend. They then arrived at the Pokémon Center and entered his room. If the two were exhausted by the busy day, now they were even more exhausted by that night walk full of emotions. The Aogiri wanted to tell him how he felt, but something about him prevented him from doing it just in case. Maxie sat on his bed and looked at Archie once again before turning off the light.

"It's been a good day" said Maxie. “And a good night”

“Yes…” Archie laid down “Good night, Maxie”

“Likewise, Archie”

The truth is that he really appreciated him. He really wanted to tell Archie what he felt, but he never found the courage to do it, which pushed him back. And the two fell asleep.

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Author’s note in the original chapter in Wattpad:

Hehe, sorry for making you suffer. I was planning this chapter for one of the first ones. Is one of my favourite, I love that Maxie suddenly changes the conversation theme HEHE. Let’s do a fast game: How many years do you think I have?

Link to my story (in Spanish): https://www.wattpad.com/1235607778-diferentes-hardenshipping-magno-maxie-x-aquiles

#hardenshipping #magma leader maxie #oras maxie #pokemon #pokemon maxie #archie pokemon #pokemon archie #team magma maxie #archie x maxie

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briamichellewrites · 8 months

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Bria hated Brad and wanted nothing to do with him. Mike understood the situation as him just wanting a friends-with-benefits relationship. He reached out to him to get his side of the story. Bria saw things in black and white, so he thought she was maybe overreacting. Brad repeated what he told her. He didn’t expect her to get upset about it. What did he intend to mean? He thought they had different definitions of what love was. To him, he thought she loved the idea of him.

The more he explained it, the more he realized that it was a misunderstanding. He simply meant that he was nothing more than a guy she hooked up with every once in a while, even though he truly cared about her. What did he want from her? He wanted to be her boyfriend, though that would never happen because it was inappropriate. Did he love her?

Yes, he loved her as much as her friends loved her. He thought she was one of the most beautiful and amazing women he ever met. Yes, he made a lot of mistakes with her and he never deserved her. Time after time, she always came back to him and he never knew why.

“Because she sees who you are. She loves you because of the person you are. It’s not your name or your fame or anything like that. She couldn’t care less about that. What she’s attracted to is how you treat her. Everything is about you. There are things you don’t see about yourself that she sees in you. She might not understand your definition of love because she never learned it growing up. I’ll talk to her about what you said and I’ll see if I can convince her this is a misunderstanding.”

He appreciated that. Mike knew how complicated her illness was. Not everyone was compassionate or patient. Sometimes he got impatient with her and he was told he had the patience of a saint. He could handle almost anything, aside from racism and intolerance. After ending the phone call, he heard her voice in the living room, along with one of the cats meowing.

He walked out and saw her with Bon Jovi on her shoulder. She was holding her like a newborn baby with her hand supporting her head. Bon Jovi looked happy being in her arms. He laughed when he saw them. Meow. Hi, human! He scratched her head. That feels good! She had been crying, but she looked happy holding her cat. Could he talk to her about Brad? Which one? Brad Pitt. Okay. They went to the couch and sat down. He just got off the phone with him and he wanted to tell her what he said.

Brad, I talked to Mike. I take full responsibility for saying our friendship was over. Brad read the apology text Bria sent. It was sincere and well thought out. He could feel her remorse. When she said it, he was hurt. After talking to Mike, he started seeing her perspective.

He called her to talk. They both admitted fault and they both apologized. He then admitted that he did love her. It was the kind of love that made him want to take her out on a real date and have a relationship with her. He never pursued that relationship because it was inappropriate. The reason why he didn’t tell her was because he didn’t want her to get hurt.

She was one of the most beautiful and amazing women he ever met. He spent thirty-six years of his life not knowing what he had before he met her. She was the only person who could threaten to kick his ass and call him an asshole. That made her laugh.

“I love you. I just want you to be happy, even if it’s not with me. Friends”

“Yes. You are an asshole but that’s why I love you.”

He laughed. After hanging up, she texted Jon and apologized for oversharing. If she freaked him out, she completely understood if he wanted nothing to do with her. He laughed and replied to her. No, she didn’t over-share and no, he wasn’t freaked out. Being with her was one of the best nights of his life. He meant everything he said about wanting to see her again.

Brad, please talk to me. – Bria

I’m not angry if that’s what you’re worried about. I need some time to myself to think about this relationship. – Brad

Okay, fine. Whatever. Fuck you. Chester was downstairs talking to the animals after coming over. Brad pissed her off, so she was on a rollercoaster of emotions. He and Mike came up to see how she was doing. She replied that she was pissed off again. One… two… three. Deep breath. What happened? Brad was being a fucking asshole. He was rethinking their relationship. Brad Delson? Yes.

“Do you want someone to talk to or do you just want to be angry?”

“I just want to be angry.”

“Okay. You know where to find us.”

Chester had to laugh, which he did after they came back downstairs. Mike laughed, as well. The band would be coming over shortly to hang out and go through what they had recorded so far. She could stay in her room if she was going to be in a bad mood. He didn’t care. Bon Jovi said hello to them when they came back into the living room. Chester knelt and petted her. Hi, human.

Bria came down after an hour. She said hello to everyone before telling Mike she was going to hang out with Brad. He told her to have fun. After she left, Phoenix asked what was going on with her. Usually, she would want to hang out with them. He told them she was just having a hard day and was moody. It was better to let her be. Brad knew it had something to do with him telling her he needed space to think about their relationship.

Why? He didn’t know. Because he was tired. He was tired of not feeling like he was good enough to be her boyfriend. She could have any guy she wanted. He was insecure. Did he think she was cheating on him? Yes, he did. It hurt him to think about her being with other men. She was very sexual and she needed someone who could keep up with her.

He loved being with her in bed, but he couldn’t do it as often as she wanted. Brad welcomed her inside. They went up to his bedroom and he closed the door. He kissed her and she wrapped her arms around him. I love you. She loved him, too. They went to his bed and he sat in the middle. She came over and straddled him. He was going to love her body like he never had before. They were going to be exhausted but satisfied when they were done.

When she came home later, Mike realized something was off. She had taken a shower. He sighed and told her that he hated cheating. She had to be the one to tell Brad and no, he was not cleaning up her mess. Not this time. She didn’t say anything. Instead, she went up to her room.

He and Chester went up to check on her later. She was on her bed with Bon Jovi laying next to her asleep. How was she doing? She hated herself. They walked in and went over to her. She just wanted the day to be over. Did she talk to Brad? Yes, he broke up with her. He apologized with compassion. It was her fault. Brad invited her to live with him and be his girlfriend. She was caught between wanting to do that and not wanting to hurt him.

“That’s your decision. Think hard about it for a week. Don’t do it impulsively. You and he should talk about setting boundaries and rules for moving in together. I didn’t like him because of the times he broke your heart. I’m still a little unsure but I’m open to being proven wrong. I’m rambling”, he looked to Chester for help.

“We don’t want you to get hurt again. Find someone who won’t make you cry.”

Thank you. “What he said. We’re all tired. Let’s finish this conversation after a good night’s sleep.”

Ok. They hugged and said good night to her before leaving. Mike was exhausted from the roller coaster ride of emotions they had been on the entire day. Chester offered to get them food delivered, so he didn’t have to cook. He was so grateful for that and thanked him. You’re welcome. They kissed before going into the kitchen.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia @boricuacherry-blog

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Nutella Waffles (overhearing and misunderstanding a conversation/situation) MODERN AU ANGST

Characters: Childe, Kazuha, Thoma, Albedo, Kaeya, Zhongli, fem!reader

Warnings: not proofread :D, cheating, fighting, insulting, misunderstanding (duh), pregnancy, sexual innuendos, implying sex, mentions of sex, still SFW though, of course I bent the lore since it’s an AU

Notes: I had trouble with this so I decided to make it a modern AU. That’s also why it took so long. I think my brain is starting to run dry XD I mean, there’s only so much situations/conversations I could think of that could be misunderstood. Still, enjoy!

Childe

"Ah, sorry, Y/N, I can’t walk you home today... Maybe tomorrow?” Childe smiled at you, scratching the back of his head, his school bag swung over his shoulder already. He looked like he was in a hurry.

It’s been a few days like this and you really didn’t know what was happening. You asked him if he needed help with stuff at home or if he was having a hard time with his homework and if that’s why he was always rushing off. He would just give you the same smile and wave a hand. “It’s nothing like that,” and then off he’d go.

The next day, as you walk towards his classroom during lunchtime you hear him and his friends talking before you even reach the classroom door.

“Zoe is totally cute,” Childe says. The voice he uses is something that he’d never used on you before. You freeze in your tracks and try to listen in more. “Wow, she really is! Great job picking her!” one of his friends said and it sounded as if they’d hit Childe on the back as a congratulations. “Let me see, let me see,” another one says followed by a gasp. “Have you taken her out yet?” Childe laughs nervously and you know all too well without even looking at him that he’s probably scratching his head. “No, not yet,”

“Does your girlfriend know yet?” Someone else asks.

And then you hear a laugh that’s all too mischievous. All too playful. All too heart-wrenching. “She doesn’t know!” and they continue to laugh.

You turn away and try your hardest not to let tears escape from your eyes. It felt as if you were being laughed at. Like everyone knew that he was cheating. Everyone except you. It doesn’t help that there was a Zoe in the other class too. The way his friends laughed made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and the tears you were so desperately holding back to finally flow through.

You ended up staying in the washroom for the whole of lunch time, staying in a cubicle for an extra few minutes, late for the next class.

Somehow you didn’t expect Childe to still show up in your classroom to pick you up for the day and walk you home. You stare at him at the classroom door, your eyes had already gone back to their normal shade, but still glossy. He doesn’t notice, he has a big smile on his face that mocks you. Ridicules you.

“Y/N! Let’s go together today!” Does he feel guilty? Is that why he finally agrees to walk home with you? Cause he’s had his fill of Zoe already? You don’t say a word and exit the classroom, going past him. Childe blinks, and turns to watch you walking away from him. “Y/N?”

He walks after you, and takes his place next to you. He touches the strap of your backpack, as usual, and says “I’ll take this--”

“I got it,” you reply curtly and move away from him. He’s dumbfounded, eyes still a little wide at your sudden coldness. Now he’s getting anxious. Did he do something wrong? “H-Hey...Y/N, are you mad because I didn’t walk home with you the past couple days? See, I was just--”

“I’m not that petty!” You nearly growl at him, holding his gaze for a few seconds before walking off again. Your eyes are starting to prickle with more tears. You just wanted to get home. As soon as you can. Away from him. You didn’t have the heart to break up with him face to face. You liked him too much, you knew you wouldn’t be able to do it while looking at his handsome face.

Then, he snatches your wrist and pulls you back towards him. The school hallways are emptying out, there’s a few students walking by who ignore the two of you. “Then what’s the matter? I don’t like it when we fight. At least tell me what I did!”

You wrench your wrist away from his and start sniffing. He stands there, shocked at where your tears are coming from. Until you start talking. “I heard you, during lunch time,” his eyebrows furrow. “Lunch...time?” He mumbles, not following. “When you were talking about your cute Zoe!” He doesn’t say anything for a moment and that only confirms your fears.

He’d been looking at other girls, and probably wanting them.

“...Y/N, Zoe is...” Childe scratched his cheek, averting his eyes away.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you try to turn away, but he doesn’t let you and holds your shoulders with his hands, staring straight at you. “My dog,” You were crying at this point, and when you hear his next words your eyes narrow. “W-What?”

“Zoe is my new dog,”

“B-But your friend asked if you took her out yet...”

“Yeah,” Childe tilted his head, “for a walk?” As you start to connect the dots he takes out his phone and shows you the picture of a cute miniature poodle, it had a collar and a silver tag on it that said “Zoe”. You thought that you might cry again at how cute she was but you just glare up at Childe. “Well, I didn’t tell you cause I was gunna surprise you. I’ve been going home early these days cause we had to go visit the pound a few times and finalize the papers and everything...”

“I-Is that true? Is that all it is?” You sniff, now wiping your stupid tears away. Childe smiles down at you and takes your hands away from your face, replacing it with his, thumbing away the streaks of wetness. “Y/N, no one can ever replace you,” you sniff and let him dote on you. You’d been missing him for a while anyway.

“...Well except Zoe, maybe Zoe can,” he’s clearly teasing you and you don’t hesitate to lift your fist and punch him on the shoulder, earning a small “Ow,” from him followed by a laugh. “I’m just kidding, how ‘bout you come over and visit her today? It’s only her second day home!”

Thoma

You’d made an appointment with your friend a long time ago. Just a quick lunch and catch up date. Thoma had graciously volunteered to drive you to the mall where you were meeting up with her.

“You sure you don’t need me to pick you up? It’s Saturday. I’m free,” he flashes you a smile, his eyes darting towards you only for a second before going back to the road. “I’ll be fine hun, I’ll take the bus home,” you reply to him.

Halfway through your journey he says that he needs to buy something from a convenience store, and so he parks the car properly and grabs his wallet. His phone is on the car phone stand and you pay no heed to it until a soft ‘ding’ makes you pick your head up to look at the screen.

Your best friend’s name pops up, she’s messaged him and your blood runs cold.

“I’ll come over when Y/N’s gone,” the message read. Your heart is already at your throat, and you don’t know what to think. What is this make-believe situation that you’re suddenly in. Is this really happening? Your eyes dart upwards to look at the door of the convenience store. You could see Thoma was still looking at the shelves.

You gulp and you wonder what the right thing to do is. Invade his privacy and peek at his messages? Let it go? Confront him? Cry? Another ‘ding’ fills up the car.

“How long is she going to be out? The longer the better. So...” you couldn’t read the rest of the message, it being cut off but you were already spiraling down the hole of despair. How could he? Your sweet and loyal Thoma ended up going behind your back with your best friend. You thought you were going to be sick, you actually had to roll the windows of the car down to get some fresh air, just as Thoma came out of the convenience store door with a plastic bag.

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t even be in the same space as him. You were going to cancel today with your friend, you didn’t think you’d be able to function properly. When he sat on the driver’s seat and saw you looking out the window, he didn’t think much of it and revved the engine up. “Ready hu--”

“Take me to my sister’s place,” Thoma blinked and turned to you, confused. “But, what about your lunch date today, dear?”

“I don’t feel like going. My sister’s place is nearby, just drop me off there,” Your hands were already typing a reply to the friend that you were about to stand up on, but you couldn’t even think of what to do or say.

“Dear is everything okay?” He asked while backing the car up, arm outstretched to your side while he’s looking at the rear. He was appalled by your sudden mood change. You didn’t answer but he hears you sniff and he immediately stops the car again. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” He’s alarmed that you’re crying and he reaches to cup your chin and tilt it towards him but you move your face away from him.

“Y/N?” he asked, the confusion in his voice is actually genuine and you can hear a bit of panic in it. “How long have you been seeing Aya?” you spit the words as if they’re poison and the car is quiet. You laugh bitterly. “I thought so, cat got your tongue, huh?”

Thoma shook himself out of his confusion to say, “No, wait, I don’t know what you mean,” You scoff at him. You’re shocked at the amount of resentment you had, you trusted this man and yet this is what happens. “Yeah? Why is she sneaking into our house then?” You point at his phone, the screen is still lit up because of the messages and there were more coming in from your best friend.

Thoma snatches the phone away from the stand and looks at it. Then, he deflates and slumps back on his seat. “Y/N, it’s not what you think,” You hate that line so much. You cross your arms and say, “Just drop me at my sister’s house,”

“Y/N--”

“NOW!”

The drive was quiet. You didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to push you but didn’t want to drop you off to your sister’s without explaining as well. So, just before your sister’s block, he parks on the side and unbuckles his seat belt, then opens your side of the door. “Y/N, listen to me,” he’s rarely this assertive, but you still don’t listen. He’s blocking your escape path.

“It’s your birthday today,” Thoma starts and you blink, completely forgetting about it. “Ayu is sneaking in our house while you’re gone because we were going to set up a surprise for you.” He says slowly, as if he’s talking to a child. Your eyes widen, and you relax in your seat. He gives you his phone and urges you, “Go on, Y/N, you know my passcode right? I don’t hide anything from you, you can read the rest,”

You hesitate, but accept his offer and type it in.

“How long is she going to be out? The longer the better. So we can set up the balloons,”

“I got the cake don’t forget the candles and lighter,”

Thoma picks up his other hand that had the white plastic bag from the convenience store, he picks up the two items from inside. Birthday candles. And a lighter.

Your mouth opens, but you can’t say anything and you only bury your face in your hands out of shame. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry Thoma, I--” He manages to let out a laugh and kisses the top of your head. “I’m so stupid. I trust you, I really do, I just--” now you’re not sure if you’re crying out of relief or embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” You can’t say anything else and he only kisses you on the forehead again.

“It’s alright, you can make it up to me by going on that lunch date, okay? You deserve the rest. You haven’t cancelled yet have you? Let’s freshen up at your sister’s place and I’ll send you to the mall,”

You nod your head, small smile on your face. This was gunna be one story to tell in the future.

“Oh and it would help if you act surprised when you come home,” Thoma adds with a full laugh that you join in on.

Kaeya

"So how are you and Y/N?”

It’d only been a couple of months of the two of you dating. Kaeya was handsome, gallant and he knew exactly what to say to people. It wasn’t a secret that he was quite popular in school.

Little old you was just another girl in just another class.

“Good, I think,” Kaeya responds, you smile around the corner, hidden from sight, knowing that he was taking a juice box break with his friends. “It’s a little annoying though,” your smile drops and your head tilts sideways in question. “I can’t keep her away and she doesn’t even realize how annoying it is,”

Keep me away? You think. Am I too clingy? You hear them exchange words a bit more, but none of the other words process in your head. Their laughter spurs you out of your thoughts and you return to your classroom dumbfounded.

When the bell rang for dismissal you immediately packed and walked home by yourself. Kaeya was confused when he arrived at your classroom door, and found that you weren’t there anymore. “...Hey, did Y/N go home?” he asked one of your passing classmates. “Yeah, she went out pretty fast,”

Now he was worried. Did something happen at home? He takes his phone out as he’s out the school building, tapping your name and calling, only for the call to not even connect. His brows furrow but nonetheless, he goes home for today and types in a message for you.

“Hey, you okay? Talk to me if you need something,”

The next day, when he usually waits outside your door for you to come out, he realizes that you’re a little late and further realizes that you weren’t going to come out. He wasn’t about to knock on your door, your parents didn’t know about him yet.

He tries to call you again but he’s met with the same result as yesterday. He sighs and looks up at the sky while he’s walking. He hasn’t seen you for nearly a full day now, and he doesn’t realize how long a full day is until now. He just wants to see your smiling face again and he starts to wonder if he’d done something wrong.

By lunchtime, he’s sprinting towards your classroom as soon as the bell rings, wondering if you were there. Indeed, finally, he spots you in your classroom and his shoulders slump in relief only to tense up again when he sees a guy in your class talking to you, and you, smiling happily.

“Y/N,” he calls out to you, waving his hand. You look away from your conversation to him and he notices how your smile turns into a tight line on your face. His own smile drops, but you walk out of the classroom anyway and address him. “Yes?” He blinks down at your tone of voice. “U-Uh... Wanna have lunch together?”

“...But it’s annoying that I’m clingy right?” The two of you unconsciously move away from the door to out in the hallway, so that you’re not blocking the way of people coming in and out. He narrows his eyes in confusion. Where is this coming from? “I--No, what do you mean? I never said that,”

“Yesterday, you said you can’t keep me away and it’s annoying,” you averted your gaze, feeling your eyes start to water. Kaeya reels back a little, replaying things in his mind, trying to remember if he said something like that. And, with a light bulb moment, his face breaks into a grin and slight laughter. You glare up at him, “What? It’s funny?”

Kaeya places a hand on your shoulder and explains while smiling. “Y/N, you didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation, did you?”

---What really happened---

“It’s really annoying though. I can’t keep her away and she doesn’t even realize how annoying it is,” he sips on his juice box again.

One of his friends pipe up, “Dude that’s a little harsh,”

Kaeya blinks. Once, twice and thrice. Until it dawns on him. “Oh, no, I meant that I can’t keep her away from other people,” he grins and leans both his elbows on the windowsill. “She doesn’t realize that she’s super friendly, and other people like talking to her a lot. Whenever I go to her classroom she’s always talking to different people.”

His friends make a sound of understanding. “I wish I could just keep her to myself,” and continues sipping on his juice.

“That’s really cheesy, even for you, Kaeya,” one of his friends say and the lot of them starts laughing.

---That’s what really happened---

It was your turn to blink at him, confused. “S-So...”

Kaeya pats your head and smiles. “You can ask my friends if it makes you feel better,”

A small blush crosses your cheeks and you duck your head to hide it. It earns yet another chuckle from him. Your moment is interrupted by another guy who approaches the two of you. “Hey, Y/N, if you’re free, do you think you could help me out with this? I don’t really understand it,”

Kaeya just looks at the guy and sighs, then turns to you again. “See what I mean?” to which you just goofily smile at.

Kazuha

“You saw what?”

Your hands freeze, holding the book you were reading open. The living room had gotten lively again, seeing as your little brother had come home from school. “I saw Kazuha with a girl,”

You try to keep your face composed. It was a school day. You’d stayed home because you weren’t feeling too well. Your brother was saying it without a care in the world. He was just a grade schooler and telling you about the things he observed. He was looking through the fridge for something to drink.

You didn’t ask more, but you were DYING to know more. Kazuha didn’t mention going anywhere today... You picked your phone up and wondered if you should ask him. Your phone had blown up this morning cause he didn’t see you at school and he was wondering if you were alright.

But it seems that Kazuha himself was having a grand time too.

“So...T-The girl...Did they look close?”

Your little brother closes the fridge and looks at you while drinking from a milk carton. “Mm...They were holding each other...” You bit your lip as tingles run down your spine. They weren’t the good kind. It was the kind that you get when you watch horror movies and or a drama movie and a revelation had just happened. You were silent for a moment, but in your mind you were already thinking of how Kazuha looked with another girl. Holding each other? What did your brother mean? Like...hugging? Or...? But you couldn’t ask him about that, could you?!

You sighed out loud and slammed the book you were reading down on the table, just as your phone started ringing. “Kazuha,” you whispered under your breath and looked at your phone screen. Well...you believed in him, and you thought the best way to clear this up is to talk to him about it.

So, you grabbed your phone and retreated into your bedroom to talk to him. You picked up the call, “Kazu-kun?”

“Y/N,” he greeted. Even apart, his voice has this effect on you. Like he was really there and breathing into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You were sure that you were blushing. “How are you? Are you feeling better?” His voice is smooth and calm and you melt into your bed. “Yeah, a little,”

“Could I come over later? I just want to check on you,” You smile into your phone and close your eyes. Kazuha could never do that to you, you think to yourself. But still, you really wanted to ask. “Of course, I don’t think my parents would mind...Hey,” you start, your fingers nervously drawing circles on your pillow. “My brother said he saw you...with a girl,”

There’s silence on the other line, and you can hear him shifting a little. “A...girl?” He repeats the question and you bite your lip. He sounds unsure and now you were unsure too. “Yeah, he said that you were holding on to each other...or something,” Again some silence, until he makes a sound of understanding.

“Ah, he must mean Sango,” there’s a little lilt to his voice, like he was happy and you were a little jealous. “Sango’s my cousin, she came to surprise me for my birthday week.” Kazuha laughs nervously and adds a little hesitantly. “She...uhm...would like to meet you actually, is it okay if I bring her over today?”

Your heart sighs in relief, as do you and you don’t realize that you’ve done that out loud. In the next moment though, you smile and nod, even though he can’t see you. “Of course! Bring her over!”

Albedo (More fluff than angst)

Cleaning at home was one of the things you did to get your mind off of things. Some people would call it tedious, but to you, it was sort of relaxing. It was something easy to do, you didn’t need much of your brain, just motor memory. Folding. Laundry. Ironing. Sweeping. Basic chores.

But when you clean up in the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, and found a neatly wrapped present, red wrapping paper and blue ribbon tied on the top with a tag that said “To: Leila” you’re a little dumbfounded.

Who’s Leila? Is your first thought. Your second thought is, what’s inside? You hold the nicely wrapped box in your hand and turn it all over, trying to get some type of hint. A flash of doubt seeps into your mind but you shake it away. Albedo isn’t like that...Is he? He’s always so dedicated to his scientific research and sure he comes home late sometimes but he always makes it up to you on the weekends...

So who’s Leila? You ask yourself again. And why hasn’t he mentioned it to you? Why didn’t he ask YOU to wrap it? Menial tasks like these were usually passed on to you. You bite your thumb just thinking about it, but in the end just leave the present where you find it.

Later that night as you’re fixing dinner, you aren’t as bothered by the gift as when you first saw it. But it’s still there at the back of your mind and it resurfaces to the front when you hear the familiar keys rattle. Despite that, as he snakes his arms around your waist from behind you can’t help but smile and melt a little, pressing back against him as he leans over to kiss your cheek. “...Smells nice,” he simply mumbles and closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of both you and your home.

“Welcome back,” you say, while closing the lid on the pot and turning around to give him a proper kiss on the lips. He hums into the kiss as a response and pulls you away from the stove. “How’s your day?” he asks you first and you smile, because your day is nearly the same time and time again. “Fine, I did find a little secret though...” you start and peek up at his beautiful eyes.

He nods to ask you to continue. “A present, nicely wrapped. and it’s addressed to someone called Leila,” He looks down at you and you stare at him. A moment passes by before he takes his arms back and go into his thinking pose. “...Leila...?” he asks, eyes averting from your gaze. You wonder if he’s pretending. You wonder if he’s trying to make an excuse up. “...I don’t--” and then his eyebrows twitch. “Ah,” he says and drops his arms to his side.

“We were invited to a birthday party, remember? By a co-worker,” he tucks in strands of your hair as he talks. “It’s her daughter’s first birthday...I don’t care much for such things but you insisted it’d be alright to go.” he chuckles a little. “Her daughter’s name is Leila,”

You make a sound of understanding. Suddenly your hesitant thoughts wither away. “Hmmm? You could’ve asked me to wrap the present,” Albedo pulls away from you and towards the fridge, wanting a glass of water. “The wrapping wasn’t done by me, it was the shop, free service,” and so it made more sense.

And although you want to ask more questions, like where he got it, when and what’s inside, you realize it’s such a trivial thing. It was not worth that much time. A gift is a gift, and you turn back to continue making dinner while making idle conversation with him.

Zhongli (Warning: Suggestive) (but this is also my personal favourite... aha...)

“Zhongli?” You arrive home a little early today, dropping your keys at the front shelf. You don’t hear him anywhere and you shuffle around your living room for a while, looking at the letters for today.

He was on a work from home arrangement today, and he would usually be in his office. You were quite sure that he would’ve come out to greet you though, if he heard you. He must be busy at the moment.

You’d wanted to wash your hands as soon as you came home, and went for the guest washroom. When you open the door, your eyes land on something on the counter, next to the sink. This bathroom was always kept clean for visitors. You liked to host people once in a while, or just invite friends and you took pride in having them comfortable in your house.

Your eyes narrow as you go closer and your hands pick up a pregnancy test that was lying there.

It was positive.

You put it back down and shudder a little. You don’t remember getting a pregnancy test. You bite your lip and look at yourself in the mirror. You’re already jumping to conclusions, and you can’t help it. Who the hell would leave a pregnancy test in YOUR guest bathroom? Zhongli didn’t mention anything...

You sigh a breath out and close the bathroom door behind you, taking your phone out to text your best friend.

“There’s a positive pregnancy test in our guest bathroom,”

After a moment, there’s a reply.

“OMG Are you preggers?!”

“No, it’s not mine,”

The next reply takes a moment more. “Oh, maybe ask him?” and you know that your friend hadn’t known what to reply at that moment. Because a random positive pregnancy test in your guest bathroom was NOT a good sign. To top it off, you didn’t announce to Zhongli that you were coming home early today.

Your perk up when you hear noise from the other room. You open the bathroom door slightly, and hear the unmistakable low voice of your fiance, coupled with...the voice of another woman. You close the bathroom door again, not bothering to lock it, and sit on the closed toilet seat. You’re sitting there with nothing in your mind, unable to think.

A few minutes later the voices are louder, they’ve moved to the living room, right outside the bathroom you were in. You tense up, and your jaw tightens. You don’t want to see them. You don’t want to hear them. For a moment you wish that you didn’t come home early, and just pretend this didn’t happen, but the door to the bathroom door opens, leaving you eye to eye with a woman you recognize.

Luna was a beautiful woman. Long cascading brown hair, they’re wavy and stops right at her waist. Doll-like blue eyes and a slender body. She sees you sitting there and you feel stupid, but she just breaks into a grin. “Y/N!” she grabs you by the wrist and pulls you out of the bathroom before you could even say anything. You’re numb, so you don’t respond to anything around you.

Zhongli turns around wide-eyed to see you standing there meekly, not meeting his gaze. He still goes to you though and asks curiously. “When did you come in? I didn’t hear you,” he places a hand on your arm while Luna releases you, but you still don’t look up and he wonders if something happened at your workplace to make you come home so early. “Luna and Childe stopped by,” Zhongli says, in at attempt to cheer you up. You look up, and only then did you realize that Childe was there too, talking animatedly to Luna. You tilt your head sideways, “They came with a surprise. Ah, but it’s not mine to tell,”

That’s right... Luna and Childe had been together for a while and then it hits you when Luna shows you the same positive pregnancy test you saw on the counter, and announces that she’s pregnant. Your eyes are wide. You can’t tell if you’re more relieved that it wasn’t what you thought or more happy for your friends. You feel horrible about it but you manage to crack a smile and went along with the festivities. The more time passed the more you were able to enjoy their happiness and by the time they left, that was the only time you sighed and let your shoulders slump, exhausted.

“Is something the matter?” Zhongli asked. He noticed how your smiles were a tad bit forced. How you seemed to enjoy everything but also seemed to be on edge. You turn to him and shook your head. “It’s...stupid. It’s my mistake,” but he holds on to your waist and urges you to tell him.

And you tell him. How you came home and saw what you saw in the guest bathroom, what you thought it was and how you felt. The only thing you can feel now is embarrassment and shame. You couldn’t even feel happy for your friend. Zhongli only smiles and combs his hand through your hair. “It’s the normal reaction,” he reassures you, again trying to make you feel better. You only respond with your own hug but his next sentence makes you flustered, all thoughts of earlier gone as he whispers into your ear.

“Would you like your own positive pregnancy test?”

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thewritetofreespeech · 3 years

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Could I request the Obey Me guys as well as the Now Dateables?

Perhaps M/C crawling into bed with them wanting to be held and to be touched.

Perhaps a little nsfw added in 🤤😉

note: this is the only imagine/scenario I will do for all 11 boys. cuz I’m a thirsty bitch. the rest of the time we will stick to the rules of HCs only.

Additionally, the plot has been changed slightly to ‘coming to their room at night’. Sorry. If you want NSFW stuff for a specific boy, based on the provided content, I’ll do it but 11 boys is too much even for my thirsty trappy ass.

Obey Me Boys + MC Crawling into Bed with Them

Lucifer

Lucifer sighed over his paper work. Would his turmoil never cease?

Sometimes he felt like he had fallen into a lower level of the Devildom. Like the 13th circle of hell where the preferred torture method for lost souls was endless paperwork. A modern day Sisyphus, only instead of a boulder it was forms.

He heard the door to his room quietly click open & then close. He doesn’t look up from his paper work as he knew who it was. There was only one person, ok maybe two, who would come into his room this late at night without knocking. “What is it [Y/N]?”

“I was um...wait, you wear reading glasses?”

Lucifer frowned and looked up from his paper work now. “Magical reading glasses. For reading magical text.” They were required to read some of the magical scripts he was combing over. “What is it [Y/N]?”

The human squirmed a little when he asked again. Seeming to think over the answer, or more precisely how to explain it. “I couldn’t sleep.” They finally confess. “I was wondering if I could stay in here with you, but....you’re busy.”

Lucifer arched a brow slightly, but then moved some of the papers he had completed to make space for them. “Come on. I won’t be much longer.”

[Y/N] smiled at him and scampered over. Crawling in under the silk sheets, and as close as possible to him with him on top of them as they could. “Thank you Lucifer.”

“Of course, my dearest one.” He replied with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the top of their head before returning to his work. Renewed in his commitment to get this done so he could spend the night with [Y/N].

Mammon

It was late. It was almost 3:00 in the morning by the time he got home, and it had been a shitty night.

Mammon had been at the casino. Gambling, drinking, dancing, the usual. His luck turned sour around 11:00 and, stupid Mammon, had spent the remaining four hours trying to turn it around. That of course didn’t work so now he was even more broke, defeated, and feeling like crap for his failure; regretting Lucifer finding out and making him feel worse. Fuck it had been the worst night.

He rounded the corner to his room and looked up in surprise to see [Y/N] at his door. “What are you doing here?” His voice seemed to surprise them too as they jumped a little before turning to him.

“Oh I was…coming to see if you wanted to hang out?”

“Hang out?” Mammon repeated with an arched brow. “Ya know it’s like 3:00 in the morning, right?”

“O-Oh…is it? I guess I miss read the time.” [Y/N] began to fidget, then muttered some apology about going back to their room.

The demon reached out and caught their hand before they could get far. “Hey, what’s wrong? Nobody comes out here in the middle of the night without a reason.” Or they were out super late like him.

[Y/N] looked down, then decided to tell the truth. “I couldn’t sleep. So I wanted to see you.”

Mammon blinked behind his shades. He hadn’t been expecting that. Now it was his turn to fidget as he realized out of all the people in the world, [Y/N] had chosen to come see him.

“Yeah well…of course ya’d come to the Great Mammon for help. I uh…guess you can stay in here with me tonight.”

He showered to get the smoke & stink of shame off before crawling into bed with [Y/N]. His little human already drifting off just being in his covers. Mammon wrapped his arms around them and held them close. Maybe it wasn’t the worst night after all.

Levi

Of course he was awake when [Y/N] came to his room. The latest install of Kenji Momotaro: Demon Slayer Warrior Prince had just been released that day, and Levi he been playing it since he had gotten his hands on it. He wouldn’t be sleeping for a while.

When he heard the knock on his door, initially missing it over the sound of his game and tunnel vision, Levi paused for the first time in hours to go see who it was. “[Y/N]-chan?”

“Can…I stay in here with you?” They asked. Catching Levi by surprise. “I can’t sleep in my room.”

The blunette blushed violently, and covered his face. “Y-Y-You….You want to sleep in here with me??”

“Is…that ok?” They asked cautiously. Seeming let down by his reaction.

“No. I mean! Yes! W-What I mean is, I’m not going to bed right now. I’m grinding through my new game so….you might not be happy in here.” Plus, his bed was a bathtub. Which was only comfortable to him.

“Oh. Well…I don’t want to mess up your game. If that’s more important to you.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Levi outburst. Then quickly covered his mouth in embarrassment. “I…I just don’t think you’ll get a lot of sleep in here. I only like my room after all.”

“I like your room.” If Levi turned any redder, he was going to get a nose bleed. “It’s dark, which is nice. Plus the aquariums are really soothing. And…you’re there. I just wanted to be around you since I couldn’t sleep, but I guess that’s silly.”

The demon had to cover his mouth again. This time over threat of nose bleed. He was so red from embarrassment, but also incredibly moved by [Y/N]’s words, that he quickly responded, “you can stay with me.”

He moved aside and let [Y/N] in. Leading them over to his game area where he laid out some plushies as a bed, and pulled out a blanket to cover them. “I-I-I…I’m gonna keep playing since I’m not tired. But I’ll put my headphones on so I don’t disturb you. Y-Y-You can lay down here and i-i-if you fall asleep I won’t mind.”

“Thanks Levi.” He had to gulp at the cute sleepy way they said his name, before they tucked in and he went back to his game.

He couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the game, with [Y/N] so close. Choosing to use his leg as a pillow. Eventually he gave up and leaned back against the edge of his tub, not daring to disturb them and actually getting a good night sleep as well.

Asmo

There were few things that Asmo considered sacred. Love. Vitality. The Louis Vuitton spring collection.

But the one thing he considered sacred most of all, was his beauty sleep regiment.

The Avatar of Lust had a strict sleep schedule to give his body the best rejuvenation possible, and amplify his beauty. Everyone knew about it, and choose to leave Asmo alone; per his wishes.

Which was why it was so frustrating when his rest was disturbed by a knock at the door.

Asmo grumbled under his sleep mask at the light rapping that wouldn’t go away. Irritated by the noise, and now the worry lines whoever it was was putting into his forehead. He pushed his mask up to his hair line and got up out of bed towards the door. “What?!” He said in a not cute, very moody outburst when he opened it. Seeing [Y/N] standing there, startled by his ugly display. “Oh, [Y/N]-kun. It’s you.”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah it’s me. Sorry to wake you, I’ll just…go.”

“Wait [Y/N]! I’m sorry. If I had known it was you paying me a late night visit, I would have been much nicer and answered the door sooner.”

“Well I….couldn’t sleep so…-“Ahhhh~! You couldn’t sleep so you decided to come to me?? How naughty!”

[Y/N] frowned and turned to leave, but Asmo apologized quickly for being cheeky. “Did you want to stay with me tonight? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He could tell he was right, but the human was second guessing themselves on coming here. “I promise I’ll behave. Really.”

[Y/N] seemed to trust them, and came into the room & into bed with Asmo. He was practically giddy with them being so close, but was true to his word and supplied no funny stuff for the evening. Just rest and cuddles.

In the morning, he couldn’t wait to tell his brothers how he slept with [Y/N] last night. Causing quite the intentional misunderstanding and ruckus over breakfast that day.

Satan

Satan was getting ready for bed. Pjs on, teeth brushed, uniform set out for tomorrow, and on his bed reading one last chapter of his latest book, when he heard the knock at the door.

At first he thought it was a branch hitting the glass of his window. But when he heard it again, he knew it was at his door, and had a very The Raven moment before he went to answer it.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here? It’s so late.”

“I know, I know,” the replied, scratching the back of their head. “I just…I couldn’t sleep. I tried but I just couldn’t get to sleep, and wanted to see you.” They look up at him with big doe eyes and ask, “can I stay with you tonight?”

Of course, he couldn’t say no. Not with a look like that. Or more importantly, he’d never say no to [Y/N]. Satan offered them a soft smile and nodded before letting them in.

“What were you reading?” They asked, as the climbed into bed first. Watching Satan put his book away for them.

“Oh, just a new fiction series I found. Simeon recommended it to me.” He said as he climbed into bed as well.

“What’s it about?”

He told them the premise of the story, and eventually read aloud the first few chapters to them as they curled up beside him. Falling asleep soon after.

Satan smiled again, and put the book back away, before leaning down to kiss their forehead and curl in beside them. Ready for bed now.

Beel

It was pretty late when he heard the knock on the door. And a miracle he heard it at all.

Belphie was the sleeper out of the two of them, but Beel wasn’t exactly a light sleeper either. Between his workouts, large meals, and having to get up early for his morning workouts, the red head was usually dead to the world when his head hit the pillow. But, still, when he heard the quite knock on the door he woke up.

If he were a thinker like Satan or the others, he would have thought that it was maybe their bond that woke him. Instead he just trudged half asleep towards the door to open it. “[Y/N]?”

“S-Sorry....” They apologize and look towards the ground as Beel looked at them curiously. “I knew you were asleep, but I still woke you up. I’m sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” Beel asked. A bit more awake now that he knew it was them and they seemed distressed. [Y/N] shrugged. “Did you have a bad dream?”

They pause for a while, but then shrug again. He might not be a thinker like the others, but he was smart enough to know what that meant. He reached out to take their hand and pulled them into his room. Leading them over to his bed and pulling them onto it.

“Don’t worry. You can stay here.” Beel said, holding [Y/N] to his chest in a horizonal hug. “I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to worry while I’m here. Go back to sleep.”

His words seem to do the trick, and [Y/N] feel back asleep. Beel stayed awake a little while longer. Combing his fingers through their hair, before he too fell back asleep.

Belphie

He heard the conversation from the door, but didn’t bother getting up.

The only thing that could break through when he was asleep was Beel and [Y/N]’s voice. So hearing them both woke him up pretty quickly, although it seemed to be handled.

He tried to go back to sleep after hearing you settle in, but it didn’t work. The usually lazy demon kept fidgeting in his sleep, trying to get comfortable, and even counting sheep to try and go back to dream land. Nothing worked. And he knew why.

Belphie got up out of bed, hugging his pillow to his chest, and walked over to the over bed across the room and kicked it. When Beel and [Y/N] looked up at him half asleep he demanded, “move over.” He couldn’t sleep know that [Y/N] was cuddling up with someone else and not him. Especially in the same room.

[Y/N] huffed in their sleep and laid back down, scooching closer to Beel to try and make space. Beel, on the other hand, smile sleepily up as his twin and properly moved over; back pressed against the wall with [Y/N] at his chest to give him as much space as possible.

Belphie smiled back at him, then dropped his pillow to climb in. Instantly falling asleep. Holding on to his twin and beloved [Y/N] for the rest of the night.

Simeon

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Those were the words that Simeon tried to live by

He was just about to slip under the covers happily, when he heard a small knock at the door. It was so faint & small, that he assumed it was Luke needing something. So he quickly went over to answer it without putting his robe on.

“Oh…[Y/N]….” The angel said, feeling his cheeks heat up and clinching for his imaginary robe to cover his pjs, when he realized it was you. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t mean in the Hall. You were stay in the other dorm for a while as an infestation of some icky, demon creepy crawly, that just loved to nibble on humans was dealt with in the House of Lamentation. Luke of course had been thrilled you were staying with them, insisting that the change be made permanent to keep you away from those rowdy demons. Simeon couldn’t really agree on the demon part, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if you stayed here more.

“I…couldn’t sleep,” you tell him. “New surroundings and all. I was…wondering if I could stay in your room?”

The angel seemed to bristle in surprise at your words. Taken aback, but also in the warm feeling that was spreading through his chest. God have mercy…..

“I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Please?” [Y/N] beckoned. He had to gulp down the lump, and instantaneous urge to say yes, building in his throat. “I just don’t want to sleep alone. I keep thinking about those things in my room back at the dorm. And being around you is so comforting. Just for tonight? I’ll sleep on the couch and everything if that’s a problem.”

“I wouldn’t let you do that.” Simeon insisted. He would never let them sleep on the couch like some vagabond. “Well….alright. But just for tonight. And just because you’re feeling unsettled.” He doesn’t know who he was trying to convince more: them or himself.

He didn’t get much sleep that night. Tense, and trying to remain appropriate even is they slept next to him. But, in a way, it was the best night he had ever had.

Solomon

He always stayed up late. The late to early morning hours were the best time for magic. The witching hour. He was knee deep into his research & spell casting when he heard the knock at the door.

“I..saw the light on…” [Y/N] said when he opened the door. “Are you…going to bed soon?”

Solomon blinked for a moment, then looked down at his pocket watch. Oh, it was rather late. But….“No. I still have quite a bit of work to do.”

The other human sighed, then turned to leave from his door just as suddenly as they came. “Wait. What is it?” He asked, stopping them.

They turn, and seem to debate about answering before, “I couldn’t sleep and was thinking it might be nice to cuddle with you.” Solomon blinked again. In surprise this time. “Stupid, right?”

No, not stupid, he thought. It was just no on had ever asked to cuddle with him before. His body and cool demeanor might be misleading, but he was a very fierce sorcerer. Powerful, and awe inspiring. He had made cities tremble in his young days, and was powerful enough to independently bind one of the strongest demons in hell. Cuddles were not something that one usually thought of when it came to him.

He opened the door to let them in and said, “if you can’t sleep, I can make you a potion.” When that didn’t seem to go over well he corrected with, “or…I could lay down with you for a moment.”

The ‘moment’ turned into the whole evening, because the second his head hit the pillow, he instantly fell asleep. Lulled to dream land by his many late nights, and the warm embrace of [Y/N]. Perhaps there were better things than just getting research done.

Diavolo

He groaned in his sleep. Then rolled over on his side, immediately pulling [Y/N] in when he was in close proximity of them. It was a reflex at this point.

At first, he had tried to keep his distance from the human exchange student. No good would come from it, and it was inappropriate that the future King & patron of the program would be involved with one of the terrestrial candidates. But he couldn’t help it.

Their brightness. Their smile. Their hope for the program and just life won him over and now he couldn’t stand to be further apart from them than a second.

“It’s morning....”

Divaolo groaned and buried his head into the back of their neck. “Five more minutes...”

“We can’t. It’s morning.” [Y/N] insisted. Jutting their hips back against his front; which had the opposite effect of trying to get him out of bed. “If you don’t go, Barbatos will start looking for you. And if he teleports into my room it will be a whole thing.”

That certainly was a metaphoric splash of cold water.

The prince groaned again, and buried himself deeper for a second, before he compliantly agreed and got up. The little full bed in the student dorms joyful of his departure, as it squeaked happily as he tried to leave it.

“Can I come again tonight?” Diavolo asked, as he adjusted his ornate bed clothes. He never slept in them. Like most things in his life, they were all for show.

[Y/N] smiled at him from under their covers and said, “of course.”

His heart swelled at their smile and the promise of later. Surging forward he gave them an impassioned good morning kiss, and told them, “wait up for me.” Before he disappeared in a whirl of black smoke to his own bedroom.

It felt terribly cold now. But he only had to wait until tonight. That he could live for.

Barbatos

The work of a butler is never really done.

There were always things to do. More chores to complete. More tasks to do. Particularly in the life of the royal butler. But Barbatos never complained about his job. He was literally born for it, and took great pride in his work. No matter how small the task.

When he heard the small bell, harking a summons from on of the guest rooms, Barbatos stopped polishing the silver and immediately went upstairs to see what was needed. “You called, [Y/N]?” He asked upon arrival. Calm as ever, and ready to help. “How may I be of assistance?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you up here.” They apologized. “I just….couldn’t sleep.”

Barbatos chuckled a little with a soft smile. “No need to apologize, [Y/N]. You’re a guest here, and a friend of the young master.” As well as a dear person to him. “I’m happy to help with anything you need. Might I make you some soothing nightshade tea? That seems to do the trick for most people.”

“N-No. No I…I was wondering….if you’d just sit with me for a while.” The human looked down at the ornate bed spread. Picking at the embroidery in a nervous manner. “Til I fall back asleep?”

The demon smiled again, and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. Holding them in the most comfortable manner possible with him on top of the covers, and them under them. “That is a simple thing.” He told them softly. “Close your eyes. I shall stay with you until you are asleep, and make sure you are taken care of.”

“Thank you.” [Y/N] said lazily. Already closing their eyes and falling back asleep with him close.

The work of a butler was never really done. But this was a task he was happy to do.

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SEVENTEEN (VOCAL UNIT) / accidentally using your insecurity against you

warning: angst, deep feelings of inferiority, and, of course, mention of insecurities (general in most of these – oc is not feeling good enough)

other versions: performance unit // hip hop unit

requested by anonymous.

↣ jeonghan

One of the love languages that he was most comfortable with in your relationship, was words of affirmation. It never failed to make him feel all warm inside whenever he gave you a compliment and your eyes immediately lit up as a bright smile spread on your face.

Jeonghan hadn’t realised that his compliments were, really, dependent on the situation – he only spoke praises when you put effort into something. Unconsciously, he’d made it feel as though you weren’t good enough unless you were actively trying to be. Trying to be better—smarter, prettier, funnier—than you felt like you were.

When he would gasp and clutch his chest dramatically at the sight of you in an expensive outfit, with your make-up and hair – that took hours – fully done, it used to make you laugh. But today you just sighed and plopped down on your bed.

“You know what – actually, I don’t really feel like going out,” you told him, reaching for your earrings that weighed at least half a kilogram, and made your ears feel like they were truly testing the force of gravity tonight. “I’ll just stay home.”

Worried all of a sudden, he watched you take off the jewelry. “Are you sure? Did something happen? Was it something I did?”

“It’s…” you hesitated, not wanting—and not even knowing if you could express yourself properly—to talk about this. “Well, yes and no. I don’t know.”

The yes part alarmed him more than anything, and he rushed over to sit next to you.

“Tell me,” he asked.

“You didn’t mean it,” you said right away. “It’s just that you always—oh, nevermind. I’m just tired today, okay? But you go, have fun.”

You tried to give him an encouraging smile, but it did not reach your eyes, and Jeonghan persisted.

“No, please, tell me,” he spoke. “If I did something wrong, you have to tell me so I could stop. Or else we’ll come back here again eventually.”

The fact that he didn’t realise what you were going to say was somehow both, great and terrible. Great, because it meant he wasn’t doing this to purposefully signify the parts about you that needed improvement. But also terrible, because now you felt like you were overreacting and this was just a misunderstanding.

“I’m just…” you started, your mind going blank for a second. You laughed nervously as you tried again, “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m trying to be this person that you would like, but it’s hard. I already feel like I’m—like I can’t do anything right. But then I try to dress up, to go out, to have fun with you, with our friends, and it’s—I’m trying. And you tell me I do good, you always do, thank you for that. But it just feels like you’re praising me for being fake, because I’m just not good enough as my real self.”

A soft, “oh,” was heard next to you as Jeonghan looked down, deep in thought.

“I didn’t mean for—for it to sound that way,” he said because, of course, he didn’t mean it. Realising that this response wasn’t adequate enough, he continued, “I just wanted to let you know that I appreciated your effort. But I didn’t—I don’t want you to think that I always expect you to go out of your way, o-or become someone you’re not.”

You nodded, appreciating that he considered this to be a valid issue. But you still couldn’t shake the feelings of inferiority.

“I love you,” Jeonghan added, bending his leg and resting it on the bed as he turned to face you. “Every single version of you that you’d shown me. But my most favorite version of you is the one that you’re the most comfortable with. And I’m sorry I haven’t shown it enough appreciation.”

↣ joshua

When he said, “I’m sorry I keep talking to you about this,” with that nervous chuckle that he did sometimes, you only touched his arm and assured him that you didn’t mind.

“I love listening about your achievements,” you said. “I’m proud.”

He knew you weren’t lying – you’d been together long enough to finally learn how to be honest with each other. Which was why Joshua found himself admitting, “yeah, it’s just—I feel bad because I always have something to tell you, but you never do.”

That did not come out right. He opened his mouth to try to fix it and inform you that, contrary to the implications in his words, he did not mean to make you feel guilty about this, let alone imply that you never had anything to brag about. But you reacted before he could say anything.

“Yeah, sorry,” you said – an automatic response whenever someone even suggested that you may have been at fault here – and Joshua cringed at himself for putting you in this position. “I wish I could share something with—”

“I—no,” he finally cut you off. “It’s me who’s sorry. I did not mean to say that you haven’t achieved anything. I just wanted to say that you never tell me about any of it. Y-you never talk to me about the good—”

“No, you were right,” you insisted, the feelings of inferiority ingrained so deeply into your brain, that your first reaction was not defense, but acceptance. This way, you were inflicting more suffering on yourself because now your mind was convincing you that you weren’t the only one who thought you weren’t good enough, but your boyfriend thought so, too. “I don’t tell you about my achievements, because I don’t have any.”

“You do,” he insisted. You’d often admired him for his ability to remain calm under stressful situations, but Joshua genuinely felt like he was about to shed his entire skin – he didn’t think that was what it meant to be calm. “Just because you don’t realise that, doesn’t mean that you don’t. You’re the best person I’ve ever met – that alone is an achievement you should be proud of every day.”

You didn’t reply – not because you tried to encourage him to keep going, but simply because you thought it would seem childish to keep denying everything he said. No matter how much you appreciated his quick reflexes to do damage control, you’d already grown accustomed to your insecurities and the pain they brought.

But Joshua wasn’t accustomed to it. And he wasn’t ever going to be, as he continued, “I wish that you allowed yourself to feel proud of the things that you do. Because I want to hear about them. I want to hear how happy you are when you finally finish reading that boring book. Or watching that 10-season TV show. Or when you finish working that endless shift,” he kept talking until you finally gave him a look as if asking if he was serious about this – all those things seemed so trivial.

He smiled with a reassuring nod.

“Those are all achievements,” he said. “I mean it. They get overlooked, but that’s what they are. And I want you to feel proud of them, and then let me be proud, too.”

↣ woozi

You’d kept your insecurities to yourself most of the time, feeling like it would only burden the people around you if you talked about it. But, sometimes, even your river of patience overflowed – especially nowadays, as you were forced to deal with two new co-workers that seemed to be better than you in every single way, to the point where it felt outrageously unfair.

You hadn’t really talked to Jihoon about this before, even though he’d asked why you looked so down every time you got home. Usually, you dismissed it and blamed everything on the heavy workload, but because these co-workers had really been bothering you, you finally took the time to tell your boyfriend about it.

Except, because you weren’t used to complaining about this, everything you said still sounded dismissive as you dodged Jihoon’s questions and, instead, continued to rant about how your co-workers didn’t even have to try, how they were just naturally skilled at everything, how every single thing they did was effortless, and the end-result was always flawless.

Finally, Jihoon got frustrated with your lack of willingness to actually talk about yourself – the only person that he cared about in this situation.

“Well, it sounds to me like you can’t even begin to compare to them,” he said, “and you are the one that is letting them make you feel bad.”

Ironically, despite already feeling like you were much, much worse than your co-workers, hearing Jihoon – your supportive boyfriend – basically imply the same thing almost triggered the defense mechanism inside of you.

Your judgement was undoubtedly clouded because of your insecurities, but you couldn’t see what else he could have meant. He had clearly said that you were so far below their level, that it was bold of you to even draw comparisons between yourself and them.

“I… I know I can’t compare to them,” you ended up saying, surprised by how angry this made you feel. “That’s why I’m so… that’s why I hate it so much. My job was the only thing I was good at, the one thing I didn’t completely suck at. And then they showed up and proved to me, yet again, that I’m only good at something if I’m the only one doing it.”

Jihoon seemed surprised that this was what you’d heard him say.

“But I wasn’t agreeing with you,” he said. “I meant that you’re a hundred times the person they are.”

“That’s not how it sound—you were right, anyway,” you said, choosing words that were less accusing. He’d only pointed out the truth, after all. “I’m not better. I’m not even on the same level.”

Jihoon paused here, needing a minute to rehearse his next words in his head before he said them, not wanting you to interpret them the wrong way again.

“You said they’re not putting any effort into what they do, but you are,” he continued then. “You work hard. Your results always depict that, they’re never just an accident. You work so hard, and you do it so well, that you shouldn’t even be comparing yourself to them. That’s what I meant. You only think you’re worse because you’re actually working, while they just go with the flow. But that won’t last long. Without hard work, the result is all thanks to luck, and all luck runs out, eventually. But because you don’t realise this, you let them make you feel worse. They’re not better than you. If anything, they’re just more intimidating.”

↣ DK

He had canceled your Friday night plans at the last minute and hadn’t given you any real reason for it. That was unexpected, but, truthfully, you didn’t think much of it; he was a busy person.

But when you got twelve separate texts – Hansol forgot, but Joshua texted you twice – inquiring if you were okay and wondering why you weren’t at the “company dinner”, you had to sit down and consider the worst scenario – naturally – which was that Seokmin had an official dinner, but he didn’t want you to come with him. There wasn’t any other explanation that made sense, considering you didn’t even know there was a dinner.

Saving your dignity, you came up with an excuse to the boys and said that you had plans – while you, ironically, began your third round of scrolling through Netflix in hopes of finding something interesting – and tried to come up with a subtle enough way to ask Seokmin about this later.

You did find a subtle course of action. However, Seokmin hadn’t found a subtle response, as he—irrationally frustrated with himself for not asking you to come with him—explained himself in a huff, “I knew you’d react like you always do, and I was afraid we wouldn’t have time for that. I only had thirty minutes to get ready.”

“Like I always do?” you repeated, wondering what the words tasted like on your tongue. They tasted like bitter disappointment. Like hurt and anger. “Which is, how, exactly?”

You knew very well how. He meant your anxiety and how, nearly every time you had to go out with him to meet other people – his friends – you would go blind with fear that they wouldn’t like you, that you would come off as a complete idiot, that they would wish you hadn’t come.

Seokmin didn’t even try to answer that question.

“I’m sorry for the way I said that,” he said instead, disappointed in himself for letting it come to this. “I should have told you that I didn’t want to put you into an environment where you’d feel anxious again.”

That sounded almost funny now: why did it matter what he should have told you, when it clearly wasn’t what he actually wanted to tell you?

“Right. But that’s not what you said,” you replied and then took a step back, needing to exhale before your voice started to sound any more venomous. “Look, I’m sorry. I understand. I’m a lot to deal with.”

“No, you’re—”

“Don’t contradict yourself on my behalf, please,” you interrupted quickly. “You’re only making this worse.”

Seokmin watched the way you were getting further away from him – metaphorically and literally, as you neared the door of the room – and swallowed with great difficulty. He was preparing to take a leap that could result in a terrible, terrible crash.

“Okay, fine,” he said, watching you with great intensity. “You are a lot to deal with. But it’s absolutely worth it. I just want to make sure that I’m able to be there for you. Really be there for you, not just make brief comments about how everything is going to be fine, because I know that that’s not enough. I know that’s not what you need.”

This time, his honesty was better. It still stung because it implied that you needed special care before you left your house – and you hadn’t even realised that – but it also suggested that he was willing to put up with it. That he knew you were hard on yourself like this, and he loved you anyway.

“So,” Seokmin continued, “I didn’t want to make you more uncomfortable by bringing you with me, without first being able to properly assure you that this dinner really would be fine. It was all very last-minute, I swear.”

Biting your lower lip, you shrugged. “You could have still told me. You don’t have to invite me everywhere—”

“I want to, though!” he spoke up, taking a panicked step closer to you. “I do. I just want you to want to come, too. And it seems like you usually only do it for me. So, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to feel bad about not being there with me.”

You hadn’t thought of the way your insecurities could impact him, and yet that still didn’t seem like a good enough excuse not to tell you what his plans for tonight were, especially since he had to cancel on you for this.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you said, “I don’t only do it for you. I like your friends. I just—I keep thinking that I will do something completely stupid and that will make them hate me. I know it’s probably a dumb thing to worry about, but—”

“There’s nothing you can do to make them hate you, I can promise you that with my whole heart,” he said, finally closing the distance between you. In a moment of raw boldness, he placed both of his hands on your upper arms and, when you didn’t push him away, he continued, “if anything, I’m the one they hate today because I didn’t bring you with me. They love you. But God save them if they ever try to insist that they love you more than I do. Really. And I’m sorry. I wasn’t… I was an asshole tonight. I do love you, though. Very much.”

↣ seungkwan

He usually was the best person to be around when you weren’t feeling well because he could hype you up like no other. His method for doing that was by purposefully accentuating the things that you were good at, so you would know that you weren’t completely useless, contrary to how you may have been feeling.

Unfortunately, that got old very quickly. Soon enough, the fact that Seungkwan would always say, “okay, but think of what a good listener you are!” or “hey, but you’re the kindest person I know!” whenever you mentioned feeling afraid to speak out in case you sounded stupid or got ignored by everyone… well, it started to seem like being a kind, good listener was all that you were.

“I appreciate that,” you told him when he tried to cheer you up—bless him—the same way again. “But, see, what I hear you say is that I’m really not good at speaking up, so I should just stay quiet and keep on doing the one thing that I’m actually good at. Which is listening, apparently.”

You hadn’t meant for the ending of your sentence to come off so bitter, but it did. And Seungkwan looked up from his phone in surprise.

“No, you’re—you are—well, you—” he kept on stuttering, hoping one of his words would finally connect to other words until he actually said a full sentence that made sense. When that didn’t happen, he pushed back his chair and stood up, clearing his throat in the process. “I am just saying that you shouldn’t feel bad about yourself, just because you don’t feel comfortable doing something. Because there are other things that you’re good at.”

“Right. I get that. And thank you. But I—”

“I think you should speak out,” he said, on a roll now that he finally found a way to form sentences. “But I don’t want to push you too much because I—I guess I don’t know how I should do that. I don’t want to just tell you that ‘it’s okay, just do it’ because that’s not helpful. That advice has never helped me. And maybe you don’t even need me to push you, maybe you’re—okay, what I’m saying is, I just think you’re great, no matter what you choose to do or not to do.”

Your expression softened as you watched him pace while he tried to explain himself. You hadn’t meant to accuse him because, really, he’d been nothing but understanding and loving. It’s just that, maybe, that was not what you needed.

“Thank you for that,” you replied. “I’m sorry. I just—you’re always really supportive. But I feel like I need a kick in the ass sometimes. Just a little. Even if it’s just the plain, old, ‘it’ll be okay’. That might not be helpful, but it’s reassuring. It’ll still be okay if I try something, and then fail. I—maybe that’s what I need to hear sometimes.”

Seungkwan already started nodding in the middle of your speech. “I can do that. No problem.”

You smiled, your chest warming at his enthusiasm.

“Yeah?” you teased. “You’ll kick my ass?”

“I absolutely will. Might take me some practice, but you bet I will become the reason why your ass is kicked,” he said and, even though you were laughing, he still felt the need to add a quick, “when you need me to do that, of course.”

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Darkling Imagine: Little Dove

“What exactly did you see, little dove?”

The pet name did nothing to ease your growing nerves. You looked around the room with bleary eyes surrounded by people who were capable of doing the unspeakable. It was a misunderstanding. An accident.

You weren’t spying on them you just ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time. Now you were in a room with people who wore robes of different colors. They were all dressed in long hooded cloaks that concealed their identities.

This was the group or cult that the people of your town had been whispering about. Just a bunch of folk tales you thought dismissing it all back then. So the legend of old was true.

You grew up hearing the stories of a cult that held magic. Immortal beings that come and go to different villages. If a person went missing people blamed it on ‘Grisha’s’ as they were called.

It stroke fear in everyone and was taboo to say out loud.

The man who asked the question continued to circle you. There was an energy surrounding him. It couldn’t be seen only felt, but you knew he was the most dangerous out of them all.

You tensed when you felt him stop behind you. His breath brushed over the shell of your ear making an involuntary whimper leave your throat. “What did you see?” He asked it slowly making you aware that he wouldn’t be asking again.

“Magic,” you swallowed feeling your throat dry up. “I saw them using magic.”

“It’s not magic just a ‘small science’.” He rounded to the front of your body and assessed you head to toe. “You weren’t supposed to have seen that. For that, I apologize but I’m afraid I simply can’t let you go either. If people knew what we are and what we’re capable of, there’d be a war. We can’t have that happening, can we?”

You took a deep shuddering breath. They were going to kill you. The man continued to study you with a pristine regalness about him. He moved his ring off of his finger and revealed a pointed claw-like end.

You took a step back when he took one forward. Who knows what he was going to do. It could be laced with poison for all you knew. Maybe he’d be cruel and make you suffer by leaving deep marks on your skin. Marred to the point of unrecognition.

“Please, don’t do this,” you spoke shaking your head. He cocked his head as if he was confused by this.

“Why do you plead?”

“Because you’re going to kill me.”

‘Pleading doesn’t suit you. You’re too good for it.’ Startled at the voice in your head you became caught off guard.

Within one step he was directly in front of you. His hand was placed behind your head and the pointed end of his ring was by your neck. There was a faint smell coming from it. One you were familiar with. If it punctured your skin you knew you’d only fall into a deep sleep.

He dipped you like one would with their dancing partner. He was being both gentle and firm with you. He didn’t want to kill you but instead wanted you alive? For what cause? What purpose did you serve him? It was confusing and beyond what you could comprehend in so little time.

From your viewpoint, you saw a hint of stubble on his chin. His face was still cast in a shadow by his black hood and you so badly wanted to see the face of who would now be your captor.

“I’m not a monster,” he whispered. He punctured the skin of your neck drawing a small line down. Instantly, your eyes started to become heavy.

You reached up and pulled his hood back with whatever energy you had left and gazed upon him. He was beautiful. Breathtaking even. It was a wonder how someone with so much beauty could be involved with something so dire.

Those dark brown eyes stared back at you not at all in shock like you expected but with amusement swirling in them.

“Sleep little dove.” He wiped away the tear that slipped from your eye and massaged it into your smooth skin.

The sweet melody of his voice is what made your body go slack in his arms and drift asleep.

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tacticaldiary · 3 years

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Having a relationship w/ Oikawa based on a bet and the gf heard it when the seijoh 4 talked about it making oikawa panicked when he knows his gf heard it.. ahh angst to fluff? Hehe thank youuuu

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This was fun to write. :)

Betting on You

Pairing: Reader x Oikawa Tooru

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, a lil fluff

He couldn’t lose her, anyone but her. He shouldn’t have accepted the bet. Needless to say, Oikawa Tooru has a lot of regrets right now. Opening up and being vulnerable to his partner was thankfully not one of them, even if it had ended up with them crying in each others arms.

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Mumbling incoherently, Y/N reaches out next to her in the bed, trying to find the warm body that usually occupied the space next her. Frowning when she feels only the bedsheets, she opens her eyes and squints. There’s no one next to her.

“Tooru?” she mutters softly, yawning and sitting up. He was always there, clinging to her, holding her close. Strange. She decides to wait for him, wanting his warmth to fall asleep with. The guy was like a living heater, which was useful during cold winter nights like this one.

Twenty minutes pass and he still doesn’t come back. Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N sighs and pulls herself to the edge of the bed, slipping on a pair of slippers. She shivers a little when the cold air hits her skin, but continues slowly towards the door to their shared bedroom. Opening it with a quiet creak, she immediately hears voices. A little confused, she quietly keeps walking, stopping at the doorway to the living room.

She tilts her head in confusion when she sees Tooru laying on the couch, tapping away at his phone. It appears he’s on a voice call on speaker.

“Almost three months.”

“Honestly, none of us expected you to last this long.”

Her eyes widen as she hears familiar voices. Matsukawa and Hanamaki?

“You’re still keeping him to that?” Iwaizumi? What were they doing this late at night? The clock on the wall tells her it’s 2 in the morning.

“Obviously. I thought the money was pretty much guaranteed.”

“Can you blame us? He’s never kept someone around for more than a month.”

“Shut up.” Tooru's quiet voice reaches her ears. What money? What was going on?

“You’re not going to win.” comes Iwaizumi’s annoyed voice. “It’s Y/N.”

“Yeah, but before her it was also Mika-Chan and Yui-Chan and Hina-Chan and Aiko-Chan and-”

“Alright, I get it. Iwa-Chan’s the only one who’s on my side.” he pouts, cutting off Hanamaki’s annoying high-pitched imitation of him.

“We still don’t know why. You’re obviously going to lose the bet. It’s inevitable.” Matsukawa claim confidently

...Bet?

“I’ll win in a few days, if you haven’t noticed. Nothing’s gonna happen in a few days.” Tooru rolls his eyes.

“And then you’ll dump her?”

Y/N suddenly feels cold, and it has nothing to do with the weather. Dump her? Bet? WHat was going on? Her mind was racing. Tooru hadn’t indicated that he was unhappy, or wanted to break up. He was always telling her how much he loved her. Was he lying? She felt a little sick at the thought.

“Yeah, the bet was to keep someone around for more than three months. You’ll be done in a few days. What’re you gonna do then?”

What?

“A bet?” she says aloud, her voice hollow with shock.

Tooru jumps and drops his phone, quickly turning around to see his girlfriend looking at him in horror.

“Y-Y/N-Chan...” he scrambles to his feet and ends the call, wondering how much she had heard. “I thought you were asleep?” he quickly moves towards her, reaching out to touch her shoulder. He freezes when she backs away, shaking her head in disbelief.

“A bet, Tooru? A bet?”

“What-? Wait, Y/N...it’s not what you think-”

“Keep me around? You were dating me for a...bet?” her voice starts shaking a little, as she remembers how mere hours ago, he was holding her, assuring her how much he loved her.

“No! I-”

“Am I a game to you? A bet? Are you fucking kidding me?” She nearly laughs, because of course he would only date her for a bet. Of course.

He frantically shakes his head, reaching out for her again, but thinking better of it when he glares at him with eyes full of unshed tears. His eyes widened. This wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. “Y/N-Chan, listen to me, please, let me explain.” he sounds panicked.

She clenches her jaw. “I should have seen this coming. Of course the Oikawa Tooru wouldn’t go out with someone like me.” She lets out a bitter chuckle at his stunned expression. Before he can interrupt, she pushes on. “Why would you, when you have girls, so much more perfect than me, throwing themselves at your feet all the time?”

“Y/N-” he’s trying desperately to get a word in, wincing when she raises her voice to overpower his.

“Mika-Chan and Yui-Chan and Hina-Chan.” she imitates, recalling the phone call. Tears she’s tried to keep at bay finally start trickling down and Oikawa’s heart twists painfully, knowing that he was the one who caused it. “Obviously, the only reason you’d consider me was because of a bet, a fucking bet, Tooru.” she cries out angrily.

“Y/N-Chan, listen to me.” he says seriously, grabbing her shoulder and looking her in the eyes. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the beginning. The bet means nothing to me.”

Her next word feel like a punch to the gut.

“Bullshit.” she whispers, before repeating herself louder. “Utter bullshit. You never loved me.”

“I did, I do!” he insists.

“If you did, it wouldn’t have taken a bet for you to ask me out!” she roughly shoves his hands off her. Taking a deep breath, forcing herself to ignore his hurt look. “It’s my fault too, isn’t it? I should’ve known better than to accept dating the Oikawa Tooru, the school heartthrob, notorious for playing around.” her words are laced with venom and self-pity. “There’s always gonna be someone better. Someone prettier, skinner, funnier. I was stupid for thinking you would ever fall for me.” All her insecurities come spilling out, accumulated from months of dating him, enduring the comments whispered under the breath by jealous students, girls openly flirting with her boyfriend. She was stupid to think she would ever be enough.

Pushing past him, wiping her sleeves across her eyes, she storms back into the bedroom, Oikawa at her heels behind her. She grabs her pillow and a blanket, turning back around and moving to the couch in the living room. She does her best to ignore her boyfriend's desperate attempts to gain her attention, begging her to give him a chance to explain. She sets up the items and lays on the couch, pulling the blanket to her chin and turning to face the back of the couch.

She refused to sleep anywhere near him. When he doesn’t stop talking she says coldly:

“Leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you.”

“No.”

She pauses. “No?”

“Not until you hear me out.” He crosses his arms.

“I’ve heard enough.”

“It’s a misunderstanding. If you’d just let me explain-”

“I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.”

He was dreading that. He really does love her, so fucking much. He doesn't want to lose her.

“Y/N-”

“I’m going to sleep.” She had never spoken to him in that tone before.

She hears a sigh after a few moments of silence, in which he realises that she was going to be stubborn till the end. Y/N hears him walk away and she buries her face in the blanket, silently crying to herself. She freezes when she hears the bedroom door close with a ‘click’ and footsteps approaching her. She turns around a little, to see Oikawa sitting at the foot of the couch with his own blanket and pillow. He doesn’t look at her, focusing on fluffing his pillow and pulling his thicker, warmer quilt over himself. He was equally as stubborn and wasn’t going to leave her alone like this.

She scoffs and settles back down again, still crying. If he notices, he doesn’t comment on it. The two lay in silence for a good thirty minutes. Y/N had stopped crying, but was still awake because how the hell was she supposed to fall asleep after what she had learnt?

She’s startled when she suddenly hears Oikawa’s soft voice. “I love you, you know? I really do. Ever since I saw you in Chemistry last year. You caught my eye so quickly, and I flirted with you for weeks before you got the hint.” he laughs breathily. “You didn’t want my attention like everyone else, and I was curious. It felt different to be the one trying to get someone else’s attention.” he takes a deep breath, and she realises with a start that she’s never heard him this vulnerable. He probably thinks she’s asleep.

“I was planning to ask you out before and I told the others and they laughed at me.” he frowns at the memory. “The assholes thought I was kidding, that I wasn’t serious. Iwa-Chan was the only one who took it seriously. I don’t blame them, cause I’d only ever dated for fun before.” He breathes in deeply again, steadying his voice and Y/N’s eyes widen when she realizes he’s holding back tears.

“So when they bet that I couldn't last more than 3 months with you, I agreed, but only because I was going to ask you out anyway, and I intended on staying as long as I could. As long as you’d let me stay by your side.” He lets out a sad, watery chuckle, and Y/N feels her stomach drop. She never wanted to hear that sound from him again.

“I...shit, I don’t want to lose you. I can’t. You’re the only one for me. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.” A strangled, muffled sob, reaches her ears, and it takes all of her willpower to remain still.

“I’m serious about you...about us. You’re not a game, you never were. I just wanted to be with you. I want to be able to hold you again.” another muffled cry, as he buries his face in his hands. He’d never willingly let anyone see himself like this, not even Y/N. He was glad she was asleep.

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, princess.” he stays where he is, sitting up leaning back on the couch, calming himself down, letting out soft hiccups every now and then.

Y/N is wide awake, thinking over his words. They had to be genuine, right? He had no idea she was awake. He had sounded so...real and vulnerable, nothing like the strong façade he usually put up in front of others. Taking her chances, she discreetly moves, eyes widening when she sees the state he’s in.

One of his hands is over his mouth, muffling his small sobs, Y/N wants to cry as she realises it’s probably so he doesn’t wake her up. His other hand is clenched tightly in his brown hair, his knees drawn to his chest. His face was blotchy and red and wet with tears. She’s never seen him like this. She moves and he doesn’t notice.

Sitting directly behind him, she gently grabs the hand in his hair, to which he nearly jumps out of his skin. Y/N would usually laugh at the reaction, if not for the way he was looking up at her. She eases his hand out of his hair and holds it, tugging him up to the couch. He hesitates, before climbing up, sitting on the cushion next to her.

“You-” his voice wavers, and he tries again. “You were awake?”

She nods, glancing at their connected hands, before staring at the ground. She hears his sharply take in a breath.

“Y/N...love, I meant it. I meant every word, I swear.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” she mumbles, tugging on his hand again, until they're both laying on the couch. She reaches over and grabs Oikawa’s quilt and pulls it on the two of them. She relaxes against him when his arms automatically wind around her waist and he buries his face in her hair, pressing small kisses on her. Each was an unspoken apology.

She knows he’s crying when she feels the tears hit her skin.

He knows she’s crying when he can feel her shaky, irregular breaths.

They lay there, eventually falling asleep clutching each other tightly, both of them hurting on the inside. They would have to have a serious talk tomorrow, but both had a blooming hope that they would pull through.

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clairecrive · 3 years

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"it’s been months since we broke up and i just found one of your old sweatshirts in my wardrobe and it’s making me miss you" nikolai x reader with a happy ending pls?

A/n: I can't help myself but give my best man a happy ending, sorry not sorry. Hope you like it x

Warnings: angst, confrontation, happy ending

Word count: 2K

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SHADOW AND BONE MASTERLIST

A knock on the door in the middle of the night wasn't something you were expecting to happen. Merely because you were not expecting anyone. Even though, to be fair, it wasn't that late. And considering how everyone's so busy these days, with the Darkling threat looming over your heads, everyone is required to put in some work to plan a strategy that will assure our victory. Or at least, to contain the damage that surely the Shadow Summoner had planned to inflict upon those who had betrayed him.

Sleep was a luxury these days, so really, you shouldn't have been surprised by someone calling for you. Sighing, you walked to the door wrapping your robe around your body.

When your eyes fell onto the person behind the door, you froze. Now this, was a surprise.

You definitely weren't expecting your ex-boyfriend to knock on your door in the middle of the night a month after your break up.

"Nikolai?" the surprise was clear in your voice as well as weariness. If he was here that meant that something terrible must have happened.

"Were you sleeping?" he shuffled on his feet. As if seeing at your door after all this time wasn't baffling enough, his insecurity certainly was.

You shook your head. "Has something happened?"

"Yes," he said rolling his shoulders back. You stood taller as well, bracing for the bad news. "it’s been months since we broke up and I just found one of your old sweatshirts in my wardrobe and it’s making me miss you," he added and pulled something from behind his back.

It was your sweatshirt indeed, one of your favourites, certainly the most comfortable one. One that you usually used to sleep but it was also the one that you had left in his rooms. The break-up had been sudden in the sense that it had been a long time in the making but the bubble had broken abruptly, leaving you no time to retrieve your stuff.

Well, you could have gone to him and ask for your things but you had spent the last month trying to avoid him.

"Nikolai-" now your words were tentative, a slight warning in them. There was a reason why things had ended, after all.

"No, please, just hear me out." There was no insecurity in his voice anymore, nor in his body language. You knew the man in front of him, painfully aware of how stubborn he was. And the truth was that you had missed him too. Being so close to him and yet so far away had been one of the hardest things you had to do.

So you relented. With a nod, you let him in your room.

You closed the door and when you turned around you saw him sitting on your bed. You took a couple of step towards him but decided to stand at a safe distance from him. Nikolai's eyes were on you and you shifted on your feet under his gaze.

"What's there left to say?" You spoke since he didn't. His presence was unnerving enough on its own, embarrassing silence wasn't a surplus you needed.

"I'm aware of why we broke up, what you think. But I need you to know that it was a huge misunderstanding." He said, squaring his shoulders.

You scoffed, crossing your arms on your chest. "Really? And you waited a month to clear the air?"

"It wouldn't have been fair to you for me to have this conversation before." He stated as if he was during one of his diplomatic meetings.

"Because all this time, you've still been flirting with her."

"I wouldn't put it like that..." He slightly grimaced, his eyes leaving yours for the first time to move to his hands.

"Courting, wooing, pursuing, whatever Nikolai. I don't care how you'd put it. I don't care about what you do with her either." Gesturing with your hands, you sneered at his audacity. He wasn't going to get out of this on semantics. Nonetheless, it was over and you didn't want to show just how aggravated seeing him with Alina made you. "It's none of my business." You shook your head and moved towards your window, giving him your back.

"Well, maybe you don't care but I do. Maybe what I have to tell you won't change a thing but I need to at least try." He raised his voice, frustration clear in his words for your attitude. But you couldn't care less, you had just started. "Because this past month without you has been hell and I don't want to spend another day without you." His voice trembled a bit at the end and you knew that it wasn't easy for him to be this vulnerable with you.

"Don't tell Alina that." You teased him in a neutral tone. Back still to him.

"Alina doesn't care, y/n. And neither do I."

"Could have me fooled."

"It would have been a political union." Frustrated, he pointed out. You turned around this time, scoffing at the implicit insult.

"That much I had guessed, Nikolai." You weren't stupid. And you knew Nikolai. As soon as the first wave of pain and betrayal passed, you realized that it must have been a strategic move on his part. Not that it made anything better.

"You...did?" He almost stammered, eyes widening in surprise.

"Of course," you sighed, "but it doesn't make anything better. So if this is all you had to say, I'm afraid it doesn't change anything."

"But- it changes everything. I don't love Alina, I never have." He insisted, standing up from the bed and taking a step in your direction.

"You would have still married her though, wouldn't you?" You pointed out with a rhetorical question that he still felt like answering.

"Well, I-"

"And you didn't tell me anything, did you?" You continued this time without giving him time to speak. "So yes, maybe you didn't love her. Maybe you loved me but would that matter once you were married to her?"

"I'll tell you: no it wouldn't have. Because as much as I loved you, I wouldn't have let you made me your mistress. And you and Alina are good friends, I'm sure you'd grow to love her with time." Your voice has hardened, failing at carelessly exposing an eventual love blooming between them. But Nikolai didn't notice. He was still at the second sentence.

"Loved?"He whispered. Past tense.

"Did you expect me to hold a torch forever?" Your voice softened at his reaction but still- you weren't going to be around forever. He had made his choice, after all.

"Of course not," Nikolai mumbled as he sat down on the bed again and looked down at your sweatshirt still in his hands. You couldn't see his face and you knew that it was a deliberate move. Never had you seen him to defeated and crestfallen. His shoulders slumped, his fingers fisted the material in his hands.

Sighing, you closed the distance between you and sat beside him on the bed. Maybe you had been too harsh but it was an instinct for you to be so defensive. Even though his betrayal had hurt you immensely, hurting him back was never your intention.

"I don't think I could ever stop loving you." You whispered. Eyes latched on your fumbling fingers, you heave a sigh. This felt like the confession it was.

"But you can't expect me to be fine just because you explained Nikolai. It doesn't excuse the lies or the betrayal." You continued, wanting him to understand. Now that everything was out in the open, it was best to speak heart to heart.

"Indeed it doesn't. And I'm sorry I've hurt you, it was never my intention." He agreed and apologised but you shook your head. What good was it an apology now? It wasn't a matter of forgiveness anymore. There was now a lack of trust and you didn't know how to handle it.

"How do you think I would have reacted? What if she said yes, uh? What then, Nikolai? Would an "I love you" fix everything?" Speaking no matter the lump of your throat, you turned to face him. His eyes were already on you. They were glossy and one of his hands reached out to yours to hold it.

"I knew she was going to say no. And I knew that it was a low move on my part considering that you're my whole heart but I couldn't have lived with myself if I didn't at least try," he confessed. You nodded because you knew how much he cared for Ravka's future and having Alina on the throne would no doubt have a positive impact on all fronts.

"Because having her on the throne would have been advantageous for us, for Ravka. It would benefit us in so many ways that I had to try, at least. No matter the sacrifice." The last word came out as a whisper, his eyes flickering between yours and you understood the underlying message. But that was exactly the problem.

"What hurt me the most, Nikolai was that you made the decision for both of us."

"I'm not a strategist but I understand the power Alina holds. It would have still hurt but if you had told me, it would have been different." You explained as his eyes filled with an emotion that you recognized as regret.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I never wanted you to feel like you don't matter to me. Because you do. You have no idea how much you do. And I love you, I really do." His hold on your hands tightened and you were surprised to see how his lower lip trembled a bit.

"I love you too, Kolya." You confessed, unable to pretend the contrary. "But I don't know where to go from here."

"You don't owe me anything, my sweet. I wanted you to know and now you do. That's more than I deserve." One of his hands came up to caress your cheek as he gave you a small smile. You actually leaned to him, missing the touch, the closeness.

You missed him.

And yes, he had made a mistake. Yes, he had hurt you. But was it to the point of no return? To be fair, you knew that nothing had actually happened between him and Alina besides the proposal. And sure, that was certainly enough on its own but in a way that meant that it hadn't actually cheated.

He had surely betrayed your trust and lied to you. But trust could be regained. And work could be done on your relationships so as not to have these communication problems again.

The question is: were you willing to put yourself through that? Because it was not going to be easy. And there was a chance that it wasn't going to work.

His eyes boring on yours, you hoped to convey your insecurity to him. You knew he loved you. And you dearly loved him too. Maybe you could give him a second chance. If love was there maybe it was worth it to put in the effort to make it work.

Scratch that- it definitely was.

"What about what I deserve?" You whispered as your hands wrapped around his on your face.

"Everything and more, my love." His eyes flickered between yours hopefully. Trying to see if he could find the confirmation in them of what your words implied.

"Well, I think that I deserve a prince." You stated with a small smile.

"Even if he's unworthy of you?" He insisted, raising an eyebrow but mirroring your smile.

"I guess I can give him another chance to prove himself."

"He'd be most grateful, my dear. But I'm afraid he'll never deserve you." His face got closer to yours, nose almost touching. He cradled your face in his hands, his thumb stroking your cheeks.

"Enough with the charming, Kolya, I'm already yours. Come and get me." You chuckled with a roll of your eyes before eagerly tugging him closer to you.

"As you wish." He said before he kissed you. Slowly at first, almost as if he couldn't still believe that it was happening. Then with the hold on your face, he pulled you closer angling your face so as to deepen the kiss.

Your old sweatshirt laid discarded on your bedroom floor. Forgotten for the moment as you caught up on your lost time together.

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contemplativepancakes · 3 years

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let me just ease your mind

sharing something vulnerable for @whataboutthebard

Lambert/Jaskier, E

“If I tell you, you have to promise not to laugh at me,” Jaskier says, his hand on Lambert’s bare chest.

Lambert raises an eyebrow at him. “When have I ever laughed at you?”

“Every single day, you brute!”

Lambert mouths at Jaskier’s neck, his breath hot against Jaskier’s face. “I’ll attempt to contain myself. No promises.”

Jaskier fixes him with a glare, and Lambert sighs. “All right, I promise. Happy?”

Jaskier grumbles. “Not particularly.”

Lambert raises his eyebrows expectantly, and Jaskier looks down, tugging at the bed spread instead of making eye contact. A blush colors his face.

“I’ve…never slept with a man before.”

A flurry of emotions crosses Lambert’s face, settling on something soft. Jaskier shoves him in the chest. “Don’t look at me like that!”

Lambert carefully fixes his gaze into something more akin to a leer before he grins. “Better?”

“This was a terrible idea. I should have just strung you along forever. What was I thinking, inviting you into my bed?”

“We don’t have to do anything,” Lambert says cautiously.

“I want to.”

“Okay, okay,” Lambert placates as Jaskier crosses his arms. “What do you want to do?”

Jaskier buries his face into his hands. “Melting into the floor sounds nice right about now.”

Lambert carefully tugs his hands away, making Jaskier look at him. “Hey, I’m not going to be a dick about this, okay? I’ll make it good for you.”

He kisses Jaskier’s temple, before moving down to his neck, and across his chest, stopping to play with his nipples and run his fingers through his coarse chest hair. Jaskier lays back and spreads his legs, letting Lambert take the lead. Lambert moves to the end of the bed, where he kisses the crease of Jaskier’s thigh. His fingers trail over the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, and he has to stop his legs from trembling at the tenderness of it all. “Touch me,” Jaskier pleads.

Lambert gives him a grin that makes Jaskier think he’s in for a very long night. He looks at Jaskier’s swelling cock, starting to stand up from his belly. Putting a hand on his chin, he says, “Hmm. Not yet, I don’t think.”

He continues his torment of Jaskier, touching him absolutely everywhere except his cock. His fingers brush the shells of Jaskier’s ears, and Jaskier keens in frustration. “Aren’t you always telling me to be more patient?” Lambert wonders aloud.

“Do as I say, not as I do,” Jaskier says, before he can’t take it any longer, and he hauls Lambert by the shoulders up to him so he can kiss him.

Jaskier jams their mouths together, but Lambert puts a hand on his chest, making him lean back until he can barely reach Lambert’s lips and slow down. The kiss becomes tender. Jaskier squirms on the bed, trying to rut up against Lambert to find any sort of friction he can. As soon as he rubs his hard cock against him, Lambert immediately backs up.

“Lambert!” he protests.

“Told you I was going to make it good,” Lambert murmurs.

“And so you’re planning on teasing me endlessly?”

Lambert shrugs, a devious expression on his face. “I’m having fun; aren’t you?” Lambert sobers for a moment. “Do you want to fuck me, or do you want to get fucked? Or whatever, we can do something else, too.”

Jaskier pauses to think. “You’d let me do that to you?”

Lambert squints at him. “Yes? It feels good. I’m not particular.”

Jaskier gives him a disbelieving look.

“About this,” he amends, laughing as Jaskier’s sure he thinks about all the things he’s very particular about.

While the idea of having Lambert all spread out in front of him and panting is certainly appealing, he also doesn’t want to mess this up. People tend to think he’s so much more experienced than he really is, and it’s led to many misunderstandings throughout the years. Besides, there’s no guarantees they’ll sleep together again after this, and if anyone is going to enter him for the first time…having it be Lambert might not be so bad. Enjoyable, even, if the tales he’s heard are to be believed.

“Fuck me,” Jaskier decides. “And touch my fucking prick!”

Lambert ghosts a teasing touch over his cock, and Jaskier lifts his hips, chasing after it. It doesn’t help since Lambert gets up from the bed, Jaskier makes a displeased noise at the loss of his weight and heat. He digs through his bag until he finds a jar of something. “Made it myself,” he preens. “With seaweed.”

Jaskier wrinkles his nose. “I’m sure it’s delightful.”

“Hey, I see that face! This is the best quality stuff you’re going to find.” Lambert sighs wistfully. “Fucking carrageenan, man.”

“I see you’ve been hanging about with your sorceress too much again.”

“After tonight, you’ll be begging me to go meet her so you can thank her yourself, trust me.”

Jaskier hums, unconvinced, but his tune quickly changes after Lambert strokes Jaskier’s cock using it, his hand unimpeded as it glides up and down the shaft. Jaskier’s cock is red and weeping by now, but Lambert still doesn’t take pity on him, pulling his hand away after the few tugs.

“Do you want to do it on your stomach or back?”

Jaskier thinks about it for a second. “My back.”

He doesn’t want to say as much, but he does think the experience will be enhanced if he’s able to see Lambert during it. His muscles look good while he’s clothed, and they’re doubly enchanting now. Jaskier drifts a finger across one of Lambert’s scars. Lambert glances down as he manhandles Jaskier into the position he wants him in, tugging him to the edge of the bed while he stands in front of him. “That one’s from a harpy, I think,” he says.

“A harpy got the better of you?” Jaskier asks in mock disbelief.

“Shut up. It happens.”

The lines around Lambert’s eyes crinkle, and Jaskier can’t help but return the smile. Lambert bends Jaskier’s leg, leaning down to kiss the delicate skin of his ankle and licking it a little just to be an ass because he’s Lambert, before situating himself in between Jaskier’s legs. He puts more of his slick on his fingers, before he circles them around Jaskier’s hole. Jaskier looks down in fascination as two of Lambert’s fingers breech him. Rotating his hand, Lambert looks at Jaskier to make sure nothing hurts, and Jaskier nods at him eagerly, just an odd sensation of something foreign being inside of him. Nothing mind blowing yet, but so far, so good. Lambert soothes his hand down Jaskier’s flank. “Gentle, remember?”

Jaskier scowls at him as Lambert pulls his fingers back out, spreading more slick on them before he introduces a third finger. He wiggles them inside Jaskier, crooking them about as he presumably looks for the little bundle of nerves that Jaskier’s heard so much about. There’s a sense of cognitive dissonance as he looks down at where Lambert’s fingers disappear into him, but he gasps when Lambert presses up against the spot he was looking for. “Right there,” Jaskier tells him, and Lambert rubs him relentlessly, making Jaskier moan and light up from the inside out.

His cock throbs. He reaches down to touch it halfheartedly, but Lambert slaps his hand away, as he expected. “Touch me, please,” he begs.

Lambert relents with another teasing touch, just dragging the fingers not currently inside Jaskier up his shaft before pulling at the foreskin a bit. Lambert keeps this up until Jaskier is a boneless, panting, mess. “Just fuck me,” Jaskier cries.

“I’m going to finger you for another minute, just for that.”

Jaskier throws his head back against the pillow and shuts his eyes, trying to keep his overwhelming arousal from crashing over him. Finally, blessedly, Lambert pulls out his fingers. He lines up his cock with Jaskier’s hole, pressing the head in. He scoots Jaskier up on the bed so he can bracket his arms around Jaskier as he pushes in farther, waiting for Jaskier to adjust with each bit.

Their faces are close to each other, and Jaskier can’t help but pull Lambert into a sloppy kiss as the blunt sensation of fullness settles in his gut once Lambert’s all the way sheathed inside of him. “Okay?” Lambert asks, and Jaskier nods. He’s a little amazed that it doesn’t hurt. There was only a slight burn as Lambert first entered him, then the overwhelming feeling of knowing that Lambert’s cock was inside of him.

Lambert buries his face in Jaskier’s neck, sniffing at him as witches are wont to do, while he shallowly thrusts his hips, his cock rubbing against the walls of Jaskier’s hole maddeningly. After a few minutes of this, Jaskier is blubbering from the sensation of exactly what he wants being so close but out of reach. His hands come up to grip at Lambert’s thighs, urging him to go faster.

Melitele smiles down at him when Lambert finally repositions himself so he has better leverage, starting to slam inside him. Jaskier shuts his eyes and listens to the slap of their skin echo in the room, crying out whenever Lambert gets a particularly good thrust past his prostate. Lambert reaches down between them to take Jaskier’s aching cock in hand, stroking him quickly. He twists his hand as he does, sometimes reaching down to brush his thumb over Jaskier’s sack and fondle it. Jaskier nearly bites through his lip at the stimulation of it all.

It’s a pathetically short amount of time after that when Jaskier spills, shouting Lambert’s name and squeezing his hand around Lambert’s wrist. Lambert slows his thrusts and strokes Jaskier through it, until Jaskier pushes his hand away.

Lambert pulls out of him before Jaskier can protest, leaving his hole clenching around nothing and bereft as it begins to tighten again. Lambert jacks his cock quickly, Jaskier tracking the microexpressions that flit across his face as he brings himself his own pleasure until he comes, spurting onto Jaskier’s crotch and stomach. Jaskier gives him a put upon sigh at the mess, but he’s not sure how convincing it is when he’s so tired he can barely do anything but lay there.

Lambert grins at him and tugs at his hair before he retreats to grab something off the floor that Jaskier recognizes as his doublet. “Hey!” he protests, but it doesn’t stop Lambert from cleaning them up with it.

“You’re buying me a new shirt,” Jaskier says.

Lambert hums. “I’ll wash this one for you. Maybe. If you’re lucky.”

Jaskier throws an arm over his eyes. “You’re so cruel to me.”

He keeps his arm there until Lambert prods him in the side.

“How was that?” Lambert asks. “World shaking?”

Jaskier looks up at him, brushing his fingers through Lambert’s bristly hair and making him flush. “It was everything I wanted.”

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