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bbyjimni · 3 years

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"Record" (M)

pairing - idol!park jimin x female reader

brief summary - you and your idol boyfriend decide to flim a sex tape.

warnings/contains - daddy kink, heavy sub/dom themes, ddlg themes, dom!jimin, sub!reader, oral (m&f receiving) + boob-job, extreme exhibitionism, missionary, lots of praise, sloppy kissing, and blonde jimin makes an appearance ;)

words - 3.8k

(im so sorry for how filthy this is)

(if u guys like this then i might upload more jimin works heheh)

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"mm baby-girl, i think you and i both deserve a little treat. no one's here after all." your boyfriend spoke with a sensual tone in your ear, feeling his erection which showed so clearly through his gray sweats.

you and Jimin were currently in the house of BTS, lying in his bed together while watching Netflix, relaxing and spending time with each other while no one else was home. you weren't sure exactly where everyone had gone or if everyone was gone, but the two of you didn't bother to let that stop your fun and antics.

earlier, you both decided to do a little bit of cooking, however, it failed. harshly failed. who would've thought it's a good idea to cook pancakes on the highest temperature possible? surprise, not surprise, Jimin did. he figured if you cook them on the hottest setting, the pancakes would've been done in less than a minute. ironically, he was right, but what he didn't know was the fact that you could fill a whole house with fiery smoke as well.

but then, after the two of you went through that disastrous mess of a cooking fest and went to relax in your shared room, his thoughts went off in another direction.

he became thirsty for you and your body. his eyes stared at your body, dripping with lust. he was begging to tear your clothes off and throw them away but there was a twist to this playful rendezvous he wanted.

he wanted to record you together.

he wanted to record the faces you make when he's filled you to the brim with his cock, record the begging you do when you want him to pound into you and make you sore, record the way you suck him off so hungrily, and let's just say he wanted the memories for when he's away for a tour or something like that.

"a treat? what kind of treat, baby?" you grinned and bit your finger as Jimin grabbed your hand and placed it over his hard bulge, seeing him bite his lip as you palmed and groped him. "you know exactly what i want. take off your shorts and grab my phone, kitten."

you sat up and untied the strings of your shorts and began sliding them down but then raised an eyebrow.

"grab your phone?" you paused but Jimin didn't bother with it, getting in between your legs and yanking your shorts off of your legs. you yelped from the sudden action and knocked your knees together. "what do you need that for?"

he spread your legs and began kissing your thighs, ignoring your question and earning a groan from you. he reached over to the night-stand and picked up his phone, sticking it down your shirt. his lips travelled from the inside of your thigh to your panties, licking your clothed lower lips with the flat of his tongue, arousing himself even more. although you had no idea what he'd do with a recording such as this, you decided to let it go and open up his camera. he looked up and gave you a sly smile, pressing his thumb to your bud.

"good girl."

as you started filming, he pulled your panties down to your knees, bringing them down the rest of the way with his teeth. for exaggeration, he licked the inside of your thin panties and threw them somewhere in the room. he brought his head back between your thighs and went on to eat you out. his tongue began to flick against your clit, immediately earning whimpers and moans from you as you eagerly rolled your hips against his face. he brought a finger to your entrance, rubbing but refusing to put it inside of your warmth.

you closed your eyes and whispered a curse to yourself, continuing to film him eat you out like you were the last thing to a meal he'd ever have in his life.

Jimin Park giving you oral has always resulted in you crying. not necessarily crying over any painful entities but how good he's performed on you. no matter how quick, how sloppy, or how painful he's been, he's always been able to make you cum. tears would run down your face from how his fingers would curl inside of you while the tip of his tongue made you twitch from the way it would swirl around your clit. his fingers weren't the biggest but lord, he was blessed by god to have the tongue skills and the perhaps the dick size he has today.

you struggled to keep hold of Jimin's phone while his head was in the midst of your thighs. his teeth grazing along your entrance, his lips sucking at your clit, his tongue joyfully lapping up all of your liquids, all while being caught on camera for later show.

your legs were hung over his bare shoulders, your body quivering, your womanhood aching for a part of him to be inside of you, barely handling his tongue slipping in and out of your entrance. his chin was practically dripping, glistening with your cum, despite the fact that you haven't came just yet. his hands were parked flat on your hips, he just couldn't get tired from pleasing you. he didn't stop working wonders between your legs with only his mouth and fingers, although there's no doubt that his jaw would be sore after this session.

"oh fuck, y-yes Jimin!" you cried out his name, his long, blonde hair tangled within your fingers as your head was thrown back and your thighs were trembling from the stimulation. your mind was in a whole different buzz, you no longer took account of the world around you, only Jimin and his tongue.

your throat never stopped calling out his name, letting breathless whimpers and moans out for him, swearing and groaning because of the way he was making you feel.

he pressed two digits to your folds, feeling your arousal and his saliva pool together. he slowly slid them inside, pulling his lips away and pumping his fingers in and out of you at a rough pace, knowing how riled up you'll become. the sloppy, wet sounds of his fingers stroking your walls and your slutty songs filled the room, noisy enough for your neighbours to listen along to what Jimin was doing to you.

"yeah, you like when daddy touches you like this?" he asked before leaving his lips back on your pussy, looking up at you with his dark and sinful eyes. you could barely respond back to him, whining and breathing so consistently. "yes d-daddy.."

you greedily grinded your heat against his fingers, your walls tightening and clenching around his soaked digits, wanting more and more. he glanced up at you as he sucked on your clit so roughly, admiring your flustered body. your furrowed eyebrows, your gaping lips, your hard nipples, he felt so delighted knowing you were in this state because of him. he wanted more of it, he wanted to have you scream his name after this, he needed to feel himself inside of you, your velvet-like walls tight around his cock, his tip smashing into your cervix, he even wanted to watch his cum pour out of you, knowing that was the result of the experienced sex he gave you.

"Jimin faster, p-please.."

wanting you to cum, he sped his pace up, digging his nails into your thigh while loudly groaning into your pussy, biting your sensitive bud out of lust. you moaned the same word over and over again in your head, feeling hot tears stream down your cheeks like usual as he went faster. his fingers curled inside of you, making your body jerk back from the sudden jolt of feeling.

Jimin's phone picked up every dirty sound the two of you made, your moans and groans, whimpers and pants, Jimin's teasing and slurping, the breathing patterns the both of you had. you knew that this video would be better than any of the porn Jimin has watched, with real moans, real feelings, real lust.

"daddy i'm gonna cum!" you exclaimed, sniffing and wiping your tears, your grip on his hair being the tightest it's ever been before. you felt lightheaded, your body began to twitch and tense up, sweating like crazy as you were about to climax on Jimin's fingers. "fuck!"

Jimin pulled his fingers away and replaced them with his tongue, tasting your tangy cum squirt all along his tastebuds. he smiled as he licked your entrance, sticking his tongue inside, feeling your pussy pulse around his tongue.

you paused the recording and threw his phone beside you, pulling him up from between your legs and up to you, immediately getting into a messy and heated french kiss. you both moaned for each other, holding onto each other for dear life. your legs were wrapped around his abdomen, your arm hugging his waist while your hand was practically glued to his hair.

"yeah you like that baby? you like when i eat you out like that?" he moaned in between the kiss, rubbing his pulsating erection against your soaking wet womanhood. "f-fuck yes Jimin!"

you both didn't stop moving your hands everywhere. your fingers roamed from his broad, strong, bare back to his ass, feeling every inch of his body. you began to yank and tug at his sweatpants and boxers, pulling them down the farthest you can, letting him kick them off his legs.

you felt his painfully hard cock rub against your lips, sending shivers and excitement throughout your body. he guided his head to your warmth, teasing your folds with his tip. you whined and swiped your tongue over his bottom lip, giving it a little nibble. he finally stopped toying with you and in one swift movement, his length was buried inside of you, balls deep. he slowly began to thrust, your voice already crooning out to him.

your pussy was sensitive from cumming previously, twitching and swollen, but still thirsty for Jimin's cock. you wanted him to make you feel sore after this, limping because of how numb he made your legs feel because of his tongue and member.

his girth stretched your walls without a doubt, clenching around his member like crazy. Jimin's voice raspily let out a groan as he bit your lip, speeding up the pace of his thrusts, listening to your demanding moans as he fucked you. he listened to his hips slamming against your ass, back and forth, hearing and feeling how wet his pelvis was becoming.

"god you're so fucking tight." he breathed so quickly and consistently, his head in a cloud of euphoria from how tight your pussy enclaved his cock. his eyes were screwed shut, his lips fighting with yours, his hips never slowing down. "wet and tight just for me."

you were gasping, moaning Jimin's name over and over again, arching your back as your nails dug into his skin, desperate for him to bring you to your high once more. his tip never stop hitting your g-spot, making you scream out his name, loud enough for everyone to know who he is. every time he rammed into your sweet spot, you felt your body tremble and shudder from how hard he hit, how close it was bringing you to climax. your toes curled, your legs tensing up around his waist while your mouth released moans as you sloppily made out with Jimin.

"who's daddy's girl, {name}? who can't get enough of daddy's cock?" he spoke through clenched teeth, grinning as he watched you struggle to answer, your mouth only letting out cries for Jimin. your vision was impaired, your head was out of signal and everything was a blur, you could only keep your eyes shut tight. your hands stayed in his blonde tresses, your fingers tugging and grabbing as his member pumped in and out of you.

"m-me daddy! i love you so much!"

Jimin bit his lip and began thrusting faster, harder, enjoying the moans and tears you let out for him, all for his dick. continuing to thrust, he peered over at his phone, grabbing it and going straight to the camera.

he threw his lips back onto yours, sucking and biting on the tip of your tongue, taking a snap of the moment. he planted a line of kisses down your jawline and to your neck, leaving love bites and licks on your skin, capturing a picture of that as well. still ramming his cock into you, he got up from your body and handed his phone to you, grabbing your waist and throwing his head back.

knowing exactly what he wanted, you began recording him fuck you, filming him throw your legs back around his waist and thrust into you like there's no tomorrow.

"fuck, yes baby!" he yelled out, putting a thumb on your swollen clit and vigorously rubbing it. you winced and moaned his name louder, tears flooding your eyes from how amazingly rough he fucked you. your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head, bearing his phone became difficult for you but you couldn't stop now. eventually, you wanted everyone to see how good he made you feel, how his dick filled you up, how wet he made you with his mouth. "i love when you look like this, all flustered and sweaty, so close to cumming all over me again."

his thumb rubbed circular patterns into your throbbing bud as he slammed his hips into yours, making your womanhood erupt with pleasure. to you, the room was spinning, you couldn't handle the amounts of pleasure he gave you. with each thrust he gave, his cock went deeper, going hard on your pussy. you felt so close to cumming, releasing all over his pelvis and legs.

"no one will ever fuck this cunt the way i do, baby, i can fuck you better than anyone ever could."

after this, you wanted to reward him for making you feel so euphoric and blissful, for fucking you so good with his tongue, let alone his dick and his fingers. you wanted Jimin to take advantage of you, to take control of your body and your mouth. you wanted him to thrust his cock in between your lips, hitting the back of your throat, making you choke on his length and girth.

Jimin let his jaw hang loose as his thrusts stayed hard but became sloppy. he felt like he was about to explode inside of you, your tight walls never stopped clenching around his member, making him feel hot and so close to cumming.

"fuck, daddy's gonna cum soon baby girl." he moaned for you, biting his lip and leaning over you, grabbing his phone with one hand and your jaw with the other one. he switched to the front camera, recording your tired yet sexy expressions.

"look at me, princess." he demanded, your eyes fluttering open as his lips smashed onto yours once again, engulfing yet another sweet and sloppy kiss with you. he took his hand from your chin, taking the hem of your shirt and pulling it up, wrapping his lips around a hard nipple while attending the other one with his free hand. you winced and cried out a curse as he sucked, your body beginning to twitch from all the stimulation you received.

your body was covered in cold sweat, knowing your orgasm was about to hit you one more time. Jimin gave you one final thrust before letting you cum and moan each other's names. you squirted on his cock as he came, putting his thrusts to a complete stop and pulling out of you, his warm cum coating your walls while covering your lips. he gave you one final kiss before stopping the recording, pulling away from you and giving you more orders.

"get on your stomach and put your ass in the air for me, baby."

you did as he asked and wondered what he was doing next, only to hear him snap a picture of your creampied state. he watched his cum drip from your folds to the bed sheets, his boner not even close to becoming flaccid. although he figured the two of you were done, you still had one last thing you wanted to do, no, needed to do.

you got up and pulled your shirt over your head, taking his phone and pushing him back into the bed. you went down to his cum-covered cock, taking ahold of it and wrapping your lips around his tip. you took a picture for his safe-keeping and gave his phone back to him, continuing to suck on his head.

"baby, w-what are you doing?"

you grinned as you slowly stroked him, making him groan and throw a hand in your hair. "i'm gonna make you feel as good as you made me feel, daddy. record me doing it too."

he smiled and bit his tongue, eagerly hitting the record button as you took more of his length in your mouth. you slowly began to bring your head up and down, your hand following under your playful lips. although you'd just started, you could already feel his cock twitch in your mouth as if he was about to cum.

"you're a good girl, sucking daddy's cock after getting fucked so hard."

you took him deep in your throat, almost gagging on his dick as his head brushed against the back of your throat. you bobbed your head faster, your lips wrapped around his member tightly. he groaned and ran his fingers through your hair, calmly shimmying his hips against your lips.

as you sucked Jimin's dick, Jimin couldn't help but think about uploading his videos somewhere. he knew there'd be consequences involving you and him, but he didn't care. he wanted the world to know who he belonged to and vice versa. he wanted to make his fangirls quiver and become aroused just by watching him please a girl, making her moan and cry uncontrollably. he wanted boys to see you please him, wishing that you could be under them instead of Jimin. he loved knowing that no one else could have you or your body, every inch of you belonged to Jimin Park.

you groaned as you jerked him off, dragging your tongue up his member. the pace of your hand became faster as you brought your lips down to his balls, sucking on them, hearing him wince from the new feeling he received from it. he muttered your name under his breath, looking at you to deeply stare you straight in the eyes. you took a glimpse at him, his cheeks red, his hair an ungodly mess, and his chest shining from a mixture of sweat and your orgasm.

it was odd, but the way you were in between his legs, his balls in your mouth, looking back up at him seemed not only attractive but cute to him. he was in love with the way your eyes looked big and innocent while his lengthy cock was deep in your throat, making him somewhat confused on whether he should buck his hips into your face and make you gag on his member or not.

you brought your hand up towards his tip, giving him light but fast jerks. Jimin groaned louder than usual, droplets of cum already spilling out of his head.

"oh fuck baby, please keep doing that.."

you didn't want him to release so early, halting your jerking and pulling away. you licked the cum from his tip and combed your hair back with your fingers, bringing your hands to your breasts and massaging them, your eyes staring down Jimin's body, trailing down from his face to his dick. you bent back down to his length, your breasts in your hand, sliding his cock between your boobs. Jimin's eyes excitedly widened, a sly smile growing on his cheeks. surrounding his dick, you kept your tongue stuck out on his head, sliding your breasts up and down on him. he bucked his hips up, whispering under his breath.

the valley between your tits became sticky from his wet member but you didn't care. you only focused on him getting closer and closer to cumming on your face, resulting in him thrusting and humping into your chest. each time his dick hit your tongue, you gave him a little lick, just for tease.

"such a slutty little girl, {name}, fucking daddy with your cute tits." he provoked, making you smile and take him in your mouth once more. "keep doing what you're doing and i'm gonna explode baby!"

he felt close to cumming but wasn't quite there just yet. at this point, he just wanted to take full control, which was exactly what he was going to do. he grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your head to bob faster on his length. you both moaned as his cock went deep in your throat, Jimin's mouth gaping as you gagged on his tip, his cock twitching, coming closer to an orgasm. each time he thrusted in your mouth, he thrusted into your chest, feeling even more pleasure from you.

he was so close, his hands felt like they could start shaking but he tried his hardest not to. his legs were twitching, his thighs trembling non-stop. he couldn't bare to wait, he needed to cum so badly. he pulled your head off of his dick, shoving your face back in his balls and grabbing your hand, putting it back around his tip.

"make me cum baby-girl."

you slowly nodded your head, dragging your tongue up his aching skin, your hand working on him, just the way he likes it. he threw his head back, rolling his hips against your lips. he panted hard, his grip on your hair tightening, dying to cum already. feeling him twitch so consistently, you got up and put your tongue against his tip, tasting his cum shoot onto your tongue, letting some spill down to your breasts. Jimin sighed of relief, stopping his last recording and giving his cock a final stroke.

enjoying the state you were in, he took a picture of you, his cum still dripping out of your pussy, on your fingers, chest, tongue. he loved it so much, he may as well make it his homescreen.

Jimin pulled you close to him, giving you a soft, passionate kiss. he playfully slapped your ass, making you yelp and nip on his cheek.

"wanna go wash up with me baby?" he asked, his voice raspy and tired. you kissed his neck, nodding your head. before getting up, he pondered in his head if he should ask the question or not, but decided to do so anyways.

"baby, how would you feel about me uploading those videos up, just wondering?"

"go ahead." his eyes widened, surprised by your blunt response. you got up to head for the bathroom, being stopped by him before heading down the hallway. "are you sure, {name}?"

"i said yes, baby. let the world know who's been fucking Jimin Park."

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hope u guys enjoyed :)

if u guys are interested in the last part (just a bunch of crack with bts i edited out bc i thought it was too cringy LMAO), feel free to read the rest on my wattpad, @chocolatechanii 💙

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years

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My Favorite Kind Of Night - 4.

Camboy!Bucky x CEO!Reader

Part 4 of this series

Run-through: On Friday nights, you are punctual to your virtual meet-up with your favorite camboy over a streaming platform, for your private stream session. You’ve known him for a couple of months now. He goes by the alias of ‘Winter Soldier’ on the platform, which is perfect for the kind of man he is; brawny and drop dead gorgeous. Over the past few months, he has become your favorite kind of night. And secretly, you became his as well. You two get closer over time, and things get interesting when your real, professional lives gets intertwined.

Themes throughout the series: sex worker!bucky, smut, phone sex, fluff, language, dirty talk

Sunday morning, Bucky received not so great news.

“Hi James. Uh… I hate to do this but we’re gonna have to reschedule that date. I completely forgot that I have to leave on a short business trip on tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn. And I’ll be back by Wednesday. I’m sorry, it just completely slipped my mind and I blame you for that,” you chuckled. “But um, yeah I’ll make up for it when I get back, I promise. Bye, see you on Wednesday morning. Take care.” You quickly added, “And do miss me, will you?”

Bucky listened to the voicemail when he got back from the gym on Sunday morning, and lifted his head to glance at the clock. It read 11:39.

Well, you must be on your flight already. He had a slight frown on his face, he was so excited for your date tonight, but it seemed that he would have to wait a couple more days now. He quickly sent you a text saying it’s alright and he’ll definitely miss you.

Thing is, he just really wanted to make this work between the two of you. And for that, he wanted to be completely and utterly honest about the whole cam thing. Speaking of which, he thought of his favorite girl. And grabbed his personal phone and sent her a text as well.

You reply didn’t come right away, and he wasn’t bothered by it mainly because he was already thinking of ways how he could make this upcoming date with his boss lady extra special now that he had more days to plan for it.

You checked both your phones when you landed. James had texted you on your ‘work’ phone and Bucky on the other. You read both messages one after the other.

James: That’s alright, just come back quickly. And yes, I will miss you, boss.

Bucky: I still owe you a private sesh, no? Let’s do that soon.

You smiled at both texts, replied and went about your packed day.

A conference, a couple of meetings, countless emails and phone calls later; you were a finally free late on Monday night. Your flight back home was schedule at noon on Tuesday so you had quite some time to yourself. You were wide awake at almost midnight and you had nothing to do in your hotel room. You wanted to text or call James but you figured he must be sleeping at this hour.

So you decided to reach out to Bucky. After all, you two did decide to make up for that one session you missed. And he was up for it. And a few minutes later, he was livestreaming and your phone rang. You answered with a smirk and watched him smirk back at you through your screen. Half of his face was covered as usual.

“Hi soldier.” You chirped.

“Hi babygirl.” His reply came through both your computer and your phone. He inched closer to the camera, “Missed me?” he asked. You felt the same tingles at the sound of his words. You put your phone on loud and settled in your comfy bed.

“I did,” you responded. You did miss him to some extent. But not quite like how you missed James. “You have quite a lot to make up for.”

He chuckled, and yet again you tried to ignore how dangerously familiar that laugh of his sounded. “Yeah? Bet you’ve been desperate and needy for me since we missed our last session, huh?” he spoke and stood up to gently lower his sweatpants. So seductively, you almost choked on your own spit. You wondered for a split second, would James ever be that filthy in bed?

“Hmm,” you hummed. “I have.” You said, lying a little because that night you spent with James satisfied you completely. You shook your head slightly and cleared your head. Don’t think about James right now.

“Well then what are we waiting for, babygirl?”

Fuck…

You were leaning against the headboard, clothes thrown on the floor, your phone right beside you; one hand pinching and twisting your nipple while the other toyed with your clit. Bucky had been edging you for the past few minutes and it was absolute torture. But you couldn’t complain, not when he looked like that.

Naked and sat in his seat with his legs spread apart, his cock in his hand and a vibrator wand moving up and down his length. He moaned and grunted through the screen as well as through the call. You were surrounded by the sinful sounds he made and you shamelessly liked it.

You whined, unable to take it anymore. “Buck… please.” You begged.

He chuckled. “So needy,” he whispered. “Okay babygirl, touch yourself for me. Fill your little cunt with those pretty fingers.” He spoke and stroked himself and moaned wantonly. Oh he was so sensitive as well. “I want you knuckles deep inside yourself while you think about what it would be like to be filled with my big cock.”

You shivered at his words and pushed two of your fingers deep within you. You were dripping, and he could almost hear how wet you were. He growled and stroked himself gently.

“Fuck… I can hear you fucking that wet little cunt, babygirl.” His crude words made you clench around your own fingers. You gasped and kept your eyes focused on him on your screen. “Wish I was there to fill it up.”

Bucky heard the notifications go off multiple times, signaling that he was being tipped generously.

You whimpered as your fingers moved in and out of you rapidly, your arousal trickling out of you and smearing all over your inner thighs. Bucky kept talking, making you feel more and more lightheaded. “I bet your cunt tastes so sweet, doesn’t it babygirl?” Bucky’s voice was barely above a whisper, so low that your stomach flipped.

You moaned out loud and gasped as your fingers brushed against a sensitive spot inside you. Oh… all you could think about was how deliciously James’ cock had stretched you out multiple times the night you had sex. How thick and big he felt inside you.

“Please…” you begged, fearing that you might blurt out James’ name.

Bucky chuckled, then moaned as he stroked himself faster and pressed the vibrator to the tip of his leaking cock. “Yeah? You wanna cum for me, doll?” he scoffed, and groaned. “Not yet… not yet babygirl. Keep fucking yourself with those pretty fingers, let me hear you moan.”

You whimpered and sped up. Your body was damp and your mind was foggy and the only things you could focus on was your pressing need to orgasm, and James. You whined and begged. “Please… please,” you managed to keep your eyes on him. And how hot he looked when he just touched himself like that… all for you. Would James ever do the same?

“Fuck…” Bucky growled. “I wish I was inside you, babygirl. Deep inside you…” he groaned and pumped himself faster. “Feeling your walls clench around my cock, milking me… gripping me,” he grunted and you let out a loud moan; upon hearing which he cursed under his breath.

“You’d be so good to me, isn’t that right babygirl?” he spoke and it took you a moment to register his words because your mind was foggy and all your senses could focus on was the hot, burning need to come undone.

“Bucky… I’m-,” you cut yourself off by moaning wantonly. You were so close… so close.

“Faster, doll.” His deep voice rang in your ears and you obeyed. You fucked yourself faster. You gasped and thrashed around; moaning loudly, unashamedly. “Good girl.” He whispered again and stroked himself.

You watched him as he stroked himself faster. Moaning, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down rapidly as he took himself higher. Bucky swore when he heard the wet sounds as you fingered yourself at his request. You were gasping and moaning and taking yourself higher and higher…

“Cum for me, babygirl. Cum all over your pretty fingers for me…” he gasped and groaned as he felt his own release approaching.

You whined, slipping your finger in and out of your wet hole rapidly. Your own touch took you higher…and higher… and you were on the edge; right on the edge…

Bucky threw his head back and sped up, he was so close…

And then the two of you finished together;

“Oh fuck… James!” you cried out and came all over your fingers.

“Y/N… fuck!” Bucky came; gasping and moaning.

Then both of you realized what the other said. And you both froze. Did he just-

Bucky was quiet. Chest heaving and mind a little hazy. Did he hear that right? Did you just-

“What did you say?” you both asked one another simultaneously. And you both froze again.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Bucky moved quickly to end the livestream and you shut your laptop at the same time then hurried to end the call. And you sat there in bed, naked and hazy from your orgasm. Your face felt hot.

What the hell just happened? And why did Bucky panic as much as you did? And how did he know your name? Or was that just a coincidence? There could be other Y/Ns in the world, right?

In the back of your head, you sort of figured out what was really happening, and what had been happening all along – but you were in denial. James couldn’t be Bucky. Right?

But the long dark hair, the same laugh… no. It couldn’t be, right?

So the hot employee of yours which you were beginning to catch feelings for, is also the hot sex-god you’ve been having private cam sessions with for months? How was that possible? Also, instead of being embarrassed; why were you lowkey excited?

Bucky was equally confused. He sat there in his seat with confusion all over his face. His cheeks flushed and his mind going a mile and hour. What the hell just happened? Maybe you knew another ‘James’. He sort of figured out what was going on as well, but he refused to believe it. Not because it was a bad thing, but it was just too much to handle at the same time.

So, his boss lady that he’s been crushing on and falling for is also the hot babe he’s been having filthy, sinful private cam sessions with for months now? How?

Bucky found himself somewhat smirking. This wasn’t so bad, was it?

The rest of the night, you got no sleep at all. You threw both your phones as far away from you as possible and curled in bed; thinking, and thinking some more. How on Earth would you face James, or Bucky, now when you get back to work?

Would he ignore you? Or would he want to talk it out? Would it be weird between you two from now on? Then again, you’ve already slept together – multiple times in one night recently.

Meanwhile Bucky was in the same state. He had the same questions you did. Would you distance yourself from him now? Would the fact that he’s a camboy be a turn off for you? Because it’s one thing to derive pleasure from one, and it’s another thing to date a sex worker, he thought.

But he was already falling for you. Good God, what a mess!

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You couldn’t believe how quickly Wednesday came around. Before you knew it, you were in your car and on your way to work on Wednesday morning. You did think of just not going to work today because you weren’t ready to face James. But then, you’d have to eventually.

Besides, he hadn’t called at all. Nor messaged. It was radio silence on both your ends, which made it even more frustrating. If you at least knew where he was at with this situation, you’d know what to expect when you inevitably do see him at work today. But you didn’t even know what to expect and you hated the suspense more than anything.

Luckily you didn’t see him in the elevator. Because you didn’t what to do if you were enclosed in such a small space with him. God, this is going to be one weird day…

Bucky was just as nervous while he was getting ready for work that day. What if you fire him? No, you wouldn’t do that. He wondered, would you still like him the same after this? Things were going to be messy in the beginning but what about after that? Fuck… he hated this suspense.

When in the cab, he wanted to get to work and face you as soon as possible and figure out where you two stood now. But he also wanted to run. But he knew had to face you and talk this out.

He took the elevator up, and luckily you weren’t in the same one as him so that gave him a few more minutes to prep himself before he came face to face with you later, inevitably.

Bucky was on his way to his cabin when his work phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that it was a call from you. Instinctively, he lifted his head up and looked in the direction of your office. And there you were, leaning against your door and your phone pressed to your ear. And you were looking right at him.

He couldn’t read exactly what the facial expression you had on meant, but it definitely gave away that it was nothing negative. He answered the call quickly, and maintained eye contact with you as he spoke.

“Hello Y/N.” he watched how you smirked right when you heard his voice. Fuck… his heart raced as he looked at you. You looked good.

His breath hitched in his throat upon hearing your words, “Hello soldier.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes smut #camboy!bucky #marvel au #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes series

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Tonight, Love Me Kindly and Cruelly (Collection Event) // Count

t/n: The idiom is literally “Candy and Whip”, which is equivalent to the use of “Carrots and Sticks”. “Carrots and Sticks”, as in the idiom that people use to describe when one uses both the promise of a benefit and a punishment to manipulate someone to do something. random ex: a person says that if you let them stay at your house for a while, they’ll buy you a new phone... but if you reject them, they say they’re going to set your car on fire. well carrots and sticks don’t make for a pretty mental image so I changed it. lol

In common ikevam fashion, this is a collection event to coincide with the release of Faust’s Main Route. imo the route is doing a better job at showing his chara positively than Will’s route, but..... faust was never my type to begin with so u know LOL but im only on like chapter 12-ish anyway so yea nothing really significant has happened

anyway, i am pleasantly surprised that the Count got to partake in this one!! it might seem like a really long time since the last Count appearance under the context of this blog, but that’s only really bc ive sat out on covering Count-involved events (namely the AU scenario event w/ a shared route with Leo and the “caring for a child” collection event). i don’t think they’re super bad or anything (i actually like the latter for treading newer ground on event topics for once)…. im just chillin. ive never been a very active blog regardless

Spoilers under the cut!! Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u (･ω･*)

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[Kara]: “ah-… Mn-…” In one of the rooms of the party venue— the air was stained obscenely by the breathless sighs of me and Count. With my arms pinned against the rippled sheets, my head grew lightheaded as he roughly kissed me over and over again. [Kara]: “nh- Why are…”

(Why has the Count become like this, I wonder? Until a little while ago, he was sweet and gentlemanly.)

Bewildered, I stared back at his golden irises, and a smile faintly seeped through his lips…

[Count]: “When I thought about you possibly being touched by those fingers, my blood ran cold. You do not mean to say that you do not understand my own feelings, I presume?” (‘Those fingers’…?)

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I recalled something that had happened a few moments ago at the high society party we had been attending. I was conversing with one of the Count’s acquaintances when it happened:

[Gentleman]: “Oh, My Lady— Your exquisite ornament has shifted out of place, you know.” (Huh…?) Before I could fix it myself, the gentleman reached out his hand—

[Count]: “Indeed.” The Count, who had been standing next to me, hugged my shoulder with his arm as if to move me away from that hand. Then— [Count]: “How about this? Mhm, yes… Beautiful.” [Kara]: “Thank you, Count.” Of course, I also gave my thanks to the one who initially noticed it, but…

…

(Does he mean that time?) [Count]: “By the look on your face, it seems that you have finally realized it.” [Kara]: “Ah-…” Something resembling both sensuality and sharpness flashed within his eyes, and he firmly ripped the hair ornament off with a single swipe.

[Count]: “Well, then. I shall retrain this body— that the only thing that may touch you, are my fingers.” His fingertips trailed down my lips, my neck, my collarbones… before pulling down my dress, the fabric sliding off my breasts. Then, those very fingers touched the reddened peaks…

[Kara]: “-ngh, hah…. nh, ah-“ [Count]: “Do you make this same adorable reaction no matter who pinches you?” He pinched more forcefully, and my body leapt with a shudder. [Kara]: “ah-…! N-No, not, at all… Abel, please…” [Count]: “Really? I still have my doubts, given that your body so easily makes these dirty reactions...” While he played with my breasts, the fingertips of his other hand then slid inside the soaked part of me with a wet sound. [Kara]: “ahn… ngh, haah…”

[Count]: “I shall thoroughly train you, that the only thing that can bring you to ecstasy are these fingers. …And train you, all night.”

And just as he had proclaimed, indecent cries continued to fall from my lips throughout the night.

FIN

me thinking abt how this could’ve been the start to a veri sexi epilogue of a scenario event. next time, next time!!

this was kind of interesting bc the event actually places this one above leo’s (leo is the story before, which puts him at “4th place” out of 7 if we call arthur “1st”). this is weird bc even tho occasionally they’ll mess with story order not coinciding with character popularity if they feel that the story in question is more ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), but putting leo’s story that early is rly weird. leo’s story being given before even mozart is like…. wow someone’s not too proud of that story LOL ill be honest tho…. the leo story is pretty basic, past stories in the leo sexi man canon considered. well i get it – leo is not the type to take out his negative emotions onto others, which is more or less related to the theme of this event.

this collection event is only a week long, so im wondering if they have anything interesting lined up. man i hope so…… clearly they kno ppl who like the count exist bc they bothered to move his story up. but where’s the respect!! (jk… partly)

“You really do get a lovely look on your face when you’re with the other manse residents. …I am, just a touch, jealous. Tonight, let me have you all to myself.”

“(…) …I want you to like me very, very much, so I work hard to achieve that. Though it may appear otherwise, I’m desperate (to have such).” – Artbook-based Gacha Card

as always, thanks for reading!

#ikemen vampire #comte de saint germain #spoilers #ikevam #lol why does this site still have vocabulary f*lters how else am i supposed to write it

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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And I always will - Tom Holland

❄️ FANFICmas 2020 ❄️

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week 3 babies! it’s been so long since i last wrote for Tom and this story just screamed for him when I made up the plot. so here is some cute friends to lovers christmas edition! updated the fanficmas post with next week’s fic and added another one for the 24th, check it out if you are interested!

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It’s not a date, it’s not a date, it’s not a date!

That’s your mantra for the evening and the closer the time is coming when Tom is picking you up, the louder you’re shouting it in your mind. Well, while it was sure he was nowhere near your apartment you physically kept telling yourself, heart pounding in your chest with each passing moment, but when he texted you that he’d be there in five you shut yourself up.

Stepping to the mirror you take one last look at yourself in your simple black dress and red blazer, a simple but fitting look for the annual Christmas party of the company you’re working for. You tug your hair behind your ears to make your earrings more apparent, they are like little red Christmas ornaments, the perfect touch up for the occasion and you also happen to know Tom loves how you wear them around the holidays every year.

This whole thing started a week ago when he was over for a movie night, something you often did when he was in town and you whined about having to go to the company party alone again and listen to your boss comment on how she was already married at your age. She is a very old school woman with strong beliefs that a woman should be able to catch herself a man at an early age if she doesn’t want to end up alone for the rest of her life.

You were only twenty three, not at all in rush to settle down, but you hated the teasing and commenting every year. It happened all through the year, but it was the worst at the Christmas party, because then she had the time to talk to you without the distraction of work, so she was able to touch on more personal topics as well.

Tom listened to you patiently, letting you rage about the irritation even the thought brings to you every year before proposing his idea.

“I could go with you and pretend to be your boyfriend.”

The words rolled off his tongue so easily, like it was nothing at all, when in reality it put your stomach into a knot immediately. It might have not mean anything to him other than just a friendly request but it meant so much more to you, being in love with the man for years.

Cliché, right? Falling for your best friend and keeping your emotions bottled up because you’re too afraid to come clear and possibly ruin your friendship. It sounds like a horrible teen movie, but this is the truth. It’s not something you can just blurt out without having to overthink about all the possible outcomes that would send you into a rabbit hole of the worst case scenarios until you are scared to talk about your feelings for life.

You were hesitant about his idea, but like every time, he managed to talk your ears off and convince that it would be a great idea.

“Lots are already thinking we are a couple, it would be easy!” he assured you, and he gave you a sly, cocky smirk, one you can never resist. So naturally, you said yes at the end and that brings you to this evening, when you’re nervously waiting for him to arrive to pick you up so the two of you could go to that stupid party together, pretending to be a couple.

You keep pacing back and forth in the small hallway as you wait for him to arrive and when you hear the knock on the door you jump.

It’s not a date, Y/N! Just pretentious!

You keep telling yourself your little mantra as you stride over to the door and open it for him. And there he is, handsome as ever, wearing black dress pants and a nice, crispy looking white shirt under his wool coat, the top buttons of the shirt left undone to let your greedy eyes a little hint of his toned chest underneath the fabric. You need to stop yourself from sucking on your breath, he looks so great, not just now, but all the damn time, making you feel lightheaded with just a simple smile.

“You look beautiful, girlfriend,” he tells you, putting a teasing tone into the last word and though it was just a joke, it made your heart flutter for sure.

“Thank you, boyfriend,” you shyly smile, the word tastes so sweet on your tongue, but there’s some hidden pain behind it.

“Ready to go?” You nod and grab your coat and purse before shutting the door behind you and locking the door.

The ride is short, but feels like forever. You’re anxiously chewing on your bottom lip, heart pounding in your chest and you fear that Tom might hear it and question you about it. This is so nerve-wrecking, and so not how you imagined to be his girlfriend for the first time.

Though it’s the closest you’ll get to the title, probably, you tell yourself, stomach churning at the thought.

“Hey,” Tom’s soft voice grabs your attention when he stops at a red light. “Nervous?”

“Just a little,” you nod shortly. “I just… want to my boss to take me seriously for once,” you lie, because there’s absolutely no way you are telling him it’s him that makes you shit your panties.

“I’ll be right there with you and we’ll charm the shit out of that woman,” he smirks making you laugh at his words.

“Hope so,” you mumble with a sigh, turning back to stare out the window.

Tom parks down in an empty spot near the venue that holds the part and he helps you out of the car giving you a hand, but he doesn’t let go of it once you are standing on your feet, holding your hand and even lacing your fingers together. When he gives it a gentle squeeze you peek up at him and notice that he is looking down at your with a warm smile as if he is trying to tell you that it’s gonna be alright without words. You try to swallow your anxious thoughts and hope he doesn’t find your hand too sweaty as the two of you head inside.

You work for a huge marketing company, one of the biggest ones in London. You landed an assistant job two years ago, fresh out of college and worked yourself up to be a fulltime graphic designer, mostly working on visuals for smaller campaigns running in the company, but you were proud of your work and enjoyed it to the fullest. One of the lead designers is rumored to retire sometime next year and you were hoping to be considered for his spot, thought there are quite a lot who has been working there for a longer time, but you felt like you have proven yourself to be suitable for the job. Tonight you are praying to charm your boss so she would move your name forward in the process and earn you a few good points at the admission, but this meant that you have to make her believe you are the definition of couple goals so she would get off your back and finally see that you are trying your best to move forward in life.

The venue is one big ball room, several tables set on the sides with the department’s name on the table to let people know where to sit, the luxurious decoration making the whole place appear like Winter Wonderland straight out of a fairytale. There’s a stage at the very back with a DJ already playing and a dancefloor in the middle, some guests are busting their best dance moves there, while others are enjoying the open buffet that runs along the two sides, tables filled with the most delicious looking meals.

A waiter greets you both, offering you champagne and you gladly take a glass while Tom shakes his head with a soft “I’m driving, thank you”.

Looking around you see some familiar faces but there are a lot new ones. The company has a whole office building with five floors and one usually stays on their own floor throughout the working days, you don’t interact much, so it’s hard to tell who you are working with on a wider level.

“Do you know where we are sitting?” Tom asks leaning closer to your ear so you hear what he is saying over the music and as his hot breath hits your neck it sends a shiver down your spine.

He is so close and his hand feels so warm on mine, you think to yourself while your eyes scan the place, trying to find your colleagues. When you spot them you pull Tom in their direction, plastering a nervous smile on your lips.

“Hi everyone!” you greet them arriving to the big, circular table. You work with a team of ten designers, some of them are older, but there are two around your age. Sally is twenty-five, her desk is right across yours and you’ve become closer, eating lunch together almost every day, and then there’s Owen, who is basically the office’s gossip source, always knows what happened to who and he makes sure to give the word away to the right people. Your older colleagues find him nosy, but you think it’s funny how he can still get any information from anyone even though he is known to have a big mouth. There’s just something about a tall, gay dude who approaches you with a sly smile, it’s like he puts a spell on people and they magically start talking. He often joins you and Sally for lunch, the three of you forming a club of young, ambitious people, holding each other up so you don’t get crushed by the judgy thirties.

When Owen looks up from his cocktail he almost spits it out seeing Tom standing next to you, holding your hand firmly.

“Little miss Y/N?! What is this supposed to be?” he gasps dramatically and you just chuckle shaking your head at him.

“This, is my uhh—This is my boyfriend, Tom,” you nervously introduce him and he waves around politely.

“Hi, nice to meet you all,” he calls out and most just acknowledge him with a nod and a hello, but Owen is over the roof that you just appeared with Tom Holland by your side.

“Why haven’t you tell me you were fucking Spider-Man himself?” he continues to rage and you almost choke on your own saliva hearing his words. Your cheeks start to heat up, but seemingly Tom doesn’t feel as uncomfortable as you, he just chuckles lightly, before pulling out your seat to help you sit before he takes the seat next to you.

Sally, who is sitting between you and Owen just slaps his chest in a warning manner.

“Control yourself!” she scolds him, but it only earns her an eye-roll.

“I’m sorry, but I feel offended I didn’t know about this,” he explains pointing at you and Tom.

“I hope you understand that I like to keep my private life, well, private. So it’s my fault Y/N hasn’t been bragging about us.” Tom rescues you from making up some stupid lie and you’re happy you didn’t have to say a word, so you just chug down half of your champagne in hopes it would ease your nerves a little.

Surprisingly, Owen backs off immediately, giving you a knowing look, as if he understood so well the life of a well-known actor even though he was far from being one.

“Oh, totally. I get it, don’t worry about it, Tom. Though I’m sure she’s been dying to talk about you all along.”

“Has she?” Tom teasingly looks down at you and you just let out an awkward chuckle nodding.

“Yeah. Exactly,” you mumble finishing off your champagne and putting it to the table. Tom can easily tell how nervous you are, so he puts a hand to your knee under the table and gives it a gentle squeeze, leaving it there afterwards, but it just rises your anxiety level. You are highly aware of every touch and look, as if your senses became hypersensitive all of a sudden, but only to Tom.

“So how long you two have been together?” Sally asks with a warm smile, trying her best to steal the opportunity from Owen to talk so he doesn’t say anything inappropriate and you are endlessly thankful to her for that.

“Um, couple of months,” you say the first thing that comes to your mind and from the corner of your eye you see Tom just nod along your words.

“And how do you know each other if I might ask?”

“We’ve been friends for a long time, actually,” Tom speaks up this time. “Y/N’s dad used to work with my dad when we were younger and we sort of became friends. I was always in love with her, though it took me a long time to grow the balls to ask her out.” You are stunned at how easily he is talking about something that’s not real, as if he has been building up this story in his mind for a while, but that can’t be the case of it.

“Oh, this is so cute! And did you feel the same way?” Sally asks you. Licking your lips you glance over at Tom.

“Yeah. Loved him all along,” you softly say and it’s the truth, however he will probably never know about it.

“It’s like in the movies!” Sally gasps, holding her hand to her chest.

Tom’s eyes still hold yours and he gives your knee another squeeze that makes you take a deep breath before you tear your gaze away from him, feeling giddy and lightheaded.

You stay at the table a little longer before the two of you head to fill your plates before everything is fully gone. It’s kind of a relief to get away from Owen and Sally, you hated lying to them, but you had no choice.

“Everything alright?” Tom asks, brushing a hand against the small of your back as the two of you stand at the buffet, looking at the food.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you nod with a weak smile. “Just a little nervous,” you admit.

“Don’t be, we are doing just fine,” he smirks and leaning down he kisses your forehead gently. It’s nothing new, he often does this and the gesture always manages to pull you out of your boiling thoughts and it has the same effect this time as well. You feel like you can breathe again after holding it in for a long time.

You carelessly glance over your shoulder as you wait for Tom to finish packing his plate up with veggies when you spot your boss talking to a guy who you recall works as an accountant on a higher level. Her eyes move just enough to meet yours and you suck on your breath when she spots Tom next to you, right when he reaches out mindlessly sliding a hand to your waist.

“Oh God, she saw us,” you mumble under your breath as you watch her excuse herself from the guy and head in your way.

“Hm? What?” Tom lifts his head and his eyes quickly find the tall, lean woman walking towards you with ambitious and confident steps. Mrs. Winston is the kind of woman that could easily intimidate any high power man in the industry, and she worked hard to be where she is now. However, you don’t necessarily always share her beliefs of the world and life, for instance her vision of a woman marrying a man as young as possible.

“Y/N? Who is this handsome man you brought tonight?” she asks right away, eyes landing on Tom who has put his plate to the table behind him and circled an arm around your waist. Before you could even get a word out, Tom extends his other hand out for her, with a charming smile.

“Tom Holland. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Winston. I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.”

Oh God, you’ll never get used to hearing him say that and you’re amazed he remembered her name even though you just mentioned it earlier.

“Nice to meet you too. Call me Carol,” she smiles, seemingly already loving Tom and honestly, you can’t blame her. “I saw that you were bringing a plus one, but I was expecting a relative,” she comments finally paying you a glance and you can feel the sharpness in it, how she partially meant it as an insult, but you just smile at her widely.

“Oh, no. Hope you don’t mind it.”

“Not at all. So tell me, why do you look so familiar, Tom?”

“I’m an actor, you might have seen me in movies.” It takes Mrs. Winston to put the picture together, but when she eventually does, she gives you a highly approving look.

“Well yes! Now I remember! I think my son in law is a big fan.”

“Give him my best wishes,” Tom nods with a warm smile.

“You know, I’m happy to see Y/N finally with a worthy man by her side. I always told her to grab herself a good one before she runs out of time,” Mrs. Winston starts her usual sermon.

“Oh, I think Y/N is perfect on her own, I think she is an amazing individual,” Tom replies and your and Mrs. Winston’s eyebrows rise at the same time. “I don’t think a woman needs a man by her side to make her complete and I admire her strength as a person on her own, not just in a relationship.”

“Don’t you think a woman needs the support of a man to succeed in this man dominated world we live in?”

“Not at all,” he shakes his head confidently and you feel him pull you closer to his side while you listen to his words curiously. “I think women deserve the recognition of them and their work and not to have it overshadowed by any men. I’m proud to be Y/N’s boyfriend and I’ll support her through everything, but I would never let anyone think of her as just a part of our relationship, or the person connected to me, because she is so much more than that and I want everyone to recognize that.”

You are at a loss of words, you knew Tom was a feminist, supporting women’s rights passionately, but you never heard him talk about it in a close relation with you. His words twisted your heart in the best possible way and though tonight is all about faking, something is telling you that these are his genuine thoughts, except the part about your relationship, but he could easily mean just your friendship under that.

Mrs. Winston seems stunned at the honest and forward answer, though you can tell it surprised her that someone went against her beliefs. However, it doesn’t seem like she is upset about it, more like she appreciates the balls that someone spoke up.

Her eyes fall back on you and there’s a small smile tugging at her red lips.

“He is a keeper, Y/N,” she simply tells you before walking away.

“Holy shit,” you breathe out when she is far away. Tom gives your waist another squeeze as he glances down at you with a smirk. “It’s like you put a spell on her!”

“I’m a charming bastard,” he shrugs smugly before grabbing his plate from the table and the two of you make your way back to the table.

Following the little talk with your boss you feel a lot more relaxed, knowing that Tom charmed the shit out of the woman. Now you are starting to enjoy the party, laughing with Sally and Owen and you’re happy to see that Tom is getting along with them pretty well too.

When the DJ starts playing All I Want For Christmas, the whole room cheers as one and most guests rush to the dance floor, that includes you and Tom as well.

He keeps you close, twirling you and moving around with you to the song, even singing it just like most people around you. Looking around you spot Mrs. Winston dancing as well, a lot more reserved than you, but she looks like she’s genuinely having a good time. She winks at you when your eyes meet and she sees Tom wrap an arm around your waist. You feel yourself blushing and you turn back to him, earning a sweet smile from him as he is enjoying the party.

When the song ends, the DJ slows it down a few knots playing Christmas Lights by Coldplay, people start to leave the dancefloor, only couple staying to slow dance to the song. Your eyes meet Tom and you thought he might want to go back to the table, but instead, his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you to his chest, starting to sway to the rhythm.

You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you feel his body pressed against yours, his hands holding your waist firmly, and you cheek is next to his, occasionally brushing in the motions. You run your hands up his broad shoulders and rest them behind his neck, a shiver running down your spine when you hear him sing the lines into your ear:

“Like some drunken Elvis singing, I go singing out of tune, saying how I always loved you darling and I always will.”

You lean back just enough to look into his eyes, feeling like the words he sang were a message addressed straight to you and you needed to see it in his look. When your gazes meet your heart skips a beat when they validate your thoughts. He sang those lines on purpose and he wanted you to hear them, but still, you can’t bring yourself to say or do something. You just stand there, wrapped in his arms, eyes lost in his, swaying gently to the song.

He brings a hand up to your face and tugs your hair behind your ears, his yes fall to your earring and he can’t help the smile that tugs on his lips.

“I don’t know if this is the right time, but I feel like it is,” he softly starts, seemingly having a hard time to find his words. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you breathe out faintly.

“I love you.”

The words almost push you out of your balance, and you feel like you are falling down in a deep, endless hole. He said the words you’ve been aching to hear from him for so long, he really said them and he is looking at you with eyes you’ve only seen in the mirror when you were thinking about telling him about your feelings. But this time the look belongs to him and he is breathlessly waiting for you to say something in return.

“I love you too,” you softly tell him, brushing your fingers gently along his jawline. He breaks a relieved smile, but then furrows his eyebrows in a serious expression.

“Just to make it sure, you are not talking about a friendly love, right?”

You can’t help but let out a chuckle, shaking your head at him.

“No. Not friendly,” you assure him and he sighs in relief again.

“Great, because it would have been really awkward.”

You bite into your bottom lip, shyly staring up at him, a little lost about what should be said or done next, when you hear Owen call out from behind you.

“You guys are standing under the mistletoe! Kiss!”

First you turn to look at him and then you follow the direction where he is pointing and you see that you are in fact standing under a little mistletoe, hanging from the ceiling. Turning to face Tom you shyly smile at him, while he looks way more confident in himself.

“We can’t break the rule,” he chuckles teasingly, making you laugh as well before leaning down he captures your lips in a sweet, breathtaking kiss.

You feel like a teenager again, the butterflies are going wild in your stomach and you’re pretty sure your hands are shaking, but you couldn’t care less. All you could think about is Tom and that you were finally kissing him. Teenage you would lose her mind knowing you finally got to kiss him, after all those years of secretly dreaming about it.

Tom kisses you again and again until you both are breathing heavily, so he pulls back a little, resting his forehead against yours, his hands keeping you close to him.

“Wanna get out of here?” he breathes out and you nod your head eagerly.

“Fuck yes,” you chuckle making him laugh as well before he grabs your hand and pulls you back to the table to grab your stuff and then head out.

You don’t bother to say goodbye, or tell anyone you’ve left, you were busy feeling Tom’s hands touching you wherever he could, his lips finding yours every other minute. You both are a hot mess in the car on the way home and when you finally reach your apartment, you turn on the Christmas lights in your room, before Tom pulls you down to the bed and makes love to you all through the night.

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painless-innit-colourful · 3 years

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The Light Behind Their Eyes

It’s been a long-time headcanon of mine that the songs of Conventional Weapons exist in the universe of Dangers Days. And I’m sure you can guess which one this fic concerns... After a few terrible weeks for the rebels, there’s a special guest on Dr Death’s radio show, and they’ve got a very special message for the Zones.

It's been a bad few weeks in the Zones.

It began almost three weeks ago, when Dr D announced over the airwaves that Jet Star and the Kobra Kid got themselves dusted. Since then, it's been almost every night; killjoy names no one you know has ever heard of being given their two words on the evening 'cast. S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W sightings are more frequent, and claps happen every few hours. BLI seems to finally be cracking down on the desert rebels like they once promised they would, and it's leaving crews down members and everyone losing hope. Some say 'Destroya and the Pheonix Witch have abandoned us', but you try to hold out hope. Destroya protects the droids foremost, and only heaven knows if they're currently having as bad a time as the 'joys. As for the Pheonix Witch... Supposed sightings have dried up, but you're not surprised. With all the dustings lately, she must be busy. Whispers throughout the desert say they can hear the ghosts of the passed killjoys shouting out in the static, singing their songs long into the night in a spiritual procession through the sand wastes. A parade of death, like a cemetery drive on the move. It's a depressing thought, but it holds up to reason. The mailbox is full.

You're alone tonight; you needed some air. The campfire's been burning for hours, and though it could attract some less than wanted attention, it's a put it out or go inside kind of night. Next to it sits an empty can of Power Pup (it's been tasting worse recently) and your radio. It blares some old Mad Gear song, which Dr D introduced as a "favourite of our Fab Four" when it started. His intros have been weirdly short these past few hours. You sit back and try to enjoy the last thirty seconds or so of the song. The sun set hours ago, and the stars are out. You wonder if the old dust trails about ghosted 'joys becoming stars are true.

"Alright, children," Dr Death's nightly greeting sounds out into the night air. "The lights are out, and the party's over. But before I go, I've got one more treat for you." In the background, while he talks, you hear the strained tones of an acoustic guitar being tuned. That gets your attention. Guitars - electric ones - are common at Zone concerts, but since they're so quiet, no one plays acoustic guitars. The only other time you've ever heard one was when you came across a half-broken thing with your crew in the burnt-out shell of an old building. No one could figure out how to make it sound anything but rusty. "I've got an old friend with a pretty shiny piece of junk here, and they'd like to play you a song. Let's just say, you won't get this at none o' your Mad Gear shows. Sing yourselves to sleep tumbleweeds, and don't let the static swallow you up. Goodnight." There's a moment of quiet as whoever shuffles towards the microphone, and you hit the 'record' button on your radio just as Dr D softly utters: "S'all your's Party." The archaic tape recorder splutters and whirrs to life, wheezing from disuse before the little crimson light blinks on, just as whoever it is in the Dr's studio starts to strum gently. You sit back again as they begin to sing:

"So long to all my friends, / Every one of them met tragic ends."

Somewhere in the second line, their voice breaks and Dr D murmurs something you don't catch. Their playing isn't amazing, but the guitar seems to almost be crying its notes, surrounding them in emotion, though maybe that's just you. These past weeks have been harsh, and you haven't heard something so gentle in a long time.

"With every passing day, / I'd be lying if I didn't say / That I miss them all tonight / And if they only knew what I would say,"

Something about the lyrics makes you want to go get your crew and hold them tight, protect them from the elements and BLInd and whatever's out there in the static to be afeared of. Everyone in the desert knows someone who's recently joined the parade of the dead, whether they were your best mate or the chilly weirdo you got into a fight over PP prices with at Tommy's. You wonder if the singer has lost someone recently too.

"If I could be with you tonight, / I would sing you to sleep / Never let them take the light behind your eyes / One day I'll lose this fight / As we fade in the dark / Just remember you will always burn as bright."

The desert seems to grow still around you, as even the wind stops to listen to the melody of the 'joy on the radio. Who is that? You recognise their voice somewhat: you've heard them in the background of Dr Death's broadcasts before, and any voice on the radio that isn't one of the DJs or Cherri Cola gets your attention. Right before they started singing Dr D called them Party... You wrack your brain for any Killjoys with Party in the name, and the only one that comes to mind is Party Poison, of the Fab Four. Could it be them? Dr D said before that last Mad Gear song that it was a "favourite of our Fab Four", and the loss of Party's friend and brother was the beginning of this awful few weeks for all the Zones so... it could make sense. Then again, maybe it isn't.

"Be strong and hold my hand, / Time it comes for us, you'll understand / We'll say goodbye today, / And I'm sorry how it ends this way, / If you promise not to cry, / Then I'll tell you just what I would say-"

Their voice grows stronger, more sure of themself as they sing, though they break again a little on "promise not to cry". As they get louder, someone (presumably Dr D) starts drumming using his desk, and the wind around you picks back up, whipping sand into a frenzy and nearly dousing your campfire early. You can hear something far away in the desert; the wind is moaning, and the sky responds.

"If I could be with you tonight, / I would sing you to sleep / Never let them take the light behind your eyes / I'll fail and lose this fight / Never fade in the dark / Just remember you will always burn as bright."

The passion behind their words sounds like a promise. The wind intensifies; the desert itself is howling, the sand puts your campfire out and leaves you alone in the noisy silence. Your empty Power Pup can is scooped up by the wind and tossed away, clanging against something on the way down, the sound like mournful crying. Without the firelight, the stars that suddenly fill the once-empty expanse above grow brighter to compensate. You shuffle closer to your radio and turn it up slightly, and hear the song of a defiant killjoy join the cacophonous fray:

"The light behind your eyes. / The light behind your- / Sometimes we must grow stronger and / You can't be stronger in the dark. / When I'm here, no longer / You must be stronger and-"

As the singing 'joy enters the bridge, something appears in the sandstorm. People: killjoys, running, dancing, singing in unheard voices, laughing to jokes never heard. Their colours are brighter than the stars, their smiles wider than the Zones. They are walking as one, up and down the dunes, a heaving mass of people celebrating, firing rayguns into the dark, toasting Power Pup like it doesn't taste like dog food. Someone else appears before you as you grab your radio and hold it tight, lest the wind carries it off. You look up to see her dark cloak, her halo of violet light, her mask staring back. As the sandstorm rages and the wind tears at you like needles, it snatches at the top of your head, taking your mask as it rests there. It flies away towards her at speed, and she catches it in an outstretched hand. The dancing 'joys shine brighter for a moment, and something in the pit of your stomach makes you feel weightless. You start to rise to your feet, but she steps forward, her hand reaching towards your own.

"If I could be with you tonight, / I would sing you to sleep / Never let them take the light behind your eyes / I failed and lost this fight / Never fade in the dark / Just remember you will always burn as bright. / The light behind your eyes."

The Pheonix Witch stands before your trembling form and presses your mask back into your shaking hand. She steps away, and you feel lightheaded, the dancing lights burning too bright, a hundred stars leaping skyward. She turns and walks towards the procession of ghosted killjoys, leaving you once again alone in the sand. The colours of the procession fade to greys and blacks, and then altogether. The Witch disappears, and you see your vision blur with tears. You slump sideways and lie there in the desert, at the centre of a sandstorm, radio clutched to your heart, mask scrunched in one hand. You vaguely hear the singer repeat the last line "The light behind your eyes” again, and again, and again, like a lullaby into the night.

When you wake, it's all white noise. At some point the tape recorder stopped - you're not sure how, as your radio is still clutched to your chest. Your mask is still in hand. You shake off the sand that's piled around you.

The sandstorm. You check for grazes, but nothing hurts. It's freezing, you realise, and still hours away from sunrise, or alarm clock radiation, as one of your crew likes to call it. You better get inside before you die of hypothermia or something. You turn off the radio and head into the building in which your crew are sleeping.

Somewhere in the desert, a crow caws.

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Taglist: @chaoticemopigeon @antikalvinclub (remember this thing?!)

#y'know. it took me a good five minutes to remember the original premise behind this thing #hi yes if you didn't see the post i made before this: i wrote this in august 2020 and completely forgot about it until recently #i feel like i'm 13 listening to dd while editing. planetary go came on and it was like hearing it for the first time again #full three minute dance party in my room #anyway when i say i've had this hc for a while... lmao #crim writes #mcr #danger days #the light behind your eyes #danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #the pheonix witch #party poison #IT'S BEEN OVER A YEAR SINCE I'VE BEEN IN THIS FANDOM OH MY GOD #okay since it's done now i'll be here crying to kids from yesterday if you don't mind

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oksana-moods · 3 years

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Ghost of you - Part 1

Summary: This story begins before CAWS and will develop following the movies. Our OFC was being held by Hydra, who is trying to create a new super soldier. She has a past, which will haunt her untill it comes to bite her. Slow burn. Plus, the title is a song from My Chemical Romance and brings a lot of ofc’s point of view; I was inspired by a lot of songs and I’m sure you’ll recognize a few. Trigger warnings: Violence, bad language, angst. If you find any other, I’ll be glad to add.

“And I remember now, at the top of my lungs in my arms she dies At the end of the world, or the last thing I see.”

Pain.

It’s all void, but pain.

Pain.

It’s like a faint light in the back of my mind telling me to move, but it hurts.

It’s too much.

I feel lightheaded while I slowly drift into consciousness, and it hurts.

Pain.

I become aware that I am laying in the cold ground, I just don’t know where, I can’t remember. I try to turn to the right, but the sharp pain on my left says to me that I broke one rib or two, maybe more. But how?

What am I doing here? Where is here?

I can feel a split on my lip, my cheek has a gash and when I rise my left hand, I see something like a metal glove. Wait. I try to move to have a better look at it…

Pain.

I curse under my breath; my chest is heavy.

I try to look at my hand again. With shaky breath, I realize that I’m not looking at a glove. My whole forearm, from right below my elbow to the tip of my fingers, it’s all made of cold metal. What. The. Fuck??

I gasp. When did this happen? I had two perfect flesh arms, didn’t I?! Why can I remember what happened to me? I lay my head back on the ground and close my eyes. I try to search, but that is nothing to grasp on my mind, I can’t remember a thing. It’s all gone. I take a deep breath and I try harder, try to think of something, anything at all…

And then, like seeing a movie scene from a foggy screen, it’s hard, confusing even, I see a woman. Of course, I don’t know who she is, but it’s something, at least. I’m outside a… bar? A Club? I’m not sure. I am looking at a blond woman, she gives me a wide grin, takes the key from my left hand (oh my, I knew it, is a flesh hand), climbs the motorcycle in front of us. After she turns the engine on, she motions for me to climb as well. Without missing a beat, I am hugging her waist and then we go. Who is this woman? What happened to my arm? To me? I need more answers, I need to dig further, I need more memories. I feel tired, but I push it away. I search, dig throughout the emptiness of my brain…

And here it comes, another flash of foggy memory, will it be the same wo…? Before I could finish, I see myself standing on some sort of park. I’m looking at such pretty little girl wearing a red shirt, her hair is everywhere trying to ride a bike. I feel myself smiling at her. ‘Look at me, I am doing it!’ She laughs and I feel my heart so light at that moment. ‘Yes, you are, sweetie’. I smile back at her as she comes to hug me. ‘Thanks for teaching me, aunt L..’

No. No, no, no, come back. Arg! I needed that information. She was about to say a name. With a grunt I turn to my side, this time it hurts a bit less. Guess I’m getting used to feel like shit. I blink twice, for a moment I think I passed out and started to dream, but no. I’m wide awake. I’m about to grasp a piece of memory in the back of head once again. I close my eyes and there it is… I blink twice. The shades failing in keeping the sun rays out of the room, but I can’t bring myself to care. Just when I turn to my side, a smile creeps itself into my mouth as my eyes land in the goddess laying centimeters away from me. Perfect silk skin, the most beautiful curves my eyes have ever seen. Having her this way, so bare, immaculate even and there’s nothing I wanna do but to stare in awe. Her eyes stir open. They focus on me. Holy, she’s perfect. ‘Morning...’ She flashes a smile and my heart flutters. She brings her incredible warm hands to touch the military tag resting in my chest. I move my head to kiss her hand that are now touching my cheek. ‘I didn’t know you were wearing my former tag among yours’ She says. I kiss her hands once more before replying ‘That way I can feel you close to me. Close to my heart whenever you’re not around’. The look in her eyes could light up a hole city, priceless, so full of passion and warm and… ‘I lov…’

All I can see is darkness. I’m back to the same place I was before. Instantly missing the warm those memories brought to my chest. I try to go back to that sunny room, but to no avail. I can’t access that memory again as I realize my mind starting to drift off, to go blank. I feel nothing but pain, as darkness embrace me.

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I’m jolted awake as the door is burst open by a man wearing black tactical suit. I try to move away, but he takes three steps way too fast. He picks me up by my collar and arm with a deadly grip. Ouch, this is going to leave a bruise. He punches me in the face. Hey, what the hell. Before I can even muster some words, he says: “ready for the next session?” “wha.. what?” “what do you remember, bitch?!” “I…hm. I… nothing. Who are you?” Another punch, and I feel a crack in my nose. Did this idiot just broke my nose? “Don’t lie to me, woman. What do you remember? Answer me. NOW!” He violently pushes me, so I hit the wall behind me… Suddenly, just like a dream, or a snap, that foggy screen is back. I’m in a doorway, looking at that blond woman again. And God, is she beautiful. She’s wearing a leather jacket that I recognize as my own. I walk towards her, within her personal space. I brush our noses when I see the corner of her lips twitch, ever so slightly, then she pushes me causing my back to hit the wall. She takes two steps. She’s so, so close that I can breathe her breath. My eyes are closed since I’m about to taste…

I’m brought back to reality by being hit square in the face again.

“Stop.” I mutter, now lying on the ground. “Ok. Ok. I remember a... a woman. A blond woman, we are…” I trail off trying to find the correct words. What are we? Who is she? “We are friends. And… And a little girl. That’s all!” I stutter out because that big Glock in his waistband is not friendly at all.

“Aaarg.” He grunts and pick me up again, pushes me to the wall once more, punches me twice and drags me out of the room, or should I say cell? After a few turns through corridors, we arrive in a room, or a lab, with very strange devices and a chair, in which he drops me and ties me, all the while smirking at me. He saw the very confused look in my face, he squats a bit so he can look me dead in the eye. “You are going to break, eventually, woman. I am going to break you. And, in the end, all you will remember is despair. Nothing, but despair.”

I probably lost my mind, or I don’t know, something in his voice made me mad. Made me burn with angry. I totally lost my mind, because I was tied in a crazy chair, in a creepy room, having my ass being beat out of me, but what did I had to lose? All I could feel was this flame in my chest, and boy, it burned. This man could have the upper hand, but I refuse to go down that easy. Next thing I knew, I was spiting blood is his face giving a very blooded grin. I was mad. “I wanna see you try, barf bag. I’m not breakable!”

Of course, his answer was another punch, and my nose did break this time. However, before he could do anything else, the man with a white coat spoke: “Sir, she’s very strong, her memories are very strong. She’s too attached to them. Is hard to erase everything without killing the subject”. Wow, now I became a subject, was this a research facility? Did I volunteer for something? No, not likely. If I had, why would they kick me, punch me and walk around with guns? I’m brought back from my reverie when the ‘doctor/scientist’ speaks again “We could use a different approach, though.” “Which is…” My ‘friend’ in black was losing his patience. I was getting under his skin; I just didn’t know if it was from today or previous encounters. “I think that, since erasing is not working just as it did with the Soldier, we could try to manipulate her memories. Put her through erasing process one more time, and then replay some specific memory, a very painful one a few rounds. It will take time, but I am sure it will be affective. The only memory she’ll have will be one that she’ll beg to forget.” My eyes went wide. I just don’t know what to think. What are these guys doing? And why are they doing it? “Well well, Doctor List, now I know why you are in the payment check.” He turns to face me. “Still think is funny, bitch? You’ll break as it seems.” I spat again, on his feet this time “I will come for you” Oh, I swear I’ll wipe his smug face with my bare hands. He smirked at me “You won’t remember who I am”. He looks at the doctor. “Go on, doc!”

Apparently, this was what the doctor was waiting for. He turned on a few devices and pressed some buttons in the computer whilst I saw and felt some sort of slab, better yet, a helmet closing around in my head. The doctor pressed my cheeks so I’d open my mouth and he could shove a plastic mouthguard inside it. I was about to spat it when he calmly said, “I think is better for you to keep it.”

Nothing, and I do mean nothing, could prepare me for the excruciating pain that I instantly felt when the machine sent electric shock waves to and through my brain, through me.

I must’ve screamed, because I saw the man in black smiling.

Pain. Why are they doing this? I can’t hurt anymore.

Pain.

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I was leaning on the kitchen counter facing the blond woman once again. However, this time I’m feeling a pang in my chest when I look at her eyes. ‘I need to go. This time I think will be longer’. She says and I sigh looking away ‘Then, what are you still doing here?’ It’s her turn to sigh ‘Please, you can’t make me choose between my heart and my responsibilities’. Oh, that line lights a flame inside my heart. ‘I am not. There is nothing to choose. Not now, anyway.’ She throws her hands in the air ‘Why… dammit. Why are you being this cold, this heartless?’ Pain and rage are doing this crazy mix inside me. She has the nerve… Why is she mad? She doesn’t have the right to. She is the one leaving. I grit my teeth ‘Me, I’m being heartless? How long do you think we could keep playing house, pretending… dreaming that I am important, that I’m good enough? You said yourself, you have your responsibilities and there’s nothing I can do. So, forgive me if I am being a bit too cold right now. I’m just trying to protect what’s left from my heart.’ Now, that was a deep cut. But I can’t withdraw my words, if she’s hurting so am I. Right now, she’s standing right next to the door. Hands on the doorknob, but it feels like she’s squeezing my heart. Maybe, because she is. We lock eyes, and all I can see is sadness in those brown pools. ‘It’s not easy for me either, you know’. She gives me a humorless smile. I had to close my eyes to brace myself for what’s coming next. The final strike, the final hit to shatter the remaining pieces. ‘Guess we are too good at goodbyes, by now’. All I can hear is the door closing and I refuse to open my eyes and face the empty house, the truth. Because opening my eyes is realizing, is to accept the reality. She’s gone. For good this time. She’s right. I am used to goodbyes, way too much for my liking. Pain. I feel some shock waves again in the back of my mind.

Pain.

I have a helmet in my hand and I’m walking towards a chopper. ‘Hey.’ I look up to see the beautiful blond waving and smiling at me. She’s wearing a green flight suit, climbing into some sort of fighter, but this one is different. I smile back ‘Have a nice flight, Cap’, before climbing on my chopper and taking-off. After a few minutes, the radio goes off with the blond’s voice ‘mayday, mayday’. All I can hear is some distress sound. I try to respond but there’s no reply. I look down to the TCAS’s screen and I see her fighter descending way too fast to be good. Tracing a path to where the fighter is headed, I turn the chopper and go as fast as possible. Not long till I see the fighter’s right wing on fire. ‘C’mon C’mon’ I said to myself. I contact the base and tell them to send a medical support to our coordinates, but I can barely hear the response as I watch the aircraft hit the ground in a clearing. My heart drops. When I spot two forms outside the plane, I release a breath that I didn’t know I was holding ‘Son of a bitch, if she isn’t the best pilot’ I laugh to myself. I was flying over the woods, almost reaching their location, relief was washing over me, but was short lived ‘cause I see some sparks near the crash and… ‘NOOOO!’ I shout when an explosion comes from the crash. My heart stops. Truly, stops. It can’t be. No, no, no, no. ‘She can’t be gone’. Then, all I see is white.

Pain.

A helmet in my hand and I’m walking towards a chopper (What? It can’t be). ‘Hey.’ I look up to see the beautiful blond waving and smiling at me. (oh, no. Not again) She’s wearing a green flight suit, climbing into some sort of fighter. ‘Have a nice flight, Cap’ (No, stop. I cannot see it again) I hear ‘mayday, mayday’ And some distress sound. I try to respond but there’s no reply. Not long till I see the fighter’s right wing on fire. I watch the aircraft hit the ground in a clearing. (What is going on?) I see two forms outside the plane. I was almost reaching their location when I spot some sparks near the crash and… (NO. NO, PLEASE. I CAN’T WATCH HER DIE AGAIN) ‘NOOOO!’ (NOO!) I shout when an explosion comes from the crash. ‘She can’t be gone’. And then, white.

This scene, this memory, is being looped in my brain over, and over, and over. I wasn’t counting how many times. I was hurting. My heart was being ripped from my chest over, and over, and over. I was being broken from the inside out.

Pain. And I see her die again, and again, and again.

Pain. And I do nothing, but to scream again, and again, and again.

Pain. And all was left is void.

Pain. And darkness, and despair.

#marvel fanfic series #cap marvel #carol danvers #original character

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nejiraez · 4 years

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rollercoaster | bakugou katsuki

anon said: IM IN LOVEE WITH YOUR WRITING UGH i got so excited when requests opened!! idk if you’ve already written something like this but can i request a first date with katsuki where he takes her to an amusement park? either headcannons or a scenario is fine :)

genre: fluff

word count: 1,438

"You should've at least eaten something before we got on the ride."

"Yeah, I probably should have."

The inviting scent of salted popcorn and sugar-coated sweets carries throughout the air. Its lingering trail attracts buyers to their stands to see what they had to offer, which was accompanied by the joyous chorus of screams of the passengers on nearby rollercoasters. No area within the park wasn't occupied by large masses of people hoping to get their fix of entertainment.

It seemed to be that everywhere you looked, something was bound to happen. There was no place of tranquillity to be found in the amusement park except on the outskirts.

Seated on a park bench away from the chaos, Bakugou was left to stare down at your hunched figure, watching you take careful sips from his water bottle now and then. His mind wanders back to the incident that took place before you two had wound up here.

"What happened back there?" Bakugou questions, referring to your slight fainting spell. Having you pass out mid-ride on the most mundane rollercoaster in the park was the least ideal situation for him to be in.

You shake your head and breathe out a curt sigh. Frustrated with yourself that you've managed to cut your fun short due to feeling lightheaded. "I don't know. I just got dizzy out of nowhere..." Your wrist is quick to catch the droplet of sweat that trickles down from your forehead. "Sorry 'bout that."

Bakugou grunts and flits his eyes away from you. He didn't mind it. You two managed to squeeze in a lot of rides, so he was content with the notion of tapping out for the day.

While you take the time to poise yourself, Bakugou steadies his gaze on the groups of friends and families that pass by the bench that you both occupied. They were busied away with their conversations. Their voices are fleeting yet still loud in volume adding to the boisterous commotion within the fair.

'Noisy.' He thought to himself, clicking his tongue in disdain.

Bakugou opts to shift his gaze elsewhere until his sights hone in on a couple who were tethered together by hand, laughing amongst themselves as they ambled their way through the park. Their blatant form of affection reminded Bakugou of the fact that you two were on a date.

The first one at that.

The utter thought of you two on a date together was enough to have his heart pumping back up with adrenaline again. The pressuring tempo of his heartbeat rang throughout his ears and wouldn't let down in its momentum. How he managed to snag a date with you was beyond his comprehension.

It was selfish reasoning, but he wanted you all to himself. He just wanted one day away from his classmates. It could be just you and him alone, and what Bakugou desires, he gets it. He got you alone, which was why he was starting to get in over his head about the whole situation and tricked himself into becoming nervous.

"You're dehydrated," he grumbles, rubbing any trace of his anxiousness away onto his bottoms. His palms were starting to do that thing again. Building up in moisture whenever he mulled over something for too long, shit was annoying for him to deal with, and they always came at the wrong time.

"Stupid quirk," he hissed, his tone was low-- muffled even --but it didn't fly under your radar since you were within earshot of his presence.

"You okay?" You join Bakugou on the bench and seat yourself beside him. Close enough that the two of you would be brushing knees with the slightest of movements. The contact of your skin grazing his was faint, but it spooked Bakugou nonetheless. "It must be hot, yeah?"

Hot? Definitely. The weather didn't agree with you both today because the one day he chose to take you out, happened to be the hottest day of the week. However, that wasn't the main motive as to why he was reacting this way.

"I'm fine," Bakugou takes the bottle out from your outstretched hand and skies it. He wasn't audacious enough to press his lips against the rim of where yours had once been. With every swig of water he takes, it assists in decreasing the intense sensation of heat that he has felt throughout the day. Hoping that along with it could also wash down and ease his nerves a little bit.

Screwing the lid back on shut and wiping at the corner of his lips from his peripheral vision, Bakugou was able to see you staring down at the bright green wristband on your wrist. A faint smile graced your lips while you fiddled with the flimsy material, and he swears his heart just skipped a beat.

His heart drops, so sweetly and there's a sinking feeling that he could feel in the pits of his stomach. The sensation was akin to what he had experienced on the ride prior. It was like he was on a rollercoaster all over again. But instead, you were the cause.

Although you had to be pulled off the rollercoaster ride due to your motion sickness, Bakugou hoped that you were able to enjoy your outing with him.

"Thank you for this Bakugou, I mean it," you say, expressing your genuine gratitude to your male counterpart. There's a muffled 'You're welcome' hidden somewhere in between the incoherent mass of grumbles he releases.

Something about the fact that you didn't tell him about your inability to withstand tall rides was something that brought him great interest. You falling ill could've been avoided if you approached Bakugou with the fact that amusement parks weren't the ideal date for you when he was choosing date spots.

But it seemed that your kindness overruled your common sense, which-- something that he wouldn't admit out loud to --Bakugou found to be quite endearing at times.

There's a brief silence that is shared between the both of you until you decide to break it and pipe up once more. Laughing, you kick your feet at the pebbles that reside near your shoes. "We should do this again, but perhaps in a different setting?"

Your abrupt statement takes Bakugou off guard for a second. He's quick to hide the startling look pooling in his scarlet eyes. He couldn't quite place his finger on the emotions that he was feeling, but it all came crashing down at once. You wanted to see him again.

A dangerous yet exciting sensation that flourished throughout his chest, and it was uncontainable. He wanted to stand to his feet and pump a fist in the air, shouting cries of celebration. But alas, Bakugou had to keep himself grounded, his mind levelled to keep himself in check.

Scoffing, Bakugou stands to his feet and brushes himself off. You wanted to see him again; he repeated in his head once more for good measure. Your request for another date without a doubt was enough to replenish his overflowing ego. "I should be the one asking you that, not the other way around."

Your eyebrows quirk up in amusement at competitive nature. Out of all the moments for his pride to butt its head into the picture, it just had to be now. You decide to let it slide, though, judging that it came from him a good place. "Does it matter?" You ask.

"Yes, the guy always does it."

There just was no getting through to Bakugou. You already were aware of the fact of his stubborn drive, and that it was difficult enough as is to talk him out of a topic. "Alright," you nod your head once at the male before you, "you ask me then."

Bakugou swallows down a snarky reply at your smug comment. You were having way too much fun with this. Bakugou wasn't keen on being told what to do. However, he technically did ask for it in this case.

Building up the determination just like he had done the first time he approached you, Bakugou's eyes dart away from the small crowd, and they land on you. He releases the insides of his cheeks from his teeth, and words follow soon in its wake.

"Would you," a cough interrupts his line of speech, and he brings a hand to his reddening neck to rub at it, "want to do this again?"

Your answer could very well determine if this would be the beginning of many dates that you'd get to share with Bakugou.

"I'd love to."

And you didn't mind that one bit.

tagging: @simplybakugou @kirishimaseijirou you two were my sprinting buddies earlier today and this is the final product of the dekusprint that i showed you two! hope y’all don’t mind the tag~

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha imagine #bnha scenario #bnha x reader

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despairingly-hopeful-imagines · 3 years

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hey! might be weirdly specific but could i get kazuichi and a reader he has a crush on in the killing game together, and one night the reader asks to spend the night in his cottage because she's feeling really anxious?

i knOW I SAID I WOULDN’T WRITE FOR KAZUICHI BUT LIKE. i saw this request in our inbox and my brain went haywire. kazuichi is now off of my hit list.... for now.

*rolls up sleeves* this is my first writing post on this blog, so i certainly hope you enjoy, my dear, and don’t be too worried about being specific! narrowing down prompts like that helps a lot!

spoilers for sdr2 up ahead uwu ‎‎

— mod sakura.

‎‎ When Kazuichi first laid eyes on you when you entered the classroom, he swore with all his heart that he has seen you before. It was a weird feeling of déjà vu that he couldn’t quite place his finger on no matter how hard he tried (and boy did he try), and it wasn’t until you approached him to politely ask him to stop staring at you that he realized he had been looking a little too long at you.

“S-Sorry,” he had stammered, face aflame as he scratched the back of his neck, but you had only chuckled, brushing it off.

“It’s okay. I always seem to have that effect on people.” You had replied earnestly with a swat of your hand.

Kazuichi had raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?”

The corners of your eyes crinkled when you smiled as you gave your reply. “For some odd reason, people seem to think I’m some sort of otherworldly alien, so they stare a lot. But I promise you that I’m perfectly ordinary.”

But Kazuichi didn’t seem to believe that you were as ordinary as you said you were (Ultimate students weren’t ordinary to begin with, and you fell under that umbrella), especially in the days that followed your introduction. You two would hang out and talk more, and every time Kazuichi looked into your eyes, he would be met with something familiar yet so obscure, which only added onto your oddness. You had stopped reprimanding him for staring for too long, as by now it felt relatively normal.

Then the first murder happened.

While you had not been too much of a fan of Byakuya’s attitude, you did appreciate the effort he put through to protect every one of you, even if it eventually led to his downfall. When the lights came back on and Byakuya was deemed missing, you immediately grew paranoid. It was just the day before when Monokuma appeared and decided that you all would be killing each other, and every minute that passed since then only caused your worry to grow and grow. Had somebody killed Byakuya?! You immediately thought the worst, and it was confirmed when Akane sniffed out blood coming from under one of the cabin’s tables. Hajime had lifted the tablecloth and... You nearly gagged. Byakuya’s body was laying there in a puddle of his own blood.

You refused to look in the body’s direction; You had never been good at handling death properly, and you felt lightheaded, your vision swaying somewhat. You placed your hand on the wall and took a deep breath.

“Th-This... It’s impossible...!” You heard Kazuichi say, panic obvious in his tone of voice. “Don’t mess with me! This must be some sort of mistake!”

You blinked slowly, inhaling and exhaling deeply once again.

Someone called your name and you tilted your head to the side. It was Sonia, and she was giving you a concerned look. She repeated your name again, followed by a, “Are you alright? Do you need to sit down?”

When she spoke, Kazuichi’s head immediately turned in your direction. “What?!” Disregarding the body for the moment, Kazuichi made his way towards you and placed a hand on your arm (albeit hesitantly. He didn’t want to make things worse for you.). He said your name in a frenzied fashion, “Are you okay?! You’re pale as hell!” You looked him right in eyes, lips parting, and then your legs gave out beneath you. Kazuichi was quick to catch you before you hit the ground and, while this wasn’t exactly the right time for it, blushed fervently at your close proximity. His heart was beating so fast, and he panicked at what he should be doing.

His head raised and he looked around. Isn’t Mikan the Ultimate Nurse? He thought to himself as he eyed his classmate. “M-Mikan!” He shouted, catching the female’s attention. “Can you come over here?”

Mikan nervously made her way over, hands fidgeting. “Y-Yes...?”

It was like she didn’t even see you just lying there in his arms! He mentioned your name and looked down at you, adjusting his position. “You’re the Ultimate Nurse, right? Help her, please! She just dropped!” He moved your body so that Mikan could examine you. The mechanic’s arms shook as she placed the back of her hand against your forehead, and after a few moments, she pulled away.

“U-Um, there’s nothing to be worried about...! She’s... She’s just f-fainted, most likely from seeing B-Byakuya’s body...” The girl glanced at Kazuichi’s face and quickly added, “It’s n-nothing serious I swear! I’m s-sorry for not doing enough...!”

“H-Hey, hey! There’s no reason to be like that.” Kazuichi huffed, but he was relieved to see that you were alright. There was no telling when you’d wake up, so for now, he would wait.

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎

You had been forcibly woken up before the trial by Monokuma, but the trial itself was a blur for you. You really didn’t know much about the entire situation— aside from the fact that... That someone had... died... —, unlike Hajime, so you couldn’t really contribute, which was fine with you. The fact that you fainted ruled out any possibility of you committing the murder, because if you could barely handle viewing the body, then how could you have done it in the first place?

You felt uneasy throughout the entirety of the trial. Your podium area was situated to Akane’s left, and you gripped the wood of the stand so hard that your knuckles turned white. You caught Kazuichi sending you several concerned glances from across the circle, but they were ignored. Nagito’s spiel about hope and whatnot did nothing to calm your nerves, and after Teruteru was executed, you left Monokuma Rock feeling jittery and lightheaded.

Kazuichi was right beside you the entire elevator ride up, and he was here with you now even though everybody was already heading back to their respective cabins. He was comforting; You had never thought that you would be able to warm up to a stranger so easily, but you had, and you didn’t regret it in the slightest. He was just what you needed in this time of despair.

“Let’s head back.” You said once you were fully collected. Kazuichi still looked worried, though.

“A-Are you sure you’re alright?” He questioned before quickly continuing. “Can you walk alright? Do you need me to carry you?” His hands were shaking, but you didn’t know if it was because of leftover nerves from what had just transpired or from excitement towards the prospect of carrying you.

“I think I’ll be okay.” Physically, but not emotionally or mentally, that’s for sure. You patted the pink-haired boy on the shoulder and smiled at him, which in turn caused his face to erupt into rosy hues. “But thank you for offering.”

“Of course! Anything... Anything for you.”

You’re smile softened a little, and you only nodded, not quite knowing how to respond to a statement like that. You started moving forward and gestured for the lanky male to follow you.

However, each and every step towards the miniature resort only increased the feelings of dread that were harboring in your stomach. A murder had happened nearly a day after Monokuma appeared, so how would you know when the next one was going to happen? You didn’t think Teruteru would kill anyone, nor did you even consider the possibility of Nagito committing a murder (But now that seemed entirely possible, given his psychotic awakening that occurred not too long ago), but the trial you just returned from only proved you wrong. It didn’t matter how nice or how cruel someone was because they still were capable of ending another’s life.

You glanced at Kazuichi out of the corner of your eye as the two of you crossed the bridge that connected the two islands together. What if... You thought nervously. What if Kazuichi’s planning to kill me? Your hands shook at your sides. No, he couldn’t possibly be planning to murder you. You two had become friends before the Killing Game ensued, and Kazuichi was always upfront and honest with you, so you figured that he was bad at lying. If he was going to kill you then it would’ve been obvious from the start. You exhaled slowly. You were certain that you could trust Kazuichi.

But you didn’t know if you could trust anyone else.

You and the mechanic soon approached the wooden platforms where the cottages were, and when you realized that this would be where you two part ways for the night, you began to panic.

“Well, good night!” Kazuichi said to you, but before he could completely turn away, you grabbed his arm. He looked back at you, perplexed. “Do you need anythin’ else?”

“Can I...” Your mouth seemed to be moving faster than your brain. “Can I stay with you in your cottage for tonight?”

“W-What?!” Now he was panicking, but for a reason that was much different than yours.

“I’m scared.” You explained quickly, impulsively. “I don’t want to die.”

Kazuichi’s heart was beating a million miles per minute. If the others found out he spent the night alone with a girl, they’d surely freak out and call him a pervert, but you looked so desperate right there in front of him. He wasn’t a knight in shining armor, but he could certainly try to be one for you in this very moment.

Shoulders still tense from nerves, Kazuichi exhaled. “O-Of course! You can stay with me for as long as you’d like!”

“Thank you.” And you were truly grateful.

Kazuichi began to lead you over to where his cottage was, but all you could think about was how warm you felt in that very moment. Maybe...

Maybe this is what safety feels like.

#mod sakura #danganronpa #kazuichi soda #kazuichi #kazuichi x reader #danganronpa x reader #sdr2 #sdr2 kazuichi #super danganronpa 2 #goodbye despair #danganronpa goodbye despair #x reader #fluff #;)

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thrillridesz · 4 years

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our song ▫ changmin

➳ pairing: idol!changmin x producer!reader ➳ genre: fluff ➳ word count: 2.1k ➳ requested?: yes

a/n: tbh i wasn’t too sure how to go about this request so i kind of just tried to think of some sort of plot to go with it and hopefully this isn’t trash ><

“Hey, we’re here. Wake up.”

Elbowing the sleeping figure next to him, Younghoon rolled his eyes as the latter shifted in his seat. As the others began to remove their seatbelts and disembark from the vehicle, Changmin rubbed his eyes lazily and barely even noticed how messy the other members were softly holding back their laughs at his atrocious ‘bed’ hair. Bleary-eyed and still relatively half asleep, he peered out the car window to see that the car had stopped outside an unassuming office building.

“Oh? We’re here already?”

“Obviously. Let’s go, sleepyhead,” Haknyeon chuckled, pulling him at his wrist as everyone started to make their way in the building.

Grunting, Changmin practically had to peel himself away from the comfort of his seat and as he plodded heavily behind the other members into the building, he felt like a complete zombie. He was lightheaded from fatigue, his dark circles were darker than ever and his voice was raw from the previous night’s stage. All in all, he was in no mood to participate in any recordings of any sort today. Yet, here he was in the recording studio, feeling like he would rather be anywhere but right there at that exact moment.

Lounging on the couch in the waiting room as the other members chattered amongst themselves, Changmin watched as Younghoon disappeared into the recording room. He could briefly hear faint voices engaged in conversation from behind the door, no doubt exchanging pleasantries before the recording. Resting his head on the wall behind him, Changmin tried to ease himself back into slumberland. This was going to be a long day. Recordings usually take days and having heard the general tune of the new track, this one was definitely no exception. If anything, it might need a longer time to nail.

As he sat, Sangyeon and Chanhee were at a corner; trying to harmonise for the nth time and the frustration was becoming apparent on their face with each passing second. Thank goodness he had already practiced the night before. While the others had been busy catching up on their much needed rest, Changmin had been up singing. He had the tune on loop and at one point, he could have swore he almost sang his voice raw. He never liked going into practice or recording clueless or unprepared.

In a way, it could be both a blessing and a curse. The producers never did take very long with him but it also meant that his own perseverance costed him his rest. Closing his eyes, he mentally recited the lyrics again in his mind, rapping his fingers on the table to create a beat.

“Just gotta follow the beat,” he muttered softly to himself. He barely even noticed it but it wasn’t long before he slipped back into a nap.

A particularly loud shriek pierced through the quiet afternoon and in the tiny waiting room, it sounded even worse. Awaking with a start, he looked around wide eyed at the source of the sound.

“Chanhee, do you plan to scare us to death?” Juyeon asked, picking up his phone from the floor.

“Sorry, you guys.” The culprit apologised, a reddish tint appearing on his cheeks.

Changmin rubbed his face with his palms before gazing up at the clock and did a double take. It’s been a whole hour?

“Who’s in there?”

“Younghoon.” Eric replied matter-of-factly.

“Still?”

“Yeah, not sure why either.” The boy shrugged before turning back to his phone.

Just as he said that, the door creaked open and out stepped Younghoon.

“Really sorry for how long that took! Thank you!”

There was a sheepish expression on his face as he trudged towards the rest and as soon as the door closed behind him, he plopped himself down on the couch with a sigh, causing it to dip down with his weight.

“You guys...”

“What is it?”

“Would you guys believe me if I say the producer is probably the most beautiful person I’ve ever met?”

There were several hoots that followed as someone threw pillow at his face which he blocked, a chuckle escaping from his lips.

“I’m serious!”

“You better be,” Sunwoo retorted, a cheeky grin on his face.

Changmin observed the banter between the other boys with a slight smile. Sometimes, he wondered how he got so lucky to be able to become band mates with these people. Sure, they may be crackheads but they were the best kind of crackheads he could hang out with.

“Ji Changmin?” A soft voice called from the room.

As he stood up, Hyunjae said in a teasing tone, “Help us check if the producer’s really as pretty as Younghoon said.”

“You guys are such weirdos.” Changmin laughed, rolling his eyes.

Stepping into the room, he felt that same sense of awe he had right from the very first time he had entered a recording studio. The sight of the professional mics and sound panel in the room never failed to install a certain of excitement in him. It brought a surreal feeling which he thoroughly enjoyed and immediately, every shred of fatigue in him evaporated.

“Hello! I’m Changmin. I’m really excited to be-”

When he looked up, he suddenly felt his words get caught at the back of his throat. His heart began to beat rapidly and he was almost positive that everyone else could hear it. His outstretched hand was frozen in place all of a sudden and he could feel a shiver run down his spine when you clasped your hands in his to give him a handshake.

“I’m y/n, the producer. Whenever you’re ready, just head into the recording room and we’ll get started.” You shot him a warm smile and he had to hold onto the table to prevent his legs from giving way.

Younghoon really wasn’t lying. You were a complete stunner. Everything about you is exactly his type and he didn’t even know he had a type to begin with.

“Are you ok? You seem a little pale.”

It took Changmin a moment to regain his composure and realise that he had been spacing out. Wishing that he hadn’t been staring, he shook his head quickly and stepped into the recording room. It was like he couldn’t take his eyes off you. The way you swept your hair up into a neat, little ponytail was just about the most elegant thing he had seen. The way your fingers twirled the pen in your hand was suddenly extremely cool to him even though he had seen other people do it loads of time.

“Whenever you’re ready, try singing out verse 3.” You said from the other side of the glass panel, flashing him a thumbs up cue.

Changmin stared at the lyric and music sheets in front of him as he placed the earphones over his ears. The words were starting to look foreign to him and he realised with a start that it was due to his nerves. His heart was still beating as furiously as ever and it was making him disoriented.

He is acting like a teenage boy with a tremendous crush! He really thought he was above all of this but apparently not.

Lifting his gaze up to you, his breath hitched when the two of you made eye contact. He could really get lost in those eyes of yours if he wasn’t more careful. As Changmin began to belt out his part of the song, he realised to his horror that he was going completely off key.

No, no, no. This isn't supposed to happen. He’s supposed to have had it in the bag. He stayed up all night for this for pete’s sake and now it is all out the window just like that. What made it even worse was when he dared to peek up at you and he felt his heart fall with a messy splat at the confused and puzzled expression on your face. The heat was quickly spreading from his neck and up to his cheeks and before long, they were burning.

“Um... I think we should try that again? This time, maybe lower your pitch a little and maybe drag out the last part more.” You said encouragingly but all Changmin could think of was how much he wanted to bury a hole for himself to fall into.

“Are you nervous?”

He whipped his head up to see you standing in front of him with a concerned look, separated by the glass.

“I... I...”

“Take a deep breath,” you said softly, your voice soothing and comforting.

Changmin isn’t usually one to believe in taking deep breaths to sooth his nerves but this time, he did as he was told. As he inhaled, he tried his best to calm his own nerves with his fists clenched at his sides and eyes closed. Exhaling, he opened his eyes to see you looking at him with a smile and immediately, he felt his heart jump.

“Feeling better? Less nervous? You don’t have to be. I get that this track is a little harder to sing so don’t be afraid of making mistakes!”

How can I not be nervous when you’re here?

“Yeah, I guess I am.” A weak smile tugged at his lips.

“Awesome. Let’s get to it.” You chirped and began to reset the sound systems to start the recording again.

As he waited, Changmin couldn’t help but let his eyes follow your every move. What is it about you that has him so smitten? The more he looked at you weirdly, the more he began to feel slightly less jittery. It was as if being with you felt comfortable. He may be anxious but fundamentally, he felt safe around you. It was unlike any of his previous recording sessions whereby the producer would usually stare him down with hardened gaze, always so ready to point out his flaws and criticise him instead of simply telling him. There was an odd sense of calm that suddenly overwhelmed him and when you gave him the cue to sing, he sang.

This time, his voice didn’t waver at all, keeping its steadiness throughout. The words rang clear and crisp in the tiny room and flowed gently to the tune, each pitch brought to perfection just like how he had practiced and perfected. As he sang, he held your gaze and for a moment, it felt like there could have been a karmic connection between the two of you. It was like the two of you were exchanging something passionate just through your stares and it not only emboldend Changmin but it also sent a tingly sensation through his body.

When he finished his verse, you had to look away quickly because of just how intense everything had felt. The way he had looked at you felt so intimate and affectionate that you didn’t know what to do. Sure, you’ve always liked him and he always was one of your favourite members from The Boyz and you may or may not have freaked when you found out you were to work with them but this was different. It felt like the two of you had something for a moment.

“T-That’s great. I think we’ve got it.” You stuttered.

His eyes widened as he asked, “Really?”

“Yes.” You said hastily before adding, “You were amazing but now I think it’s Jacob’s turn.”

Changmin could only smile at your words but internally, he felt a small tinge of paranoia in him. Were you saying that because you didn't want to be around him anymore? Did you think he was weird?

“I don’t think you’re weird at all,” you said in a surprised voice.

Crap. He must have been thinking out loud without even realising it!

“Ah, that’s... that’s good I guess.”

“You were exceptional. Don’t ever think otherwise.” You replied softly, looking away as if you were too shy to look into his eyes.

It took Changmin a moment to register what you had said and when he did, a grin brighter than the sun began to spread across his face.

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

There was a brief silence between the two of you and never in his life had he ever felt a tension so thick in the air. It wasn’t an uncomfortable sort of tension but rather one that made him feel all soft and jelly inside.

You cleared your throat and said, “I’m going to call for Jacob?”

As you reached for the door, Changmin blurted out, “ Can we hang out after this?”

Once the words were out of his mouth, he felt in his heart that those were the very same words he had wanted to say, the very question that had been at the back of his mind the moment he laid eyes on you.

Your heart felt like it was soaring as you turned to him, your cheeks beginning to burn as a small spark of happiness bloomed rapidly in your chest.

“Hang out?”

“Yes,” he smiled and those dimples could have been the death of you if you were a little more flustered. “Hang out together. I’d love to get to know you better, y/n.”

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peaches-writes · 4 years

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syncopated

description: the 6 instances you and chan almost dated and the 1 drinking party when you asked him about them member: bang chan genre: angst (?), fluff, college au, almost lovers au word count: 5.5.k warnings: explicit language, drinking

italicized text - present day

Y/B - your birthday

prologue

Minho clears the messy table in one swift motion—by that meaning he haphazardly pushes the half-empty bottles of soju and snack wrappers with one arm to pile on one side in order to make way for the mysterious object he hides behind his back. “Okay, let’s see if this is any good.” He mutters under his breath, thinking about how much he spent on the lie detector toy he places at the very center of the table. “Rock, paper, scissors on who starts the game?”

Though most on the table are already floating between being dead drunk and half-asleep, everyone eventually manages to put out a hand for the game, even Changbin whom you swear has been asleep for the past rounds of the mafia game. “Oh, also, penalty shot if the toy buzzes you!” Jisung slurs with a giggle as if it’s been the brightest thing he’s said throughout their entire party. “Rock, paper, scissors!”

In some five or six rounds (you lose count because of the amount of unrelated small talk in between), it then comes down to you and Chan.

“Do we move to the left or to the right of the first player?” Seungmin asks but no one answers.

Instead, Minho shrugs. “It’s whatever, we’ll decide later.”

Looking to your left across the table, Chan is surprisingly looking more sober than your seven other drinking buddies for tonight. He nurses a shot glass in one hand and his phone in the other, camera open in case Changbin does something stupid again since he’s suddenly woken up. "We could just do a coin toss.”

“Nah, let’s just do a round of rock, paper, scissors. I don’t have coins with me, anyway.” You hold out your hand and he mimics your actions. “Rock, paper, scissors!”

You pull paper and he pulls rock.

“Ah, yes. perfect!” Hyunjin clasps his hands together and suddenly everyone seated on the table is awake, eyes directed to Chan whose right hand immediately gets strapped to the lie detector toy by an equally excited Minho. “Minho, should you ask him or should I?”

Before Minho could open his mouth to speak, however, a now very-much-awake Jisung beats him to it. “I’ll do it!” Seated next to you, he stands up and reaches to the lie detector, finger hovering above the button. “Bang Chan, did you or did you not have a serious crush on Y/N at one point?”

“Jisung, what the fuck?” You pull him back to his seat by the back of his shirt but he’s significantly faster, pressing the button on the lie detector toy before you could say more, a smug smile on his face. “Chan, you don’t have to answer, it’s cool.”

But everyone ignores you (even the man in question), looking on curiously and more awake now than ever. Briefly catching Chan’s eye, you see him contemplating with pursed lips and eyes trained down to the flashing lights of the toy, making it feel as if its ominous music is dragging on longer than usual.

“Well?” Seungmin urges on when the song seems to be coming to an end, uncharacteristically impatient when drunk.

“No?” And as if on cue, a buzz sound cuts the music as Chan’s hand is briefly electrified, his first instinct being to bring his hand closer to his chest with a wince. “Ow, shit!”

A beat of silence. No one says a word—you can barely read the expressions everyone else wears on their faces as Chan proceeds to take his hand off of the lie detector toy.

“Oh shit, indeed.” Felix pours a shot glass of soju for Chan, sliding it to him from the other end of the table, before pouring one for himself. “I’m drinking to that.”

“Called it.” Jisung loudly whispers to Changbin who doesn’t even seemed fazed about what had just transpired—unlike you as you suddenly feel lightheaded with this new information. “Ya, Yang Jeongin, pay up!”

“What? I’m not paying up!”

Amidst the chaos that follows and the awkward energy that seems to bounce off between you and Chan, across from you, Minho suddenly thinks of what he considers his best drunken idea yet. “Hey, since Y/N’s here, how about a chance—trade the penalty shot for a question.” He suggests to Chan, effectively silencing the table once again. “If you answer the question, the penalty shot passes on to the next person.”

Looking at Chan, he squints his eyes, deep in thought. “I mean...”

“What can you say about Chan’s answer, Y/N?” Hyunjin dramatically holds a soju bottle to your direction like a gossip reporter. Everyone immediately turns from Chan to you.

“I—Well—“ You stutter out, finally catching Chan’s gaze again. “Is it true?”

“I only had happy crushes on you before, we already talked about that.” He awkwardly laughs, a hand to the nape of his neck in embarrassment as he turns to Minho. “Okay, I answered their question, can we move on to the next person?”

A chorus of ‘what?’s and ‘no!’s erupt around the table in reply, you can even see Minho shaking his head in disapproval and tsking at Chan.

“Well, he did answer my question.” You try to come to Chan’s defense and he sends you a grateful smile you almost missed. “And we’ve talked about this before.”

Well, sort of, if being dead drunk and admitting to having a happy crush on each other at another party a long time ago counts.

But Hyunjin is quick to complain. “Come on, Y/N, that can’t be your question!” Hyunjin exclaims dramatically.

Even Jeongin nods in agreement and you’re quick to glare at him at the feeling of betrayal. “Yeah, especially not after a juicy question!” He quips as well, adding salt to the wound. “We want an explanation!”

“Jeongin! I protected you during the mafia game!” “Y/N, my money’s also on the line here!”

"Y/N, you should ask when exactly Chan had a crush on you.” Jisung suggests before raising his voice to your pitch in a bad imitation of you, “’Chan, when exactly did you have a crush on me?’”

“Hey!” You call him out. “I don’t sound like that!”

“Oh, look, Y/N just asked a great question!” Changbin follows after, ignoring your complaints that follow. “Care to answer, Chan?”

You wanted to say more, maybe even slap Changbin on the back for making Chan uncomfortable, but Chan waves his electrified hand dismissively to you and Changbin. “No, it’s okay, I can answer—if it’s okay with you, of course.”

“N—” You shake your head no but Jisung is quick again to cover your mouth and interjecting (still in a bad imitation of you), “‘Sure, Chan!’”

You swat Jisung’s hand away after, sending said boy in a fit of drunken giggles. “Chan —”

Without missing a beat, Chan begins with “Firstly during the freshman orientation.” that immediately silences you and the entire table.

Though being an even worse drunk at the other party, that definitely wasn’t what you talked about last time.

“Firstly? So there’s a second? Ooh, I wanna know!” Hyunjin exclaims.

Unbeknownst to you, Chan is feeling braver tonight than the last party. He initiates eye contact this time, silently asking if he can continue. Finally giving in out of intrigue, you nod in agreement.

one - freshman orientation (4 yrs ago)

You sat next to Chan to his left on this day, wearing a striped black and white shirt and cuffed jeans that he didn’t know was a go-to until much later, after the MC, Jae, mixed the arrangement of the people in your circle. The game instruction was simple: to provide information on the person either to your left or right when the microphone is pointed at you. As the game progresses, the questions become more random and specific and people get eliminated if their guesses aren’t witty or close enough.

“Guys, are we ready?” Jae asks through his microphone, to which everyone replies with a chorus of ‘yeah’s and ‘yes’s as energetically as possible. “Alright, I’ll give you 2 minutes to talk to your seatmates! Go!”

You turned to the person on your left and so Chan turns to his right. You didn’t really have to, he finds out after the game, since you were already familiar with Mina whom you met on the much earlier university open house, and so you spent the remaining 1 minute and 40 seconds trying to memorize basic information about Chan after.

“So, Bang Chan or Chan, music prod major, birthday October 3, and you make music on Soundcloud with your friends.” Chan nods along happily to you summarizing what he just told you. “3racha, right?”

He nods one last time before pointing at you, “And for you, Y/N Y/L/N, broadcast major, birthday on Y/B, and we have Minho as a mutual friend.

“I think we’re ready.” You raise your hand for a high-five and he immediately receives it enthusiastically. “Later, when the questions get funnier, just nod along, okay?”

At that, Chan laughs amusedly. “Sure, okay.”

And then, the game starts.

“You really liked me then?” You ask in bewilderment, half your face distorted behind a glass of mule Seungmin poured for you as Minho, Hyunjin, and Jisung pressure Chan for more specific details.

“Of course, I did! Why are you judging me?”

“I thought you were trying to be cheeky then!”

After a few rounds, the questions are now completely random without any time to ask your seatmates. Chan gets picked first by the MC.

“Left, right, left, right, left, right, Chan, what are the last 2 digits of Y/N’s phone number?” The microphone is pointed then pointed to a startled Chan.

You better give a witty answer, you think as if sending a telepathic message to him. Cruelly, Jae’s also twisted the game so that if he didn’t accept the answers, the person whom the question is about would also get eliminated.

And as if reading your mind, he doesn’t miss a beat in answering, “I’ll think about letting you know when I do get them—and the rest—later.”

Your entire circle erupts in cheers and whistles, even you laugh at his wit. When Chan glances over to you, you make sure to slap his arm. “Yah!”

“That was witty, though, wasn’t it?”

“You’re so confident about getting my number, huh?”

“Ah, well, can I?”

At the center of your circle, Jae asks (and thus interrupting you), “Will we accept that guys?” To which he’s immediately met with agreement. “Okay, fine, fine, we’ll take it!”

Turning to Chan when the game proceeds again, you conclude, “I’ll think about that later too.”

The two of you forgot to exchange phone numbers that day but you did get each other’s Facebook through Minho afterward. Chan only got your number during your first semester break.

“Ey, we already know this one! What’s the second one?” Changbin waves Chan’s story dismissively.

By now, the truth or shot game that instigated this mess is almost forgotten despite being at the center of the table. Everyone listens intently to Chan as he recalls what he still considers to this day his best line.

“You act as if you’re the one being questioned.” You frown in disapproval.

“Yeah ‘cause unlike Jae we’re not taking this pick-up line!” Minho counters, if you consider such drunken slur as a comeback. “What about The Gig thing?”

You shrug, “What gig thing?” while Chan only looks at Minho to continue.

two - ‘the gig thing’ (10 months ago)

This was a time when everybody was undeniably stressed and burned out from academics, which should have been a given to you by then in your last stretch of 3rd year. Despite your teachers’ (poor) attempts at scheduling major projects, a handful of your most important deadlines were still due after the weekend which would mark 2 weeks before your finals. For this reason, you and Chan were on videocall the entire Friday night and Saturday early morning of said weekend, responsibly making sure to start what you can on your projects to feel less guilty about booking your entire weekend for leisurely activities.

Plus, Chan barely saw you outside of his classes for the whole semester since, after classes, he’s forced to work on his practical projects in his shared dorm with 3racha. The study buddy through videocall was also (secretly) an excuse to see you on his part.

He missed you terribly then.

The call was mostly quiet of conversation in the beginning, the only significant noise being the sound of the two of you typing on your respective laptops, the faint music of Chan’s practical project, and your mouse occasionally clicking on random Twitter posts whenever you start feeling drowsy. It was some time after midnight, when Chan was speeding through an idea for the chorus of his song, that you came across an interesting Twitter post.

“I sent you something on Messenger.” You hold your earphones’ mic closer to your lips, gaining Chan’s attention after a 2-second delay on his part. “It’s right across the new bookstore.”

The boy in question pauses his music, opening his laptop’s Messenger to see what you’ve sent. It was a poster for a prom-themed gig at a bar and grill right outside campus on Sunday night. Like you, what immediately caught his attention was the option to actually wear prom attire.

“Oh, this is cute.” He comments, more to himself than to you, after a while before looking up at you, a relatively large icon on the corner of his laptop despite the amount of files open on his home screen. “Do you want to go?”

You nod with a hum. “It sounds really fun!”

“You mean the optional dress code sounds really fun?” Chan snickers, knowing how much you feel the least stressed when you dress up.

“Well, it’s not just that! The line-up looks promising too! And think about it, we could’ve met on your high school prom if Minho and I weren’t feeling too lazy to go. This could be like fulfilling a parallel universe possibility!”

Chan simply chuckles, ringing your ears with his tired laughter. You can’t help but laugh as well, finding your words a bit silly—but a 2 AM-appropriate type of silly. He never judges your humor.

“Okay, we should go. Day6 and N.Flying are performing.” He concludes, making you squeal in satisfaction that momentarily startles him. Any excuse to see them before finals, he thinks to himself. “I don’t have a proper suit, though.”

“Not like I have flashy attire in my dorm, either.” You roll your eyes with a laugh. “Just pick out something nice—for buying books and dancing! If people do show up dressing too well, we can just say our prom’s theme was vintage.”

The two of you laugh even harder.

“Hey, how come, I didn’t know any of this?” Seungmin complains at the mention of his favorite alumni band.

“Did you want to 3rd wheel on dumb and dumber over here?” Minho points to you and Chan. “Anyway, point is, Jisung and I caught these 2 red-handed!”

“Red-handed of what? Listening to music?”

On one end of the table, Felix giggles. “If Minho and Jisung caught dumb and dumber, then doesn’t that make 3rd wheel and 4th wheel? Like a car?”

“Slow dancing!” Hyunjin dramatically gasps at this new information from an equally dramatic exclaim coming from Minho.

You had no idea why Minho and Jisung came to know of this particular gig since it’s a fairly small event (not even your resident social butterfly Hyunjin knew about it), arriving 2 acts before Day6 came on stage. When they arrived (and dressed to the nines for people you haven’t seen outside a studio for the entire semester, as well), you and Chan were dancing to a cover of ‘I Love You So’ by the Walters in a crowd of mostly friend groups enjoying the music and reliving actual prom memories, making the snooping pair easily identify you.

It wasn’t like seeing you and Chan dance closely, one of his hands on your waist while the other is picking a thumb wrestling fight with one of your own, was something different for your friend group, they were all used to it to the point of frequently confusing the 2 of you for a couple before, but Minho and Jisung had knowing smiles on their faces when they approached the 2 of you, copying your position even when the song that follows is livelier.

“Oh, look at that, a cute couple!” Minho pretends to see you for the first time while twirling Jisung. “Chan, Y/N, we didn’t know you’d be here!”

“We didn’t know you’d be here either.” You comment, unsure if you were mortified of being caught slow dancing with Chan just now or of the fact that it was Minho and Jisung, the 2 people who knew your past happy crush phase on Chan, of all people.

“I actually texted Minho.” Chan adds sheepishly as he recounts your ‘prom’.

“What?” “I just asked him what to wear then I...sort of let it slip what I was dressing up for.”

“What about Jisung?” “Oh, don’t worry Y/N, Minho invited me to snoop around.”

"Alright, continue slow dancing like an old couple then, we just came over to say hi.” Jisung then tugs Minho closer to the crowd forming right below the stage. “C’mon, Minho, they’re offering discounted drinks for couples with good outfits!”

“Okay, have fun you two, and leave 6 inches in between for Jesus!” You hear Minho yell at you as he’s being pulled away, making you laugh.

“What the fuck was that?” You roll your eyes when the pair have disappeared to the nearby bar.

At this, Chan notices the next act setting up on stage, “Oh, hey, N.Flying’s on. Do you want to get closer to the stage?”

You follow his line of vision, seeing your favorite band greeting everyone on stage. “Oh shit, you’re right, let’s go!”

Chan followed you around the dance floor throughout most of the night, even with Minho and Jisung coming over to dance and tease you every now and then.

“Are you guys satisfied yet?” Chan asks, downing what remains of his soju. “Are we still even playing truth or shot?”

“I was there so I can provide expert testimony.” Jisung hiccups on his drink. “And I think you were just hung up on what happened at the Christmas party.”

“And what are you suggesting, Sung?” You challenge him, swiping away his drink before he completely passes out.

“That Chan had the most intense crush on you throughout Christmas break because of what you did at the party!”

“Ugh, not that!”

three - radio club christmas party (1 yr ago)

Last year, the exchange gift method on your radio club’s Christmas party was patterned to cheesy high school promposals. The dramatic the gesture, the better. It was Jisung’s idea and your alumnae moderator, Younghyun, was more than happy to back him up because it was right up his type of humor.

On the day of the Christmas party itself at the radio station’s lobby, all members huddled over a table of food and gifts, wearing questionable attires and hiding equally questionable props in their school bags.

“Ah, I’m so embarrassed! Y/N, quick, it’s your turn!” Mina exclaims, running to you as you giggle, clutching her gift to you in your arms. At this point in the party, Jisung had just danced to all girl groups imaginable for Ryujin until she accepted his Christmas present, Ryujin had everyone (led by Mina whom she picked) on a treasure hunt around the school oval, and Mina had prepared the cheesiest tribute video imaginable documenting your friendship for the past 3 years before handing you your present.

“Don’t worry, I loved it.” You chuckle, hugging her with your free hand while she covers her face with your other arm. Eventually, she lets you when you gesture that you need to stand up.

You take out the signs you’ve been secretly making for the past week along with the present you’ve prepared for Chan before proceeding to your makeshift stage of the words “MERRY CHRISTMAS” in glittery buntings, a small Christmas tree decorated with any figurines but actual Christmas-related ones, and an oddly detailed portrait of Santa Clause. “I didn’t have the remaining braincells to think of something witty.” You chuckle, to which everyone follows along. “Which is especially disappointing since the person I’ve picked was being very witty when we met.”

“But I know this person cried over Love, Actually, on last year’s Christmas party so I’m taking advantage of that.” Everyone but Chan laughs at this, already knowing that it’s him you’re referring to.

So you turn to him, a mix of surprise, amusement, and secondhand embarrassment evident on his face, as you flip the signs you hold in time with your following words, “Christmas, love, gifts, festivities, and carols.” You cringe internally at your next words, hands visibly shaking as you flip to the last pair of signs, the one you just made (and decorated excessively) last night. “These are really pretty words but the prettiest word would be your yes when you agree to receive my gift as your Secret Santa this year.”

Everyone bursts laughing, even you as you approach the now flustered Chan with your gift. He takes a moment to take his gift, too busy covering his reddened face as everyone else tries catching their breath, which allows you time to fan your own flushed face and calm your rapid heartbeat.

“You have to say yes Chan!” Changbin scolds the older boy when he finally takes the gift from your hands.

“No, it’s okay.” You wave your hand dismissively in front of the two before sitting down.

“This is promposal-themed and you asked a yes so we need to hear a yes!” Jisung, ever the instigator of all of your troubles.

“Chan, do you accept?” Mina asks in between laughs.

“Y-Yes.” Chan manages to stutter out before breaking into more excited laughs.

“Ah, I think I do have to pay up.” Jeongin comments, feigning sadness. You glare at him. But then, he suddenly turns hopeful, “But then, Seungmin has to pay up too!”

“What now this time?” You send daggers across the table to Seungmin who sips his soju with wide eyes. “Has everyone been betting on us this entire time?”

“Just a couple...” Seungmin continues to sip on his soju slowly like he’s drinking tea. “Whether any one of you two has as ever had a serious crush on the other.”

“Seungmin has to pay up because he thinks that you never had a serious crush on Chan because I know for a fact, as your neighbor, that you had a serious crush on Chan during that Christmas and before that.”

“What?!” The entire table is quick to exclaim, even Chan who almost spat his drink on Minho.

“Yah Yang Jeongin!” You hiss in an attempt to reach across the table before Changbin and Jisung managed to hold you down on your seat.

“Tell us more, Jeongin.” Hyunjin now has his soju bottle pointed at the youngest.

four - second year semester break (2 yrs ago)

Chan offered to help you prepare for an internship and treat you with coffee on the first day of your semester break, mostly on Changbin’s insistence since the older boy’s been cooped up in their dorms for the past month despite his deadlines being close to Christmas break. You were supposed to go home for the 2-week break, actually, but Jeongin tipped you off on a flyer he saw on his department building the other day for an internship that suited you better, the deadline of submissions being on the last day of the break.

Plus, Changbin and Jisung needed someone to watch over Chan and make sure he’s not staying inside all the time.

And so, the two of you sat outside the Starbuck’s inside campus, papers and laptops carefully laid around your coffee cups on the round table. You give Chan a book to occupy himself with in place of his laptop he usually looks at 24 hours a day while you worked on your internship application.

After a while, however, Chan decides on putting down the book to watch you fill out your form and research on the place you were applying for.

“What?” You look up at him from your laptop. His coffee cup has been empty for a while and the book you lent him, an old copy of Pride and Prejudice, sits next to it with a bookmark halfway through. “Bored already?”

“Do you need help?” He asks. “It’s not that Pride and Prejudice is boring, no offense, it’s just that I feel so...so idle.”

“You sit for hours in one spot when you make music too, what gives?” You shrug with a teasing smile.

He shrugs as well, not exactly sure of himself. “It’s like...I’m starting to have ideas while being outside but they’re not clear yet, while sitting here.”

“Ah...” You nod understandingly. “Tell you what, I’m almost done with this actually so why don’t we go to the campus oval? Some kids play frisbee there on weekends, plus the sun’s warmest there around this time.”

“Really?” His eyes widen at the suggestion.

You chuckle. “Sure. You need to explore around your own campus more anyway.”

When you were finished with your papers, you took Chan to the campus oval and sat on the grass, watching some families play frisbee.

“That sounds suspiciously like a date.” Hyunjin comments. “What can you say on this, Chan?”

“It was a hangout.” Chan hesitantly corrects.

“A babysitting job, more likely.” You add to which Changbin and Chan both laugh knowingly.

“So is this a date?” Chan asks you later that day.

“You didn’t ask me out to this as a date.” You counter immediately. “Plus, I was working most of the time.”

Chan shrugs. “But if it were, would you have considered it?”

He was walking you back to your dorms and you realized that wording it that way (along with your current conversation) made it seem that you were just on a date, the thought suddenly lingering in your thoughts more than you wanted it to. “Maybe? I don’t know, Chan...” You conclude, trailing off. “You’re a cool person, though...”

“Should I try better next time?” “If you’re ever going to ask someone out, make sure to tell them your exact intentions, please, you’re a Libra for God’s sake.”

That seems to diffuse the sudden tension between the two of you as Chan laughs. “Okay, noted.”

Chan still thinks about this to this day every time he asks you to hangout alone and you vented out your conflicting feelings to Jeongin later that night.

“Anything else, Jeongin?” Hyunjin asks.

“Oh, hey, I remember something!” Changbin exclaims. “How could we miss Chan’s birthday from 3 years ago?”

five - chan’s birthday (3 yrs ago)

You’ve never heard of the paranoia game until Chan’s birthday when Minho suggested it and called on all of Chan’s guests to participate. “Rules are simple.” The unofficial MC announced over his bottle of soju like a microphone. “I start by picking out someone and asking them a question in private. They answer by choosing another person then we do a coin flip if the person I asked reveals the question or not. And it goes on and on and on!”

The game does goes on and on but it only seemed endless because every time Minho flipped a coin, it would always land on the choice to not reveal the question, frustrating everyone to no end.

“This game should have some drama but the drama’s not coming.” Sana frowns next to you while Felix whispers something in Chan’s ear at the center of the circle.

“I know.” You agree, that is, until you see Chan approaching you from the corner of your eye.

He extends a hand out to help you stand up. Behind him, everyone cheers for a reason you weren’t aware then (only to later find out that almost everyone you knew confused the two of you for a couple). So, reluctantly, you accept his hand, standing up and following him to the center of the circle without even noticing that he didn’t let go of your hand until Minho tossed a coin.

“Ah, goddamn it!” Minho groans. “Stupid coin doesn’t want to reveal the stupid questions!”

“Ey, everyone knows what the question is anyway.” Changbin dismisses.

“I don’t know.” You mutter under your breath which Chan immediately catches.

“Ah, you don’t have to know.” He hurriedly tells you with flushes cheeks.

“We didn’t miss that, fool, that was what Chan and Y/N were talking about when they said they’ve talked about this before.” Seungmin points out.

You shake your head disapprovingly, “Okay, I’ve had enough. Can we talk about something else?” You push the lie detector toy to Minho. “Since you started this mess, come on, Lee, I dare you.”

epilogue - chan’s birthday party (3 yrs ago)

The party was slowly dying down at around 3:15 AM, when your Uber messaged you in the middle of an intimate conversation with your friends. “My Uber’s here.” You announce softly over the acoustic music playing from Changbin’s phone, standing up afterwards to straighten out your attire. Turning to Chan you add, “I’m heading out, happy birthday again, Chan.”

“Wait, let me see you out.” The birthday boy in question follows your actions after.

“You don’t have to.” “I insist, it’s late and there could be creeps out on the street.”

He sends you a persistent look and you give in tiredly. “Okay, fine. Let’s go.” The group then proceeds to bid you goodbye in hugs and ‘goodnight’s before Chan escorts you out of his dorm.

You reach the elevator in no time, finding its lights harsh against the soft light of the hallway your eyes have been accustomed to throughout your walk.

“Thanks for coming, by the way.” Chan decides to speak up once the elevator door closes. His dorm is on the topmost floor, the elevator ride down taking around 3 minutes since the elevator itself’s already rusty and has a tendency to stop on floors for no reason.

"Of course.” You nod. “Wouldn’t want to miss out on Seungmin’s first alcoholic drink.”

Chan laughs with you at this but both of you can unconsciously agree that there was an awkward tension in the air. “Listen, about the paranoia game a while ago...” He starts, trailing off when you finally turn your head towards his direction.

You pretend to be nonchalant about it, shrugging, “What about it?”

“It just seems like the question Felix asked me bothers you.”

You try to smile reassuringly. “I’m sure Felix doesn’t talk shit about me behind my back...unless of course he told you something embarrassing then that would be a different story!”

The elevator dings! and opens on the wrong floor. Chan is quick to press on the lobby button again. “Well, since it’s just us...he just asked me to pick the person whom I have a happy crush on.”

He said it casually as he can, with the best attempt he had of ignoring his rapid heartbeat and clammy hands, almost missing the way your eyes widened in the brief silence that followed.

“Y-You? Have a crush on me?” You repeated in disbelief, a bit breathless for no reason. “Wow...”

“Yeah but it’s just a happy crush, though!” He’s quick to clarify, hands waving frantically around while he speaks. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, it’s cool, it’s cool.” You assure him, cringing internally at repeating your words. “I had a happy crush on you too some time ago so it’s...it’s cool.”

“Really?” You nod at his question.

“I don’t have a happy crush on you now, though, if that’s what you’re thinking.” You chuckle awkwardly.

Finally, the elevator door opens to the lobby. You quickly step out.

“I think it’d be weird.” You add, though deep inside you knew it felt weird saying that out loud. “Similar friend groups and all.”

Chan nods in agreement. “Right! Right.”

“So...this is me, unless you want to escort me to the Uber?” You call for your Uber driver’s attention, signalling for him that you’ll be there in a second. “I’ll just text you the plate number and everything in case something happens.”

“Okay.” He nods again. “Go home safe and remember to text me.”

“Yup! Goodnight, Chan.” You smile at him one last time, though it feels heavy somehow (it still does to this day). “Happy birthday...well, belated.”

“Thanks.” He returns your smile. “Goodnight, too.”

When you arrived home, you made sure to text Chan again with a goodnight message and a happy birthday, ending it with the sloppy ‘I hope we’re still good friends after this’ remark that you’ve long deleted from your phone history.

Of course, Chan read and re-read this message until morning.

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ABO au! Maybe? Moran is an alpha and the reader is the only omega in the manor so when her heat comes he be practically tackling her into any empty room. The other person's of the household don't mind as moran becomes violent on his rut but having an omega calmed him down and they will not have to fix the whole house after a bad rut

I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS!!! i hope it’s accurate, i wasn’t too familiar with ABO but i learned and tried my best!! i hope you enjoy:)

“fuck!” a resounding crack sounded throughout the entire mansion, and you and the four men all turned to look at each other.

“he’s rutting again,” william said, not even bothering to look up from his newspaper. fred merely stayed silent, opting to continue tending to the plants in the room.

“you know what that means right?” albert turned to look at you, and you sighed, brushing your hair out of your face.

“indeed i do. i’m just going to head to my room and wait for hell to start, you guys may want to leave, i think it’s worse this time around,” you say, forcing yourself up from the couch. you swallow the small pit of anxiety bubbling in your stomach, knowing what was to come.

“i’d rather refer to it as heaven for the two of you given the sounds we heard last time,” william stated, finally looking up at you. albert smirked quietly to himself, louis blushed light pink, and fred simply stared at the plant in front of him. you turned crimson red, turning from the man and walking out of the parlor. you make your way towards the stairs, already feeling your heat start to come on.

for the past few months that you’ve been at the moriarty manor, whenever moran started rutting, it unconsciously triggered your heat, as well as your heat starting early would trigger his rut. the solution was for the two of you to fuck like rabbits until you were both satisfied. the past couple of times however, were rougher than usual. the stress of the moriarty brother’s plans had gotten to him, and his ruts were more violent than usual. this translated into him being rougher with you. you weren’t complaining, it was exhilarating being with him, but it was scary at times. that’s why the rest of the manor basically pushed and locked you in his room whenever his rut started so there was less of a chance for more broken furniture in the wake of his violence.

by the time your foot hit the first step, his scent, pine trees and cinnamon, with a hint of gunpowder hit you like a wave. his scent alone sent shockwaves of pleasure down your spine, and you barely had enough control of your legs to walk up the stairs. you heard the front door close somewhere in your haze, signaling the absence of the rest of your house mates. which meant by the time you were wobbling outside of moran’s door, slick pooling in your underwear and hands shaking, you had no problem moaning out loud.

“sebastian, open up pl-“ you didn’t have time to finish before his room door was flung open. you had been leaning on it for support, and didn’t have enough time to catch yourself before you were careening backwards. bracing for impact, you’re pleasantly surprised when it doesn’t come, instead falling into moran’s arms before his door is closed and locked behind you. your skin burns where he touches you, and you whine in protest when he drops you on the bed, leaving you without his touch. you take a moment to take in the sight before you.

moran’s wall has a large hole in it, and his dresser is decorated with noticeable dents. he stands in front of the bed, staring down at you. he’s shirtless, only in loose boxer shorts. he’s panting like a goddamn dog, sweat rolling off of him in rivulets, and god he looks so hot. his cock is so hard its almost peaking out of the edge of his boxer shorts, and a wet patch is present from what you come to understand is pre-cum.

“please daddy, i need you right now,” you’re fully in your heat now, your vision hazy and skin hot. his scent is invading every single one of your senses and you’re so dizzy and lightheaded you’re bucking your hips up into thing air, your core throbbing painfully.

“holy fuck i’m going to destroy you,” you barely register his words before he’s on you, tearing your dress straight from your body in one tug. his muscles bulge beneath his skin, and now that you’re almost fully exposed to him, your cunt clenches even more at the sight of his cock throbbing beneath his boxer shorts. in your haze you reach out to pull his shorts off, but he stops you and pins your arms to the bed.

“no, i’m in control. you’re mine right now, only mine,” he’s growling, ripping your bra off and yanking your panties down. the breeze serves to cool you down slightly before his hot mouth is on you. your nerves are sizzling and burning with pure desire, and the cry of “daddy!” only encourages him to pick up his pace. he fucks his tongue into you, tasting every bit of your sweet, purely heavenly slick. he moans into you, the vibrations only forcing more slick to gush out of you and onto his chin. he grinds painfully into the bed as he eats you out with reckless abandon. your thighs are in his death grip, and you’re almost positive you’ll have bruises afterwards but you couldn’t care. all you care about right now is how good his tongue feels on you.

“p-please daddy fuck me! fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! i need your cock inside of me right now, please daddy i’m begging you!” your pleads don’t fall upon deaf ears, and in an instant his head is level with yours and his boxers are in shreds on the floor. his cock is throbbing painfully, his knot swelling with each beat of his heart.

“god-fuck i’m gonna fuck you until you’re passed out, then wake you up and do it all over again,” he murmurs in your ear before pulling your legs up and over his shoulders, and slamming all of himself into you. you scream with your whole being, heat radiating all over your body as your haze only intensifies. all you can focus on is the man above you, thrusting in and out of you at a speed which you can barely register. you’re devolving into screams of his name and cries for more. you’re mind is a one lane road, only focusing on cumming. moran is essentially the same, hyper focused on every aspect of you. he tilts your hips down, catching his pelvic bone on your clit. you scream yet again, his motions addictive. his scent is the only thing you perceive, his cock throbbing in you.

“daddy! i’m close, please let me cum, please i wanna squirt all over you,” your eyes roll back into your head, and your legs tremble against him. he’s close too, his knot swelling painfully. he fucks into you a bit more before answering

“cum for me, let me feel you squirt,” he says, going faster and harder until your throat is raw from screaming his name. and then you’re gone, cumming harder than you ever have before, vision going blank and body limp in his hold. he growls out loudly, his knot swelling a bit more before he’s cumming, his knot catching in you. his cum leaks out of your hole, around his cock. for the first time since your heat started, your haze disappears, and you feel like you can breathe again. you both still, waiting for his knot to finish unloading into you before you guys can move again. you turn your head to see a long crack running through the wall behind the headboard, before turning back to moran.

“that’s the second time we’ve broken his wall,” you breathe out, still trying to catch your breath.

“i know. i’ll help them fix it,” he replies, turning and pressing a kiss to the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“god i’m exhausted,” you say after a beat of silence. moran slowly moves your legs back down onto the bed, carefully making sure to not disconnect you two before pulling you close and flipping you both over so he’s laying on his back with you on his chest, your lower half still connected.

“‘m sorry. you did good though,” he murmurs, smoothing your hair with one hand. your heart grows warm at his praise, and you can’t help the light blush that adorns your face.

“you too,”

#yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty scenario #moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #moriarty the patriot scenario #sebastian moran #abo!au

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fallout-drabbles-n-stuff · 4 years

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Paladin Danse x Pregnant! SoSu

(Blind betrayal feels, so beware. Nothing too angsty but still.)

The second Arthur Maxson gave the order you had to fight the urge to lose your lunch. Talking to Proctor Quinlan was no easier, a stone hard exterior shielding the need to cry. Whenever Haylen, his friend, confronted you was when you lost any control you might've had. Praying no one else would hear your muffled sobs against the scribes chest, you confessed what you've kept to yourself for far too long. In hindsight perhaps it was for the best, you didn't even want to humor the idea of what Maxson would've done if he knew what you carried inside your womb.

If he thought that your precious paladin was an abomination, worthy of being hunted like a dog, what would he think the product of your coupling was? It was enough to make a hallow sickness form in your chest.

"Haylen...what am I going to do?" Your voice came out mangled, heavy with somber tears. Tears that rolled down your puffy face by their own accord. Her embrace made you feel the slightest bit better, but nothing would help the empty pain you had in your heart.

You already had your family stolen from you, to be ordered to eliminate the one you had now was the greatest form of torture one could imagine.

"Oh (y/n).." She has to pause. She was shocked, so much pain and anger swelling in her gut at the notion of you considering the idea of killing Danse; to hear the truth was the equivalent of being splashed in the face with icy water. "Go..go to him, there's no telling what state he's in but if anyone can snap him out of it, it's you."

For the entire trek to Listening Post Bravo, those were the words that echoed in your head. You couldn't even begin to imagine what your valiant lover looked like now, he lived and breathed brotherhood- this...this was life changing in so many respects.

Even as the sentry turret bullets ricocheted off the metal of your power armor, their sounds didn't register. All you could feel was a lightheaded pain, your mouth dry and hands shaking in spite of the heavy metal encasing them. Exiting the steel contraption only made this shakiness worse, your knees almost giving with each step you forced forward. The ride down the elevator was scarier than any vertibird ride, the sounds of the ancient metal squealing louder than it should've. Luckily for yourself whatever protective measures he set up we're swiftly dealt with by your companion, giving you an opportunity to find Danse.

Time stood disturbingly still when you finally found him. You'd seen him a million times without his armor and yet none of those times had he seemed so..weak. His gloved hands entangled in his raven hair, shielding his face from your view. Perhaps that was for the best. So much fear flooded your body, you hardly felt you could move- much less speak. A piece of you wanted nothing more to run to him, bring his head to your chest and confess but you knew better. It was like Haylen said, who knew what state he was in.

"D..oh god, danse.." you wanted so badly to sound strong, to be that pillar of stability for him. So you cleared your throat, hoping he didn't hear your whisper. "Danse.." you repeated, this time forcing your voice to where it echoed throughout the small room.

Amber eyes rose agonizingly slow, glassy from tears of his own. His handsome face was a mess of red blotches and streaks of tears. To top off his miserable apparence, the large expanse of his chest you knew so well from countless night of love was now shaking from the force of sobs. Never would you have ever imagined him in such a light, nor would you have been able to prepare yourself for the heart-wrenching pain deep in your heart it erected. Suddenly your shaky wrists became like led weights at your sides, a pain striking you down to the core of your very being. Pain deep in your soul caused by his anguish.

The next few steps seemed to be beyond your control for now you were mere inches apart from your lover's seemingly frail sitting position.

"Of course he sent you.." his deep voice sounded pitifully choppy, hurt deep inside the glimmer of his eyes. “So...” he stopped, climbing to his feet to stand. “A-are you ready..soldier?” The quiver of his lip impossibly broke your heart even more.

He didn’t really think you’d hurt him? Did he? No amount of training or embracing of decorum would ever allow you to justify killing the one thing you had left in this horrific reality. Especially now..not when a piece of him would permanently be with you.

God save you.

“What?! Danse what are you talking ab-“ “you know what (y/n), there isn’t anyway Maxson wants me alive.” His words were sharp, a fresh tear rolling down his cheek in spite of the forced emotionless face he now wore. “I’m..I’m not, not even worth the breath I take in. I’m what I vowed to destroy, I need to die. Please, just-“

Unable to take anymore you hurriedly grabbed the side of his face, the shock in his eyes enough to make you gulp. Furrowing your brow you looked him dead in his amber orbs, a snarl forming at your nose.

“Don’t you even think about it Danse.” You breathed, anger now replacing your fear. “I don’t give a fuck what he thinks, you’re still you!” You spat in such a way that your voice hissed between the words.

“No, I’m not.” His hand somberly rose to grab ahold of yours, unable to remove it from his face. Instead he sniffles and leaned more into your touch. His vulnerability tearing you to pieces. “I would’ve told you had I known..I wouldn’t have for-forced you to..oh god.” He shook, no strength left to finish his thought.

As quickly as it came, your anger subsided, once again being replaced by your bitter sorrow.

“I know..I know you would’ve told me Danse. But it wouldn’t have changed anything. Y-you, I fell in love with you for the wonderful man you are. Created or not, you have be-..you have been nothing but an inspiration to me-“ “stop..” “no, you stop Danse! Haven’t you stopped to think about how your death would make me feel? How it would make our friends feel?” Now tears cascaded freely down both your cheeks, but from the softening of his clenched jaw you knew you struck a nerve..perhaps now would be the time..

A painful teary chuckle came from your lips as you stepped a pace backwards, grasping his other hand. You could only blame the shock making you so impulsive.

Within a second you firmly pressed his hand into the little swell of your lower stomach. It had been about two months since you figured you were pregnant, considering your muscular build it didn’t really look like you were carrying. It more or less just looked like you forgot a couple training regiments and indulged perhaps a bit too much. However the undeniable firmness of what appeared to be fat was there, your lover’s realization wasn’t though.

Yet another shaky breath racked by fear. “B..besides, how would I ever tell our child that..that mommy killed their daddy just because she was ordered to.”

The former paladin turned several shades pale, all color draining from his lips as his eyes widened impossibly large. His ears rung..his body swayed, his jaw even hung open.

“What?!” He sharply gasped, blinking in disbelief- his gaze rapidly flickering from your eyes to where his hand cradled what he learned to be his unborn child. “I..I don’t understand, how?? That isn’t possible..” he almost cried, his legs becoming far too weak to support himself, sending his body down into a kneeling position before you.

Unable to resist, you mirrored his actions- bringing you once again eye to eye with your dearest love.

“That’s what I wanted to tell you, you’re so much more human than you think danse. Maxson is wrong and this just proves it..” you knew it was dangerous to overload him now of all times but, what else could you do? You had no strength to argue his life with him, and you’d rather shoot yourself than kill him. If conditions were different than maybe you could’ve been more level headed but you couldn’t exactly go back in time and stop the conception of your babe, now could you?

Every minute he took to think had you on edge, but eventually a deep him came from his chest before he nodded hesitantly.

His hands once again pressed against your stomach, a gesture that gave you a spark of hopefulness. “Maybe you’re right...” he grumbled under his breath, still to where you could hear though. “If we..If I could do this, maybe I’m not..” he sighed, cutting himself off before he looked back into your eyes.

“And you’re right. I hadn’t even thought of what my death would do to you..you’ve loved me, gotten closer to me than anyone ever has..” “And I still love you Danse, so please..don’t. We can run away from this, we can be a family.” You whimpered, that hopeful yet tearful smile making his head spin.

“Yes...a family. I-I like the sound of that. B-but I..I can’t guarantee I’ll be the best..I um, we, we need to do some figuring out. We can do it together...?” He sounded so unsure, face now completely relaxed- save for the slanted eyebrows and glassy eyes.

“Yes, Danse, we can definitely do this together. We have a little bit of time after all, now..let’s get the hell out of here hm?” “Yeah, let’s.”

A bumpy road of self searching was set forth for the paladin after that moment, but one thing was certain for him. He loved you so much it hurt, and he would be eternally grateful for the second chance you delivered..and that you loved him as well despite his true identity. It was for these reasons Danse decided the second he was in the right space, he’d take you to the all faith chapel in diamond city and do what he’s wanted to do since he first realized he loved you. He may not be a paladin anymore, but now he was a father, and a husband- and he wouldn’t trade that for anything.

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