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Can you do a Leon smut where him and his gf have angry sex and afterwards they cuddle and apologize lol! I feel like it would be some steamy powerful sex right there.

Tried my best, sorry for the delay. 18+ content below!

You and Leon never fought. And when you did, it was always just bickering and light banter. But this time was different. You're full blown argument with him ended with him slamming the front door, leaving you in tears. Out of all days, it had to be on the same day he was leaving for an urgent mission located all the way in Spain, practically across the world. You couldn't even remember what the argument was about, that's how ridiculous this all was.

Staying holed up on Leon's side of the bed for majority of the days he was gone, inhaling the faint scent he left behind. That musky cologne he liked to wear. You'd got it for him as an anniversary gift a few years back, and he always made sure to wear it. Having no idea when he would come back, becoming worried sick and about to contact his workplace when you heard the creak of the front door opening.

It was slammed shut, the shuffling of boots could be heard past your bedroom door. You sat up straight not knowing what to do you grabbed the current book you were reading, lifting it to cover your red, blotchy face dry tears stuck to it. Leon was the one that did indeed walk into your shared bedroom, and he didn't even glance in your direction as he made his way to the bathroom.

Flabbergasted and kind of heartbroken you took a quick scan of his figure. He was dirty, cuts and bruises lined his arms and you would assume his torso and legs to. After cleaning himself up you heard him cuss mumbling something about ganandos? whatever that was, you were fed up with him ignoring you.

"Leon hey can we t-"

Hushing you, he placed a long, thin finger upon your cupids bow silencing you.

"We aren't talking about nothing yet, I'm just so fucking hungry for you It's killing me."

He leaned forward and fisted your shirt in his hands, scrunching the fabric harshly tugging your body towards him. His lips meeting yours in a steamy kiss, that had your legs turn to jelly. He growled animal like talking about how you were going to worship him tonight. Practically prodding your mouth open so he could stick his wet, warm tongue inside. Lips beginning to swell from the intense make out session, pulling back his forehead bumping against your own. Your lips still connected by a string of saliva he broke with the back of his hand.

Sticking a hand down your shorts, he pushed a finger past your panties and pinched your clit harshly. He had you rocking your hips, moaning, crying, pining for some sort of friction whether that being his thigh or his godsend fingers. Didn't even ask, just pulled down your shorts along with your panties all together leaving you a nasty wet mess for him to clean up.

After countless almost orgasms that were stopped my Leon edging the absolute shit of you. He left you a trembling, twitching mess, looking down upon you and meanly chuckled.

He had never been so mean, of course you'd had you're fair share of rough sex with him. But this time he seemed angrier, hotter and ready to have you a curled up used mess by the time he was done with you.

"You're going to take everything I give you, even if you become a cry baby I won't stop for ya."

His hands were wrapped around his shaft, positioning his tip covered in his pearly precum right on your clit pressing against it. Teasing you relentlessly, tipping you over the edge so you'd become a puny little blubbering mess. And you loved it, every second of this new side of Leon you'd never even merely witnessed. He had you clenching your thighs together, rubbing them trying to keep the wetness from seeping down the plush of them. He pried them open cooing softly about you being a needy whore before entering you without warning.

Crying out from the surprise of being so god damn full, you arched your back tummy sticking up giving Leon a perfect view of your tits and his bulging cock inside of you. He was so harsh with it, manhandling back into the position he wanted you in. Body glued to the mattress that felt like a steamy sauna right now, grabbing a hold of your calves almost stopping the blood circulation from how tight he was holding on propping your ankles on top of his broad shoulders.

He didn't stop, he didn't say his usual hey baby you ready? he just started to piston into you like no tomorrow. His thrusts were so rough, sliding out of you and slamming back in. He was touching the tip of your cervix at this point, your legs twitching every time he did. He was fucking you like he hated you, like he despised your very existence.

"Fuck Leon! to much I can't I ca-"

"Whores like you can handle this much I'm sure."

His words were ringing in your head, one of your legs slipping of his shoulder as he lifted the other to angle himself to push deeper into your heat. Cross eyed and drool dribbling down yourself, you looked like a fucked out mess. His balls were slapping against your ass roughly, making you squirm in his hold. He spanked your clit and had you yelping, warm tears dripping down your face as you clutched onto the white bedsheets. He bent down swiftly to lick at your salty tears, pressing a rough kiss to your eyelid.

You weren't exactly sure how many times you came, but you felt yourself reaching your high quicker than the last one looking down at your glistening legs covered in your slick. He wouldn't let you touch your clit, let alone rub it or circle it with your desperate fingers. You were being punished, and he groaned as he cut loose and came deep inside of you groping your ass as he dropped your legs onto the mattress.

Now he had you on the bed sideways, back pressed against his sweaty chest as he grabbed your jaw forcing you to look straight ahead taking you from behind. Penetrating your cunt so deeply he was hitting all those precious little spots of yours that had you mewling and sobbing his name between cries.

"Leon fuck you feel so ah.. good!"

You could sense that little smirk on his face as he thrusted even harsher telling you to shut the fuck up.

With his free hand that slithered to your front, squeezing and tweaking your hardened, sensitive nipples had you thrashing around.

"Can't get enough of my cock can you? Your slutty little body and this tight fucking pussy are all mine."

Your cunt clamped down on his cock at those words, his breathing heavier and your whines became shakier. You came hard around him, creaming around his cock and milking him tight. He filled you up just the way you liked it his groans heavenly in your ear, his mumbled curses as he licked the shell of your ear and smacked your ass before pulling out.

Both laying like that for what felt like forever, when Leon spoke up.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry I just left you without a goodbye and I'm just so sorry." He Buried his face in his hands, sighing to himself.

Getting up and facing him clutching his bicep, making him look at you, look at you with those pale blue eyes that held so much emotion.

"It's okay Leon, I forgive you.. but please talk to me if you're being bothered I love you, you know that?"

"I know that."

"So what did you do in Spain?"

"Well that's classified information, but I guess I could tell you after I've slept a whole day."

You both chuckled, leaving it at that.

Foreheads touching, fingers intertwined and just holding each other as close as humanly possible you both drifted of into each others dreams.

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atlabeth · 12 days

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wake up, sunshine

knight!luke masterlist

based on this ask

pairing: knight!luke castellan x princess!reader

summary: you and luke repair some things at your kingdom's annual flower festival.

a/n: have some fluff after i destroyed their relationship in the last fic! also this is based off of the scene from rapunzel because how could it not be <3 title from the all time low song bc it is soooo them "somebody loves you for yourself" <3 they're everything

wc: 2.5k

warning(s): once again luke is kinda angsty but this is much fluffier than usual! princess is nice again, they have a couple sweet moments <3

we’ve been focusing on a lot of rough times between luke and the princess but things aren’t all bad for them!! even though she’s trying to ignore him and being forced to court a prince she isn’t interested in at all and war is imminent, war has not struck YET

which means that things are still pretty great lol. and things are going to get a little better

Aurelda’s flower festival always happens at the peak of spring, when all of the flowers (especially the ones only found in your kingdom) bloom, and it is full of revelry and merriment

You’ve gone every year since you were old enough to walk, and though things have been a bit bleak for you, you’re actually excited about it! that boring prince has gone back home so you don’t have to spend the entire festival entertaining him.

For the first time in a while, you actually get to focus on yourself and having fun. and you plan to do just that

Of course, things are still weird between you and Luke — you know it’s your own fault, and you know that’s how it has to be, but you still hate it — but you can’t stop thinking about his words from that night as your lady’s maid helps you get ready for the festival.

You may not care about what you want, but I do. And my loyalty is to you, princess. Not to your parents. And certainly no prince.

Your heart twists painfully but you hide any emotion. The last thing you need is your maids spreading rumors. They already gossip about how close you and Luke are. You don’t need any star-crossed lovers narratives going on when your friendship is being put through the wringer of your own accord.

You’re wearing a more casual outfit than usual—though your parents usually want you adorned in gowns and over the top dresses, you insisted on a simpler dress that cut off around your ankles for the ease of movement. It has plenty of embroidered flowers, of course.

You planned to participate in every festival activity, no matter what your parents said. You deserved to have some fun after being so serious for the past month.

You’re stuck in meetings the entire day before the festival, so you’re brimming with unspent energy the second you step out of the palace. Your leg bounces up and down the entire carriage ride, and you talk at (not to) your parents the whole time.

You’re excited, okay? And you deserve to be. things have been rough lately, and with the prince’s presence, woefully boring. You can’t wait to get back in the middle of your kingdom and see your people. You love your subjects, and you always love when you get to meet and talk to them in person.

Luke, on the other hand, is slightly stressed.

As this is his inaugural year as your knight, it is a season of firsts for him, and every first comes with unhealthy amounts of stress.

His first ball with you, his first time in another kingdom with you, his first festival with you, his first time being at odds with you.

Luke honestly doesn’t know how you feel about him right now. You’ve put an impressive amount of distance between you and him, and you rarely talk to him outside of necessity, but he sees your lingering glances in his direction. He notices when you don’t rebuke his attempts at friendly conversation.

Luke meant every word that he said. He knows you, and he knows you don’t want this—you at least don’t want to leave him in the dark like this. So he isn’t going to let you go that easily.

Your avoidance of him may be a good thing, though, because at least it means you don’t see his reaction when you leave your room wearing your festival dress.

Luke has always thought of you as the most beautiful girl he knows, and that hasn’t changed with time.

You always stun in your ballgowns and any Aureldan finery, but there’s just something about you wearing such a simplistic dress, heightened by embroidered flowers, that makes him weak in the knees.

Maybe it’s because Luke has imagined a life away from all of this so many times. You’re not a princess, and he’s not a knight, but you’re devoted to each other the same—you just don’t have any royal strings attached.

Apart from being a knight, Luke has never really cared where his future took him, as long as it was with you. He knows he would give up all of this and more if it meant he could share a simple life with you.

Thankfully, he’s composed himself by the time you look at him, though he can’t push away all the lingering thoughts.

“Are you attending the festival today, Sir Castellan?” you ask.

He hates it when you call him that, but he nods. “Of course. You’re going out into the kingdom—you need security.”

“It is a festival,” you drawl. “Nothing will happen.”

“It is still necessary,” he says. “You can think of me as your knightly escort.”

That actually gets a bit of a laugh out of you, and he suppresses a smile. “My escort. How improper of you.”

“Today is meant to be a day of festivities,” Luke says. “Impropriety may be allowed just this once.”

Your smile remains as you start to walk together, and Luke knows he could live off of its warmth alone.

And when you finally reach your destination, your smile gets even bigger.

It’s been far too long since you’ve gotten to be in the midst of your kingdom, surrounded by all your people. This is the part of your position that you love—you just wish your parents trusted you with it more.

Your parents are busy with their image—they’re speaking later today, you’re sure, and right now they’re discussing things with some kind of village leader—which gives you the perfect opportunity to slip away.

Luke is right behind you, of course, but it’s always been hard to keep up with you. You’ve grown very skilled at weaving your way through crowds, but thankfully Luke has grown very skilled at keeping an eye on you.

By the time he catches up to you, though, it’s too late.

“Princess—” Luke calls in protest, but you’re already off to greet a group of children calling your name.

You know exactly how to stress him out, running off like that without him immediately behind you, but he can’t find any anger inside of him.

Luke hasn’t forgotten your words. He doesn’t know how he could.

But in this moment, it’s so easy to see why he can’t just do his duty and let you go.

The way you crouch down to be on their level, how you listen so intently to everything they say, your dazzling smile.

Yes, one could say it’s your duty to be kind to your people, but for many royals, that’s not true. You’ve always cared about the people of Aurelda, ever since you were young—that may have been one of the few things that hasn’t changed as you’ve grown. Luke has always admired that about you.

In this moment, you’re not the crown princess. You’re just you. And it’s hard for anyone not to love you.

…It’s hard for him not to love you.

yeah.

this is the moment that luke realizes he loves you. like loves you loves you.

And it doesn’t come as much of a shock to him. Luke has always loved you, one way or another. He’s just now understanding the kind of love he holds for you now.

wants to spend the rest of his life with you, would throw himself onto a sword for you, would do absolutely anything for you type loves you.

If anything, it brings some form of relief.

He loves you. You don’t love him, and you’re going to marry a prince someday. Maybe within the year.

It’s as simple as that.

except it isn’t, obviously

because you love him too!! you just don’t know it yet!! and you don’t really want to marry the prince your parents are pushing at you, you just don’t see any other way.

But it’s not like Luke knows that. he may be the youngest person to ever become part of the kingsguard but he is ~ insecure ~ and he cannot imagine anyone liking him like that, especially you!!!

Luke comes back into himself when you bound back over to him, and he notices the flower crown balancing precariously on your head.

You have the biggest grin on your face, and though the gowns you wear at balls and fancier events are great, you’re nothing less than stunning in your simple dress. You’re slightly out of breath and your skin is luminescent with the glow of exertion. He can’t help but smile.

Have you always been this beautiful? He’s pretty sure you have, but he doesn’t know how he didn’t realize it sooner.

Luke has loved you for a while, he thinks. Maybe he always has—maybe that’s what the warm feeling he gets in his chest when he looks at you is. Maybe that’s what made his heart clench every time a prince danced with you at that ball.

Maybe his love for you has always been what’s pushed him forward.

“Luke,” you said, and once again, you snapped him out of his thoughts. You were absolutely beaming at him, and you wore a flower crown on your head. “Are you there?”

Luke, he realized. Not Sir Castellan, for what felt like the first time in weeks.

“I’m always here,” he said. “I’ve got superior training, princess.”

“Of course,” you said with mock austerity, nodding sagely. “I could never forget.”

You held up another flower crown, one similar to yours, and your smile grew. “The kids made another one, too. They said it was for my grumpy looking knight.”

Luke scoffed, but there was no edge to it. “I’m not grumpy. Merely cautious.”

“Oh, yes,” you said dryly. “I’m sure those kids had devious plans, Luke.”

That got the slightest of smiles out of him, and it spurned warmth in your chest. “It’s my—”

“It’s your job to watch me,” you finished. “I know. Just teasing you.”

“And I welcome it,” he said. “It’s nice to see you like this, princess.”

“Talking to my people and actually making a difference?” you guessed.

“Happy,” he corrected.

“Yes, well…” you trailed off, glancing away for a moment as you shrugged. “I’ve been busy.”

“And for once, you don’t look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.” Luke’s eyes drifted to the flower crown sitting on your head, and his smile grew. “It suits you.”

“Carelessness or flower crowns?” you asked wryly.

“Flower crowns.” Luke crossed his arms. “You’re far from careless, princess.”

You rolled your eyes

“You’ve got to stop talking down on yourself like that,” he said. “Like nothing you say or do matters. Because it does. It may not feel like it, but you’re doing valuable work.”

“Oh, yes,” you said breezily. “I’m sure sitting in meetings that don’t matter and looking pretty as I stand in the background during my father’s speeches is valuable work.”

“That’s not what I mean.” Luke gestured at the crowd of people around, specifically pointing at the group of kids that you’d entertained. “You fight for them every day, even if you don’t realize it. You care about these people, princess, which is already more than half of the people in that castle do for them. Why else would they adore you?”

You bit your lip and glanced away. It was hard to take Luke’s words to heart when you truly felt like you were doing nothing—when it felt like the only thing you could possibly be good for was a marriage.

But you did argue with your parents near every chance you got on matters of support and aid for your people. It was the least you could do, especially when you knew you would never really have to deal with consequences.

(There was a reason most of your father’s advisors had to suppress groans every time you would sit in on a meeting. You took pride in your ability to annoy.)

“Let’s call a truce, okay?”

You frowned. Now it was Luke bringing you out of your thoughts. “A truce?”

“I don’t want you to keep avoiding me, and I don’t think you’re really enjoying it either.” Luke met your gaze. “We’ve been friends for as long as I can remember, princess. Don’t let boring princes come between that.”

You glanced away. “Luke…”

“I know,” he said with a sigh. “I know your duty, and I know mine. But seeing you today, so carefree and happy—it’s worth more than a million gold pieces to me.”

You’d been dancing around this topic since the night you pushed him away. It just hurt too much to talk about, and you felt like you didn’t have a right to be hurt—not when you were the one that did it.

You loved Luke—he’d been your best friend for as long as you could remember. But you would be lying if you said you didn’t hate the time you’ve been spending apart.

“We’re both getting older, I know. And we both have responsibilities we’re going to take on. God, someday, you’re going to be queen.” Luke huffed a laugh, though his eyes never wavered from you. “But that doesn’t mean that we can’t get through it together. Just like we’ve gotten through everything else together.”

Luke held out his hand. “So? Truce?”

You stared at his hand for a moment, unable to meet his eyes. You knew exactly what you wanted to say but you felt like you couldn’t.

Because dammit, your days felt so dull. You always wanted to talk about your day and how boring your lessons were or the bullshit your father’s advisors have been discussing in meetings, and Luke was always the person you wanted to talk to about it all. He always has been.

And you pushed him away.

Before you could doubt yourself, you ignored his hand entirely and pulled him into a tight hug. Luke wrapped his arms around you immediately, holding you close.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you,” you whispered. God, how you’d missed his embrace—you never felt safer than when you were in his arms. “And I’m sorry for being so stupid.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, princess,” he murmured. “And you’re certainly not stupid. Don’t even think that way.”

You let out a breathy laugh as you pulled away, smiling softly at Luke. “I’m stupid to ever think I could really stay away from you.”

and for the rest of the festival, you and luke are practically inseparable<3 not just because he’s your guard but because you’re best friends.

You’re not going to let anything change that going forward. any prince that wants to marry you is just going to have to deal with that.

(you even get him to wear that flower crown.)

(and though he tries to hide it, he kind of loves it.)

(mostly because he loves you<3)

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bunnliix · 2 months

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Can't Stay Away from You - Chapter Two

The outline for this chapter, was over 2000 words, so as you can see, I had ideas lol. We get a bit more attention on the boys this chapter, but we do see what's up with y/n as well! Honestly, this series seems to be longer chapters, so the updates will be slower for this story. But either way, I hope this is an enjoyable chapter two!

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word count: 5.7k

warnings: Angst, fluff eventually, protective members, scenting, scent highs, cute moments because yes we need it, multiple distressed and panicked people, crying, tears, I think that's it?

“Why did you ever think it was a good idea to give her, a random Stay, your number? What in the world compelled you to think it was a good idea?! She could have been a sasaeng for all we know, and you just gave her your number all willy nilly?!” Minho just about exploded on the pack alpha, criticizing his frankly stupid decision.

“You know very well that we’re all pulled to her for some reason. Hell, my alpha wanted to grab her, pull her into my arms, and scent her, right in front of every fan in that room. And I’m pretty fucking sure that everyone else felt something similar to that. So don’t you criticize me on this Minho. I thought about it before I gave her my number. I took a chance, wanting to get to know that girl who captivated even you. Don’t think I didn’t see you watching her after your turn, I saw it all.” Chan went after Minho, feeling enraged after hearing the man’s words.

By the end of his words, Chan was chest to chest with Minho, almost ready to fight with him. Minho is ready to fight his pack alpha, wanting to get it into his thick head how much he could have risked their pack’s safety over this.

“Do you realize how badly this could have gone?! We’re lucky that she hasn’t yet done something. She could post your number out into the world for all we know. And yet you’re standing here, telling me it’s worth it because she interests you? I thought my pack leader, and the leader of my group, was more responsible than that.” Minho said, his words cutting like knives.

A noise at the door stopped their conversation, Minho moving to open the door, their two omegas falling onto the floor. The two of them looked sheepishly up at their alphas, knowing they were caught in the worst way. The two alphas weren’t impressed, as the omegas knew better than to eavesdrop, and they raised an eyebrow at the two until the apologies came rolling in.

“And you two were listening in, why?” Chan questioned them, as they looked down at the floor.

“Jagiya dragged you in here, and we were curious why he needed to talk to you so urgently.” Han answered Chan, before looking up at him. “Do you really have y/n’s number??” He hurried to ask, even though it meant Minho gave him a look for asking at all.

“Yah! That’s what you gained from listening in? That Christopher has the girl’s number?” Minho scolded the younger man.

“Well, yeah. It means we can talk with her!” Jisung says, completely ignoring Minho’s growing glare.

“I am surrounded by fucking idiots I swear.” Minho comments, voice and face giving away just how done he was with the alpha and omega pair.

Felix wisely stayed quiet, hoping that he’d be forgotten about. Unfortunately, that was not going to happen, as both alphas turned to him.

“How much did you hear?” Chan asked.

“I heard everything.” Felix answered, hoping that the less he gave away, the better off he’d be. Once again, he was wrong.

“Where do you stand on this, then?” Minho queried.

“I can’t say that I’m not excited that Chan has y/n’s number, but also I can understand your concerns, Minho-hyung.” Felix explains, feeling torn between both sides.

Chan smirked triumphantly, as Minho sighed. Why are his packmates like this? His own alpha told him that he’s the same way, that he’s being a hypocrite. He shut out his wolf, focusing back on the present situation.

Since he didn’t get scolded for his words, Felix decided to be a bit cheeky. He teased Minho about his reaction to the girl, before getting stuck in a headlock by the alpha.

“I’m not wrong!” He shouted out. Minho only growls in response.

This triggers Han to laugh, before running out of the room, calling out that the great alpha Minho was interested in y/n too, no matter what he said to oppose that thought. Said alpha let Felix go and ran after the other omega, intent on murdering him.

“You little shit, get back here!” He screamed out at the rapper, chasing after him.

“I don’t think so!” Han called back, a cheeky smile plastered on his face. The other observed this chase and laughed at the two of them. This was prime entertainment, after all. Felix and Chan made their way out to the living room, where the majority of the pack had settled, watching the alpha omega pair race around the house in a very scooby doo sort of fashion.

Eventually Jisung was cornered by the older alpha, and was swiftly pushed up against a wall. Minho attacked the omega’s scent gland, Jisung quickly went into a scent high, going limp in the alpha’s arms. Minho smirked victoriously, bringing the now quiet omega over to sit down on the couch, keeping him in his lap. Seungmin emerged from his room, the last member to join them all in the living room.

“Well, I guess we might as well have the pack meeting now.” Chan piped up, all attention turning to him.

“What about?” Seungmin asked.

“About y/n.” Chan quickly replied, and that got everyone’s attention. The boys’ attention was solely focused on their pack alpha, well besides Jisung whose head was resting on Minho’s shoulder, the omega still a melted puddle.

The boys started to get louder, each discussing about y/n, before Chan shushed them all.

“During the fanmeet, I gave y/n my number when signing her album. She messaged me while we were on the way back here. I confirmed it’s actually her, and I know that all of us were interested in her, I could tell by how none of you could shut up about her on the drive home.” He told them, and they all started clamoring for her number.

“Yah! Shut up!” Minho interjected, and they all quickly settled as none of them wanted to earn the man’s ire.

Chan continued once the noise level had dropped, “My alpha also is attracted to her, at the fansign, it wanted me to pull her into my arms and scent her, everyone else be damned. I know Minho’s alpha was behaving similarly.”

Minho sighed as all attention was directed to him. “My alpha didn’t want to let her go. And wanted to take her and keep her in our nest. And he wouldn’t shut up about how pretty Felix and her would look together in our nest.” He spoke.

This admission from the dancer caused a round of teasing by the rest of the pack. They teased him and his alpha for wanting to essentially kidnap a fan because she was so pretty. Felix sat there blushing, the thought of y/n and him in a nest together painted a pretty picture in his mind, leaving him desiring for that to happen.

Fairly quickly afterwards, the remainder of the boys also speak up about their feelings, except for Han, but Felix shares the other omega’s feelings in his stead. They all found that if their wolves hadn’t outright talked about her, that they at least felt drawn or pulled to her.

Changbin quickly brought the conversation back around to Chan having her number, which then brought back the clamoring by the others, bar Minho and Han, for their leader to pass on her number to them. Chan sternly told them that he would have to get her permission first before he would even think of handing out her number, which then spurs on calls for him to text her right then and there to ask, as well as a couple of pouts at Chan not immediately giving her number.

The leader sighed, before pulling his phone out and pulling up their texts.

‘Hey there. So the others found out that I have your number, and they want it as well. I won’t pass it on to them unless I have your express permission to do so.’ He texted y/n.

It took a minute before she responded, and by the time she did, the boys had crowded around him and his phone.

‘That’s fine! You can give it to them, I don’t mind.’ She replied to him.

“Oh! Ask her if we can have a group chat too!!” Hyunjin shouted out, making Changbin and Felix cover their ears.

‘And I have been asked to ask you if you’re okay with a group chat with the whole group.’ He passed on the question to her.

‘That’s okay with me as well. I assume it was Felix who wanted it? Or Han?’ She asked him.

‘Hyunjin, actually.’ He texted.

‘Ahhh, that would have been my third guess.’ She replied, and he laughed.

Hyunjin pouted, as did Felix, at being so predictable.

Chan quickly created a group chat, adding y/n to it last. As he predicted, the chat quickly fell into chaos. The boys all wanted her attention, and he had to step in to tell them to cool it, both by text and verbally. There were more pouts this time, the boys unhappy about being scolded.

Since the industry has a habit of not disclosing the idol’s designations to fans since that incident at the fansign, and the pack of boys not knowing what y/n’s designation is, that’s the first thing after introductions to be discussed. Y/n is the first to spill, telling them that she is an omega, to which Felix chimed in as well. Though he already knew that, and was trying to cover up for the growing pool of guilt in his stomach at hiding it. Chan tells her that Han is the other omega of their group. Changbin, Hyunjin and Sungmin all tell her that they’re the betas, Seungmin noting afterwards that he’s the pack beta. This left Jeongin, Minho and Chan as the alphas, with Chan specifying that he’s the pack alpha.

Y/n was thankful to know what each of the boys was, and now knows why she probably felt the most at ease with Chan, Han and Felix, with two of them being fellow omegas and one being a pack alpha. They start to discuss other topics, though the maknaes try to persuade her to reveal who her bias was, but she kept her mouth shut on that matter. They move on to getting to know her, 20 questions style but really, it was just them asking her questions instead of her asking them any questions.

During all of this, Chan notes that Felix is unusually quiet, which is odd because of how excited he was only five minutes prior. He’s usually the big texting person in the group, and yet he’s barely texting at all, just staring down at his phone.

Felix is feeling the guilt settle in his chest, weighing him down almost. He can’t push himself to be part of the conversation, only staring down at his phone, slowly drifting away from reality. He can’t help but feel guilty, he ran away from her, and his omega had been berating him for his actions since then. He only jolted back into reality when Chan reached out to shake him, asking if he was okay. The freckled Aussie fakes a smile and tells his alpha that he’s fine. He knew he had to come clean, there was no other way around it. It wasn’t fair to keep her in the dark about this, but it also wouldn’t be fair to drop this over text.

Before he can regret it, he texted her in the group chat, ‘Are you free to call? There’s something you need to know.’

This set the pack into pandemonium, thinking that Felix was going to tell her about their feelings. Chan and Minho reach out for his phone, but the omega moves faster, moving out of everyone’s reach.

A ding was heard as she replied, ‘I’m free right now, Felix. What’s up?’

Deciding to just call her instantly, to avoid himself backing out, and to keep the others away from him.

“Hey Felix, what’s up? What did you wanna talk about?” She asked him as soon as she picked up.

“I knew you were an omega.” He blurted out.

“How? You shouldn’t have been able to tell at the fansign, not with my scent covered.” She replied, confused at how he knew.

“I met you before the fansign, actually.” He admitted to her, and the others.

“I think I would have known if we met.” She started, before going silent.

“Y/n?” Felix tentatively called out to the omega over the phone.

“No, we couldn’t have. That was you?” He hears her say, both to him and to herself.

“It was me. I’m sorry for what I did.” He told her.

“Felix-” She started, but he interrupted her.

“I’m sorry for bumping into you, and I’m so sorry that I ran away. My omega’s been berating me for it since I ran. I figured I’d never run into you again, but then you turned up at the fansign and when you didn’t recognize me, I thought that I just had to get through it and it would all be okay.” He apologized, and explained to the best of his ability.

His heart dropped as he heard a tiny gasp before a sob was heard from her side of the call. He hadn’t meant to make her cry, it was the last thing he had meant to happen. The others hear the sob and it’s enough to shock Han out of his scent high, his instincts on alert almost immediately.

“I didn’t say anything at the fansign because I didn’t think it was a good place to do so, nevermind the backlash that either of us may have faced. I had such a good time talking to you I swear. My omega’s honestly been yearning for you since yesterday, and I’m sorry I was cowardly and ran away. I was just so overwhelmed by everything I was feeling and my omega’s thoughts and urges and I couldn’t think of anything else to do but to run. I’m sorry y/n, for the hurt I caused you. I only hope you can forgive me.” He further explained, hoping that she would accept his apology, but know full well that she didn’t have to. Tears running out of his eyes by the end of his little speech.

The rest of the pack could only watch on, concerned about both omega’s but unsure of whether to intervene at all.

“Thank you for telling me, Felix. And thank you for apologizing. In the vein of being honest, after you ran, I went back to the hotel yesterday, because I had been overcome with a feeling of loneliness, and sadness. I made up a nest and after getting in it, I cried myself to sleep almost. My omega cried out for you, she was the most hurt by your actions.” Y/n admitted to not only Felix, but the rest of the boys unknowingly.

Felix started sobbing, as did y/n. Both omega’s feeling great amounts of sadness, and each feeding off of the other’s emotions. Chan decided it was time to step in, pulling Felix in close and hugging the younger man, taking the phone from his hand and handing it off to Minho as the alpha stepped closer, Han by his side. The other omega wrapped his arms around Felix, providing further comfort.

“Y/n? This is Minho. Can I ask for more details?” The elder alpha asked the girl.

She explained from the beginning, going over the two omega’s first encounter, and ending it with what she had said before, about falling asleep in her nest due to her emotions overtaking her. She told him that she had no idea it was Felix, that for all she knew, it was just a random stranger who smelled amazing, but had just run out of the blue.

As she continued to talk to Minho, her sentences eventually devolved into sobs and cries instead, fearing that she hurt Felix. Her sobs continued, worrying Minho that she’d start to hyperventilate and pass out because of it. He started to try and calm her over the phone, looking over to see that most of the group had crowded around Felix, trying to calm the omega down, though it wasn’t working.

Y/n could barely hear Minho’s voice, her sobs having grown louder as she tugged at her shirt, whining and crying that she had made Felix upset. She hadn’t wanted to do that, and she wished she could take back what she said. She curled in on herself, her omega feeling as sad as she was, neither of them wanted this to happen. Her scent soured, smelling bitter now, instead of sweet like it normally did.

Minho called out to the omega, “Y/n? Can you hear me?”

He only received a whine in reply, but it was better than nothing.

“Omega, I need you to verbally answer me.” He told her, not wishing to call her that, but knowing it will help bring her back at least slightly.

“Can hear ya.” He heard her mumble.

“Good omega.” He praised her. “Thank you for answering me.”

He doesn’t think she’s going to fully calm down soon, and he’s worried about her dropping, so decided that he needed to go see her. He asked her where her hotel was, receiving the name of a hotel, which he was able to discover wasn’t far from their dorm. He told her to stay calm for him and to keep breathing.

He caught Chan’s attention, the pack alpha motioning for him to come closer.

“I’m going to see y/n, she’s in as much distress as he is right now. I’m worried she’ll pass out.” He says quietly, trying not to let the others hear, though his effort is for naught.

Felix and Hyunjin whined at what they overheard, the omega of the two freaking out further that the other omega was in distress because of him, enough so that she might pass out. Felix himself started to hyperventilate, worrying about y/n getting hurt while she’s all alone.

“Alpha, protect omega?” He managed to get out, directing it at Minho.

“We’re gonna protect you baby, don’t worry.” Chan reassured him.

“Not ‘mega, pretty ‘mega.” Tears welled up in Felix’s eyes as they weren’t understanding him.

“I’m going to go help pretty ‘mega, okay kitten?” Minho said, running his hands through Felix’s hair, pushing his bangs back as he did so.

Felix nodded, before devolving into further worry, his omega taking over at that point. Tears were falling at a fast pace down the blue haired omega’s cheeks and his distressed scent almost made the others choke. Finally, to calm him down and having no other option, Chan scruffed the younger Aussie, causing him to go limp in the leader’s arms. Han grabs Seungmin, and the two start scenting their omega, trying to bring back that happy citrusy scent that they know and love.

Chan motions for Minho to go see y/n, or they’ll be dealing with a distressed omega all night.

“Go on, go see her. Take Hyunjin with you.” Chan ordered the two of them.

They quickly threw their shoes back on, taking the minimum they needed to get out the door. Hyunjin pulled his phone out, getting directions to her hotel. They hurried down the streets to her hotel, somewhat relieved that they made it there in under 20 minutes.

They rushed into the hotel lobby, y/n having given her room number prior to them leaving the dorm thankfully. They pushed the button for her room, but of course they weren’t alone in the elevator, and it seemed that people had to stop and get out on every single floor. Finally they arrived on her floor, running down the hall to find her room, Hyunjin finding it first.

Minho knocked on the door gently, but loud enough that y/n could hear it. They heard noise from inside the room, before the door slowly opened. Y/n looked a mess, tear-stained cheeks and swollen red eyes from crying. She was still having trouble regulating her breathing, her breath hitching and shaking as she looked up at them.

“Hi.” She said, barely louder than a whisper.

Minho, on pure instinct, picked her up and carried her in his arms, one hand pushing her head into his neck and scent gland, letting her scent him if she wanted to. He brought her to her nest in the bed, laying her in it as he stayed outside of it. He looked at her for permission to enter her nest, and she quickly granted it. He crawled into bed almost instantaneously, pulling the omega into his lap and wrapping his arms around her. He rocked her back and forth, letting her scent him as much as she needed. Minho was just there to comfort her without judgment, as she cried into his shoulder. He softly cooed and whispered comforting words to her, telling her that Felix was fine, that the others were with him and that he would be fine, just as she would be fine.

Hyunjin was waiting outside the nest, knowing better than to climb inside without the omega’s permission. At that point, y/n had calmed down quite a bit, and had taken to scenting Minho, which Hyunjin knew the alpha would never let strangers do. Yet here he was, allowing her to do what she needed for comfort. It really did prove that connection they all felt, that the older alpha willingly left Felix in distress to come and see y/n, and even was acting on instinct to calm an omega he had only met briefly hours earlier.

Minho caught y/n’s attention, pointing to the beta who was waiting. She immediately made grabby hands for the tall dancer, who smiled as he climbed into the nest.

“Hello little omega.” He cooed in greeting, getting a smile and a blush in response.

“Hiii beta.” She said, before hiding her face in Minho’s shoulder, to which the two men chuckled.

Hyunjin moved close to her, rubbing her back softly. Her scent was still soured, which worried the two of them. It meant that she still hadn’t fully come back from her distress, or was hiding how bad it was. Except for the fact that scents never lied, so the two of them changed positions, laying down in the nest on their sides facing each other, with y/n in the middle of them. They took turns scenting her and trying to get her scent to brighten up.

“It’s okay, omega. Everyone’s okay, no one’s upset or mad, you’ve done nothing wrong. Your feelings are valid, and we can talk everything out with Felix later, okay? But we need you to feel better first. We can’t have a sad omega, hmm?” Minho continued to reassure her, telling her that Felix would be distressed to see her like this.

Sometime after they arrived, y/n’s scent finally started to smell better, sweeter. Hyunjin’s beta and Minho’s alpha can’t get enough of her scent, the sweet honey and vanilla was so delicious. The boys felt the same way, the two of them chuffing in happiness. This was all strangely intimate for three people who had only met hours earlier, but there was a sense of rightness as they all laid together. It felt like this is what they should be doing, like they were just laying with another one of their packmates, not an omega they had met that day.

Y/n’s omega was purring in happiness at being in between the alpha and beta. Her omega was loving this, even if it only happened because of a bad situation. The happier she gets, the more delectable her scent gets, and soon enough, the boys can’t help themselves. The two of them descend on her scent glands, attacking them in order to get more of that pretty scent to come out and their wolves want to smell like her, want her pretty omega scent all over them, as a claim of sorts. This attack almost causes y/n to go into a scent high, thankfully for her, they get interrupted before that happens.

Minho picked up her phone to see Chan calling her. He answered, “Hello Channie alpha.”

“Hello Minho. How is y/n doing? Is she feeling better? I tried to get a hold of both of you, but neither you nor Hyunjin answered.” Chan questioned him, concerned.

“We’ve taken good care of her, she’s feeling better now.” Minho replied.

“Y/n’s okay? She’s really okay?” Felix’s voice comes through the phone.

Y/n took this as her time to speak up. “I’m okay, Felix. I promise. Are you okay too, sunshine?” She turned the questions back on him.

“I’m okay, I promise!” He told her, wanting her to not be concerned about him.

The two omegas started chatting on other topics, but before long, Chan interrupted them and told them to save the conversation for another time. They both pouted, the respective boys on either side chuckling at their expressions.

“Minho, Hyunjin, what are your plans now? Are you returning to the dorm now?” He broached the topic of what they would do, now that y/n’s been calmed down.

Hyunjin speaks up first, “Can we bring her back with us? Don’t want to leave her here alone.” Minho hummed in agreement.

Their wolves were insistent on not leaving her here by herself. What if she got distressed again, and they weren’t here to soothe her? That couldn’t be allowed.

“We want her to come back with us. Omega shouldn’t be left alone.” Minho affirmed Hyunjin’s words.

The use of omega tipped off Chan that Minho was not fully in control at the moment. That made him concerned, and their insistence really shocked the others, not expecting them to want to bring her back.

Well, everyone except for Han, he wasn’t shocked that they were behaving like this. Han knew that there was something about her that pulled them in, and he was fully on board with her coming to their dorm. If Minho’s alpha was that protective over her, he knew that she was safe to be around. The man’s alpha is protective over his pack, and he’d never let anyone in that he deemed a threat. Plus, his alpha was right, when he said she’d look cute in their nest. He wanted that too, wanted her and Felix in the nest. She’d be their little omega, that they’d keep safe, and by Felix’s concern, he thought the same.

“I want her here. Minho-jagi, bring her please.” The quokka-cheeked man spoke up, to everyone’s surprise. Thankfully, no one protested it, and Chan gave in, saying she could come and stay the night, to a round of cheers.

Chan sighed, before calling out to y/n, asking her, “Y/n, do you want to come here and stay with us for the night? You can say no, and I will come and get the boys. But you are welcome here if you want that.”

Y/n nodded, forgetting that Chan couldn’t see her nod.

Minho caught her attention, “Omega, we need a verbal answer.”

She blushes in embarrassment, “I’d like that.”

Honestly, she’s still in shock about it all, from getting Chan’s number to now laying here in between two-thirds of Danceracha, and she’s about to go back with them to their dorm. What is this life she’s living right now?

Her omega was thinking about getting to smell Felix’s sweet citrusy smell again. Plus the floral scents coming from Hyunjin, and what she could only think of as a clean laundry scent from Minho. Her omega is increasingly pleased with her situation, knowing that she wanted these boys as her pack, even if y/n hadn’t gotten to that point yet.

After confirming that they’d be heading back to the dorm soon with y/n in tow, Chan hung up. Hyunjin jumped into action, finding a bag of hers, and then heading into her bathroom to collect anything from there that she might need for the night. He found a bag for her hygiene and makeup items in the bathroom, and filled that up, before placing it in the large bag he found. He then moved out back into the main room, looking up at her and asking what he needed to pack for her.

Minho sat the two of them up as she directed him on what to pack, and Hyunjin dutifully followed her orders. Once he had everything, he brought the bag over for her to double check, looking happy once she approved, glad to be of service to the omega. Minho looked at him, pride in his eyes as he looked at the beta, a silent ‘good job’ mouthed to the younger dancer.

Leaving the bag on the bed, he went to find her shoes, as Minho moved them closer to the edge of the nest and bed. Hyunjin came back with her sneakers, and knelt down in front of her. He carefully put her shoes on her feet, the omega looking down at him with slight wonder in her eyes at how sweet the two of them were being. Once he had finished lacing up her shoes, he stood up and stepped back, grabbing her overnight bag in the process.

Minho moved her off his lap, before he slid off of the bed, immediately turning around to reach his hands out for her. She took them, and he helped her slide off the bed as well, landing softly on the ground, as if she was farther off the ground than the couple inches between her feet and the bed. Hyunjin hurried back over to the door, grabbing her coat off the hanger, and helping her into it. The two idols donned masks, and handed her one as well that they nicked on their way out as an extra for themselves. She put it on to conceal her face. They left the hotel room, but not before making sure y/n had the keys to her room.

They quickly rode back down the elevator and left the hotel, starting their journey back home. They two men knew where they were going, and each of them holding her hand, they led her down the streets until they approached the building their dorm was in. Heading up the lift to their floor, the doors opened and they hurried to their apartment. They arrived at the boys’ dorm, but before they could open the door, it opened for them, an excited Han on the other side.

“You’re here! Come in come in!” He nearly shouted, causing the others to come rushing to the entryway as well, Chan and Felix pushing their way to the front. The two Aussie’s kept everyone back so that the three of them could enter the apartment. The boys took off their shoes, as y/n followed them in doing so.

Once everyone’s shoes were off, Minho grabbed y/n’s hand and pulled her with him to the living room. He sat down on one of the couches, pulling her down next to him. Felix claimed the spot on her other side, as Han pouted, before he sat down in front of her. That didn’t stop him from complaining about how unfair it was, to the others’ amusement.

They all started chatting, in an effort to make y’n feel more comfortable in their presence. It worked, to their delight, and she quickly loosened up and joined the conversations. They talked about anything and everything, though the older boys had a lot of fun telling her embarrassing stories about the younger four boys, who retaliated by telling her the same kinds of stories about their elders. This caused her to laugh until her sides hurt, before chiming in with a couple stories of her own.

Eventually, more yawns than words were coming out of y/n’s mouth, and the eldest two took this as a sign that the small omega needed sleep.

“I think it’s time for some sleep, yeah?” Chan said as he came up to her, Han had moved out of the way so he could get closer.

Y/n nodded sleepily, having a harder time keeping herself upright. Chan, after getting verbal confirmation that it was okay to pick her up, did so, before taking her to their pack nest, and laying her in the middle of it. The two omegas hopped in after her, softly talking with her and removing anything on her person that might make sleeping hard. Once they were finished, and moved anything out of the nest, they settled in on either side of her, keeping her between them.

The three betas climbed into the nest next, Hyunjin on the other side of Felix, while Changbin and Seungmin stayed on Han’s side of the nest. Jeongin slipped in behind Seungmin with Chan capping off that side of the nest, as Minho slid in behind Hyunjin, reaching over him to feel Felix and y/n as much as he could.

With how many happy and content scents there were surrounding the omegas, it didn’t take long before the three were out cold. The three betas quickly followed, Changbin being the last of the three to fall asleep, watching the younger ones succumb to sleep first before he could. Minho was next, looking at Chan before nuzzling into Hyunjin’s neck and peacefully falling into the hands of sleep, and Chan took one more look around, his alpha being the happiest at seeing all of them safe here in the nest, before he too slipped into dreamland. The dorms were finally quiet, and the nine of them were safe in the nest, where they couldn’t be harmed.

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niki-phoria · 4 months

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CAUSE I'LL BE IN LOVE MAZE

pairing: non idol!chenle x male!reader (he/him pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 1.7k

notes: brief mentions of homophobia, implied to be set in uni, idk anything about basketball lol, inspo from this pic, this is romance i promise, reader is oblivious, chenle is cocky, rivals to ???

summary: zhong chenle is perfect - he's been your rival ever since you can remember. so what do you do when your rival kisses you out of the blue?

“just keep your eyes on the ball.” you can almost hear your coach’s voice playing in your head like a recording - a mantra no chants from the nearby cheerleaders or excited yelling from the crowd can disrupt. “the other team doesn’t matter. out there, it’s just you, the hoop, and the basketball.”

except that it’s not. zhong chenle - described as ‘one of the best’ by many of your peers, a young man with skills that rival that of professional players, and your very own self-proclaimed rival.

he stands by the edge of the court, taking a hurried sip of water as his teammates crowd around him. through a round of pats on the back and hushed words of encouragement, you study the other boy. disheveled bangs frame his features. his oversized jersey hangs loosely off of his broad shoulders. he’s light on his feet - even as he casually jogs across the court to set his now empty water bottle down beside his bag.

leaning down to rest your hands on your knees, you take a deep breath. even with your eyes closed you can feel him watching you from across the gym.

“l/n,” chenle wins your impromptu staring contest as you coach steps in front of you, effectively blocking your view of the other boy. her tone is stern as she glares at you. “don’t let him get into your head. they’re only a few points ahead. we can still take this.”

“i know,” you sigh, brushing your hands against the fabric of your shorts. “i’m sorry.”

“don’t be.” the bleachers groan as she moves to sit beside you. with the obstacle now gone, your gaze returns to staring at chenle. he smirks at you, raising a hand to absentmindedly push his blonde bangs back before letting them carelessly fall into place once again. your coach sighs as she reaches up to encouragingly pat your shoulder. “all you should be worried about is the ball.”

the sharp scream of the referee’s whistle cuts off your response. excited chants and murmurs spread throughout the crowd as you stand up, returning to your position in the center of the court. chenle stands across from you; his signature smirk still paints his face. “nervous, l/n?”

“never, zhong.”

you both tower over the referee and he stands on the half point line. “don’t let him get into your head.” “ready?” ignoring chenle’s taunts, you curtly nod in response. your eyes remain fixated on the ball in his hand. “all you should be worried about is the ball.” “go!”

time has always seemed to pass quicker when you were on the court. even as a child, you would burn through daylight hours well into the night until you could barely see your own hands in front of you - let alone the basketball.

it feels like the rest of the world around you fades away. your only focus becomes the game. steal the ball from the other team. pass it to your teammates. find an open spot. don’t stop dribbling once you start. shoot the ball. score.

the loud blaring of the clock stopping drags you back into reality. the overwhelming noise of the crowd’s cheers and complaints slowly come back into focus. your chest heaves. your heartbeat pounds loudly in your ears. your body feels like it’s on fire.

everything happens in a blur. your teammates are patting you on the back. people are cheering your name. your coach is clapping, watching you with a proud smile. you did it. you won.

you move in a daze. the locker room air feels cool against your hot skin as you tug your sweaty jersey off of your body, finally allowing yourself to relax. a soft sigh escapes you when the door shuts, leaving you in silence for the first time in hours.

closing your eyes, you let the tension begin to evaporate from your body. taking a deep breath, you let the quiet keep you company in place of your bustling teammates or an overly excited crowd.

your peace only lasts for a few minutes before the door suddenly opening once again startles you back to reality. chenle lazily smiles as he passes by various empty lockers until he’s standing in front of you, only a few steps away. “y/n,” he says, his lips threatening to curve into his signature smirk.

“chenle.” his name feels stiff, even as it leaves your lips. you uncomfortably shift beneath his gaze.

“you were great out there. that final dunk was impressive.” your silence lasts a bit too long, making chenle cock his head at you in mock confusion. “what? i can’t come say congratulations?”

“thank you,” you say, politely nodding at him. “you guys were good out there, too.”

an awkward beat of silence passes. you’re not sure where to look. the floor is dirty - covered in scuff marks. chipped paint coats the corners of the walls after years of disrepair. chenle is still looking at you, seemingly unaffected by the silence from both of you.

“you don’t have to be so awkward, you know,” he teases, finally breaking the quiet. you don’t reply, instead crossing your arms around your body in a poor attempt to hide your bare skin. you had never really cared about other people seeing your body. changing and showering in a room full of other teenage boys has become second nature to you, but something about chenle makes you want to hide. like he’s interested in you. like you want him to be.

“oh, come on, do you really buy into all of that rival stuff?” chenle softly chuckles, shaking his head. there’s a teasing glint in his dark eyes when his gaze meets yours once again. a threat, maybe.

he takes a step closer, making you lean backwards even further. your bare back presses against the cool metal of the lockers behind you. you feel like a wild animal - like prey being slowly cornered before being ruthlessly devoured. “i expected more from you, y/n.”

“what?” you nearly choke on the word as it escapes your lips. you can feel goosebumps arising on your bare skin. did the temperature drop? or… is it because chenle is so close to you?

“i’ve been making it so obvious.” another step closer. you stand in place, unwavering. he’s not looking at you anymore - not really. he’s looking at your lips. “i like you, y/n.”

it feels like the world stops in its tracks. everything freezes. your mind races. he likes you? as in… has a crush on you? since when? what does this mean? you’re both boys. what would everyone else think? what if-

“y/n,” he whispers.something has changed. this is a new side of chenle - a vulnerable one. his faux confident facade has dropped, leaving reality fully exposed in its place: a nervous, teenage boy, spilling his heart to his crush.

chenle glances up so he’s looking into your eyes once again. you can feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest. has he always made you feel this nervous?

chenle leans in a little closer. “if you don’t feel the same way, i’ll leave.” despite his best efforts, you can hear how his voice trembles slightly. he’s scared. scared… you don’t like him back. “i’ll leave, and we never have to talk about this again. you can keep playing like normal and you’ll only see me every few weeks during the season. but if you do…” his voice trails off.

you could push him away. you should.

but you don’t.

you can feel chenle’s body tense when you reach up; your shaky hands find solace in gripping onto the fabric of his sweatshirt, pulling him closer.

“i like you too.” you anxiously study chenle’s expression as he processes the information. his eyes get wider in surprise. his shoulders relax ever so slightly. “can i kiss you?” you whisper. your voice is quiet. it’s little more than a whisper - barely audible over the noise of the gym’s air conditioner whirring loudly from somewhere nearby - but he hears it.

chenle hears it.

you’re barely given any time to react before his lips are firmly pressed against your own. his hands clumsily rest against your hips, pulling your body further away from the lockers and closer to his own. your own arms snake around his shoulders, clinging to the other boy as if he’s a life raft while you’re lost at sea.

you’re both nearly panting by the time chenle pulls away, resting his forehead against your own. his fingers greedily dig into your sides, keeping your body close to his. you’re grateful that he allows you to lean against him for support.

“zhong!” you nearly jump away from chenle when his teammate’s voice rings out into the locker room. he simply chuckles beneath his breath, calmly glancing over his shoulder. “quit flirting with the opponent. coach ‘s looking for you.”

“i’m coming.” chenle waves his teammate off with a simple shake of his head before returning his attention to you. you bite your lip, staring down at your scuffed shoes in embarrassment. the unknown boy scoffs; complaints muttered beneath his breath fall on deaf ears as he turns on his feel before the door slams shut with finality behind him.

“hey,” chenle’s touch is gentle against your face when he gently tilts your face upwards until you’re looking into his eyes once again. he smiles. it’s different from anything you’ve ever seen from the other boy before - it’s genuine. underneath the flickering lights you can just barely see the beginnings of a light blush spreading across his cheeks.

butterflies swarm in your stomach. why did he kiss you? what did it mean? why do you want more? you can feel your heart rate speed up dramatically when chenle leans in. his breath just barely ghosts against your ear; his lips brush against your skin. “see you next game, l/n.”

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darling-i-read-it · 1 year

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Arcade Lovers

Steve Harrington x fem!Henderson!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: talks of shotgunning a beer, references to Mews death :(, flufff

Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of a fic with the same name from ages ago. Steven <3 I cannot WAIT to do a billy one you guys aren’t ready lol. Enjoy!

Original request: by @yumyumbicth, Hey! I read Sparks Fly and I loved it! Could you possibly do a one shot where Steve is pining after Dustin's sister and Dustin says the "Don't worry, she likes your butt and fancy hair. I read it in her diary" Thing from Lilo and Stitch? I think it would be really cute and funny

Song: lips like sugar by echo and the bunnymen

(not my gif)

Steve and Dustin were unlikely duos. They never would’ve been caught up in the same area if you hadn’t been out of town for one week when the Upside Down decided to come back to life. When you left Hawkins El was dead and when you came back she was alive. Dustin caught you up the second you got home but half way through his explanation there was a knock on the front door.

Steve Harrington was on the other side.

“Steve?” you said, a glimmer of suspiciousness in your eyes. You knew of Steve. You had maybe spoken to him once but you had never been friends. You were in different crowds.

“She came back!” Steve exclaimed to Dustin who was behind you.

“Just an hour ago!” your brother explained. “I was just telling her everything that happened while she was gone.”

“She knows?”

“She helped with the whole thing at the beginning. You don’t remember her and Nancy were friends?” Steve shook his head, though there was a deeper emotional problem with that time.

“But I was there at the end,” Steve argued. “I hit the demogorgon with the baseball bat.” Your eyes went wide. You hadn’t heard about that. Granted, no one really talked about that time. Nancy only spoke on it when she was feeling particularly sad about Barb. She did not miss what she had with Steve. She always missed what she had with Barb.

“She was with us at the school,” Dustin explained.

“With El and Hopper and Joyce. Etc,” you said.

“I hadn’t gotten to your part in the recent story,” Dustin said.

“I thought I was taking you to the arcade?” Steve said, confused. You raised an eyebrow. Steve was taking Dustin to the arcade now?

“That was the plan but I didn’t know she was coming home today.”

“Pretty sure it’s on the calendar,” you suggested but Dustin ignored you. You pressed on. “What happened between the two of you?”

Steve let out a sigh of exhaustion. You could tell he wanted to explain it all to you though. Steve struck you as the kind of guy who liked to brag about his experiences, though at this particular moment you actually wanted to listen.

“We have chips,” Dustin said, as an offering to his older friend. Steve shrugged.

“I don’t have anything else planned.”

He walked into the home and sat down on the couch where you and Dustin had been talking.

“Where was I?” Dustin questioned, using his D&D voice. You went into the kitchen, grabbing some pop and different bags of chips. “So Dart had just taken out Mews,” Dustin started as you threw Steve some soda. He caught it with ease. You tried not to be attracted to the small act.

“Still can’t believe it,” you grumbled. You were trying not to think about Mews. “This is why mom says you can’t have any pets. They’ll kill the cats.” Steve nodded, opening up the soda can. He looked at your unopened one.

“Can you shotgun that?” It was a coke. You raised an eyebrow. Dustin didn’t stop talking.

“Maybe,” you trailed off.

“Literally catching up on life changing events here!” Dustin said, waving his hand in front of you.

“It’s a soda, Steve.” He nodded once. You could tell he swallowed hard. You smiled a bit, confused but not deterred Steve’s eyes remained on you.

“You’re starring,” Dustin deadpanned. Steve hit your shoulder, much to your surprise.

“There was a bug.” Dustin tried not to laugh. He was a really bad liar. You turned back to Dustin.

“Rest in Peace Mews. Go on Dusty.”

You appreciated Steve. You liked that you didn’t have to drive your little brother everywhere because now Steve would do it. You liked that it seemed like Nancy breaking his heart had softened him. He knew what he had done wrong and he was looking to fix it.

You liked that he could always be an unpaid babysitter.

You liked that he had protected the kids when you couldn’t.

You vowed never to leave that long again.

“There are too many bikes,” Steve admitted. You nodded, looking at the bikes that were strewed along the front lawn of your house. A few were propped up properly but two were just dropped. You recognized Max’s and Mike’s on the ground.

“You can come back here and they can get their bikes,” you offered.

“It’ll be cold and dark by the time we get back.”

Steve was taking the kids out to the arcade. Billy usually took Max but she had wiggled away today. This meant there were now six children he had to take. His car held five and only two bikes. You had your moms van she had bought when Dustin was born. It was soccer mom large.

“I didn’t offer to give up my afternoon Steve.”

“I know you didn’t.” His words seemed forgiving but his voice betrayed him. He wanted you to take them. Did he want help wrangling them together? Did he want you to just take all of them?

Did he want to hang out with you?

You pursed your lips.

“Fine. But you’re buying.” You ignored the charming smile that reached his lips and turned around. “I’ll go get them.”

You walked up the stairs, opening up Dustin’s bedroom door without knocking. Mike was sitting on the bed beside Will and Max and El were on the ground. Lucas stood in front of the girl, holding one of Dustin’s figures.

“Let’s go. Where’s Dustin?” It was like you had frozen them all with magic. Their voices trailed off. “Where’s Dustin?” There was movement coming from the room next door. Your room. You cursed under your breath and opened up the door with aggression. Dustin was sitting on your bed, your diary open wide in front of him. His eyes went wide when he saw you and he quickly tried to shove it back into your dresser drawer. “You little shit.”

“There’s some juicy stuff in there!” he exclaimed, getting up to back away from you into the corner. You picked up the pillow at the end of your bed and threw it at him, narrowly missing. You climbed over the sheets and picked up whatever you could get your hands on.

“Get out of my room!” Dustin went to rush away when he ran right into Steve who was in the doorframe. Steve grabbed your brother by the shoulders, confused. Dustin ran past him, pushing him aside. With wide eyes Steve’s gaze landed on you.

“He was going through my diary,” you seethed.

“Isn’t that what brothers are for?”

“You’re an only child Harrington.” You threw a pillow weakly at him too. He caught it. “He’s riding with you.”

Steve knocked on the door one sunny afternoon hoping you would answer. He wasn’t sure when he had started hoping it was you instead of Dustin. It was a subtle desire at first, like a smile reserved for the times you greeted him. He was always excited to talk to you. If he was being honest, despite you and Steve being in the same grade he had never noticed you around school. Now you wouldn’t leave his head. He offered taking everyone anywhere now because he knew he would get to see you.

When Dustin opened the door he let out a sigh.

“I told you that my sister was taking me today,” he said, suspiciously. Dustin had always kind of seen what was going on between you and Steve. It was natural and it was a given. You couldn’t hang out that much and not love each other in some way. He also thought it was hilarious neither of you had made a move yet. From what Steve told him, he was pretty used to making the first move and Dustin knew he had no problem being rejected.

This was like Dustin’s own little experiment. How long could you last without caving in or losing interest? His hypothesis was, not much longer.

“Oh man I must have gotten my dates mixed up. Well I have nothing else going on.” Steve walked through the door uninvited. You were sitting in the living room when your eyes flicked up to him.

“You’re not scheduled for today,” you observed.

“Do we have a schedule I haven’t seen?”

“I told him you were taking me,” Dustin admitted, shutting the door behind him. You and Steve stared at each other for a moment.

“I can take him,” Steve offered, tossing his keys into the air.

“I can too.”

“Why don’t we just all go,” Dustin suggested. He grabbed Steve’s keys out of his hand. “We’ll take Steve’s and save you the gas. You can tell mom you watched me. Win win.”

“Loss for me, I’m out of gas,” Steve argued.

“Then why did you come here?” Dustin questioned, eyeing him. He was trying to be a wingman but geez, Steve didn’t ever make it easy.

“You’re right,” Steve muttered.

“Alright. Shotgun,” you said, getting off the couch. You walked to put on your shoes. Steve and Dustin shared a look as you walked into the other room.

“Dude you have got to make a move,” Dustin whispered.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. She’ll only stay on the market for so long. Nancy was trying to set her up with a friend from school.” Steve’s eyes went wide. Well when he put it like that.

“Does she even like me?”

“I read it in her diary. She likes your butt and your fancy hair,” Dustin said, disgust in his voice. A flash of hope went over Steve’s face.

“She likes my hair?”

Steve cleared his throat as you walked back in.

“Ready?” you questioned. Steve answered enthusiastically.

“Yup!”

Though you never actually spent a lot of time in Palace Arcade, you always found yourself enjoying it. The energy inside was electric and there was always someone screaming about some high score. The food was indulgent and it was cheap. You could usually buy food for the entire crew for only like 20 dollars.

Steve shoved Dustin towards the games as you walked through the doors. You could hear Mike’s voice somewhere within the condensed crowd. Dustin turned back around. He wasn’t about to let go that easily.

“Will you guys get food?” he asked, hopeful. Steve and you shared a look, despite the fact that you were both hungry and you would probably cave no matter what he said.

“What do you want?” Steve asked begrudgingly.

“Nachos with extra cheese and extra meat.”

“A large nachos. Gotcha,” Steve muttered. “Go find out what the others want.” Dustin wasted no time in escaping away. You and Steve walked through to the front where there were a couple tables. Most weren’t cleaned off yet but neither of you seemed to mind as you sat down to claim a spot.

“You didn’t have to come today,” you told him. You and Steve rarely had any time alone. You found yourself looking forward to it, despite the nerves bubbling in your chest. What if you had been reading the signs wrong? Wasn’t Steve like this with every girl who crossed his path? Hell, he pulled Nancy Wheeler.

“Don’t tell him but I really don’t mind carting them around. It makes me feel important.” You laughed gently.

“You are important,” you said and you meant it. You were surprised at the sincerity in your voice. “Plus, I think he likes having two older siblings he can boss around.”

“I don’t think of us as siblings.”

“Not you and me. We’re not siblings.”

“No, absolutely not,” he promised. You both laughed. You liked making him laugh. You liked the way he smiled when he laughed.

Dustin came back through the crowd.

“Two nachos, two hot dogs.”

“Who's all here?” you questioned, suspiciously. You held up your finger, counting. “Mike…you..”

“And Lucas and Will.”

“No girls today?”

“None.” You looked through the crowd. You pursed your lips and nodded slowly.

“Fine. We’ll call you over.” Dustin nodded and once again, he was gone. You turned back to Steve. “We splitting this one?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You ordered for everyone, knowing what Steve wanted before he even knew. He watched you with care and he ended up paying for the whole thing. You gave him a gentle hard time but you were grateful despite it.

You waited together off to the side. He leaned against the wall, facing you. You faced him, starting to feel self conscious under his gaze.

“Whatcha thinking about Harrington?”

“Do you like my hair?” You raised an eyebrow. That was random.

“I do.” You lifted an arm, brushing your fingers through it. He let you, even though he typically would’ve swatted the hand away. He shivered under the touch of your fingers against his scalp. “No one has hair like you Harrington,” you promised. It felt like it was just the two of you. You liked being alone with him. Even if you weren’t alone with him.

You wondered what it would feel like to be in an empty house with Steve Harrington. No little brothers, no friends, no strangers. Just you and him. What would that be like?

You were dying to find out.

You dropped your hand.

He grabbed it before it fell completely to your side.

“Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” If that was true…

“Steve-”

“Do you wanna go out? With me.” You tried to hide your glee and forced forward your surprise.

“Like a date?”

“Like a date.” There was some sort of confidence in his eyes that wasn’t there a moment before. You smiled gently and leaned your back against the wall, staring away from him. You hummed, like you were thinking, even though you already had your answer on the tip of your tongue.

“Where would we go?”

“Wherever you want.”

“The arcade?” He smiled, nodding.

“If you want twenty bucks in quarters then I’ll hand them over,” he promised. You met his eyes.

“Sure Steve.” He wanted to fist pump the air. He refrained but the look remained in his eye as though he had.

“Steve!” A voice behind a counter called. The food was ready. He turned and you thought it might break him out of the moment but he grabbed the tray and looked right back at you with those same eyes.

“We can go somewhere that isn’t the arcade.”

“Well we already know how to get here.”

“We could have our date right now.” You suggested. “Though I don’t know if you could cop a feel with my little brother running around.” He set the tray down on the table and before you could sit down he grabbed your hip, pulling you closer. You breathed out sharply, your face heating up. You were close now. So close.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“It’s good. It’s really good,” you said through giggles. You liked being this close to him. He started to move in, breathing evenly and you would’ve kissed him like it was the last thing you could ever do if not for-

“Is that the food?”

You dropped each other. Dustin’s voice could cut through anything.

“Y-yeah,” Steve stammered. The confidence in his voice had not left but he remained slightly embarrassed. Dustin nodded slowly, approaching.

“I’m gonna take this to everyone.”

“That’s mine and Steve’s,” you explained, grabbing your food off the tray. Dustin nodded. He looked between the two of you warily. The group had made their way closer, damning the rest of the moment. You and Steve sat down anyway, dividing up sauces and drinks.

“You got coke?” he questioned. You nodded, offering some to him. He took it, taking a drink through the straw. He had opted for sprite.

“Can you shotgun that?” you teased. He rolled his eyes, pointing a finger at you as he swallowed.

“I’ve yet to see you shotgun anything,” he said. “I don’t think you can do it.”

“Don’t open up the floodgates like that Harrington. You know I like to win.”

“That’s what I like about you. Nobody likes a loser.” You rolled your eyes and ate a fry, dipping it into his sauce. “Well?”

“Hm?”

He gestured to the coke vendor to the side. They sold cans; not cups. You scoffed.

“Here? In the middle of the children's arcade?”

“It’s not alcohol!” he said. You sat in silence for a moment, chewing and thinking. You narrowed your eyes at him. It wasn’t exactly the most attractive thing you could do in the moment but the defiance in his eyes made you want to act anyway. You got up, the chair squeaking as you pushed it back. You walked over and hit the side of the vending machine. A coke fell out. It was an arcade secret that it did that if you hit it just right. Will had taught you. You didn’t think he had it in him.

You walked back over to Steve. You sat across from him, shoved a hole into the bottom half of the can and put your lips over it. You opened up the tab and tilted your head upwards, keenly away that some of it was spilling over your chin.

Once the coke was gone you put the can down, crushed. You wiped your mouth.

Steve looked like you had just reignited his reasons for living.

“You happy now?”

He leaned over the table and kissed you. You tasted of coca cola, your lips still seemingly fizzing. You gasped into his lips but didn’t bother pulling away. You wanted this. You wanted to taste him for the first time, even if he had the aftertaste of soda. He wanted you to be closer to him. He didn’t want to have to pull away to get you closer though.

You pulled out for air.

“That was so hot.” You laughed gently, sitting back in your chair. You wanted to tell him that he was so hot but you refrained from making the moment any more cheesy. You crossed your arms.

“Your turn.”

“I’ll do it when we drink together. You should see me shotgun two.”

“That sounds like a sight for sore eyes, Harrington.” You wrapped your foot around his lower leg, pulling it towards you. It was weak but he didn’t need a lot of prompting to kiss you again.

“Hey! This is a public space!” Keith called. Seeing him after kissing Steve was quite the come down. “Save it for the bedroom,” he hissed. He had cheeto dust on his mouth. Steve eyed him with a slight annoyance.

“We’re paying customers, you can’t tell us what to do.”

“I can,” Keith promised. “I can kick you out and your little group of children.” You rolled your eyes.

“Relax Keith. We’re just hanging out.” Your chair had moved closer to Steve’s. You wondered if he had pulled it towards him while you were distracted. You were now right next to each other. You threw your arm over the back of his chair. “Eating our fries. You caught us.” Keith gave you a glare.

“Okay mom and dad Jesus.” You and Steve met each other’s eyes for just a moment and then his eyes were back on the road. It felt right being here. It felt like this was where it was all supposed to lead to.

“So you guys should get married,” Dustin suggested. The car filled with laughter. Steve’s hand was on your thigh. The level of domesticity led you to believe he had been thinking about this a while. You loved his hand being there. You loved that he was touching you.

“Don’t jinx anything Henderson,” Steve said to the rearview mirror.

“I didn’t jinx anything.” He turned to Mike and gestured to his left ring finger. He mouthed something you didn’t catch.

“No gossiping,” you snapped.

Though you didn’t want your second date to be at the arcade.

#steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #stranger things imagines #steve harrington fanfiction

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madly-empirical · 1 year

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Surprises from reading IWTV for the first time I knew the TV show was a reinvention/reinterpretation from the books, but just coming off of re-watching the movie there were some things that I was surprised to find out: - Louis helps Lestat kill someone before he's turned him into a vampire (???) - Louis kills Lestat's father but makes him forgive him first without knowing the full story (it's like a mercy killing because the old man is dying so that "merciful death" nickname is a whole thing isn't it) - Louis kills a priest for being understandably annoyed when someone confesses to have been killing for a hundred years (did you think he wouldn't be offended be serious louis) - Louis says killing people was not a moral, but an aesthetic choice (very surprised, I thought the killing people was the main point of conflict but no?)

- There's a subplot with another wealthy slave-owning family where Louis tries to stop Lestat from killing a young man and is involved with his sister named Babette when he fails (it doesn't go well for her...) - Louis knows that Lestat wanted to be priest but was taken out of school by his father - Lestat calls books "mortal nonsense" (lol) - Louis' late brother who had religious visions also had yellow hair so parallels - Louis is weird about money (he's spending all my money, but he never has trouble getting his own, I have to manage everything, I keep him dependent on me, etc., etc.) - Lestat massacres the slaves on his way out, and Louis appears to join him (Very hard to tell for sure) - Louis drags nearly everything about Lestat except for his physical appearance - Lestat falls asleep at the opera (they're long Louis!) - Lestat loves Macbeth and will shout lines from the play at passersby on the way home (unfortunately that's the love of your life) - Claudia is colder and creepier in the book (it's interesting that she never plays music after Lestat is gone...) - Lestat threatens to kill Claudia all the time behind her back and at least once to her face - Louis notices that Lestat is afraid when Claudia asks questions about vampires stuff - Lestat, in a clear fib, tells them there's no other vampires besides them - Claudia tells Louis that she's going to kill Lestat and he's in the room where it all goes down - Claudia gots the hubris ("Do you think I will have my power and his when I take him?") - She is also super convinced that Lestat is dead the second time, but girl why? - Claudia and Louis have troubles before Armand shows up stemming from the murder of Lestat (she did tell you what she was going to do!) - Louis pretends to a vampire hunter to explain some weird stuff in Eastern Europe where they find mindless vampires (like some else said, why would you bring your 5 year old daughter to the vampire hunt??) - When they can't find any other vampires like them, Louis is like I might have believed that we were the only ones if Lestat was the kind of person to have been some kind of serious sorcerer — but he clearly ain't (lol) - Louis is totally head-over-heels ignoring all red flags and ready to go as soon as Armand shows up (even after Armand is like killing vampires is exciting that's why it's forbidden and btw I used my powers to influence you to make Madeline a vampire...) - Madeline is a dollmaker and makes elegant miniature furniture for Claudia so she lives like a fairy queen - Armand keeps going on and on about a tower and how a healthy vampire would survive falling off it (-_-) - Armand is like yes, mindless vampire are called revenants and it's like how do you know that but no one asks - Lestat is in Paris when Claudia is killed, clearly tricked and confused he thinks he can take Louis home with him (He is also afraid of Armand. Insane that there's like ten years between the publication of IWTV and TVL, it's so clear that something went down between the two of them but there's zero hints in IWTV on what it was) - Lestat is frantic and weepy when Louis sees him in his grey gardens area. Louis thinks he is dying the way vampires die according to Armand, he can no longer endure immortal life (maybe it was the being murdered more than once that got to him Louis? Just maybe that might have had some effect...) Overall, I found book!Louis infuriating, hypocritical, complicit (NOT passive) and kind of self-involved. Impossible to tell what it felt like to read it for the first time without having knowledge from later books. Reading TVL makes me more sympathetic towards book!Louis because there's just so much he doesn't and couldn't know — especially about Armand and his hypno-powers. Obviously, it's very likely that he was doing a similar thing to Louis to what he tried to do to Lestat. Also, Lestat's version of himself sounds exhausting. He wants to go out every night!!

#and like all monsters he's an early riser so he's probably dramatically playing the piano at the vampire equivalent of 5:00AM #i will have to read it again bc i was really confused at how much killing louis was doing at the beginning #it felt like a mistake #until it turns out that's not the major conflict in the book #lack of answers seems to be a bigger deal #iwtv #iwtv 1994 #iwtv 2022 #lestat #louis de pointe du lac #claudia #armand #i like all the versions so far #the tv show #the movie #and the first two books #not sure how much else i will read though #no aliens for me

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mcu-coworkers · 2 years

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I’ve Gotcha

Summary: Hal gets his girl back and makes up for lost time.

Pairings: Hal Jordan X reader

Word count: 3,698

A/n: In favor of a friend I have expanded my writer horizons and made it to the land of DC, DCAU to be more specific. You might see more of this right now. I am just fully going with what my brain decides to give me lol. As always I hope you guys enjoy my work!xx

(Not my gif)

It was a beautiful day in Star City, the perfect day for a picnic.

Hal had been away on a mission for some time but he was finally back home, with you.

He wanted to make the most of the day he already missed you so much.

As you both sat down under a tree you were laughing at something he said, all he could do was admire you.

Your laugh was music to his ears, that smile the most beautiful thing on the planet and your eyes.

So full of happiness and love for him, “Hal?” you said as he laid his head on your lap.

Not speaking, he just raised his eyebrows and waited for you to continue.

“Why did you let me go?” you asked, caught off guard he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

He wanted to say what but the weight on his chest stopped him from being able to speak.

Opening his eyes he realized you were gone.

“Hal!” you screamed out again.

Sitting up he looked for you but the park was gone, he was back in Gotham where the portal closed and he was a second too late.

Suddenly he jumps awake, once again trying to catch his breath as the sheer coat of sweat begins to form on his body.

Yanking off the covers he dangles his feet over the bed and rubs his eyes.

It had been six months since he lost you.

His phone began to buzz, it was barry. He called everyday but never this many times. Twenty two missed calls and it was four in the morning.

Hal was ready to ignore it when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Walking to the door he opened it to reveal Barry.

“Wow you're not naked.” he said, last time he barged in Hal was down to his boxers. That was almost a year ago.

“Rooms cold,” he said as he walked back into the house. He became accustomed to only leaving the house for green lantern duties and groceries; everything else didn't matter to him.

“How have you been bud?” Barry was truly worried for his best friend; he hadn't been the same since he lost you.

“Oh you know, work, home, work, home.” Hal said, truly he wished Barry would leave him alone so he could go back to dreaming about you.

“ I uh I have some news for you Hal.” Barry said, looking at him cautiously as he stepped closer.

“Oh yeah? And what would that be?” he said, taking a seat on the couch.

“We wanted to wait until we were sure but, we really think she's not gone.” Barry said, and for the first time Hal looked at him for longer than a second.

Barry took that as a sign to keep going, “It's a long shot, but Zatana has been reaching out searching for her, and she thinks she found her.” he finished.

Hal stood up quickly as tears began to build up in his eyes, “Please don’t, Please don't give me hope.” he said as the tears began to fall.

“We need you to bring her back buddy, she needs you.” Barry said as he embraced his friend and let him cry on his shoulder.

“So what do you say?” Barry asked.

“I'm in.” Hal whispered as he pulled away and for the first time in months he smiled at Barry.

Hugging him once more it was Barry’s turn to shed a tear, Hal deserved this and he’d make sure he got it.

“First you gotta shave, and shower. You cannot greet your girl like that.” Barry said, chuckling.

By the time they both made it to the watchtower Hal was wide awake.

Everyone turned to the boom tube upon their arrival. For the first time Batman smiled at the sight of Hal.

“It’s nice to have you back Hal.” he said as he put a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s nice to be back bats, so what's the plan?” Hal asked, looking around the room.

Many familiar faces, mostly people who specialized in the magic area, made sense.

That's when Zatanna began to speak, “well for starters I ‘ll explain and then ask some questions okay?” she asked before starting.

Giving her a simple nod she began.

“We all know that the only things that can open boom tubes are mother or father boxes, the only human capable being cyborg.” she said looking around for people to agree.

She continued, “ Before the light attacked us, Y/n was learning new spells. She didn't tell me much other than the fact that these spells would come in handy when we needed to get somewhere.” she said, pulling up images of a book.

“She said the book was dangerous, but it had what she needed. Then the light attacked and she was gone but there was no body so she's not dead. She's in another universe kind of gone and I know at the start it sounds like a long shot but here me out.” she said looking at Hal.

“The first month I would hear her calling me randomly throughout the day, I thought I was going crazy, then the dreams began and I started seeing her, not as a memory we had never been to these places before she had never looked like this.” she said, trying to grasp for words to explain.

Leaning forward in his seat, Hal's heart began racing out of his chest, “So what are you saying Z?” he knew Barry said there was a chance but Zatanna makes it sound like it's definite.

“ I‘m saying that she’s stuck in another universe and I have proof that she is but I just can’t reach her alone. We tried, for the past three months we tried, I can see her but she can’t see or hear me so we’re hoping that the missing piece to the puzzle is you.” she said to him.

“So what do we do now?” he asked, he was prepared to do anything to bring you back.

“Well first we test the theory, she thinks its over that she’s stuck in there for good so maybe if you call out to her it’ll be enough to bring her strength back.” M’gann said standing.

“Well then what are we waiting for?” Hal said standing up.

Quickly they went to a lab where he laid down and got ready.

“ I ‘m gonna mind link all of us as an anchor and Z will take you where you need to go.” M’gann said before beginning to focus.

“Good luck.” Zatanna said before beginning her spell.

Closing his eyes Hal focused on the images of you as he fell into a daze, it felt as if his soul was leaving his body as he searched through spheres full of life, finally he eyes landed on a red one and he knew it had to be you.

Entering the sphere he went back to his regular form and took in the scene before him.

The ground was water, a red horizon surrounded him, the perfect sunset.

At the center of it all was a bench and there was you. Sitting perfectly still with your back facing him.

He could hardly believe it, until then he was frozen in place, then he remembered he need to reach out to you.

“Y/n?” he asked barely above a whisper.

Turning your head you quickly stood up, “Hal.” you said as your eyes began brimming with tears.

“Baby-” he didn't even finish as he opened his arms waiting for you to run into them and when you did he held on tighter than he possibly could.

“Wha- what are you doing here?” you asked, breathing in his scent and taking him in all his glory.

“ I came to bring you home, we’re gonna get you out of here doll.” he said smiling, suddenly yours dropped.

“Z needs you to open a portal here and she’ll connect to one of ours so you can come home.” he said, making sure not to forget a single detail.

Backing away from him, “ I can’t.” you said, dropping his hands. “ I didn't open this portal on accident Hal, If I try to leave he’ll come for me.”

“ I ‘ll protect you, you know that.” he said pleadingly, reaching for you again, he stopped when you took another step back.

“He won’t let me go back, Hal.” you whispered, the fear was evident in your eyes.

“Who? Where is he? Tell me what universe this is and I‘ll come get you.” he asked, anger was beginning to run through his veins.

“It's not another universe, It's another dimension, Apokolips. Hal you have to go, please.” you said as the water began to rise.

“ I‘m getting you out of here.” he yelled, vines began appearing and tying your legs and hands.

“It’s too late for me, I love you Hal.” was all you got to say before the darkness took you away and Hal was pushed out.

Waking up from the trance Hal sat up immediately, scaring Zatanna and M’gann in the process.

“Did you see her?” they both asked.

“She's in another dimension, Apokolips, someone has her trapped there.” he said getting up from the medical bed. The whole team was there now.

“Wait, where are you going?” Barry asked, following him out of the room.

“To bring her back, I‘m not leaving her there.” he said as he was about to take off Barry held him down.

“Wait Hal, remember the test run? Tell us what you saw and what she said and we can work through it together.” Barry said, hoping it would calm him down.

“You didn't see her Barry,” he said, his eyes pooling with tears, “the fear in her eyes, she was scared to even come near me, scared that whatever got her was gonna get me too.” he said the image of your fearful eyes trapped in his head.

“ I need to save her from whoever did this to her but she’s too scared to open the portal.” Hal said, shaking his head.

“So then we open the portal from our side and get ready to fight, at least until we can find her and bring her back.” Zatanna said entering the room.

“She’s raised me like a sister since my dad gave himself to Fate. I‘ll be damned if I lose her too.” Zatanna said.

“Okay great, so we all agree it's all or nothing?” Barry said, looking at them as they both nodded.

“Open the portal Z.” Hal said as he prepared himself for whatever happened next.

Walking back into the meeting room Hal was met with Dr.Fate, and constantine.

“There you are now, let's get this show on the road.” Constantine said, bringing out a book of spells.

Slowly the three of them began chanting while everyone else used memories of you to call your attention from the other side of the portal.

Slowly the portal began to open, it was almost like what Hal had seen when he went looking for you.

But this looked a lot less peaceful.

“We have to go in.” he said, quickly Barry stopped him.

“We can't if we do that's a one way ticket and you won't be able to help her. We have to stick to the plan dude.” Barry said as he squeezed his friend's shoulder.

Looking back at the portal it began to become more clear and he could finally see you, but you were being held by those black vines the same way he last saw you.

In Front of you was a tall thing, it was nowhere near a man, he was a monster with red glowing eyes floating off the ground.

“Y/n!” Hal yelled out, making both of you turn your heads in the direction of the portal.

“She’s got to hurry it up, we can't hold it open for long.” Constantine said, trying to focus on the spell.

Hope ran through your veins as you saw Hal standing on the other side waiting for you, this was your chance it was all or nothing.

“They can’t save you, not from me, not from yourself.” he said looking back at you, you’d learned his name to be Darkseid.

Slowly the vines holding you down began tightening around your neck.

Turning back to look at Hal one last time, enough was enough.

Focusing all your strength you forced a blast strong enough to destroy the vines and blast Darksied in the process.

Dropping to the floor you tried to balance yourself as you looked at the portal once more and started running.

“That’s my girl.” Hal whispered, his heart was racing almost as fast as Barry could run the closer you got.

From where he stood Darkseid sent parademons to try and stop you.

Dodging their attacks you kept running as fast as you could, one of them managed to throw a boulder your way knocking you over.

Feeling the blood rush out of your head and a pain in your leg you looked up again, you were close.

Standing up once more you began limping as fast as you could, the closer you got the more you could see Hal's arms opening for you.

Tears began forming in your eyes as you took one last leap and finally felt the comfort of his arms as he pulled you as far away from the portal as he could.

“It’s okay baby, you’re okay now, I've gotcha.” he said as he pulled your face into his hands.

Turning your head back to the portal you realized the parademons stopped all movement, Darkseid at the center.

“Close the portal.” you said, Darkseid didn't say a word he just raised his arm and pointed directly at you with a smirk.

Slowly the portal closed.

Finally you felt as if you could actually breathe.

Looking back at Hal you smiled, he was wearing his suit but he had taken his mask off to see you better.

His hair was grown out, he had bags under his eyes and you could tell he hadn't shaved until recently.

He was just as handsome as ever, Your Hal.

“We need to get that checked out.” Barry said, interjecting in your little moment.

Hal turned to his best friend with slight annoyance, when was he not a cock block? But he was right.

Hesitantly Hal let go of you and let Batman take you to a lab.

Z followed behind closely.

Before you Batman started you hugged her tightly, “ I knew you could do it, thank you Z.” you said, she hugged you back tightly as she too tried to hold back her own tears.

“ I couldn't have done it without you, you’ll still be my teacher right?” she asked, she always worried you’d step down after this.

“Of course, I wouldn't miss seeing you become the best of us.” you said as you finally took a seat.

“So how did you end up in that place?” Bats asked, you weren't surprised the best detective never stopped.

“ I was practicing some new spells and then suddenly I was pulled into the portal and I ended up on Apokolips and he wanted to use what I knew. He kept me trapped in a prison saying the right moment would come so I tried reaching out to Z when he was gone and it worked.” you said smiling at you apprentice.

“What was his name?” Batman asked as he patched up your wounds.

“Darkseid.” you whispered, chills going up your spine as you remembered his last words to you.

“Alright, are you all done here? I think it's time we go home.” Hal said, coming up behind you and leaning over your shoulder.

Smiling you turned your head to see his side profile while he looked at bats, his mask was back on but there was still a whole lot to admire.

“Fine, we can pick this up tomorrow.” Batman said as both him and Z walked out of the room.

Stepping off the table Hal brought his hand to your side as the two of you walked side by side towards the boom tube.

By now everyone was gone, Hal kind of insinuated that he wanted some alone time with you and of course everyone understood.

Once you made it home you made it a priority to shower first, the warm water relaxed you after six months without it.

Stepping out you grabbed one of Hal's white shirts and put it on smiling at his familiar scent.

His shirt went past your thighs and laid right on top of the cut Batman patched up it lightly grazed it as you walked back into your bedroom.

Walking in you chuckled at the unmade bed, “ I swear I make it everyday.” Hal said, walking in with a cup of cocoa.

“Oh yeah? And what else did you do while I was gone?” you said as he put the hot drink down on the nightstand.

Reaching for you again on instinct your arms went to the back of his head and his went to your waist.

“Missed you.” he said as he lightly pecked your lips, resting his head on your shoulder after taking in the smell of your shampoo.

You could feel him smiling into your neck, “Show me.” you whispered into his ear sending shivers down his spine.

Standing up straight he looked at you with a worried face, “Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt-” he tried to say but you cut him off pulling you down into a deep kiss.

Any hesitation Hal had before immediately disappeared as he picked you up deepening the kiss.

Moving to the bed Hal laid you down gently pulling away to take off his shirt, impatiently you pulled him down by his dog tags for another kiss as your hands moved down to his belt.

Getting his pants off you moaned when you massaged his bulge through his boxers.

“Told ya.” Hal said breathlessly as he smiled down as he took his shirt off of you to reveal your naked body beneath him.

“So damn perfect and just for me.” he said as he pushed you further up the bed and began kissing your neck moving down to your chest.

“Hal.” you moaned when he reached one your breast.

“Tell me what you want baby.” he said as he looked up at you.

“ I want you to fuck me, hard.” you said bringing his face back up to yours and pumping his member in your hand.

Kissing you to muffle his groans Hal didn't take a second longer to comply with you.

Slowly he pushed himself in letting you adjust to his size as he bowed his head into your shoulder.

Giving one last push he was fully in and you moaned into his ear, “Good girl, you take me so well baby.” he said smiling as he began pumping himself into you slowly.

Arching your back you gripped his biceps not knowing what else to do with the amount of pleasure Hal was giving you.

“Faster Hal.” you moaned, gasping when he pulled your legs up to his shoulder picking up his pace and going deeper all at once making you see stars as your moans grew louder and louder.

“That's it baby let yourself go for me.” he groaned as he took one of your breasts in his hands massaging your nipple.

Quickly you began to feel yourself building up under his touch, “Hal I‘m so close.” you moaned, pulling at the ends of his hair.

“Me too baby, fuck.” he said as you tightened around him encouraging him to go faster.

And just like that you felt euphoric as you came undone and he fucked you mercilessly through your high.

He was beginning to lose his pattern and you could tell he was close too.

Kissing the side of his neck all the way up to his earlobe you whispered, “ Come on baby, do it for me.”

And just like that Hal filled you up pumping into you slowly switching from fucking to wrapping your legs around his waist and making love to you.

Pulling himself up he looked at your face and admired every single feature that was being lit by the moon.

Until then he hadn’t noticed it got dark out.

Opening your eyes you massaged the back of his head and met his eyes.

Smiling you bit your lip to muffle your own moans as he leaned in to lay soft kisses all over your face.

“ I love you so much Hal.” you said as you felt him smiling into his kisses.

“ I love you so much more baby.” he said back as he felt you tightening around him once more.

“Mmmmmh debatable.” you replied as you felt yourself coming undone again.

Chuckling at your response Hal just held down your hips with one hand and put the other beside your head.

Just looking at your state brought him close to the edge.

“You gonna cum again for me baby?” he asked, holding your hips tighter.

“Yes.” you moaned, closing your eyes, your head going deeper into the pillow.

“Look at me.” he said softly.

You moaned at his request, feeling yourself get closer and closer.

“Look. At. Me” he said again this time you did, your lust filled eyes met his and this time you both came undone together your soft moans being the only sound in the room.

You kept your legs wrapped around him as you both rode out your highs together Hal leaning his forehead against yours.

“Guess you really did miss me after all.” you whispered, smiling making him open his eyes with a grin.

“ I‘m gonna have to go warm up that cocoa again.” he said as he kissed your forehead and got up from the bed, dressed himself and going back to the kitchen.

Smiling to yourself, you put his shirt back on and waited for him to come back, walking was not an option your legs offered thanks to Hal Jordan.

#hal jordan #green lantern #hal jordan x reader #hal jordan x y/n #dc comics #dceu #dceu x reader #dc #harold jordan

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3 or 12 for the yandere smut prompts. Murder husband or established couple, please. ❤️

Okay, so I need you to forgive me because I legit couldn't decide on who fit this best. It might be Billy and Grace though because I could see those two pulling something like this. Or! Billy and Isa. I listened to "Love is a Bitch" by Two Feet while writing the smut lol and I really like these two lines in this one shot.

Oh well, regardless, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for participating!

Pairing: Billy Russo x Undescribed female character Rating: Explicit Warnings: suggested kidnapping. Unprotected sex. Unbeta'd ;)

To say she had better days was an understatement.

Waking up in a room she doesn’t remember falling asleep in was the initial warning sign. Granted it was a big one, but it was the first clue that something was wrong. Thankfully, the door is unlocked and she isn’t about to stick around to find out.

The hallway is empty and she creeps out slowly, listening carefully as she leaves. The hall is dark enough that she needs to keep a hand on a wall to help find her way. It’s then that she realizes her cell phone is gone. Whatever. That’s a problem for later. Right now, she needs to escape.

Footsteps sound down the hall, making her freeze. She waits until she hears him open the door she just left and takes the chance to duck into the next door she touches. Thankfully it’s empty and she presses her ear to the door, holding her breath as she listens.

“Sweetheart!” Billy’s voice echoes down the hall. “I didn’t think you’d wake up so soon.”

She doesn’t respond.

“Come on out. I promise it’s not what it seems.”

She doesn’t believe that for a second. She knows that voice. She slept with him last night, letting him buy her a drink before taking her home. It was clearly a mistake. One she wouldn’t make again.

She waits until he heads down the hall, opening another door. She takes the chance to leave the room she’s in and makes her way further down the hall before hiding again in another room when she hears him come back into the hall.

“I guess we’re playing then.”

The game continues.

He gets close a couple of times but the place is a maze and she’s not entirely sure she’s not lost. It doesn’t matter. As long as he stays behind, and she gets out, she’ll win. She just needs to make sure he doesn’t find her first.

“How many fucking doors does this place have?” she mutters to herself.

“I hear you,” he calls out.

She ignores the taunt.

“Come on, sweetheart. Haven’t I promised I would take care of you?”

She doesn’t remember that.

“Haven’t I made you feel good? Let me continue. Let me show you everything I can offer you.”

It’s tempting. She knows by his tone that he’s serious and she remembers the last night they were together. Still, it’s not enough to stop her.

She thinks she’s getting close to the end. She has to be.

One of the doors is locked and the doorknob rattles when she tries it. There’s no light shining underneath so she moves on, praying it’s not nighttime outside and she didn’t notice. There’s a door at the end of the hall. She hears him getting closer and she takes the chance. She runs.

Footsteps pound on the ground behind her. Her fingers wrap around the doorknob as she shoulders it open. Light spills into the hallway, silhouetting her. Before she can move further, a hand closes around her mouth as an arm loops around her waist, yanking her back. The door closes in front of her.

Lips press to her ear as he whispers, “Found you.”

She shivers at the feeling. “I almost made it.”

“Almost,” he agrees before pressing his lips to her neck. He kisses the skin softly. “Ready to come back?”

“If I say no?”

“I guess I’ll have to convince you…” He turns her, pushing her back against the wall. His lips are on hers, kissing her deeply. Her arms move, wrapping around his neck and drawing him closer. She likes him like this, even if it’s a game neither of them should be playing.

His kisses are desperate, as though he suspects that given the chance she really will leave, that she’ll get tired of him. She doesn’t think that will ever happen.

She scrapes her nails gently against the nape of his neck and he pulls away from her just enough so he can brush his lips against her cheek before kissing a path down hers.

Her breath hitches as he presses closer, providing her with more warmth than she thought possible. She didn’t realize she had been so cold until now. His hands slide under her shirt and she closes her eyes, leaning back as she focuses on the feeling. He leaves goosebumps in his wake and her stomach flutters at the promises she knows he’ll keep.

When he kneels before her, helping her out of her clothes, he looks up like he’s ready to worship. She can barely see him in the dark, but there’s just enough light from the crack of the door to illuminate his devotion.

Her hands dig into his hair when he guides one of her legs to rest on his shoulder. He holds her weight, keeping her steady, even as he buries his face between her legs. She reaches a crescendo under his familiar touch with startling ease. He’s tasted her a thousand times and every one he feasts as though it’s his first.

Billy keeps her standing when her legs threaten to give out on her as she breaks, murmuring praises against her skin. He moves slowly, standing back to his feet and kisses her again. And again.

“Gonna let me treat you right?” he asks softly.

“You already do.”

He laughs at that, a low chuckle that makes her stomach clench. “Let me feel you.”

She doesn’t bother answering, not with words. She unbuttons his pants, pushing them down and freeing him before hooking a leg around his waist and pulling him close. She eases his way in with a guidance that burns both of them in its familiarity. No matter how many times she’s felt him, it never gets old.

He holds her against the wall, keeping her pressed back on it with every thrust. She clings to him, nails digging into his back as she tries to hold herself up, to keep pace with him. He overwhelms her though. He always does.

His hands press bruises into her skin as she draws blood from his. Their kisses are hungry and desperate as they turn relentless in their pursuit of their pleasure.

She bites on his neck, trying to keep herself from crying out when she reaches the brink and is thrown into her orgasm.

He swears as his grip tightens and his pace increases. The overstimulation turns nearly painful before his hips stutter and he presses her tighter against the wall, as though he’s trying to etch himself into her skin. They both struggle to catch their breaths.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice quiet in the dark.

“Yeah,” she answers, smiling softly. He pulls out before lowering her slowly to the ground. “Where did you find this place?”

“A friend of a friend. You weren’t too scared waking up alone, were you?”

“A little but once I heard your voice, I knew what it was.”

His hand brush back her hair, one curling at the back of her neck as he kisses her again. “Have I told you how much I love your trust in me?”

“As often as I tell you I love our games.”

Billy laughs at that. “You really thought this was all just a game? Darling, my love for you goes far deeper than you could even imagine.”

“Good.”

#ridea acts out of spite #spite smut #billy russo x oc #billy russo oneshot #vixenofcourse

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h0rr0r-1nfern0 · 2 years

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Head-Canons: Slashers and How They Met Their Future s/o / how they are with them

Kinda rambled in this one.

Featuring: Micheal Myers (Og), RZ! Micheal Myers, Brahms Heelshire, And Billy Lenz (1974)

Sorry, this took longer! I've been pretty busy lately, but here ya go! Ignore the bad writing, this is my first time writing for other people lol. Helpful criticism is and would be acceptable, don't worry.

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Micheal Myers (Og)

You were just another victim in his eyes, so naive and defenseless.

However, you weren't as innocent as you seemed. Whatever you did pique his interest, you were interesting. Your reaction to seeing him to how you treated him.

Trust me, that won't be the last you see him. He'll keep breaking into your house, staring down at you. Only revealing himself if he truly wants you to see him, but knowing him... That'd be very often.

Once he's decided to keep you alive (That'll happen faster than you think) he’ll hang around you more often. Killing anyone who dares to even approach you, the audacity some of these people have.

Now, just because he decided to keep you doesn’t mean he won’t pull a knife out on you. Giving him to much attitude? Knife inches away from your cheek.

Once you two start dating (somehow you survived long enough for that), he’ll still be an asshole. But MUCH more protective, no one can touch you but him (Family is an exception but barely. He’ll still have to be held back.), He’ll never admit it but he LOVES you to death. Just give him the word and he’ll kill off anyone you want, want it painful? Gladly. Want it quick? Sure. As long as your happy.

I see him being somewhat like a cat with you, giving you little gifts even in the early stages of you two meeting. It’ll start off as a bird, squirrel, or even some food he stole from a victim. Overtime it’ll become necklaces, earrings, rings, and another bird here and there. Loves your reactions.

Physical touch would be a no the first time he meets you, he can’t completely trust you. So if you try to get anywhere closer than 3ft and he’s gone.

Overtime he’ll allow you to come closer, when you hug him for the first time he’ll be stiff. Unsure what to do with himself, so he’ll just stand there until you stop. You’ll have to teach him how to hug.

He hates the idea, but loves it when you hug him or just doing anything that involves touching him. He’s so touch starved Y/n, hug him more he won’t mind! Once he learns how to hug you gently he’ll hug you right back, sometimes sneaking up on you and giving you a surprise hug.

Be ready to receive a LOT of head pats, if you never had hugged him that’ll be the only thing he would do. Pat your head and walk away. Just thinks it’s adorable, that and it’s a reminder of how short you are.

RZ! Michael Myers

Honestly, I believe he'd have to know you were you two were younger. Otherwise, he wouldn't care who or what you did.

Either you were new at his school or you decided to sit next to him one day, he’ll take notice of you quickly. Wary of your intentions or what type of person you were.

When you start to sit next to him he won't think much of it, well- sort of. He’ll be confused as to why you wanted to sit next to him, there were many other seats open so why next to him?

Takes notes of your hobbies, would like you a LOT more if you were an artist as well! If you drew he’d try to sneak quick looks at what you were drawing, if you try showing him he’ll still be wary of you but would be more open.

When you two start to become friends he’ll try to know everything about you, and I mean everything. I see him getting jealous pretty easily, so if you had other friends he’ll be all grumpy and just glare at them.

Makes you homemade masks! Made out of your favorite colors to favorite bands, hobbies, etc, etc! He wants to make you smile and just wants to see your reaction. But also test how much he knows you.

When he gets arrested he tried to keep in touch with you via letters and or the rare phone calls (if they allow him.), he misses his best friend and wishes he could leave. Not like he wasn't planning on doing that already.

Once he breaks out you and his sister are his main targets. His intentions were pure, mostly hopeful that you'll remember him and pick up where the two of you left off!

He’ll break into your house and give you a big hug if you struggle he’ll just hug you even tighter. If you scream he would try his best to muffle your screams while making sure you could breathe.

He’ll carry you out of your house and to his old one, along with his sister. Wanting to spend time with both of you. As soon as the house comes into view all the pieces click, and you understand who was under the mask. But remain unsure what he was doing

Unfortunately, we all know that plan fails. His sister ends up leaving and calling the police, leaving you (her old babysitter) behind with a very angry and frustrated Michael. He won't chase after her though, he still has you and to him, that's still a win.

If you were injured during the fight or even unconscious he’ll try to be as gentle as possible and carry you away. Heading back to your home claiming it as his new hideout.

When you wake you'll find yourself in your bed with your wounds wrapped up and poorly cleaned, sorry Y/n. Unfortunately, you have to clean yourself up. Your wounds are the only thing telling you that what happened last night wasn't a dream, searching for Michael you'll find nothing.

Later that night you'll be startled by Michael walking into your home covered in blood, seeing you awake, and well he’ll try to hug you again. This time being welcomed with open arms, even though you were still unsure if he was going to keep you alive.

Of course, he would! He adores you, you were one of the only people who showed him, love. And his only best friend. Why would he ever kill you? Just the thought of it makes him sick, he’ll try to show you how much he cares by gifts!

Just like Og Michael, he’ll give you dead animals and Jewelry. Maybe some candy here and there, but just expect the candy to already be half empty or nearly all gone. He's got a sweet tooth!

Brahms Heelshire

You start working there as a nanny, taking care of a doll while following some strict rules. You obey them, not wanting to get fired... But also because the pay was rather good. Little did you know of the man hiding in the walls.

He monitored your every step, falling in love with how well you were taking care of doll Brahms. He would be over the moon if you acted as if the doll was listening to you, talking away about things from your past, or just about how lovely the day was.

By the time he reveals himself to you he's made sure he knew you well. He knew you'd be startled or shocked at least, so he’ll try his best to seem harmless. Trying to comfort the best he can… that you'll allow.

If you try asking him to get a bath he’ll refuse, he thinks he smells just fine! He’ll run away if you try forcing him. So instead try bribing him. He’ll agree to it that if the trade is good enough, but he secretly just wants get a reward for nothing. (And yes you’ll be the one washing him, not him. He wants to be touched by you. Man is touch starved.)

For relationships you’ll be surprised to know he’ll take it slow, he wants to savor every moment with you. That and he doesn’t want to scare you away, that is definitely NOT on his To Do list.

Once you two begin dating he’ll be even more clingy, share the same bed, shower, cuddles nearly 24/7, kisses each time he sees you, etc, etc. So if you want personal space especially when you go to the bathroom- be sure to set some boundaries with him. He will respect them, sorta.

I believe he’ll be one of the softest partner you’ll ever have, he may not look like it but he knows how to take care of someone. If you’re sick he’ll be extra attentive, making sure you’re alright and comfortable. Once you’re all better he hopes you��ll repay his kindness.

Billy Lenz (1974)

You’re one of the Sorority girls, your parents were hopeful that you’ll graduate, get a job, and settle down with a wealthy man. At least richer than you and your parents were

However, you never expected to get calls. They first started with Jess answering them, only to freak out due to the pervert in the other side. So, instead you answered them.

Little did you know that as soon as you said, “Hello?” Billy decided he wanted you. He was slightly caught off guard on you answering, but he continued to say what he wanted to.

Saying perverted things to you, things that would make anyone blush. Yet again, Billy was caught off guard when you played along. Mostly because you didn’t hang up, the two of you would talk for hours until Jess or one of the other Sorority girls yanked the phone away. Forcing you back to reality.

When everyone else was asleep he’d sneak down and peek into your room. Getting braver with each visit until he was standing above you, watching you sleep. You looked adorable!

At the beginning when you two first met he would be more nervous, running off and hiding in the attic. However, as time continues and you run into him more often he’ll be a little more confident to be around you. Becoming more like he is on calls, saying dirty things to you while pulling you close. Pull away before he gets a little to carried away.

Whenever the two of you start dating, Billy’s calls would become more frequent. The telephone ring nearly every hour just so he could hear your voice message and flirt with you. With his calls becoming more common you’ll have to make up something as to why, or maybe even lie saying it was your family checking up on you.

If you’re ever left alone inside the Sorority house, Billy will climb down from the attic just to give you a big hug. He's just dying to be with you 24/7, please visit him more in the attic. That might just keep him from killing everyone inside- except you obviously.

Want to bathe him? Well, he’ll just give you a funny look. Are you saying he smells bad? He did just show like two weeks ago. He doesn't quite understand that you have to shower daily to not smell bad, so once you explain he’ll take a shower. Especially if that means he gets to cuddle with you longer.

Billy can cook surprisingly well, it’s a pleasant surprise! But you can’t help but wonder how he’s so good at it. “Billy? When did you start cooking? And where did you learn it from?” You’d ask this one day after he made you breakfast, the classic bacon and eggs with some pancakes (even though it was around noon.)

Billy would just stare at you for a moment, trying to remember. Once he has collected his thoughts he’ll answer. “Billy learned from watching! Why~? Does lil’ piggy like Billy’s cooking? Billy will cook more!!” Billy would start seeing cooking as a new way to bond with you, getting to learn what you liked and disliked, what textures or tastes made you smile, and others that made your nose scrunch up. So expect him to be cooking a lot more often... When the other girls are away.

Overall, Billy would adore you more than you think. Everything about you being beautiful, no matter your race, gender, height, weight, or even appearance! Bonus: Cuddles with you every night, doesn't matter if he's the little spoon it big spoon. He wants to be as close as possible. Might get horny though.

Thanks for reading! And I hope you enjoyed it!

#slashers #horror #billy lenz #black christmas #michael myers #rz michael myers #halloween #brahms heelshire #slasher x reader #what am i doin with my life #slasher fandom #slasher movies #the boy 2016

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bunnygirl678 · 6 months

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Omg bunny why are you doing another au? Cause it popped into your head and you can’t work on anything else till it’s out in the world? Okay here goes. Beware this isn't the strongest of my aus more just general vibes that i think would kinda make a goodish story?

P.s. as with everything I put out feel free to take the idea and make it yours, write it, draw it, use it to distract your overactive brain

This one is sad and I’m calling it abandonment issues Green lol, rest is under the cut just in case you feel uncomfortable with the severe emotional trauma that I enjoy inflicting on Green

-Greens mom dies during childbirth, little bb green has a bunch of issues so he gets stuck in the hospital for the first few months (for those who don't have little ones that is the worst time no sleep, all they do is cry, honestly tough times)

-Green's dad who is overcome with grief leaves Daisy and little bb green with his father professor oak.

-eventually they bring green home and the neighbor who also has a newborn (red duh) ends up helping a lot cause the old prof is on his own being widower and suddenly having a 4 year old and a newborn to raise

-red and green are close of course they do everything together

-green never asks about his parents until he's like 6 and he ends up getting yelled at not to ask, he just knows his mom is gone and his dad only stops by like once a year

-and when the dad stops by he full on ignores green and green always ends up spending the day curled up in red's bed while red attempts to cheer up his normally joyful friend

-when green is like 9 his dad comes back and wants to take daisy back cause he's ready to be a parent again or whatever bs, but he doesn't want green. and sneaky little green overhears his grandfather and father talking about it

-and his dad is like, the little brat killed her, i don't want him, and you're only keeping him cause you're too nice to send him to an orphanage."

-green runs off before he can hear his grandfather deny that and pretty much call his son out, but green spends the day sobbing to red but not telling him anything

-after that green starts pulling away, pulling away from red, pulling away from his grandfather, daisy is gone with their dad but he doesnt' really talk to her anymore when she calls

-they start the journey, everything goes like canon, then green loses and prof says all the canon stuff he says thinking green maybe needs some tough love

-red runs off to mount silver, green becomes the gym leader, but he has like no friends and doesn't talk to his family and he 100% blames himself for red leaving

-eventually little gold breaks through green's shell and they become friends and gold goes finds red, and green goes up to apologize and try to get red to come down

-green has a breakdown on top of the mountain, he's like 18 and has never dealt with any of his abandonment issues, he's like it's my fault my mom is dead, it's my fault the prof hates me, and it's my fault you hate me, and he's kinda like what's the point of trying anymore and he gets up to leave

-and red just sorta tackles him into a hug and won't let go till they are both crying messes, green ends up spending a week or so on the mountain and get really close and they both start developing feelings for each other and then finally they both go down

-red moves in with green and gets help navigating the world while red trys to help green with his issues

-green and his grandfather talk things out, green found out his grandfather was happy to have him and that he's loved

-he talks to daisy and pretty much the same conversation

-eventually red apologizes for leaving, green apologizes for pulling away instead of letting red in, and then they both mutually admit their feelings for each other

-and then they date and live happily ever after

#namelessshipping #reguri #more aus that i'll never get around to writing

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crystaljins · 2 years

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Shadows lurking

Characters: Seokjin x Reader

Word count: 2.8 K

Synopsis: You shouldn’t have come alone.

Gryffindor!Seokjin x Slytherin!reader

Notes: The request for this particular drabble was they wanted a gryff!jin and slytherin!reader with lots of pining, tension and rivalry. Writing scenes with tension isn’t my strong point but I thought I’d give it a go anyway! Hopefully it’s fun and entertaining. I also didn’t say this before I posted the last drabble, but the gorgeous banners you’ve been seeing for these drabbles are actually not made by me! I’ve added credits now (I couldn’t find their tumblr account but that has now been sorted!). Please send them lots of love for the gorgeous banners!

Warnings: There’s a creepy, unnamed beast in the forbidden forest, mentions of cheating, organised crime, snooping, lying and betrayal. Also some very contrived moments to force our leads to get up close and personal LOL

GORGEOUS BANNER BY @joheunsaram

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Your breath comes in harsh rattles in your chest. Branches try to snag you and catch on the sleeves of your robes, but you just crash through them. You’re going to die, alone in the forbidden forest, at the hand of some spooky, evil creature. You should have listened to the warm call of your bed, should have heeded the curfew set by the professors, anything. You have so many regrets.

A rogue fallen tree in your path stops your desperate sprint. Your shin glances off the branch and you go tumbling forward. For a moment you are airborne from the sheer speed at which you hit the tree, and then you crash into the ground in a spray of dead leaves and sharp twigs.

You squeeze your eyes shut, aware of the way an ice cold something trickles down the back of your neck, ready to die. This is it. You’re never going to see your parents again, never going to hex Agatha Rhymes behind her back again like she deserves. You can only hope that death comes quickly and painlessly.

But no such thing happens. Instead, a bright burst of warmth, the full force of sunshine and laughter, lights up the area around you, breaking through the cold, frosty night.

When the blinding glow eventually fades, you are acutely aware of how the night seems warmer, and how whatever was chasing you is gone. Not that you can see anything to explain how you were saved.

You can still hear though, and Kim Seokjin would never hesitate when the opportunity arises to gloat.

“I thought reptiles didn’t come out in the cold.” He comments, and you flinch when you feel him settle before you. You’re still blinded by whatever spell he cast, so you merely push yourself to your hands and knees, wincing at the way the cuts and scrapes across your body suddenly all seem to burn at once now that the adrenaline rush is fading. “Yet here you are, ready to die cold and alone in the Forbidden Forest.”

Kim Seokjin is probably one of the last people you’d want to see you like this. Not only is he the poster boy for pigheaded Gryffindors, he’s probably the reason you’re in this mess in the first place.

At least, it’s easier to blame him instead of yourself.

“So,” he asks nonchalantly, taking one of your hands between his with surprising gentleness considering the history of animosity between you two. “How’s the whole “ignoring me” approach going for you? Were you worried I’d stop you from getting murdered by some freaky ice beast if you spoke to me?”

You don’t respond. Your vision is starting to clear, and you can make out his faint outline amidst the darkness. It’s surprising that he knew you were here, but it’s even more surprising that he ventured into the depths of the Forbidden Forest to find you. Just a few short weeks ago this wouldn’t have happened.

Your prolonged silence seems to irritate Jin.

“Still going with the silent treatment, huh?” He asks, and there’s a bitterness to his tone that sets you off for some reason. As if he has a right to be upset. After everything that happened. “I guess that’s just the go-to Slytherin approach. Ignore your problems and sneak around behind people’s backs.”

“I mean, I could try the Gryffindor approach.” You nearly snarl. You can see his face now in the bone white moonlight that slices through the interwoven branches overhead. “You folk have always preferred the head on approach, right? Hope that your skulls are thick enough to bash your way through, cause goodness knows your head isn’t good for anything else?”

Jin’s eyes flash with barely suppressed anger and he clenches his jaw. But you aren’t finished.

“Oh wait,” you recall sarcastically. You hate the venom in your tone. You hate the way his presence seems to sting against your skin, worse than the cuts and bruises you’re covered in. “But that’s not your preferred approach, is it? You do seem to be a big fan of the Slytherin approach.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Jin says, and his tone is quiet, lethal in a way that you didn’t think he was capable of. “I’m not a mind-reader, (Y/N). If you have a problem with me, just say it. I’m sick of dealing with your stupid mind games. You’re such a-“

“Such a what?” You cut in, surprised by how angry you are. Initially, you had been sad, and miserable, but slowly you feel the heat of anger trickle in. He drives you crazy. “Such a snake?”

Jin goes silent, pursing his lips.

“I didn’t say that.” He grits out. You laugh and it lacks humour.

“You didn’t have to, Jin. I can tell. You’re just like every other one of your stupid friends. You think you’re so much better than us because you wear red instead of green, but you know what?” You lean in close to his face so that you can revel in the way his expression wavers just slightly. “You’re a liar. A faker. You’re worse than a snake. Or did you forget why we’ve even been spending time together? Tell me, how does it feel, sneaking around behind your friends’ backs?” You continue. You don’t even know what you’re saying- you just want to get under his skin. You want him to be bothered in the same way that you are. You want him to squirm, because then at least you’ll feel like you’re on even footing. You despise how he always seems to have the upper hand. “It’s pretty fun, isn’t it? Lying like a snake? Surprisingly easy?” You feel the way his breath puffs against your skin in shaky exhales, and it feels good to see that stupid, perfect mask stripped away. To see the happy-go-lucky, popular, handsome Quidditch captain Jin lose that awful smile, the one that seems tattooed permanently to his face. The anger in his face slips when you echo back the words that he had used to describe you just a few days ago and understanding replaces it. You don’t like that- you don’t want him to understand you. You want his anger. If he’s angry and antagonistic then at least you feel less like a villain. “Let me tell you something about the Slytherin way, since you tried to take a page from our book. When we lie, we don’t get caught.”

Jin bites his lip and looks away, shamed. And he should be ashamed. Perhaps you should cut him some slack since he saved your life from whatever terrifying creature had pursued you, but you wish he’d just left you to die. He’s already proved he’s not the person you thought he was. Slytherins are prideful beings, and your pride is hurt.

No, worse than that.

Your feelings are hurt. You would be the shame of Slytherin, the laughingstock of the school, if anyone knew. Who knew Jin had the power to hurt your feelings?

A few short months ago, he didn’t. A few short months ago, everything was simple. Jin hated you and you hated him. Quidditch captain, obnoxious Gryffindor, the sweetheart of the school... all qualities in direct opposition to you. The two of you went together like oil and water and on more than one occasion, professors had actively had to adjust the entire school’s schedule to avoid you two working together.

That all changed when your professor had begged you to join the school journalism team at the start of the year. The Daily Hogwarts Times was a dying paper with very few students interested in it, but it had combined the few strengths you had- a tendency towards nosiness and a sharp, entertaining wit that came across well in black ink. In just a short while, you’d developed a small team, gained a following of bored students eager for gossip and finally people were looking at Slytherins as more than shallow bullies.

And then Kim Seokjin had approached you with a story. You’d only been pursuing journalism a short time, but you couldn’t turn down the thrill of a story as big as Kim Seokjin’s.

And, if you’re being totally honest with yourself, which is rare enough in itself, something about the desperation in Jin’s face when he had approached you had stuck with you. As much as you hated him, as obnoxious as you found him, as much history as there was between the two of you, he needed help. He hadn’t reached out to you, his enemy, for nothing.

And it was likely because he couldn’t trust anyone in his own house. It’s no secret that Gryffindors are the darlings of the school, and professors are a little more likely to turn a blind eye based purely on the belief that Gryffindors would never misbehave to the detriment of another.

Except they were and they are. It’s not even the blatant cheating, the sourcing of exams before, the contacting of external reps to “scout” students and the bribery into classes they never should have made it into in the first place. It’s the sabotage, the active steps taken to ensure the students who should be topping the year are anything but and for what? To make it into a cutthroat, prestigious wizarding university halfway across the world that had only just started accepting foreign students?

And so, you and Jin had been working together for months in secret, trying to gather evidence, to discover who sat at the core of all these misdemeanours. Because surface level misdemeanours like these don’t mean much- students cheat all the time. Slytherins cheat all the time. No, it’s the inherent organisation to it all, the fact that there has to be some sort of mastermind behind it all that makes it such a scoop.

And it would have proceeded, straightforward like that. You get the scoop. Jin gets his scholarship back, the one he had lost to one of the many cheaters. Except...

Except you had caught feelings. Like an idiot. Like the opposite of what a Slytherin should be doing. You’d been doing a lot of that lately, not acting like a Slytherin should. Like coming to this forest alone and unprepared because of a random letter you had received promising a lead in your investigation.

Only, when you had been planning to approach Jin about it, he hadn’t been the Jin you knew. You don’t think he even knew you were there- maybe he wouldn’t have said those things if he did. It had been him and a group of his obnoxious Gryffindor friends, the ones who liked to roll their eyes and jeer at Slytherins in the hallways. They were laughing together, fooling around and being noisy in the way that Gryffindors seem to always be. And then you’d heard your name. It had only been lighthearted- bumping elbows and joking that Jin had been seen spending time with you.

“As if I’d spend time with a snake,” he had snorted. “Liars and cheats, the lot of them. And she’s the worst culprit of all of them.”

It was stupid, in hindsight. You’re normally the type to roll your eyes and brush off comments like that. But something about the way Jin had said it… you hadn’t even had it in you to give him the chance to clear his name or explain himself. You weren’t really in a state to, after a blow like that. Instead, you’d decided that your original approach of seeing stories through on your own was far preferable to the hard, painful sensation in the centre of your chest. It had been painful, ignoring him like that, but nowhere near as painful as his words had been, and eventually you had decided you would brave the anonymous tip off meeting on your own.

Which was how you’d ended up here, bruised, bleeding and heartbroken.

Jin maintains his silence as he ignites the tip of his wand with a quick spell, examining the lacerations that trace length of your forearms. His anger seems to have cooled drastically, especially after your petty outburst. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small vial. He tips a small amount against the tip of his thumb, before gently smoothing his thumb across each cut with a carefulness that makes your heart tremor uneasily in your chest. The bleeding lines vanish with the movement of his thumb.

“So, you heard all that. I guess that’s why you’ve been ignoring me, huh?” He finally says, looking up at you. With the light of his wand, you can now see his expression in full. It may just be the lighting, but he looks pale, and sweat beads at his temples like he’s just run a mile. “For what it’s worth... I didn’t mean a word of it.” He looks away, adjusting the glasses that rest on the tip of his nose. “You’re ten times more trustworthy than they could ever be. I just didn’t want them to catch on that we’re on their tails.”

That leaves you silent. In hindsight, it makes perfect sense. If you’re chasing rats, the quickest way to send them scurrying back into the putrid depths is to let them know you’re there. If people clued in that you and Jin were chasing the story, your leads would dry up and the past few months of gathering evidence would have been for naught.

“It looks like we’re too late though.” Jin remarks, peering around the eerie depths of the forest. “This is a setup if I ever saw one- obviously they were hoping you wouldn’t come out. They must have worked out you were on their trail.”

He sighs, and gets to his feet, dusting off his robes and stretching a hand outwards to you. You glare at it for a moment, and he rolls his eyes, crouching down so he can grab your hand and yank you not-so-gently to your feet. He doesn’t let go of your hand, once you are on your feet, and instead he uses it to pull you closer.

“(Y/N),” he calls gently. It’s a tone you’re still not quite used to him taking with you, but it’s been coming more and more frequently as of late. “Talk to me. Be mad. Be sad. Anything. Just...” he hesitates, before opening his mouth again. “Don’t shut me out like this. Please. Not after everything we’ve been through together.”

You brave the discomfort in your chest and meet his gaze. In the light from his wand, his eyes are bright and warm. They’re kind in a way you’ve always been jealous of. Why does he get to emanate such warmth and kindness when all you seem to bring to the table is ice and misery?

“Do you mean it?” You finally say. And you hate how weak and pathetic you sound. “That I’m trustworthy? Do you trust me?”

Jin looks surprised by your line of questioning. For a moment, he looks genuinely surprised before his expression melts into a pleased, cheeky sort of grin.

He’s about to answer, but then in the next moment, he’s up against you, pinning you to the trunk of a tree.

“Don’t move.” He hisses, catching your surprised gasp with his palm pressed against your lips and extinguishing his wand with the other.

The cold, rotten feeling from earlier returns to the air. An unpleasant rumble vibrates through the air. And Jin presses in closer against you until you can feel the shallow, tight flutters of his ribcage as it expands against yours. His breath puffs warm against you, in direct contrast with the chill that clings to your skin.

The presence draws closer- that pungent, rotten smell returns. Jin squeezes his eyes shut and tucks his face into the crook of your neck. This close, you’re aware of the way that fear makes his breaths shaky and uneven.

The silence draws out between you two until finally the air warms and the presence vanishes.

“Sorry.” Jin gasps against you. “It sees us based on movement- if we don’t move, it can’t see us.”

“I-it’s fine.” You stutter, but internally curse yourself for being so affected by his proximity. It’s so utterly juvenile to be affected by a crush like this. “We should get out of here.” You say quickly, going to push him away with a hand against his chest.

His hand shoots up to grab your wrist.

“I do trust you, just so you know.” He says quickly. “In answer to your earlier question. We’re partners now, (Y/N). So, I hope any future expeditions like these are done together.”

He steps back, tugging you alongside by your wrist.

“And maybe after you publish this story, we can have a chat about how sweet it is that you care so much about my trust and how obvious that huge crush you have on me is.” He offers as a parting shot.

He only just barely manages to dodge the petty jinx you toss at him in response.

#seokjin x reader #jin x reader #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin scenario #anis farewell

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tatakaebomb · 2 years

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Middle of nowhere

ꕥ Pairing : Yandere!Nanami x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : Let’s just say, it’s not a very good idea to leave your blinds open, nor to let a stranger sleep on your couch.

ꕥ Word count : 1.8k

ꕥ TW : YANDERE THEMES! , pure smut, vouyerism, somniophilia, abusive themes, mistrust, stalking, stranger danger (lol), advantage, dom!Nanami, bratty sub!reader, degrading, praise, non con, dub con, deception, creampie, forced orgasm, knife play, spanking, thigh slapping, fingering, oral, finger choking, hair pulling, sadism, bondage, kinda dark - read at your own risk, 18+

Since your ex boyfriend has dumped you, you've done nothing but feel sorry for yourself for the past week, staying in bed and crying tirelessly until you've gone back to sleep, but tonight you felt good about yourself for a change, so you go and take a shower, putting on some comfortable PJ's before closing the blinds and leaving your room.

You had a bad habit of always forgetting to do it, deeming it useless since you basically lived out in the middle of nowhere, without any neighbours theres no one to really hide from.

You begin walking down the narrow stairs, the small creaking of the wood floor never failing to annoy you every time you take a small step anywhere in this house, it was old but you were at least glad to have a roof over your head.

You cozy up into the small blanket, reaching over to the coffee table to place the small popcorn bowl you somehow managed to burn into your lap, you didn't mind it though, this was the most productive you've been for the past week.

Scrolling through the various shitty Netflix movies, you manage to find a rom-com that catches your eye, so you press play and...

KNOCK KNOCK

You dart your eyes towards the entrence of your door, wondering who could possibly be at this late hour. You decide to ignore it but barely had any time to get comfortable again before the knocks become more frantic, making your head hurt. You stand up from the couch and angrily pace towards your door, ready to cuss out anyone who decided it would be a good idea to disturb your peace.

You push down hard on the handle and swing it open expecting to be someone you knew, but your gaze falls upon a taller blonde man, who looked like have been outside in the rain for at least a few hours, his expensive-looking suit stained with rain drops.

Your face tenses and you look up into his brown eyes, parting your lips to yell but deciding against it, instead choosing a softer approach.

After all he might have a very valid reason as to why he's at your doorstep, in the middle of nowher-.

"Please let me in , im freezing to death"

He looks down through his brown eyes, his glare gentle as a rain drop slowly falls down from his hair.

You shake your head, relaxing your expression and scooting over to the right, inviting him inside.

He cleans his shoes on the doormat and walks in, shivering as he takes off his blazer and hangs it up on your coat-hanger.

You turn around and cross your arms as you lean on the door,

"Who are you?"

You ask a question you wanted to ask before letting him in, but i guess its better late than never.

" Im Nanami-"

He suddenly pauses, scanning your face and stopping to stare into your eyes, his look seemingly sincere. You raise your eyebrows gesturing for him to carry on, and he takes a deep breath before he starts ranting,

"My car broke down and i've been trying to fix it for hours, i dropped my phone and got water in it and it's not working anymore, everything is going to sh-"

"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down"

You uncross your arms and walk over to the kitchen table, gesturing him to take a seat.

He lets out a sigh of relief before following you in doing so.

This guy defiantly looks like he's went through hell - You think to yourself, sitting up from the table.

"Tea or Coffee?"

"Coffee, please, thank you so much"

He smiles up at you, relaxing his face.

You fix him a mug of hot coffee, placing it on the table before grabbing the blanket and throwing it over his shoulders, which he repeatedly mumbles greatful thank you's for.

You take a seat back in front of him and watch as his shaky hands lifts the mug to his lips, only now noticing his features. He's quite attractive, he looks like a businessman of some sort, so you trust his story was the truth.

You introduce yourselves and have a nice chat about work and other normal things, the conversation flowing perfectly as the night slowly passes.

You yawn check your phone and realising its 2:00 AM, lazily sitting up from the table.

" Hey Nanami, you can spend the night here and leave in the morning, hang up your clothes to dry and get some sleep on the couch" You say and his brown eyes light up, his pupils expanding as he glares into yours.

He bows his head and sits up,

"Thank you Y/N, i'm so sorry to have disturbed you, could i do anything to make it up to you?"

"Ah, don't worry about it, just don't try to kill me in my sleep or something" You joke as you place a hand on his shoulder, giggling .

He chuckles and gives you a warm smile.

You slowly walk past him towards the staircase leading up to your room, pausing to look back as he places the blanket neatly on the couch and starts unbuttoning his wet shirt.

You notice the scars on his toned chest in the dim lighting of the TV, you wonder if you should ask him about them but you choose against it, after all it might be too personal and you didn't wanna make things awkward. He noticed you at the bottom of the stairs out the corner of his eyes and turns his head towards you . You turn your eyes from his body and blush, walking up the creaky stairs slowly.

"Goodnight, thank you again"

You hear Nanami say, his voice raspy and tired.

You let out a small " 'night" before walking to your room and turning off the light.

You get comfortable into bed and before you know it, you fell asleep to the tune of the thunder and rain still echoing outside.

Your vision blurs as you turn your head to the door, the lighting of the corridor shining through as it opens. Before you had any time to react, you had a belt tied around your wrist tightly to the bedpost and you were looking down at the man you deemed innocent.

"Nanami, what the fuck?" You yell out, struggling against the bed post as his hands start sliding down your body, slowly taking off your pants. He shushes you and places a knife up to your throat, the sharp blade shining in the moonlight.

You whimper as fear settles in your eyes, his lips crashes down on yours. You try pulling your head back but to no use, he keeps insisting into you give in, and when you did he dropped the blade from his hand, the cold surface of it sliding down your chest making you shiver. He parts his lips from yours and smiles sadistically, the shine in his eyes completely gone as he bores into yours.

He slaps your inner thigh hard before moving his fingers upwards slowly, his fingers grazing over your pantie covered cunt.

You wince in pain and arch your back, still trying to pull away from the bedpost.

He laughs and lowers his head between your thighs, looking up at you as he slides down your panties and licks a stripe up, making you choke out an unwanted moan.

"You have no idea how long i've been waiting to do this"

He breathes against your thigh, his hair messily falling down as he starts hungrily eating you out, his tongue flicking over your clit making you slowly turn your head to the side and close your eyes, biting your bottom lip hard to keep in moans but to no avail.

He dips two fingers near your entrence, collecting your slickness between your lips before shoving his fingers down your throat, making you gag.

"Good fucking slut, " He chuckles and brings his other hand to his pants, quickly lowering them.

Your eyes widen as you watch his cock spring up, the swollen head already leaking with precum.

You shake your head and mumble out a "no", causing his fingers to slip out of your mouth and land a slap across your thigh again.

You let out a loud groan in pain, watching him as a trail of spit runs down to his cock.

"All those nights twirling around your room naked, did you think noone would notice hm?"

He drives himself into you in one stroke, causing you to gasp and grab at the hard buckle of the belt.

"You fucking watched me? " You spit out, your eyes filling up with more and more anger as he begins to slowly move inside you.

"Of course, i knew i had to make you mine"

He lets out a groan before smashing his lips against yours, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue as he twirls it around with yours. He parts his lips from yours and increases his pace, ruthlessly stroking in and out of you causing you to let out loud moans against his mouth , making him smirk in satisfaction.

You arch your back as your walls tighten down around his cock, sucking him in as you feel your orgasm approaching. He takes a fist full of your hair and pulls your head back to look into his eyes, your eyes blurry and watering.

"Say you're mine" He whispers, and you bite your lower lip.

"Go to hell" You spit out, making him laugh and go in even harder, the sound of skin against skin filling the room as you come undone on his cock, throwing your head back as your whole body shakes. A slap lands across your face pulling your head back to watch him,

"Did you just cum? What a whore you are," He laughs, not slowing down his pace, dropping down his hand to abuse your sensitive clit with his fingers. You roll your eyes and clench down on him again, cursing out loud moans between pants.His strokes become sloppier and you feel his cock pulsating inside you, causing you to widen your eyes and look down.

He parts his lips and throws his head back, a soft groan leaving his lips as he shoots his cum inside you, completely coating your walls.

He slowly pulls out of you and lays down on the bed, breathing heavily as he watches his cum seep out of your hole.

"Fucking untie me" You pant out, and he raises his eyebrow and chuckles,

"Why would i do that?"

"Round two" You pant out, watching him as his eyes light up and he stands up from the bed.

#Nanami x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yandere Nanami #jjk x reader #non con nanami #kento nanami #kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #Nanami x y/n #fanfic #smut #Nanami smut #kento nanami smut #jjk smut #tatakaebomb #ren&ash

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natewriteslol · 3 years

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Hey! Could i request the dorm leaders with an esper MC? Kinda like Mob psycho or Saiki k :) and maybe they don't really use this ability of theirs that much since in their world they're literally a teen who's trying to live a normal life(like Mob basically), so nobody knew about their psychic powers except Grim since the mirror said that he couldnt sense any magic in them(i'm pretty sure that psychic powers don't really count as magic but idk lol).

Feel free to ignore if you don't wanna write it! :)

A/N: Ooh this was a fun one! I haven't watched Mob Psycho (I know about that fine ass blonde man-) but I have watched Saiki k and I loved it, still need to finish it tho jlafljhdas

Characters: Kalim Al-Asim, Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Azul Ashengrotto, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

P.S: I’m so sorry this is so long omg but I guess this is a strong comeback-

Warnings: none except for language

Riddle:

-You wanted to stay as far away as possible from him

-Riddle was part of the trio of people you wanted to stay away from: Riddle, Vil, and Azul

-Riddle paid so much attention to fine details that if something was up, he'd definitely notice it

-But unfortunately you were best friends with the two goobers of Heartslabyul: Ace and Deuce

-And Riddle had started to pay attention to you and your habits, and something was off with you

-It's almost as though you tried too hard to be normal, like Jamil

-And he could never let something like that happen again, so yes he was watching you

-One day you accidently slipped up and was irresponsible with your powers

-Grim was bothering you since he got into a deal with Azul for tuna and they were standing outside with the twins, since Grim lost

-You told him to fend for himself and teleported, however you didn’t plan where you would go

-And you teleported into the Heartslabyul dorm

-What sucks is that your teleportation power was literally flashy with a bright ass green light every time you popped in somewhere

-Just when you thought you were lucky since the whole dorm was uninhabited...except for Riddle who watched the whole thing

-He was completely shocked, he didn’t know what to say other than “What did you just do?!”

-You explained to him, and that just pieced everything together

-How you solved overblots with such ease, and that one day you had a “strength potion to test for Azul” was such bs!

-Riddle ends up keeping your secret, since he values your privacy but if you do something major and mess up then he will tell!

-”I understand but please be more careful with your powers. I need to institute discipline and you are no exception, Y/N.”

-He really does care about you and doesn’t want you to be found out

-Goes the extra mile to cover for you often, and in exchange you help him out with things :)

Leona:

-He didn't really care about you at first but as you started to hang Jack and Ruggie, Leona started to get more suspicious

-Your scent had proven that you had some trace of magic, but Leona just couldn't put his finger on it

-So he sent Ruggie after you for a couple of days

-If you were a threat to Savanaclaw, Leona would crush you

-But Ruggie had only reported back that everything with you was perfectly normal

-"Just give it up Leona, they're just an ordinary human. The scent is probably weird because they're from a completely different world."

-But Leona still had that feeling, so he was keeping an eye on you

-You had made a deal with Crowley to keep your powers secret to solve problems on campus (it did cut repair costs and handymen costs in half so-)

-Your new quest was to rid the forest of the Angolo fungus that was manifesting into living fungus blobs

-The one thing that gave you away was Grim, as you both had to stop by the Greenhouse to read some info about the fungus

-The cat beast was being far too loud, not understanding why he had to go and mess around with the icky fungus

-You simply replied “It’ll be quick, I’ll just use Hydrokinesis and dry out the fungus since they’re mainly filled with water. They become fertilizer once dried so we can just leave them there.”

-And there Leona was, ears perked up once he heard your voice

-Hydrokinesis? What are you talking about?

-So he set off, following you to the forest

-You started to fly, turning the once green and lively fungus to brown dust while Grim napped against a tree

-Leona for the first time in the while, was left speechless

-Once you noticed him, you realized you had to talk to him

-Confronting him later on, luckily Leona didn’t spill to anyone

-He promised to never tell anyone about what he saw, and had no clapbacks for what you had to say

- Leona doesn’t even benefit from this secret...besides mayyybee one day asking for your help if his pride lets him

-By the Great Seven why does everything have to not be in his favor-

Azul:

-Another one who you have got to be careful around, since he’s incredibly observant

-More observant than Riddle

-Azul noticed that you’re an incredibly average person, and were incredibly relaxed even during the most stressful situations

-And almost every single time whenever you were in a tight spot, it works in your favor

-Just how is that possible? Solving overblots left and right? Every single time you disappeared the infestation of magical beasts are gone?

-One day, you were getting picked on by a three guys, their stature far above yours and incredibly strong. How could you possibly win?

-Just as he was about to scoop in a save you, you slammed one of the men into the concrete, taking on the other two by electrocuting them, the blue lightning buzzing in your palms

-They were completely knocked out, dusting off your palms and picking up your things only to face Azul’s eyes

-After giving an explanation of what that was, he was still speechless

-Azul at first was incredibly shocked and then since Azul is Azul... later on realized this had benefits

-He could just blackmail you to be his new bodyguard!

-Oh how he always manages to bend life to his will-!

-So you could just wipe his memory... or turn him into stone...nvm

-You’re now Azul’s arch nemesis since you end up saving people from his scamming and you’re basically untouchable and there’s nothing he can do about it

-But he does find your great strength admirable (and a lil hot, I mean what can u say seeing someone floating in the air with electricity flowing through them is a nice look okay Nate shut up)

Kalim:

-Oh Kalim my beloved

-He just thinks that you’re incredibly talented and a little mysterious

-You have your little quirks and he has his! Who is he to judge?

-Until one day you wanted to make the load lighter on Jamil, since the berries that Kalim had requested for were only in season in one country

-You decided to just teleport and then come back with the berries so Kalim wouldn’t be pouty

-You were outside the door ready to teleport when last minute you felt a hand on your shoulder

- “Oh Y/N you forgot-!”

-And there both you and Kalim were, in a berry field thousands of miles away from the Scarabia dorm

-Kalim screams, falling to the lush green of the field

-What happened?! Where are we?! How did you do that?!

-You quickly gathered all the berries at light speed, making sure that you got back before Jamil realized that you were gone

-Kalim wasn’t scared of you, rather impressed that you were able to keep a secret for that long, he could never!

-You’re already super cool, and on top of this you have otherwordly powers!

- “It must’ve been stressful living your life like this! But don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret!”

-Yes he sometimes asks you to perform some of your powers for him, sorry Y/N-

Vil:

-While you were his friend, he was incredibly suspicious of you

-Even though you wiped everyone’s memory, he still had the faint memory of when he was in overblot mode of you blasting him with a beam of light

-Vil was incredibly upset as one of his assistants had mixed up his items, and left one of his vital skincare items on the set of where they were filming a new commercial

-It was being shipped and would take 3 days to reach NRC

-His mood was horrible and you had to do something about it to give grace to the Pomefiore dorm

-So you went to the second story of the Pomefiore dorm, ready to use Apport (the power to pull anything before you)

-However, Vil felt incredibly guilty

-He was acting like a child and he shouldn’t have taken it out on the people who he loves and values

- “Y/N, how I was acting was incredibly inappropriate and- is that my moisturizer? How did you get it?”

-Starts freaking out as this was impossible as it was on it’s way from being shipped from another country

-This was the last straw for him ther was no justification for this that wasn't done by some form of magic

-He takes you to his room to make you sit down and give him an explanation for this

-Once you finished, Vil understood but was still freaked out

-He cares alot about keeping your powers a secret and will cover for you

-"So my aport powers need to exchange something of equal value so... I exchanged it with that Scucci purse over there-

-"MY LIMITED EDITION SCUCCI PURSE?!"

-He loves you, but you're dead to him, Y/N dear

Idia:

-Before he knew you, he didn't really notice anything off with you

-A little quiet sure but he minded his own business, he had bigger things to focus on

-Until you hung around Ignihyde more often for a project, fixing a huge generator by yourself for one of your partners for a project

-They took a break only after you told them that they could and apprehensive went to go get food and water

-Anyone with eyes could see that there's an overbearing amount of energy flowing through the fairly large sized cube

-Wait, you were wearing no gloves, you could get electrocuted! Why would have your bare hands on something like that?!

-Just as he was able to yell, it was too late, your whole body was flowing with the bright blue energy... and then you let go

-You were walking completely fine, you went and held a random wire on the ground, placing the electricity inside

-The static from your hair was gone, and you looked completely normal. . .

-Just what the hell are you?

-He did hours of research trying to figure you out, even sending Ortho to monitor you

-Yet there was nothing, you were just a “regular teen”

-Was ready to get S.T.Y.X.S on your ass- (is that too soon to joke abt my bad overblot boys-)

-Until one day he caught you again bending electricity to your will

-Is incredibly impressed with your power (lowkey wanting to experiment on you)

-After he realizes that you can read minds Idia is so damn frightened

- “O-Okay I promise not to say anything, just don’t tell anyone what I’m thinking a-alright?!”

Malleus:

-You were one of the only people who he trusted

-Malleus had always detected some form of magical aura that was otherworldly from you and it never seemed to fade

-And it wasn’t often, but it was almost like you knew what he was thinking

-Whenever he was deeply upset he felt a twinge of energy from you, and then you would insist and help him out with his problems

-And he flat out says “Are you reading my mind, Y/N?”

-You had never been directly outed like this before, you felt horrible

-You never read people’s minds unless it was very necessary

-whenever Malleus felt deeply gloomy you felt like it was important to just read his mind and help him with the problem

-You explained it to him and apologized, but he wasn’t upset

-In fact, he was smiling?

- “It seems like we have alot of things that we’re hiding from each other. But... you always had the best intentions whenever you used your abilities”

-He let out a sigh and reluctantly admitted, “And, I know that I’m quite stubborn with revealing my feelings.”

- “I will keep your secret as long as you keep mine, Child of Man,” the dragon fae said, you both shaking on it

- “I always had a feeling that you were special, but I never thought it would be something of this caliber...”

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hiiiii !!! if you are accepting requests at the moment, can i ask something about reader and tom expecting a baby, one day while he’s drunk she sees him flirting with another women and when she confronts him he snaps at her and tells her he’s not ready for this “shit”. So they broke up and broke contact for months, until he shows in her apartment regretting his words and they talk but she suddenly at that moment gets into labor?!? I remember seeing a concept similar in a movie but I would love if you couldn’t bring it to life! Thank you so much in advance, appreciate your work a lot 🧸🤎

right so I loved this so much it has become a multiple parter and im not even going to apologise. so thanku so so much anon for getting me out a little rut!!!

summary: when toms caught out all hope looks lost - probs part 1 of 3 but it could get a bit longer too lol

warnings: serious angst, reference to abortion, cheating, a whole lot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry)

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“Hi babe, just to let you know Yamna’s invited me out for dinner this evening so don’t worry if you get home early and im not back! I love you x”

It was a spur of the moment plan, which was a rarity recently. The past 5 months since you’d found out, you could name barely 5 occasions you’d been out past 8 oclock- trading your heels for fuzzy slippers and dresses for massively oversized tops and joggers. It wasn’t how you had expected to be spending the summer before your 25th birthday but it was now your life. The rooftop bars, the wild nights, the get aways had all sort of been cancelled for… for the rest of your life.

Because an 8 month pregnant belly isn’t something you can ignore.

Sure…. it wasn’t the plan. Not the plan to be pregnant with your boyfriend of only 6 months, who at the time you didn’t even live with. But you were making it work. And now, you were just excited. It was the start of a new story with Tom, and you’d got past the phase of being sad and mourning your youth. Because the little bubba inside of you, she was pretty awesome and you really couldn’t wait to meet her.

So yes, you had been home alone eating ice cream from a tub when Yamna knocked on the door. She’d been one of your best mates for as long as you could remember so when she’d turned up unannounced with mascara smeared under her eyes you’d cancelled your plans of a pathetic alone evening. Her boss had just given her the sack - which was no surprise. He was a backwards tory old git who couldn’t handle the fact Yamna was a woman doing the job better than he could ever dream of.

So yes, you’d suggested going out to the fancy new bar down the road - to celebrate the fact she no longer had to put up with the arsehole. Obviously you couldn’t drink and neither did Yamna, but you go to a bar for the atmosphere - and the selection of mocktails they had was insane.

Your boyfriend Tom was already out, he said he had a meeting and then dinner with some execs he needed to shmoosh. Of course you didn’t mind, but he had been working a lot recently, in order to be able to have the time off when your baby girl arrives.

So after sending a little text and giving Yamna another hug to try and turn the evening from disappointment to celebration you walked out the door with a smile on your face. Maybe you could pretend, just for an evening to not be pregnant and whale-like?

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The bar was just a 10 minute walk so it wasn’t long before the two of you were soaking up the atmosphere. It was all decorated in a rustic fashion, with old exposed wood and dangling lightbulbs from the ceiling and the drinks were incredible. The type that have dry ice or flames or some other sort of fantastical display of edible decorations. Even Yamna had perked up, especially when a guy from the table across had bought you both a round of drinks.

“I’m just gonna pop to the loo.”

“Do you really need the toilet or do you just want to parade infornt of the fit rich man who keeps looking at you?”

“ Is both an option?” You laughed as Yamna slipped off her stool, winking rather dramatically as she did so. She was unbelievable - but at least this way she wasn’t thinking about her work, or lack thereof, anymore.

Happily you sat scrolling though your phone, seeing that tom had messaged you with an okay, before flicking through instagram.

And that was where the happiness ended.

For in a hurried manner, with a face looking a lot more ghosted than when she left, Yamna took her seat again.

“Are you okay?” Immediately your worry took over, the way she was biting her lip and not meeting your eyes not helping.

“I um yeh-yeh. Just I think I saw Tom.”

“Tom as in my Tom?” Her almost guilty looking nod had your scrunching your eyebrows, why was it such a big deal Tom was inside?

“He didn’t see me I don’t think but er… he just looked pretty close to a girl and I-“

To be honest you stopped listening at that point, heart dropping out the bottom of your chest. Because it made sense, he had been so distant recently and even if you’d been lying to yourself that it were work - this seemed much more likely. Whilst nodding along, pretending to listen to Yamna, instead your attention was solely focused on fiddling with the promise ring he’d got you after the two of you decided to keep the baby. He’d been so committed, so ready for this unexpected news. He’d said he was in for the long haul.

“Y/n?”

“sorry I um… it’s probably just a work colleague he needs to sweet talk. I’ll um-I’ll just go say hello.”

“I’m coming with you.” She spoke astutely, very much forcing herself into the situation.

“No no I’ll… I’ll come back if I need you, just wait here.”

Her face was so grim and destitute, as much as you were pretending it was okay - you knew it wasn’t. Before Yamna could protest further, you slipped off your seat ( clumsily thanks to the elephant belly) and walked with fake confidence back inside.

It took you barely 3 seconds to hone in on Tom, call it mothers intuition. He was on a booth in the corner with 5 others on his table but none of whom you recognised. It was 2 other guys and 3 girls - the six all paired off in mathcingly initimate conversations. Apart from that you payed almost zero attention to the others, attention solely focused on your boyfriend and the girl he had his arm round.

She was everything you weren’t. She was skinny - you, as previously mentioned, looked like you had a beachball stuffed under your top. She was blonde with sleek and perfectly styled waves at the tips of her long her - yours was thrown into a messy bun due to the last minute plans.

Most importantly - right now she was wrapped in Toms arms, whilst you stood alone watching.

God knows what came over you, but with confidence you never normally had you marched up to the table, just waiting at the end. One of the men you didn’t recognised, arrogantly asked you ‘can I help you’ - but you completely disregarded it, eyes solely fixed on Tom. He took a moment more to look away from the leggy girl, but as soon as he did his eyes grew massively wide.

“Y/n I-I-“

“Fancy bumping into you, I thought you were out with work executives?” Frantically casting his gaze across the table, you could see the cogs whirring to try and come up with an explanation.

“No I-I was but then Charlie here came over, we used to be mates at school and-“

“Oh fuck off Tom., I cant deal with this right now.”

You didn’t even have the energy to listen to his clearly fake excuses as to why he’d landed himself in that situation. You also certainly did not have it in you to maintain the strong face, you could feel everything shattering inside of you.

Because it was so blindingly obvious by how he had acted. You’d caught him out and you both knew it.

And it fucking hurt like hell.

So you exited the bar as fast as physically possible, hearing the shouts of both Yamna and Tom behind you. You didn’t know what you needed in that moment - except that neither of them were the answer. Tom though, presumably the faster of the two, managed to catch up - grabbing your arm to make you halt in the road.

There was this moment between the two of you that time almost seemed to freeze. The two of you, in an otherwise pretty empty residential street, at 9:30 at night, in a moment that you would never have again. From your point of view, you saw the slightly bloodshot and bleary eyes, widened with panic and fear. For Tom he saw the floods of tears down your cheeks, which you hadn’t even noticed were freely streaming.

But in that moment there was, at least, the slightest bit of peace. The slightest bit of hope - that he could explain, that he had some ludicrous but valid reason for the situation you had walked in on. Just a smidgen of hope that this were recoverable.

But then he had to open his bloody mouth.

“Y/n I swear nothing-“

“That didn’t look like fucking nothing!”

“It was I swear! We just-“

“Tom this is your one and only chance. I don’t care if your off your face, if you don’t give my a miracle of a reason as to what the fuck THAT was - then I’m gone.”

“Don’t say that Y/n, you don’t mean th-“ He tried to grab your hand which you snatched away, like you had just scalded it on a hot plate. Like he had hurt you.

“I swear to god I’ve never meant anything more. So cut the shit.”

“FIne-fine! Um so we were at the meeting and then on the way out I bumped into George and hes been a good mate of mine for years.” All you did was hum, arms crossed and making sure you had a metre of distance between the two of you.

“So he said god you look like you need a drink and I agreed because its been stressful as hell recently.”

“Oh its been stressful; for YOU has it? I’m so sorry Thomas, has it been hard for you while i’ve been throwing my lungs up with morning sickness? Has it been stressful that I’ve been running on zero hours sleep because she kicks me all bloody night? ” Your words were laced in a posioned sarcasm, to which Tom just stammered to.

“Please just let me.” Given he was supposed to be fighting for you, he sounded pretty darn defeated already.

“I said yes to the drink.” He skipped out the bit that had angered you, to which you rolled your eyes at. “And one turned into two and more and then I don’t know-“

“Your going to have to try a lot harder than that.” You deadpanned, taking a small step further back still.

“I mean it! The girls were all his friends and we were just talking.”

“Just talking? All pressed up and arms round her?”

“Yes!” As indignant as he retorted, it didn’t not make up for what you had seen with your own eyes.

“Your such a bullshitter Tom!”

“God why wont you just listen to me?” He cried, wobbly doing a little 360 on the spot, in what appeared to be exasperation.

“Because your just spouting fucking lies! And you try and blame it all on poor little tommo being stressed which is-“

“I HAVE BEEN! Running round after you! I’m just tired of this shit!!! So kill me, for having one night of freedom!”

Tom was too deep in his angry lecture to take any notice of you. Which is why, once finished, he waitied, breath heavy and nose flaring. He was waiting for you to scream back at him. To give it back. He was too drunk to notice the change in your demeanor.

“I’m tired of this shit.”

It was just reverberating round your head. Again and again and again. He was tired of your relationship and you hadn’t even become parents yet. He was at his wits-end and the baby was still unborn. What the fuck was going to happen when baby arrived? Clearly there was no hope. It was dead. Your relationship was dead with no chance of revival.

Because he’d said it. Your relationship was shit, and nobody can put up with something they hate for that long. Not 18 years. Not while bringing up a child.

So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.

“Don’t follow me.”

Not now, not ever.

?to be continued?

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