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#i screamed so loud that my neighbours started to complain i swear
karlmarxverstappen · 1 year
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Imagine a parallel universe in which Charles is a TikTok influencer recording and sharing his sappy piano videos, but his noisy dutch neighbor likes to play videogames and screams like a demon while playing, disturbing Charles' plans? It just occurred me seeing your last rbs... Beautiful musician Charles Leclerc and "I just placed my WDC trophy on my red bull mini fridge as if it's nothing" gamer Max Verstappen. Soumates.
pleaaase 😭
Charles is trying to write the final part of this piano piece for months. It keeps eluding him and the yelling coming from next door is certainly not helping. It's been going on the whole day, shouting, laughing and what he's pretty sure it's swearing even though he can't understand the language the profanities are yelled. He's new to the building and doesn't know his neighbours very well yet - well, he doesn't know them at all, but no one could blame him since he almost doesn't stay home with all the tours and the long hours at the orchestra. It looks like this is about to change though, because he has to do something about the noise, and even murdering the man next door requires actually going there.
It's been 3 minutes since he's been at his neighbours' door. Not that Charles has been counting, but he's pretty sure it has been almost 4 minutes now since he started knocking at the other man's door. His neighbour is there, he can hear the shouting and the laughing and the swearing in the made up language, so Charles is sure the man has either been ignoring him or he's deaf, which would actually explain why the noise has been so loud today - Charles mentally kicks himself a little. Maybe his neighbour can't tell how obnoxious he truly is because he can't hear it. He's about to give up and just write a very angry and strong worded letter he can slip under the man's door later complaining about the noise when he hears a "Come in!" from inside the apartment. Since he's the only one out here this must be his cue. Charles opens the door carefully. There's a cat staring at him from the floor. It seems very pissed off for no particular reason. Maybe the noise is annoying him too and Charles can't help but feel sympathy for the animal. For a moment, he let's his imagination run wild and thinks that it would be very funny if the cat was the one who spoke and asked him to come in. He let's a breath out he didn't realize he was holding in when the cat opens its mouth and only a soft "meow" comes out. God, he's tired, he really needs to finish this piece and get a good night of sleep if talking cats are an idea his brain actually started to entertain.
"Hm, hello?" he calls from inside the living room that looks the same as his own, minus the piano and tasteful artwork and plus a cabinet full of ugly trophies that looks on the verge of giving up and a cat shrine with pictures of the animal, toys and the largest cat tower he has ever seen. Cat people are so weird.
"Yes, in here!" the voice come from inside what in Charles' apartment would be the spare bedroom. He let's himself further into his neighbour's home until he's stopped again in the hallway by what he's pretty sure is the same cat he just carefully bypassed in the living room, looking at him with even more murderous intent in his eyes.
"How the fuck did-"
"Mate, thanks, you can leave the takeaway at the dining room table, there's some money there. You can keep the change, yeah?" Charles musings about homicidal felidae are interrupted by the decidedly very human voice belonging to the man who's been annoying him all day and that doesn't even bother to look away from the several computer screens in front of him to acknowledge that Charles is most definitely not his postmates delivery guy.
"I'm not here to deliver your food" Charles says with all the dignity he can muster "I'm your new neighbour and I'm here to make a complaint."
"Oh. Right. Then go ahead I guess." the man goes on, still not looking at Charles but rather at the racing game he has on.
"Well, first of all could you pause your game? It's very rude to speak with other people like this, you know."
"Mate, it's an online game, I can't exactly pause the tournament because my neighbour wants to talk. Besides, I have very good hand eye coordination and I can pay attention to whatever you want to complain about and win this race at the same time." the man says at the same time the "car" he seems to be "racing" in is shunted by another one and goes spiraling into the barriers. Charles can't help but feel satisfaction at the cosmic karma at play here. "Oh for fuck's sake, not this asshole again! What the fuck is he playing at? This wasn't my fault by the way, have you seen how he just turned at me? He's been driving like a mad man all day and I of course already talked to the people responsible for organising the race and oh" the man finally stops looking at the screens and turns to face Charles, who should be more mad about having his very important work interrupted by the yelling of someone who apparently has been playing video games all day, but feels slightly less upset when he's finally face to face with the man and he's very hot, from flushed cheekbones to thick thighs barely contained by very short shorts.
"Right. Okay." Charles mentally shakes himself and decides to focus on the man's eyes instead, which he thinks might have also been the wrong thing to do since the shade of blue he can't quite name is doing something to him "I'm your neighbour, Charles. You know that you shouldn't leave your door open and just yell to people you don't know to get it, right? I could have been a murderer or a crazy person."
"This is Monaco. I have more chances of being arrested for tax evasion than being murdered" the man gets up stretching, revealing a bit of his stomach hair in the process. "and I'm Max, by the way."
"Right. Max. Well, your cat. Cats. Someone could have come in and kidnapped them, those things happen."
Max let's out a snort "I would like to see what happens to anyone who tries to pick Sassy up. Anyway, what can I do for you Charles?"
Right. Focus Charles. "The noise. I've been trying to work all day and the noise has been bothering me."
"Oh" Max has the decency to look ashamed, at least. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was being so loud. The race anyway is over for me now so I won't be bothering you anymore today and I'll try to be less loud in the future."
Well, that was easy, Charles thinks. Almost disappointingly so.
"Can I do anything else for you, Charles?"
"No. That will be all I think. Right
Thank you."
Later in the evening, Charles sits at the piano again, the whole floor silent at last but for the sound of the keys he's playing. His treacherous brain almost feels like something is missing. From the corner of his eye, he sees a slip of paper quickly shoved under his apartment door. Curiously, he picks it up.
"you are v the song is very pretty. I'm sorry again for getting in the way of your work. I hope I can make it up to you some time.
p.s.: here's my number in case I'm being loud again
max"
That night, Charles finishes his piece. The melody finally stops eluding him.
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el-cheung · 4 years
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- I sent everyone a text saying that you weren’t feeling so well. So they might be thinking that you have severe diarrhea.
- Me? Diarrhea? 
- Well, I can’t tell them that I have it.
Hwang Si-Mok & Han Yeo-jin, in Strangers S2E12 - aka. HE SMILED (2020)
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oneofthosesimps · 3 years
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Hey, just wanted to say that I love your fic “the Animal in Him”! Hope there will be a part two soon, but no pressure! Have a great day!
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The Animal in Him (Part Two)
pairing: levi x fem!reader I nsfw
word count: 1790
summary: after levi got you all dirty, it's time he got you clean again, but your asshole is just too tempting
warnings: anal, rough sex, dirtytalk, swearing, semi-public sex, sub x dom, double penetration (fingers and dick)
authors note: every time i write another story about levi, it feels like i'm coming home. i love this man, best husbando forever and i wish he would do all these things to me. anyway, i hope you like part 2 of "The Animal in Him" (and i'm glad you like the fanfic so much <3)
all credits to the artist of this pic:
unfortunately i do not know who it is from
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"Spread them wider, pet".
You moan softly as your hands dig deeper into the fat of your butt and you spread your ass cheeks. The warm water puddles on your back and runs along your curves. Single drops make their way through the mounds you're pulling apart, mixing with the rest of Levi's juice still running out of your asshole.
"Mmm, that looks so good," Levi murmurs behind you, licking his lips. You look down over your shoulders at him. Crouching behind you, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, he eyes the most intimate corners of your body, surveying the rest of his work from a moment ago. His silver eyes sparkle up at you before one of his fingers finds its way to your little hole. Goosebumps overtake your body as he gently massages the brim and you bite your lip to stifle your moan. You lean your head back against the cold tiles and press your cheek against them. A long moan comes from between your lips as his finger penetrates you, starting at the first knuckle and then continuing. "Still stretched so nice for me, pet". Your tight walls twitch at his words, causing Levi to moan as well, "Fuck." His finger strokes along your insides, pushing his remaining cum deep inside you again. With an ease he slides a second finger to the other. Your legs start to shake and you try to hold onto the wall so you don't collapse. With slow movements, Levi fucks your asshole, occasionally spreading his fingers to massage your core. His hard cock drips at the sight of it and he swallows hard.
"Please ... Please fuck me." His fingers inside you feel so incredibly good, but you need more pressure. Your cunt is still swollen from the fuck a moment ago and your clit is begging for touch so your body can finally come. Your limbs tingle and your lower body throbs uncomfortably. The desire to finally be filled by him again grows and makes your head buzz.
"So you want me to fuck you, huh? Such a good pet," at these words he pulls out of you, making you moan. His big body straightens up behind you and your back pushes through. You claw into the wet wall beneath you as you present your ass to him. His eyes meet yours briefly and you see how dark they have become again. His pupils have exploded like they did earlier in the stall, making him look animalistic. His fat cock stands from him and twitches slightly, the head glistening like a pearl. He grips it and steps closer to you, rubbing along between the lips of your cunt and smearing your juice.
Just as he is about to enter you, the door to the men's washroom opens. You freeze in your movements and look at him in shock. You freeze in your movements and look at him in shock. Actually, Levi's plan had been to finish with you before the rest of the cadets got back from training, but someone threw a wrench in his works. He strains, trying to make out who it is over the splashing of your shower water, to tell them to fuck off. He meets your gaze and panic overcomes you as a smirk settles on his lips. It's convenient, of course. Footsteps move across the tiles before the curtain of the booth next to you is pulled closed and the water starts up there.
Levi leans over to you and puts his lips to your ears, "Guess who this is." A soft laugh comes from him before he pushes forward at the sound of the other shower and penetrates you, splitting you open. Your cunt sucks him up greedily and it feels like he's being sucked forward. You whimper softly and squeeze your eyes shut.
"Fuck, how can you be so tight again?" You press your hand over your mouth and moan into it as he digs forward, finally arriving at your cervix. He fits into you so perfectly, as always, as if he was made to fuck you. His thick cock fills you completely, each of his veins laying perfectly into the spongy structure inside you, and as he moves, his heavy, full balls slap against your clit at just the right angle. Each thrust from him, leaves you jerking up and moaning. Your voice and soft whimpers mix with the splashing of the shower water, forming a symphony in his ears. His big hands grip your waist to keep you in place in front of him and he increases his speed and strength. Inwardly, you hope the neighbour next door doesn't hear. Fortunately, he starts humming softly, which further overshadows your noises.
Each of Levi's thrusts is deep and hits every spot with relish. He fucks you against the cold tile wall while the blonde man showers on the other side. A knot slowly builds in your stomach and you shamelessly press against him to create more friction.
All at once, the nice feeling is gone and the familiar emptiness spreads through you. Just as you're about to complain, you feel a pressure on your asshole. Levi's cock presses into that hole, stretching it open nicely as well. "You didn't really think I wasn't going to fuck it again. Especially with Erwin on the other side of this wall," he moans in your ear, clawing into your flesh. "Fuck, it feels so good. I regret that we didn't do this sooner." His balls tighten and he clenches his teeth. So nice and tight, he's about to cum again. The still unfamiliar feeling spreads back inside you. The mixture of pleasure and the uncomfortable feeling of having to relieve form a diabolical mix that leaves your cunt dripping with envy.
"Please fuck my other hole again. Please fuck my pussy," you whisper under him, squirming back and forth. Tears form in your eyes. You desperately need to cum, your body is driving you crazy. But Levi wouldn't dream of letting your asshole go. Instead, he bends over your back and lets one of his hands wander between your legs. His long fingers find your warm hole and he presses three of his fingers into you at once. You moan loudly and roll your eyes. They dig deep into your skull as Levi finds a good rhythm to fuck both of your holes at the same time.
"Mmm, you like it when I fuck your cunt at the same time?" he murmurs behind you, watching the change in your face. Wrinkles form between your closed eyes as saliva runs from your slightly parted lips. The sight makes him moan and he hopes Erwin heard him. He presses deeper into you, "You're so dirty, no shower will help."
Your legs soften and you drop all your weight against the now warm shower wall. Again, a knot appears in your lower stomach area. The feeling of being filled like this is sinful. The stretching of your asshole blends beautifully with the massaging of your soft walls by his fingers. They keep pressing against the point below your navel and you lose your last connection to the earth.
"What were you thinking just now when we came back and my cum was squeezing out of you with every move you made?" vibrates Levi's dark voice behind you. His jaw tenses as he worships you like you're his goddess. He has to pull himself together hard to keep from cumming at the sight of you and the sounds you make because of him. "The others must have seen what a whore you are". You get a little louder at the word and squirm under him again. Once more, you hope that the shower drowns out your noises and that no one hears you. "How I wish I had told Erwin that your asshole was filled to the top with my cum. He probably would have wanted to fuck you anyway and you probably would have still let him." That thought drives you crazy. The knot inside you tightens and tightens, and the tears that have been pooling in the corners of your eyes begin to roll down your cheeks. They mix with the wetness of the water wetting your body. "Maybe I should just tell him now".
"No, you shouldn't?" you whisper, your lips trembling, your voice shaking.
"What is that supposed to be, a question?" He hit the nail on the head. In truth, you would never let Erwin touch you, but the thought brings you closer and closer to your climax. Again, your walls tighten, making Levi curse, "Fuck, tighten up even more, pet. Your walls are milking me at the thought of him shooting his cum to mine. You like that thought?" You moan under him and sob, "Should we just pull the curtain away and go to him? Should I show him what a good whore you are?"
"I'm so close to cumming, Levi." He ignores your statement and your crying and a brutal thrust hits the inside of your ass, "Look at me, pet."
Your tired body starts to move and you turn so that your eyes meet. Both of your holes flutter as you see his half-closed eyes. Deep black hits your soul and you seem to lose yourself in him. Fittingly, his dark strands spread wildly across his forehead, water dripping down from some of the tips and hitting your body. A deep sound comes from his throat as he feels your insides pulsing, "Come".
With that little word, your body explodes beneath him. He clings to your petite body beneath him and fucks you for as long as he can, through your orgasm before your hot body brings him to release as well. His cock pumps itself empty in your asshole and fills it to the brim again. Your bodies work against each other. Your voice is way too loud and Levi purposely pulls your hand away from your mouth so you can echo around the room. The humming in the booth next to you stops, but you can't stop screaming your head off. Again and again Levi's name resounds through the washroom and it fires him with pride to make you come like this next to his commander. This continues until you come down from your high. Levi pulls out of you and takes you in his arms, slithering down the wet tiles with you like this before you sit on the floor. His full lips settle on yours for a brief moment before moving to your jaw, "I'm looking forward to the next time Erwin looks at your ass." If that's the consequence, so are you.
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script-nef · 3 years
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#bokutoisblessed | Bokuto Koutarou
Category: crack, fluff
2.2k words; MSBY fans dying over Bokuto and his family
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Bokuto uploaded another photo
It seems like just yesterday little Hana was swaddled in his arms and now look at her. Like. Holy [censored] look at the [censored] post. 
Dudes like. She can walk now. Her steps are so wobbly but also so cute and my heart like????? Just exploded when we were gifted with the sight of her??? AND THE WAY SHE GIGGLED WHEN SHE ARRIVED AT HER MUM’S LAP A SAFJAKFDL I CAN’T BREATHE
Comments [Anon]: Honestly we the fans of Black Jackals are so blessed because we get to experience this joy and bundle of life thanks to our lord and saviour Bokuto Koutarou and his amazing wife, who will hereby be named Kami-sama. Because God is a woman I called it.
[Anon]: I agree with 97% of this, except for the Kami-sama part. She said it’s uncomfortable and embarrassing so we have to call her something else. How about Wife-sama. That should be fine, right?
[Anon]: Oh I saw that post Bokuto put up! Saying how much he’s thankful for the support but not to call her that! The upload was a short video of her turning red after he called her Kami-sama and it’s a treasure I will keep for the rest of my life. And into the afterlife. Death can try to pull it out of my cold, dead hand but I won’t let it. YOU HEAR ME DEATH???? YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS FROM MEEEEEE
[Anon]: Bokuto said Wife-sama is fine! Apparently she was still red and it was the cutest thing ever. Bokuto is so biased (*cough cough* whipped *cough cough*) but hey I’m not complaining. I don’t think my imagination will ever come close to the actual reaction but I hope it does.
[Anon]: Do you guys remember, when he just started dating her, how he flooded us with posts of her and her only? Like, practically 95% of my feed was her since he was putting so much of them up. She could literally be doing nothing and he’ll be like “HOLY [censored] LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND!!!” Without swearing because he doesn’t do that, but still.
[Anon]: OH AND THEN HE GOT INTO TROUBLE WITH HIS SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGER ASKJDSKDJF THAT WAS GOLD
[Anon]: THEY LITERALLY PUT A VIDEO UP OF THEM TRYING TO TELL BOKUTO WHY HE SHOULDN’T DO THAT AND HE CONSTANTLY SAID “BUT I’M DATING HER AND THIS IS MY WAY OF SAYING I LOVE HER!!” LIKE BOI WE GET IT EVEN ALIENS WILL GET IT
[Anon]: And it started up again when she was pregnant with Hana. Like I could make a time-lapse video or whatever of her pregnancy just from the photos he put up
[Anon]: I honestly wonder how many photos he has of her and Hana
[Anon]: Probably a couple thousand. I mean like, I have a couple thousand of MBSY members but my love for them pales in front of Bokuto for Wife-sama, so.
→ Continue thread
Holy [censored] I just met Bokuto
Okay so there was news about a new resident coming into our apartment, more specifically my neighbouring unit. It was previously occupied by this really old couple and we had this small farewell party. They dropped hints that the new residents might be kind of loud but that they were great.
A few days later, my doorbell rings and who do I see? It’s [censored] Bokuto. Like, straight up. In his casual clothes. Exactly the same as the photo on his Insta page where he said he was moving. Which I liked practically a few hours ago.
He was standing there with the biggest smile and saying that he’s the new resident and that they’re giving out homemade cookies because of the baby and Bokuto’s volume. And invited me to a small dinner. And I’m. Like my brain. Literally. Like my brain is even blank now. Bokuto. Invited me. To his house. So I could have dinner. And see his wife. And little Hana. 
So I am here now, raiding my wardrobe to see if I have anything wearable because HOLY [censored] [censored] [censored] I’M GOING TO HAVE DINNER WITH BOKUTO AND HIS FAMILY I’LL REPORT BACK LATER IF HE’S FINE WITH ME SHARING THIS EXPERIENCE OKAY I REALLY GOTTA GO BECAUSE MY HEART IS BEATING WAY TOO FAST AND I NEED TO HAVE SOME MEDICINE
[Edit]: This was riddled with spelling mistakes because my hands were shaking from the aftershock.
Comments [Anon]: ???? What did you do in your past life to be awarded the opportunity of being neighbours with Bokuto???? Did you like, save the country or something? Is that what it takes to be blessed with him?
[Anon]: No you gotta at least save the entire Earth for this damn dude thanks for your service I guess
[Anon]: But if you gotta save the world to be neighbours with Bokuto, then what the hell did Wife-sama do to be married to him?
[Anon]: She saved the universe
[Anon]: But I think Bokuto will be the one to say he saved the universe to be with her that cheesy dork ugh I love you
[Anon]: LMAO I CAN HEAR HIM SCREAMING THAT
[Anon]: Are you back yet? Are you alive? Are you blinded by the magnificence that is Bokuto Koutarou and his family? I know I would be. So in order to kill me as well, TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED YOU CAN’T KEEP US OUT LIKE THIS I AM KNEELING ON THE FLOOR AND BEGGING FOR THE INTERACTION PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I BEG OF THEE I WANT SOME MORE SIR
[OP]: That’s really weird so stop that. I’m just about to go out now! I’ll spend the dinner over there, experience heaven, hope I don’t die of heart failure and possibly come back with a war story. If they allow me. Wish me luck guys.
[Anon]: GO BRAVELY SOLDIER AND MAKE US PROUD I AM PRAYING THAT THEY’LL BE KIND ENOUGH TO LET YOU SHARE THIS WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE
I’M BACK
Okay so that could only be described as one of the best moments in my entire life. Don’t worry, they said it’s fine if I share this. #actualsaints
So I finally found an outfit and took the chocolate that I was saving for myself, but since I can give my arm and leg for Bokuto what the [censored] is a chocolate, right?
I’m greeted by Wife-sama herself. Like. Less than a metre from me, saying “good afternoon” and smiling like the saint of tranquillity. (A side note but how do you have that when you live with Bokuto? And a child? My brother wants to know your secrets.) And she’s wearing what I think is Bokuto’s shirt since it’s way too big for her, I mean the end comes to her thighs. Sharing shirts is the most romantic thing a couple can do I don’t make the rules I’m just the messenger.
Anyway she invites me into their house, their amazingly aesthetical and cozy house. There’s a display case for all of Bokuto’s trophies, awards, certificates and everything. There are photographs of them together all over the walls, hung from strings spanning the entire house. There was a wall section dedicated entirely to Hana-chan. I felt like an uncivilised cave gremlin there.
Wife-sama was still making dinner and I was going to help her but little Hana-chan came to me. Like, she tottered over to me in the blue frilly dresses and tugged on my pants, babbling and smiling. Y’all I nearly died. I literally saw the gates of heaven and had a foot in but Wife-sama saved me by pulling me back into reality. By asking me if I wanted to play with Hana-chan. Which killed me again. And she was apologetic about it too? Like she doesn’t think I would give my kidney to spend time with her?
So I was playing with Hana but sneakily looking at the two of them being cute as hell in the kitchen. Bokuto was attached to her at the hip for the whole time except for when she asked him to get some ingredients. He was a puppy incarnate. They were sneaking kisses, whispering to each other and it was honestly so cute like I was getting diabetes just from one night. 
The food was amazing, the dinner talk was so fun and delightful, Hana-chan was the cutest little angel ever, this was probably the best day of my life. AND WHEN I LEFT FOR THE NIGHT, THEY BOTH HUGGED ME AND IT WAS LIKE BEING HUGGED BY CLOUDS BUT THEY SMELLED SO NICE!!
I shall never forget this day. Mark my words y’all.
Comments [Anon]: How beautiful was their place? I feel like she would go with a pastel tone or black and white. And have cute things littered around everywhere.
[OP]: The house was really unique in the sense that it felt like two houses smashed together. Like they took turns decorating each section of the house. Looked like polar opposites. It was kind of weird at first but the aesthetics flowed well the longer I stayed there, if you can understand what I’m saying.
[Anon]: The fact that Bokuto and Wife-sama are practically opposites in many things but still formed a romantic relationship with each other and the fact that their taste or preferences complement each other perfectly is proof that they are soulmates. In this essay I will
[Anon]: Where’s the essay. Dude where’s the [censored] essay
[Anon]: HEY MAN COME BACK WHERE’S MY ESSAY
[Anon]: NOOOOOOOOOOO THE SACRED TEXTS
[Anon]: Bruh just a kidney? Take my [censored] liver. Take my heart. Oh no wait, she already has it in her squishy widdle hands.
[Anon]: I bid my left arm
[Anon]: Right arm
[Anon]: Lungs
[Anon]: I really love my brain but I barely use it so off it goes I guess
[OP]: ???? Guys? What are you doing? Stop this illegal organ trade in my post.
[Anon]: Shhhhh we’re showing our love
I saw Bokuto shopping and it was so cute
I do not do clickbait, it was genuinely adorable and my cheeks are about to fall off. As was everyone else’s in the entire mall.
I was just doing some shopping, getting some snacks and popcorn for the movie marathon I was going to have and who do I hear? Yeah, it’s Bokuto. And little Hana-chan whining to Wife-sama about how she’s not getting the snacks they want. It’s from memory since I didn’t take a video, I’m not a creep and I understand boundaries unlike some of you assholes, but it went something like this.
Bokuto: But think of all the caramel popcorn we could eat! Hana: Mama, sweeties. Sweeties. (What an angel, am I right?) Wife-sama: I already said no, it’s going to ruin your dinner. Hana: But it’s tasty! Bokuto: Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase? I’ll do all of the dishes and cleaning today! Wife-sama: You already do that every day, Kou. It’s not much of a bribe. (Husband goals) And Hana, we have other snacks at home. Caramel is bad for your teeth. Bokuto: But babe! Wife-sama: I said no, and that’s it. Hana: Mama!
It was just this repeated for like 10 minutes with Bokuto and Hana-chan alternating their whines. I would have snapped after 5 times but wow, this lady has the mental fortitude of Fort Knox.
They both sulked and followed her around as she finished her shopping. I can tell Hana is Bokuto’s daughter because her hair droops down like his and a cloud forms over her head. It was practically magic.
In the end, they bought one (1) salted caramel popcorn because Wife-sama is too soft-hearted and they literally clung onto her for 5 minutes peppering her with kisses. And Bokuto actually lifted her in his embrace. In the middle of the sweets section. Where everyone was looking.
Needless to say, she was very very red.
Comments [Anon]: Conspiracy theory: factoring in Bokuto’s godlike physical ability, inhumane and endless sunny disposition, his hair’s ability to reflect his moods, it can be concluded that Bokuto is, in fact, a God.
[Anon]: Well someone has a big brain
[Anon]: Wait then Wife-sama would be a Goddess. Gasp SHE DIDN’T WANT PEOPLE CALLING HER KAMI-SAMA BECAUSE IT WOULD BLOW HER COVER
[Anon]: Oh yeah, it’s all coming together
[Anon]: I can kind of see Bokuto and Hana sneaking in sweets and snacks into the trolley while Wife-sama isn’t looking lmao
[OP]: THEY ACTUALLY DID THAT I nearly ran into them again and heard her berating Bokuto for sneaking in chocolate and shoving it beneath all the meat so she wouldn’t notice. My man, please. You can never outsmart your wife.
[Anon]: Next time I go to the MSBY fan meeting, I’m bringing all the sweets I can for Bokuto and Hana. It’s the least I can do.
[Anon]: They’re so cute and I can’t wait for the MSBY match in three days where Bokuto’s family is going to attend. I promise I’ll post about it afterwards.
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albertasunrise · 3 years
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Realised Too Late - Part 1
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Summary: You’ve been best friends with Frankie since high school and you’ve harboured a secret that whole time that has eaten you alive. You’re in love with him. You know he only sees you as Arce (Maple), the nickname he gave you on your first day. You're just his Canadian friend, never anything more. When his life takes a series of different turns, however, you're there to support him through it but how long can you do that before it just hurts too much?
Warnings: Drug abuse, alcohol, depression, overdose, language, Angst, Smut 18+
Pairings: Frankie Morales x Reader - Ben Miller x Reader
Notes: There are some tough subjects in this one so if you're easily triggered by warnings above, don't read. This will be in three parts.
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He was a shell of the man you’d known as kids, the army having stripped him of his soul and leaving him limp and boneless. You hadn’t been surprised when he’d turned to drugs for relief, he was an addict. As kids, he was addicted to exercise, constantly dragging you on hikes or to swimming events that left him buzzing after. During his time in the army, he was addicted to danger, unable to just sit on the sidelines when his brothers were out there risking their lives. When he’d retired he’d struggled. He was evicted from his flat after his last job, the neighbours complaining about the noise, the screaming as he was plagued by nightmares of the things he’d seen and done, they didn’t care he was ex-military. Or that his girlfriend had left him. So you had taken him in, held him at night as he sobbed and did everything you could to help him get better.
At first, you’d not realised that the change in him was because of the coke. He’d been happy, positive, bubbly. He’d returned to the Frankie you once knew. You’d been over the moon at his progress, happy that you’d pushed him to attend counselling and he’d sold it to you so well, made you believe he was going but he wasn’t. No, he was driving to a bar where he had a beer, sniffed some coke in the bathroom and left, returning to you with a new story to sell his lie.
You’d found the bag of powder whilst doing the washing. You’d known instantly what it was and you’d broken down immediately, unable to believe that he’d do that stuff after what he knew. What it had done to your family. He’d found you sobbing on the floor, clutching your stomach and he’d dropped to your side in an instant, pulling you into his arms.
‘Arce, what’s wrong?’ He’d pleaded and your tears had stopped almost immediately, sorrow replaced with pure burning anger that you’d never felt before.
‘You lied to me.’ You’d growled, pushing away ‘You haven’t been going to counselling have you?’
‘I have.’
‘If you continue to lie to me I swear I will kick the shit out of you.’ You'd spat, getting to your feet with that bag clutched tightly in your hand ‘This is the real reason you’ve been -happier- isn’t it Francisco?’ You continued, holding out your hand and revealing the bag that sat on your palm ‘How could you?’ You’d sobbed ‘After what I’ve been through… How could you resort to this as a fix?’
Frankie had knelt there gobsmacked, unsure of what to do or say to you. He'd not even thought about you when he’d been offered the substance the first time, he’d just focused on the fact he’d been told it would help… and it had.
‘Arce I’m so sorry.’ He’d sobbed ‘I just needed the pain to stop. He’d told me it would stop and it did.’
‘But Frankie. This shit ruins lives.’ You said, your tone changing to one with more sympathy ‘Look what it did to my family.’
Your brother had gotten hooked on the stuff after his relationship had fallen apart. His wife had left him, taking the baby with her and he’d lost it. Turning to drink and drugs to dull the pain. He’d managed to hide it well, no one ever suspecting him. One fateful day however the truth had been revealed most tragically. It had been your birthday and Frankie had organised a surprise party for you at his. Your brother had been tasked to pick up and bring your parents over but he’d taken just a little too much before getting behind the wheel. They had never stood a chance. His car was t-boned by a truck when he’d jumped a red light, everyone dying on impact. When you’d arrived at Frankie’s you’d been over the moon to see his place decorated with balloons and streamers, your friends all stood there waiting for you but his face had ripped that happiness away. He’d walked up to you, everyone else remaining where they were and he placed a hand on each arm, bracing you for what was to come and as the words left his mouth you'd passed out, falling limply into his arms.
He’d supported you through it all. The funeral. Sorting through your parent's stuff. You’d considered selling their house but he’d convinced you not to.
‘Don’t you want your kids to grow up here?’ He’d said ‘You have a story about every inch of this house. Don’t sell those stories to someone else.’
So you’d kept it. Moved in and worked on modernising it without ripping out its soul, keeping the memory of your family alive within its walls.
‘You need to stop this Frankie.’ You’d stated, snatching the powder out of sight ‘I will help you but you have to promise me no more lies.’ You’d continued, noting the relief that had flooded his expression ‘You lie to me Frankie and that’s it. You’re out.’
‘Of course.’ He’d replied, nodding hastily as his tears tracked down his cheeks ‘No more lies… I promise.’
He’d kept his promise. He actually attended counselling, his shrink calling each time to confirm he’d visited. He wasn’t aware that they did it, you’d asked them to keep it between the two of you but you’d needed some sort of confirmation that he really was trying to help himself. The nightmares had returned but after a while, they became less frequent along with the panic attacks at loud sounds. He was doing so much better and you were so proud of him. He’d then started to attend AA meetings, finding them useful. You’d gone along to the first few with him on his request but as his confidence had grown he started attending alone and that’s how he’d met her.
Lucy.
She was nice enough. She’d been hooked on coke too after leaving the army so they’d connected in a way that a lot of the other members never could. Their romance had been fast-paced and it killed you. You were happy he had someone, of course, you were… You were just devastated that it wasn’t you.
‘So Lucy’s having a few friends over on Friday. She wondered if you wanted to join?’ He asked as he sipped at his coffee ‘She’s desperate to get to know you.’
‘You talk about me with her?’ You asked, raising your brows as little in surprise.
‘Of course, I do.’ He replied, giving your a bemused expression ‘You’re my best friend. Why wouldn’t I?’
You shrugged, sipping at your coffee as you looked at anything but him, desperate to hide your heartbreak from him. He didn’t notice, just continued to speak as he supped at his black coffee, oblivious to your pain.
‘So will you come?’ He asked with hopeful eyes.
‘Sure.’ You reply, praying something comes up that means you can’t go.
Nothing does.
‘So you’re the famous Arce?’ She asked, shaking your hand when Frankie brought you over.
‘That I am.’ You replied, smiling sheepishly at her.
‘Frankie’s told me all about you.’ She stated, giving you a warm smile ‘You’ve been quite a friend to him.’ She stated ‘Especially with his coke addiction. Most people who have been through what you have would have run a mile. He’s lucky to have you.’
You give her a small nod but inside you’re screaming. She thanks you for coming and apologises for having to go, food needs to be checked. As soon as she leaves you turn and walk to the door, tears streaming down your cheeks.
‘Hey whoah! Where are you going? What’s the matter?’ Asked Frankie as he grabbed your shoulders and stopped you in your tracks ‘Why are you crying?’
‘Fuck you, Frankie.’ Was your reply before you shrugged out of his grip and left, ignoring him as he called after you.
You ignored his calls and texts as you laid there curled up on your couch, praying that he'd choose to stay with her that night but you didn’t get such luck. He walked through the door a little after 1 in the morning, toeing off his shoes and hanging his coat and cap up before stepping quietly into the house. He heard your silent cries and found you curled up on the couch, an empty bottle of wine laying on the floor in front of you.
‘Lucy was really upset that you left.’ He stated, his tone angry ‘That was really rude.’
‘Get out.’ Was your reply, barely above a whisper.
‘What the fuck is your problem?’ he growled, his patience spent ‘She was nothing but nice to you and then you just fucking leave.’
‘She isn't the reason I left.’ You spat, venom dripping from every word as you sat up and glared at him ‘You’re the reason I left.’
‘Me?’ He questioned, pointing at his chest ‘The fuck did I do?’
‘You had no right to tell her.’ You growled ‘You had no right…’ You trailed off, feeling more tears threatening to spill.
‘Tell her what?’
‘You know what Frankie.’ You yelled, scrapping a hand over your tear-stained face ‘There are a handful of people that know the truth about how they died. I choose who I tell, not you.’
‘Arce-.’
‘I’m going to bed.’ You interrupted, getting up from the couch and heading upstairs, leaving a guilty Frankie in your wake.
He didn’t come home for a few days after that evening. You assumed he was trying to give you some space but you didn’t care, you were just too hurt. When he did come back you saw something different in him, something had changed and not for the better. He was withdrawn, quiet. Spending more time in his room or under the hood of his truck than anywhere else and you found yourself worrying about him despite the anger you still felt towards him.
‘Frank, what’s going on with you?’
‘Surprised you care.’ He snarled, pushing his food around his plate with his fork.
‘Fuck you, Francisco. Of course, I care.’ You spat, slapping the table with your hand and making him jump.
You weren’t expecting him to cry.
‘She’s pregnant.’ He said, taking you by surprise.
‘And you’re not happy? You’ve always wanted kids… what changed?’ You asked, your confusion evident.
‘I do want kids.’ He replied, lip trembling ‘She doesn’t.’ He continued ‘She’s booked herself in for a termination next week.’
‘What?’ Your heart shatters ‘Did she even consult you?’
He simply shook his head and you felt your anger bubbling beneath the surface again.
‘I was over the moon when she told me.’ He affirmed, pushing his place away and leaning back in his chair ‘I practically sobbed with joy but then she told me that she was terminating it. Said she’d never wanted kids and that it was the best thing. No kid deserves two junkie parents.’
‘But you’re clean… Aren’t you?’
‘Yes.’ He replied, slightly exasperated ‘And I would do everything in my power to remain clean for that kid.’ He paused, sniffing as he wiped away his tears ‘I begged her to reconsider but she refused. Said that if I couldn’t support her decision then she didn’t want to be with me.’
‘Frank-.’
‘I thought this was it.’ He stated ‘I thought I’d finally found someone I could be myself with, raise kids with.’ His works sting more than he’ll ever know ‘I didn’t think after… After them that I’d ever get a chance to be a dad. I guess I never will.’
You have to push your pain to one side and comfort him. He and his ex had been expecting, he’d been so excited but after Santi had dragged him on a job in South America that had resulted in the death of his commanding officer and them all leaving empty-handed, he’d returned to learn that she’d lost it and left him. You were sure that had contributed towards his downward spiral into drugs, little did you know, he’d had a problem before that. He’d hidden it so well for so long.
‘Frankie I know you’re destined to be a dad.’ You said softly, taking your hands in his ‘You’ll find the right woman one day.’
‘I haven't left her.’ He said suddenly ‘I love Lucy. I just need some time to grieve the baby.’
‘Frank-.’
‘I love her Arce.’ He stated ‘We can work past this.’
You leave at that.
~
You cried yourself to sleep when he’d moved in with her. You’d helped him pack, drove boxes over to her in your car but you’d hadn’t stayed when they invited you in, unable to bear being around him a moment longer. After that, you ignored his attempts to contact you. Didn’t answer the door when he came knocking. You just let yourself fall into a dark depression, one you didn't think you’d ever recover from and you didn’t expect Benny to be the one that pulled you out of it.
‘What’s going on sweetheart?’ He asked, holding you as you sob into his chest.
‘I’m just so alone.’ You sobbed ‘I’m the plain friend that everyone relies on but no one loves. God, I’ve not been asked on a date in years. My life is a mess and now Frank’s gone and I’m all on my own.’
‘You’re gorgeous babe.’ He said, placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head ‘Anyone would be lucky to have you on their arm.’
‘You don’t need to be nice to me Benny.’ You chuckle, pulling away from his now tear-stained chest to look at him ‘I know I’m not desirable. I never have been.’
Ben looked at you with a troubled expression, unable to believe that someone so beautiful could be so neglected and feel so unappreciated. He’d had a thing for you since Frankie had first introduced you to them all but he’d never acted on it. You were Frank’s best friend after all. You were off-limits.
‘You’re one of the most beautiful women I know.’ He stated, tucking some of your stray hair behind your ear ‘You deserve the world.’
You stared at each other for a moment, your eyes dropped to his lips and his gaze followed suit. The air shifted as he cupped your cheek with his large hand, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek as your eyes locked with each others' again. Then he leaned in and he kissed you, smiling when you gasped in surprise.
It was soft at first, chaste but as you shifted closer to him, legs straddling his lap, he deepened it and you moaned as your tongues dance. It was then a blur of touches, moans and the removal of clothes but the next moment you were truly aware of was him sheathing himself inside of you, kissing you sweetly as you gasped at the stretch.
‘You okay?’ He asked softly, blue eyes searching for anything that told him you didn’t want this but you simply nodded and pulled him into a hungry kiss.
‘Move please.’ You begged ‘Fuck me, Benny…. Please.’
That's all the permission he needed and he started to cant his hips, pushing himself as deep as he could go before withdrawing and slamming back. His pace was slow at first, unhurried, but as your moans grew filthier and filthier he sped up his thrusts, hitting that sweet spot with every movement.
‘Fuck I’m gonna cum.’ You whined, nails digging into the muscles on his back and it spurred him on ‘Fuck…’
‘Let go.’ He growled against the shell of your ear and you did.
You screamed as he made you cum hard, dragging him right along with you and after a few more thrusts to prolong your high’s he collapsed on the couch beside you, kissing you languidly as he stroked your cheek.
‘Let me take you out.’ He said, bumping your nose with his.
‘Okay.’ You replied, grinning at him as you kissed him again and wrapped your hand around his length, pumping him lazily ‘But first, we’re doing that again.’
~
‘You’re bringing your girlfriend to guys night?’ Questioned Will as he sipped from his beer.
‘I’m crazy about her boys.’ He replied, smiling like a loon as he thought about you.
You’d fucked twice more that night before you’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms, the sex that following morning being the best of all. That evening he took you to dinner and then again the day after that and you quickly fell into a relationship that had you feeling happier than you'd ever been. You’d both decided to keep it a secret at first, just take each day as it came but after being together for 4 months you decided that it was time to reveal to the boys but you were scared of how Frankie would react. The two of you hadn’t spoken much after he’d moved out.
‘Fine but if you’re bringing your squeeze then Fish should bring Lucy. Not fair for the poor girl to sit with three guys all night.’
‘Fish? Think Lu would come?’ Asked Benny, eyes wide and eager.
‘Don’t see why not.’ He replied with a shrug ‘She’s wanted to come out with us for ages so…’
‘Great then that's settled.’ Replied Ben, beaming as he sipped his beer.
He just hoped Lu’s presence would take away from the fact his girlfriend was you.
~
You sat in the booth, clinging to Ben’s hand for dear life. Your heart was pulsing in your throat, hands shaking as you watched the door for the others to arrive. Will had texted to say he’d be about an hour late but Frankie had confirmed he was running on time. You'd both decided to arrive a little early to get a round in, a little liquid courage you'd supposed. When Frankie walked in, Lucy behind him you felt your stomach twist in knots.
‘Sorry, we’re a little late.’ He said, not looking up as he shoved his keys in his pocket ‘Traffic was crazy…' He trailed off as he looked up, seeing you at Ben’s side ‘What are you doing here? Where's your girlfriend Ben?’
Ben simply put his arm around your shoulders, smiling at Frankie nervously and giving your hand under the table a squeeze.
‘You two?’ He question, motioning between you both with his pointer finger ‘You two are together?’
‘Yes.’ You replied simply, unable to hide the wobble in your voice.
‘Are you fucking serious?’
‘Fish-.’
‘My best friend Ben… Really?’
‘I’m crazy about her man.’ He stated ‘We kept it quiet because we were scared to tell you but we’ve been dating for coming up to five months so we felt it was time you knew.’
‘I managed to get away early. Boss was… wha-‘ Will’s mouth dropped open when he saw his brother’s arm around your shoulders ‘You two?’
‘Yes us two.’ Growled Ben ‘We’ve been dating for almost five months, things are amazing and we thought it was time to make it public.’ He finished, rolling his eyes.
Frankie was glued to the spot, hands shaking as he stared at Ben’s arm around you and h.e felt something he’d not experienced before with you. Jealousy... and he wanted nothing more than to rip Ben off of you and pull you into his arms.
‘Babe?’ Piped up Lucy as she tugged on his sleeve ‘You want a beer?’
‘Uh - Yeah…’ He replied, shaking his head before slipping down onto the bench beside him ‘Thanks, baby.’
She gave him a sweet peck on the cheek and made her way to the bar, leaving him to return to staring at you and Ben.
‘Well, I for one am over the moon for you both.’ Said Will, grinning ‘You look really good together.’
‘Going to make beautiful babies.’ Ben joked and Frankie felt his stomach drop, noting the glint in your eyes as you beamed at the younger Miller.
‘Bit soon isn’t it?’ Boomed Will, letting out a breath chuckle.
‘Nothing wrong with thinking about the future.’ You stated, sticking your tongue out at Will before turning your head towards Ben and kissing him sweetly.
Frankie wanted to leave. He didn't want to stay here and watch you kiss his friend but he knew he had no right to be jealous. He was with Lucy. He'd picked her.
~
‘Of all the people you could date, why her?’ Yelled Frank, feeling his anger overflowing ‘Why her Ben?’
‘Why does it matter?’ He shouted back.
‘She’s my best friend!’
‘Who you’ve barely seen since you moved out!’ Spat Ben ‘She was so fucking depressed man. You’d left and she felt so alone. Did you ever show her that you appreciated what she did for you when you lived with her? Tell her she was beautiful? Tell her what she meant to you? Because she thinks she is the plain friend, doomed to be alone.’ Ben paused, scrubbing his hand over his face as he glanced at the restroom door ‘I have been into her for years. I held off because I knew she was your best friend but I couldn’t hold back any longer. She’s amazing and I’m falling hopelessly in love with her Fish. She deserves the world and I intend to give that to her.’
Frankie stood there with his mouth agape. He’d realised at that moment how selfish he’d been. He’d never made you feel appreciated, loved. He’d ignored your pain and now he knew that fact his mind was replayed the moments it had slipped out. He’d been so blind to it but now it was too late. He was too late.
Frankie Morales was in love with you… and he’d lost you to Ben.
When they'd returned to the table, Frankie had remained fairly silent as he desperately tried to quieten the anguish in his heart. He wished he'd never realised what he felt, he wished he'd remained ignorant of it but he knew he didn't really love Lucy. He never had.
~
Your heart raced with a mixture of nerve and excitement as Ben fucked you against the wall of the locker room. You could have been caught at any moment but you'd found yourself begging him for it before he’d lifted you by the back of your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing your underwear to the side and slipping his throbbing length into your heat, silencing your moans with his mouth.
‘You gotta be quiet for me baby.’ He whispered, lust blown eyes locked with yours ‘Fuck you’re so beautiful.’ He panted as he rocked his hips, hitting that spot perfectly with each thrust of his strong hips.
‘F-fuck.’ You moaned, biting your bottom lip to stifle the filth that wanted to slip from your lips.
You could feel yourself fast approaching your orgasm and you latched onto his shoulders as your forehead fell against his, eyes remaining fixed on him
‘I love you.’ You whispered, smiling at the grin that swept across his face.
‘Fuck… I love you too baby.’ He replied, increasing his pace as he desperately tried to make you cum before him.
Frankie stepped into the locker room but stopped in his tracks when he heard it. Laboured breathing, stifled moans and he peeked around one of the lockers to see Ben fucking you against the wall. Your forehead was resting against his, mouth hanging open, knuckles white as you gripped onto his shoulders.
Then he heard it.
‘I love you.’
‘Fuck… I love you too baby.’
He managed to drag himself away after that, ears just catching your moans as you climaxed and he felt his heart break. Seeing you with him like that being the final nail in the coffin for him.
You couldn’t hold back the pleasured sob that escaped your lips as he made you cum, his release following straight behind yours and you kissed his deeply as you clutched onto him tightly, willing your heart to slow.
‘Fuck that was hot,’ Chuckled Ben as he lowered you to your feet ‘Good thing the boys didn’t arrive early.’
‘Would you have stopped?’ You question as you gave him a devilish grin.
‘Not sure I’d be capable of stopping.’ He replied ‘You feel too good.’
‘Mmm good answer.’ You replied as you pulled up your panties and kissed him sweetly ‘Love you.’ You said against his lips ‘Feels good to tell you that.’
‘Feels good to hear it.’ He replied, kissing the tip of your nose.
‘Look who I found making a run for it.’ Stated Will as he emerged from behind the lockers, arm slung around Frankie’s shoulders.
‘Where were you going?’ Asked Ben as he sat on one of the benches in the centre of the room and started to wrap his hands ready for the fight.
‘I uh…’ His eyes locked with yours and you saw something in them that makes your stomach twist Did he see us?
‘I don’t feel well.’ He stated, lifting his cap to adjust his hair underneath.
‘Nothing a beer can't fix.’ Will stated, pulling Frankie towards him and started to head to the ring ‘Meet you guys in there.’
You nod, watching as he led Fish away and then you turned to Ben with a mortified expression.
‘What?’ He asked upon seeing it.
‘I think he saw us.’ You replied plainly, hands shaking as you studied Ben’s reaction.
‘Fuck.’
~
You were dragged away from Ben’s lips by a knock at the door, the younger Miller groaning as you got off of his lap and padded across the room to your front door, taken aback by who you found standing there.
‘Lucy?’
‘Is Frankie here?’ She asked, her tone a little panicked.
You took her in. She looked unwell, a familiar gloss coating her eyes and you knew she was high.
‘No.’ You replied plainly, unable to hide your distaste at the state she was in ‘Why?’
‘We broke up a few weeks ago.’ She started, taking both you and Ben by surprise as he came up behind you ‘We’ve been texting the past few days. He was sad about something, has been sad for a few months now. He was supposed to come by today to grab the last of his things but he never showed. I tried calling but he isn’t answering. I’m worried about him. Thought maybe he’d come here.’
‘Where has he been living since he moved out?’ Ben asked, snaking his arm around your waist and giving you a friendly squeeze.
‘He found a flat.’
‘What's the address?’ He asked, grabbing the sticky notes and pen from your side table and noting it down as Lucy said it ‘Right. We’ll let you know if we hear from him. Go home and wait. He may still turn up. We’ll go check his apartment.’
Lucy nodded, her whole body trembling from a mixture of worry and need for her next fix. You recognised it, seen Frankie go through it and you felt a flicker of sympathy for her. She did really care about him. Ben called her a cab and saw her off before you both jumped into his truck and headed to the address she had given you, leg bouncing nervously as a terrible feeling washed over you. Your stomach dropped when you arrived, his door wide open and you'd both sprinted inside to find him seizing on the floor as someone, you assumed a neighbour, was on the phone to the emergency services beside him.
‘Frankie.’ You screamed as you fell to his side, cradling his face as his body was rocked with convulsions but Ben was glued to the spot in total shock. You felt sick as you watched his face, eyes rolling back as his seizure seemed to intensify and then it seemed to stop as abruptly as it had started and you sobbed as you rested your forehead against his.
‘Hold on please.’ You begged ‘Help’s coming. Just hold on.’ His breathing becoming more and more laboured.
You were pulled away by Ben as Frankie was then swarmed by medics, the neighbour who’d been there when you'd arrived coming to stand at your side.
‘I heard a scream, like none other I’d heard before, and then a crash.’ She started ‘He’s a nice boy. Gave me a spare key after he managed to lock himself out one night shortly after moving in. I let myself in and he was just laying there…. Then he started to fit and I-.’
‘You did really well... Miss?’
‘Roberts.’ She replied.
‘Well, Miss Roberts. We can’t thank you enough.’ Said Benny as he gave her a friendly smile.
‘Please keep me updated.’ She begged ‘Here’s my number.’ She said as she handed him a card ‘I won’t rest easy until I know he’s okay.’
‘We will.’ He replied, noting you following the gurney out the door ‘I promise.’ He shouted over his shoulder as he followed, leaping into the ambulance and sitting at your side.
The next few hours were a blur. Will arrived at the hospital around half an hour after you and Ben had and now the three of your sat waiting patiently for news. Ben held you tightly, stroking your hair as you clutched to him for dear life. Lips moving in silent prayer.
‘What happened?’ Asked Will, looking at his brother.
‘Lucy turned up asking if we’d seen Fish.’ He started, placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head ‘They broke up like a month ago apparently. He’s been living in town. She gave us his address and when we turned up his neighbour was kneeling beside him as he was having a fucking seizure.’
‘Do you think?’
Ben just widened his eyes, not wanting you to know what he thought. He didn’t think it was right for you to hear it from him if his suspicions were right.
‘Who’s here for Mr Morales?’
‘We are.’ Replied Will as the three of you stood.
‘Is he?’
‘He’s alive.’ He started and you all breathed a sigh of relief ‘But he's lucky to be.’
You all looked up at him with concern and waited for him to elaborate.
‘He overdosed on Morphine.’ He stated and your hand flew up to your mouth ‘It looks to be deliberate. He took enough to cause death. He knew what he was doing.’
‘No Frankie wouldn’t do that.’ You sobbed ‘He wouldn’t try and kill himself.’
'Shhhh.' Hushed Ben as he pulled you into him, stroking your hair in an attempt to soothe you.
‘He went into respiratory distress shortly after arriving but we managed to bring him back. He’s resting now and I’m confident that he’s going to recover. However we recommend that he be sectioned, his files show that he suffers from PTSD and that he’s a recovering cocaine addict. We fear he’s a danger to himself.’
‘No.’ Growled Ben ‘We’ll take care of him.’
‘Ben…’ Will scorned.
‘We’re not having him sectioned.’ He spat ‘We’ll take care of him won’t we baby?’
You nodded without hesitation.
You were allowed to see him a little while later and he’d been awake when you'd arrived but the pain in his eyes had made your stomach twist in knots. The way he’d looked at you made you feel sick to the stomach and you’d almost left, unable to bear seeing him like this.
‘Why Frankie?’ You managed to ask after a short period of silence, taking a seat beside his bed and taking his hand in yours.
‘I couldn’t do it anymore.’ He replied, choking on a sob that fell from his lips.
‘Do what?’
‘I realised too late.’
‘Frankie, what are you talking about?’ You pushed, brows furrowed in confusion.
‘I realised too late and now you love him.’
Your stomach dropped and you withdrew your hand.
‘I’m in love with you Arce.’ He declared ‘It hurts knowing you’re with him. That you love him.'
‘What are you saying Francisco?’ You grumbled ‘Are you telling me you tried to kill yourself because I’m with Ben?’
He didn’t say a word but you could read it in the look he was giving you.
‘Arce-.’
‘No, fuck you, Frankie.’ You spat, clutching your stomach as your sobs overthrew you ‘I’ve been in love with you since high school. I've borne the pain of loving someone that didn’t love me back for over a decade. It fucking hurt but never did I tried to take my own life because I couldn’t have you.’ You paused and his mouth dropped ‘Not even when you told me that when you met Lucy you'd found someone you could "be yourself around"... Those words cut me to the bone but I pushed past it and supported you. Ben is wonderful to me. He loves me. Makes me feel like a goddess. So the fact you "realised" you were in love with me after Ben and I got together… Well, that’s just shit Frankie because I love Ben. I’m finally happy after so long. This...’ You point at him and the hospital room around him ‘What you did was fucking selfish. I don’t- I can’t-.’
‘Arca.’
‘I need to leave.’ You sobbed as you got to your feet and sprinted from the room, not even stopping when Ben called your name.
You couldn’t stay here a moment longer. Not after he'd told you, you were the reason he tried to take his own life. He'd gone too far now.
~
Frankie moved in with the Miller brother for a little while after leaving the hospital. You’d avoided him, but you hadn’t told Ben what he’d said in the hospital. He’d tried to call, send several texts but you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to speak to him. He'd destroyed whatever had been left of your friendship the moment he'd swallowed those pills.
‘Fish’s really worried about you baby.’ He said softly, brushing his nose against yours ‘Baby he’s a mess. He's desperate to speak to you.’
‘I can’t.’ You replied.
‘Why the fuck not?’ Growled Ben, head shooting back ‘You two have been friends forever. He almost died baby. He needs his friends.’
‘Ask him why he did it.’ You growled, eyes darkening ‘Ask him why and then you’ll understand why I can’t speak to him.’
So that’s exactly what Ben did and Fish had been honest in answering him, leaving Ben in an impossible position.
‘The fuck you mean you’re in love with her?’ He yelled, instantly regretting raising his voice when Fish flinched ‘Is this why you freaked when you found out?’
‘No… Yes…. Sort of.’ He grumbled as he scraped a hand over his face ‘I didn’t realise until I saw your arm around her that I was… and always had been in love with her.’
Ben collapsed onto the couch, his stomach dropping.
‘She said she’d loved me since high school. I’d been blind to it until she had told me and then it had become so painfully obvious.’ He paused, eyes locking with Bens ‘But I’ve lost her to you now. She loves you.’ He hiccups ‘She deserves to be with a guy like you.’
‘Fish…’
‘Ben please.’ He begged, raising his hand to silence him ‘I know what I did was selfish but I was in a hole so deep I saw no way out. Now I’ve lost her completely.’ He threw his head into his hands and sobbed ‘I’ve fucked everything up so badly.’
From that day Ben made it his mission to repair your broken friendship. He had eventually managed to sit the two of you down, making you the both of you talk and after the two of you finally got the truth out there you were able to start to repair the tattered remains of your relationship the two of you had once treasured so much. You’d offered to let him move in again, something that Ben had actually suggested one evening over dinner. Things had been a little awkward at first, especially on the nights when Ben stayed over but as the days faded into weeks. Weeks into months. You found that you were able to fall back into the routine you'd had before, with Ben being an added extra. You'd blinked and a year had passed, your relationship with the younger Miller getting stronger and stronger. He'd moved in with you soon after the anniversary, something that Frankie appeared to take well but little did you know it was eating him alive under the surface. The selfish part of him had hoped that by the two of you living together again, that he'd have a chance to woo you but you were too in love with Ben. He'd never stood a chance. So as the months went on, Ben became more permanent and as time went on you both talked of the future, of what you both so desperately wanted.
‘I’m going to miss you.’ Ben panted against your lips as he thrust himself deep into your heat, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from you as you arched your back to urge him deeper ‘Fuck I’m going to miss you so much.’
‘I’ll miss you too.’ You whined ‘Fuck… Ben.’ You pleaded as your hands grasped at his toned ass ‘Harder… please.’
He did as you asked, increasing his pace and you moaned loudly before throwing your head back in a silent scream. It didn’t take long for him to make you cum for the third time since you'd started, growling against the shell of your ear as you bit down on his shoulder to muffle your scream.
‘Fuck baby.’ He grunted, thrusting half a dozen more times before filling you with his cum. ‘Pillow.’ He said and you grabbed one for him, raising your hips so he could slide it under.
‘You think it’ll take?’ You asked, smiling at him warmly.
‘God I hope so.’ He said as he placed a kiss on your stomach ‘Can’t wait to see you round with my baby in your belly.’
‘You’re cute.’ You giggled, pulling him into a kiss ‘Do you have to go?’
‘You know I do baby.’ He said softly, kissing you softly ‘But I promise I will be back here as soon as I can. Fish’ll take good care of you whilst I’m gone.’
‘Three weeks is such a long time.’
‘I know but think about it this way… When I come back, we can do a test and hopefully.’ He pauses to kiss you sweetly ‘It will tell us we’re going to have a family.’
‘Well, when you put it that way.’ You grinned ‘Perhaps we should do it at least once more… Just to be sure.‘
‘God yes.’ He growled as he kissed you deeply again, feeling himself growing hard again.
‘I read that doggy is an excellent position for conceiving.’ You stated, looking at him seductively 'Allows for deeper penetration.'
‘God I love you.’ He growled as he flipped you onto your front, kissing up your spine as you got onto your hands and knees.
‘Put a baby in me, Benny.’ You begged, wiggling your ass a little as you grinned at him over your shoulder.
‘Would be my pleasure.’ He purred as he pushed himself into your heat again, groaning in unison with you.
The pace he set this time was mind-numbing, the sound of his hips slapping against you only making you more aroused. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he pounded into you and you felt the coil inside you start to tighten, threatening to snap at any moment.
‘Touch yourself.’ He ordered and you shivered at the pleasure his command brought you and slipped your hand down your body and began to rub the bundle of nerves between your thighs, crying out as he started to hit your sweet spot over and over.
‘Fuck baby I’m close.’ He whined, gripping you tighter as he sped up again.
‘So am I.’ you replied breathlessly.
‘Good.’ He growled, pounding into you mercilessly and then you cum together before collapsing on the bed with him still very much inside of you.
Pulling out of you he arranged the pillow underneath your belly so your hips were raised, hoping gravity would help the process along.
‘God I can’t wait to have a baby with you.’ He panted as he laid down beside you, stroking your cheek affectionately.
You beamed at him, taking his hand in yours as you came down from your high. You prayed his seed would take, that he would return to the best news in the world. You’d both decided to keep it a secret, for now, wanting to surprise them all but little did you know that Frankie now knew. He’d walked past your door just as you’d asked Ben to put a baby in you and his heart had shattered.
He’d never get you now.
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Part 2
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oddshelbyout · 3 years
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Dance With Me // John Shelby X Fem!Reader
Summary: Your childhood friend John promises you a dance at the pub you work at but he disappears. You spend the night worried about him until he shows up at your door, wounded.
Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Description of wound (slightly graphic), Blood
Word Count: 2304
Author’s Note:
I decided I wanna write for John more so here is another one. I liked the idea but I’m not sure how it turned out, some parts can be a little too vague and rushed. I still hope you’ll enjoy it!
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Friday nights were always the busiest at the pub you worked at. You were busy filling up pints. You were also bopping your head to the song the pretty lady on top of the chair was singing.
It was a joyful night, everyone was singing and you loved Friday nights for that. You left the bar and started wiping the tables. The tables were sticky from all the spilled drinks, as usual.
As you were minding your business, enjoying the next song that lady was singing, everyone just shut up. The pub went all quiet. You heard the door close and you looked up. There stood John Shelby.
“Go ahead people, continue.” he said and people started singing again. You left the cloth you wiped the tables with on a table and ran to John. You threw yourself in his arms.
“I haven’t seen you in weeks! Where have you been?” you asked. If anyone else asked him that, he would be furious but it was you. You grew up together, you were basically a Shelby and he thought you were the only one worth telling where he was.
“Had some business in London.” he said, he held your hand and dragged you to a table. He sat down and put his tab of cigarettes on the table.
“I’m working.” you smiled. He just turned to your boss and said “She’s taking a break.” you chuckled, sat down to the chair beside him.
“I’d rather you work in one of our pubs.” he told you, the only thing you did was roll your eyes. “I’m good here, thanks though.” you said a moment later, just to fill the uncomfortable silence between you.
“So you were in London for almost 3 weeks?” John nodded to your question, that was unusual. He usually never stayed in London for that long, “It should be serious then.” you said and he nodded again.
“Is something wrong? You’re a little too silent.” you asked. “Uh no, I actually wanted to ask you if you’d like to dance.” John smiled. You didn’t know if he genuinely wanted to dance or if he just didn’t want to talk about what he did in London.
“No, I’m at work!” you said, he smiled. He wasn’t going to let you go without a dance. “Come on Y/N!” he encouraged you. You would love to dance with him but not at work.
“My shift ends in half an hour, what if we dance then?” you ask, John looks happy to hear that. He looked at his watch, he got on his feet. “I’ll be back in half an hour.” he promised and left the pub.
You got back to wiping the tables. The time passed quickly and you didn’t realise how fast. The music coming out of the record player replaced the lady’s voice, who seemed to leave.
You dropped the dirty cloth into the bucket of water. You looked around the pub and then the clock on the wall. John hadn’t came, it’s been more than half an hour.
“Is it okay if I leave?” you asked your boss. The pub wasn’t as crowded as it was earlier and it was obvious he could manage on his own.
“See you tomorrow Y/N!” he shouted behind you, “Good night.” you shouted back before opening the door. You walked down the dark alleys of the city, your steps were slow. You weren’t afraid of the dark nights of Birmingham, you knew how to protect yourself well.
When you finally got to your home, all you wanted to do was go to sleep but your mind was busy with John. Not showing up was nothing like him. He had never stood you up. If he said he’d show up and dance with you, he was going to. You could feel something was wrong.
You just changed into your night dress and went to bed immediately. You lied in your bed, closed your eyes but you couldn’t sleep. Normally you wouldn’t be worried but this time was different.
You also really wanted to dance with him. You danced together a lot when you were younger, then both of you started seeing it as something more romantic. You were best friends, you didn’t want to seem romantic.
You couldn’t sleep. You wondered where John was but also you wondered the reason behind him offering that dance. That occupied your mind so much that sleep seemed impossible.
Was it because he didn’t want to talk about London like you assumed or was it because he wanted to dance with you like you hoped? You didn’t know how long you have been trying to go to sleep either.
Your tired body started giving up and your loud thoughts faded. You were finally falling to sleep and you would if someone didn’t knock on your door.
Your eyes opened wide, you jumped out of your bed. John didn’t show up like he promised you and spent 3 weeks in London for ‘business’ so you just assumed you were in trouble.
It wouldn’t be the first time you were on a kill list because you were so close to the Shelbys. You took your paper knife from the desk in your room, it was your best choice as a weapon at that moment.
You held the knife tight and stood behind the door. “Who is it?” you said, ready to stab whoever was behind your door. “Y/N just open up!” you heard John say, he sounded like he was trying to speak with his teeth clenched.
“Thank God!” you dropped the knife on the floor and opened the door. What you saw behind the door made you take the thanks back. John stood still, blood dripping behind his white shirt. His jacket was missing and he had no gun on him.
“What the fuck happened?” you asked, you pulled him in. You shut the door and made him sit on the floor, he was losing so much blood that he was dizzy and couldn’t stand up properly.
“You fucker!” you shouted at him, John looked at you not getting why you were angry at him. He was shot on his left arm, the bullet missed his heart with only a few centimeters.
“Just take this bullet out now!” John shouted, “Don’t you have a whole family who can do that better than me?” you asked in horror. “Just do it!” he shouted back.
You ran to the living room, grabbed the single bottle of vodka you had. You handed the bottle to John but he drank it instead of showering his wound with it.
“That’s not why I gave it to you!” you shouted at him. You were sure the neighbours were going to complain a lot. You took the bottle back as soon as he finished his sip.
You sat down on your knees. You took the paper knife again, first cut the sleeves of his shirt and then poured the vodka on. “Don’t waste it, I need it!” John told you. You just chuckled and carefully put the knife on his skin.
“Yeah, drinking is more important.” you complained while you tried to dig the knife under the bullet. John screamed in pain, “I thought you were tougher than that.” you laughed.
“Shut up!” he shouted back, scrunching his face from the pain. You finally pushed the bullet out, piled the cut sleeve into a ball and started pushing it on the open wound.
You took a sip from the vodka, “I thought it wasn’t to drink.” John mumbled while still being obviously in pain. “I need it because you showed up wounded in the middle of the night and stood me up earlier.” you said and John’s face just relaxed.
“You waited for me?” he asked simply, you hated that he had the balls to ask that. You ignored the question, “You should’ve gone to Polly, I’m sure she would be better at taking it out.” John squinted his eyes.
“No I couldn’t, nobody can know I fucked up.” he said, you knew what he was talking about. He fucked the ‘business’ up with whatever he did in London. “And couldn’t let the kids see me like this.” how could you forget about John’s kids, apparently they were with Polly when he was in London.
John took the ball of shirt from you and started pushing it himself. “If you did something wrong, they’ll know sooner or later.” you said, almost pitying him. You knew very well how an angry Tommy Shelby behaved.
“I’ll tell them, just not like this.” he said but that made you a little uneasy. “So why did you come here? To put me in danger too?” you asked, still bitter about the dance.
“No because I wanted to apologise.” you took your gaze away from him. “For what?” you asked like you didn’t know. “For not being there to dance.” he said, you looked back at him.
“I thought we didn’t dance, friends don’t dance like that, remember?” you asked, trying him and searching for the answer you hoped for.
“You were willing to dance when I asked you at the pub.” you nodded, had nothing to say. “And also for not keeping my promise, you were probably worried.” he confessed, you once again nodded. “Obviously I was right to be worried.” you pointed at his left arm.
He laughed, you assumed the pain had faded. “I’m sorry Y/N.” he apologised sincerely, his impression said it all. “It’s okay, you never stood me up.” you sounded sad.
John took a deep breath, “Dance with me.” he said. You were surprised to get that offer at that exact moment. “What?” you asked, he tried to stand up but he felt too weak to do so.
“Dance with me like you promised me, I came all the way here.” he said smiling softly. “You came here because you were shot.” you answered, “So you’re not gonna dance with me?” you copied his smile and helped you get up.
“My record player is broken though.” you said while walking him to the living room in your arm. You looked down to the floor worrying about the carpets. All of your carpets now had blood stains on but it didn’t matter. One of the things Shelbys thought you was how to take blood stains off, you were in luck.
“We’ll dance without music then.” he said, he stopped pushing on his arm even though it was still bleeding. He wrapped his arms around you even though it caused him pain.
You started looking deep into his green eyes, they hadn’t changed a bit since the day you first met him. Neither of you were over the age of 10, kids playing together, sharing anything. Your parents passed away and your aunt who was your guardian was absent. You grew inside the Shelbys and that was the best thing that happened to you.
Looking deep into his eyes made you remember the day he married Martha and how happy he was. You saw the same happiness in his eyes that day. “Are you happy?” you asked him, totally unintentionally.
“I am when I’m with you.” he said and started whistling a tune. He kept whistling and you moved your body in sync with his.
“John Shelby, do you love me?” you asked and he stopped whistling. He didn’t stop dancing though. “Is that even a question?” he asked and you thought he didn’t get the exact question.
“But do you love me?” you let your arms go, you stopped dancing and stood before him like a statue. “I do.” he said, you weren’t convinced. Your brain just couldn’t accept that your love wasn’t unrequited.
“Do you love me like you loved Martha?” you asked, he licked his lips and blinked. “Maybe even more.” he confessed, your knees got weak.
You looked on your right arm, it had stains of blood from John’s wound. You still weren’t convinced that he loved you back. You thought best friends could be the only thing you’ll ever be.
“What took you so long.” you swallowed, you should’ve been happy but you weren’t. You’d rather not learn about his feelings this way. You would rather learn it at a time when he wasn’t wounded and came to you for it.
“Denial.” he said, “I didn’t believe we could be anything other than friends.” he confessed. Hearing that made you smile, you didn’t even realise you were smiling until he copied yours.
“So what now?” Do I let you kiss me?” you raised your eyebrows and asked. “Yes and maybe more?” he divided his lips like he was asking for the kiss.
“I just took a bullet out of you!” you exclaimed, “That never stopped me!” he replied back. You laughed, “Fucking hell!” you gave up and pushed your lips on his.
This was surprisingly your first kiss with him. As teenagers you two had debated if you should try kissing but that seemed too dangerous for both of you. Neither of you wanted to risk your friendship.
What made you risk your friendship at that moment was a mystery. You didn’t think a moment about that because after that one moment of shock, you were finally happy to get that confession.
His lips were better than what you imagined. They were soft even though they looked rough and chapped. His lips were cold most likely because of all the blood he lost.
You parted from him to take a breath and slipped an “I love you.” before you kissed him again. Knowing he wanted more, you didn’t care about his wound and pushed him on the couch. You knew exactly what he wanted and you would give it to him.
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migilini · 3 years
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Chosen Family - Sunset Curve
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summary: The boys didn’t show up for school so you and Bobby meet them in the Studio and spend the afternoon with them.
a/n: The JATP Discord Server I’m in gave me this Idea :) Prob gonna wrote more little blurbs about 1995 Sunset Curve.
words: 1.8k
warnings: pure friendship fluff
Requests are open
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“Are they here?” you asked Bobby who sat next to you in biology, your pent tapping the desk impatiently. He shook his head and took out his notebook “I don't know I haven't seen most of them today.”
“Okay, if they’re not here at lunch, I'll skip for the afternoon and see if they’re still alive,” you grumbled. Bobby let out a loud laugh “You know that it isn't your responsibility?”
“I know but it's our job as friends to care. And this is just my way to do so.” you shrugged your shoulders and flipped through the book to find the right page.
"Sure this has nothing to do with the big test this afternoon?" You gave Bobby an offended look.
“Miss Y/L/N and Mister Wilson would you like to share your conversation with the class?” Miss Kluster scolded, crossing her arms over her blue blouse, a thigh frown on her red lips as she looked at the teenagers angrily.
“No Miss.,” the friends said simultaneously.
“Good. Then be quiet now. The class has started.”
You and Bobby looked at each other with a smirk, you rolled your eyes slightly while he scrunched his nose.
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You let your tray fall on the table, making the only other person sitting and the food on it jump. “Woah! Why so aggressive? Guessing Alex wasn't in English?”
"Nope." You shook your head and popped the p with slight annoyance. “Did you have more luck?” Bobby shook his head. You sighed and packed your lunch into your bag. You looked at him expectantly "You coming with?" He shoved the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and mumbled something that you took as a yes. He clumsily tried to get up while simultaneously packing the rest of his things and nearly fell backwards off the bench.
Getting out of school wasn't hard, especially when you’ve skipped several times and knew where the teachers normally stood to watch, not that you ever skipped school to hang out with your musician friends. You and Bobby sneaked around the teachers' room and took the long way around the gymnasium, only to climb out of the boys' locker room window and then run over the football field to the parking lot where his car stood.
“Let's be honest here, you also wanted me to go because you don't have a car.” Bobby realised once the two of you sat comfortably in his car. In fake pain, you held a hand to your chest. “I would NEVER use you like a free taxi. I normally ask Reggie but he isn't here so…”
Bobby gave your shoulder a light shove before turning the music louder and driving off.
“I heard you crying loud, all the way across town. Cause you been searching for that someone. And it's me out on the prowl” you started to sing along to the Greenday song blaring from the radio station. Scrolling down the window, you held your hand out, embracing the warm summer air. Your hair flying wildly around your face.
You always did something like that, needing the feeling of being free, “I think it's the closest thing to being able to fly.” you always told the boys when they made a side comment.
Bobby drummed along to the song, his fingers tapping the steering wheel with force. When the chorus came, you smiled over at Bobby and turned the volume even higher. At a red stoplight, he lightly turned to you and you both screamed the lyrics at the top of your lungs.
A couple of minutes later, the car slowed down about a couple of houses down the street from the studio. The two of you got out and walked closer, trying hard to blend in. “I swear to god if Miss Lilith snitches on us again…”
“She’s on vacation I think.” Bobby interrupted your sentence about his nosy neighbour that always seemed to know when you should've been in school. Still, you didn't want to take any chances and ducked behind bushes before you were in the safe space in front of the studio.
“It’s quiet,” Bobby muttered to you, his ear pressed to the wood door. “What if they starved to death?” you whispered to him, now your ear pressed against the door as well.
“Or they’re still asleep?”
“It’s a bit late, even for them.”
“Maybe they went home?” you shot Bobby a troubled glance.
“Or we just went on a walk.” a voice suddenly said, behind you two, making you and Bobby clutch to each other with a scream.
“Jesus Christ! Guys do you want us to die?” you scolded the three grinning boys in front of you.
“I missed you guys too!” Reggie embraced you and Bobby in a bone-crushing hug, whilst the others walked back into the studio.
Luke plopped down on his couch, your school bag already in his hands. “What do we have in here?” he questioned out loud and rummaged through the food you brought with you. He took out a yoghurt and threw it into Alex’s direction who caught it with ease, then he threw Reggie an apple and a chocolate bar and for him, he took out half of the sandwich from your lunch. The other half he held out in your direction.
“Oh no thank you, Luke. I’m good.” you tried to wave it off “I brought it for you guys.” But his eyes only darkened slightly, his half of the sandwich poking out of his mouth and he waved the sandwich again so you took it with an eye roll.
Whenever you skipped school to hang out with them, the topic of school was forbidden. They knew that you and Bobby only wanted the best for them, a healthy home life, an education, a change other than music to move out and you knew that it was very hard to basically live on the streets and have missing signs all over the city or parents that always fight or won't accept you for who you really are. So the topic never came up and every time you told yourself that you would bring it up next time, that you had to discuss this and every time you didn't.
The group sat quietly in a circle, some on chairs and couches but most chose to sit on the ground. Your head rested on Alex’ stomach, his hands playing with your hair. Meanwhile, Bobby was half asleep on the couch, Reggie played random chords on his bass and Luke was rapidly writing down stuff in his notebook.
“Y/N?” Reggie's voice shattered the quiet and you were reminded that you were not chilling alone. Lifting your head you looked over at your friend “Yes Reg?”
“Uhm...could you maybe...uhm give me a haircut? I would need money for that and for money I would have to go home and that is something that I don't want to do especially after…” he rambled on. You quickly got up and crouched in front of him, your hands resting on his knees.
“I can try.” you chuckled “Last time I cut Lukes he didn't complain too much so let's try!” you patted his knee assuringly.
So you stood, a couple of minutes later, behind one of your best friends who was currently describing how he wanted his hair. He sat in a chair, an old plastic bag pulled over his head, his arms gesturing wildly how long what should be.
You, on the other hand, tried really hard to listen to his wishes while clutching a bottle with water and a, what you guessed was in fact not a haircut scissor, scissor in the other hand.
You shot Alex a look, silently asking him to memorize the steps as well. “Luke was definitely a simpler client,” you said under your breath but the others still heard.
“I’m sorry I care about my looks!” Reggie exclaimed and crossed his arms childishly. You leaned down to his ear and whispered “That’s why you're the cutest but don't tell the others okay?” that was all it took for him to sit up straight again, a big toothy smile plastered on his freckled face.
With a little frown on your face and the tip of your tongue slightly sticking out, you began to cut Reggie's hair. He wanted it longer on top, but the hair in the back of his head must be a bit shorter than his fringe, the sides had to be short but not so short that you could see his skull and he wanted a fade but not a big fade. The sounds of metal cutting hair filled the room.
“Guys listen to this bridge,” Luke spoke up, maybe a bit too loudly for the others' taste. Bobby grunted from his sleeping position, shot Luke the finger and went back to sleep.
“Luke! That scared me I could’ve cut Reggie's ear off!”
“But did you?” he remarked. As a joke you pulled on both of Reggie's ears lightly “Nope, they still seem pretty attached to his head.”
Luke showed you guys a song he called ‘Bright’ “It’s clearly not done and we still need the rest of the instruments but whatcha think?”
Alex patted Luke’s shoulder “I love it, man!”
“Sounds dope!”
“It’s good. I like it wery musch” you muttered with a comb in your mouth, focused on the boy with hair in front of you.
“And we’re done!” you announced and held your hands away as if you just participated in a bake-off. Reggie jumped up and ran into the small bathroom at the end of the studio. Nervously, you fiddled with the comb in your right hand.
“And? How bad did I mess up?” you asked him hopefully the moment he walked back out.
“You did such a great job!” he said, a grin taking over his face yet again. “Thank you so much.” he gave you a hug.
You both knew that it wasn't perfect, it was shaggy and crooked in some places and the fade was mostly one length instead of a gradient but it looked good, was cheap, added to his rockstar image and most importantly for Reggie, you did it.
“Y/N can you cut my hair too?”
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realcube · 3 years
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his offer || nishinoya x reader
  summary: nishinoya has one night to prove to you that he’d be the best boyfriend
not a song fic! but it might seem like that at the beginning
tw// swearing, sexual references, energy drinks, lord’s name in vain, murder references, fluff, angsty, crying, skirt wearing! reader
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‘ ♪ shawty’s like a melody in my head, that i can’t keep out, got me singin’ like  ♪ ‘
You groaned, lifting your head off your essay which you fell asleep on while writing and rubbed your eyes, confused and disorientated. Not at the fact you had fallen asleep while studying - that was a fairly normal occurrence - but as to where that music was coming from? 
Surely, your neighbours hadn’t started a party at midnight - the time which you had caught a glimpse of on the My Melody clock sitting on your desk - especially because both of your neighbours were old couples but hey, you were in no position to judge their music choice.
Like any reasonable human-being, you got up from your desk and lolloped over to your bedroom window, where the music seemed to be blaring from. Once you reached the window, you opened the lock then proceed to push it open which required a lot more strength than you’d like to admit, but figured that you’d blame it on the fact you’re tired. 
You craned your neck out of the window to hiss as the chilly air suddenly nipped at your skin, then scanned the surroundings for a source of the music but there didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary: no lasers, no rave lights, no crowds of people and not a speaker in sight.
Sighing, you were just about to call it quits; blame the noises on sleep deprivation hallucinations and go to bed - until you heard a familiar voice call out to you from your back garden. 
“(Y/N)! Down here!” The voice yelled, lowering the volume of the music momentarily to guarantee that you heard their shout. 
You tossed your head back, letting out a fed-up groan as you instantly recognised who’s voice that was so when you squinted and through the darkness you saw the bi-haired boy - in his white pyjama set under his black puffer-jacket, with black trainers on - standing in your garden with a speaker on his shoulder, it only confirmed both of your suspicions; the first being that he was source of the obnoxious music that woke you up. 
The second suspicion being that the voice belonged to none other than the boy who has been on your ass for the last few months - Yū Nishinoya. 
“Oh my god.” You muttered, rubbing your temples, desperately trying to process the sight you had laid your eyes on - was he seriously blaring music outside your house right now? At midnight? “Nishinoy--”
“What?!” The boys screamed, cupping his ear to show that he was struggling to hear you due to the distance between you both but mostly because of the loud music which was blasting in his other ear and throughout most of the neighbourhood. 
“Turn the fucking music down!” You shrieked, something about the ear-splitting volume of the music causing your blood to boil. 
Nishinoya chuckled, complying with your request and in fact turning the speaker off all together, “As you wish, m’lady.” He joked, setting his speaker down on the bit of concrete just by the back door of your house, “Is it alright if I just leave this here for now?”
You quirked an eyebrow at his question, was he not going to explain to you what he was doing or were you just supposed to play it off as normal? “Sure.” You replied as if you were asking him a question. 
“Anyway,” You started, clearing your throat and attempting to regain your composure now that the music was gone. “What is the meaning of this, Nishinoya?” You inquired, resting your chin on your elbow which was perched on the windowsill. Relaxing as - knowing Nishinoya - this interaction was going to be far from brief. 
“I told you to call me Yū.” He complained, jogging back to the spot in your garden he was standing in prior to placing his speaker down, as from there he got an excellent view of your gorgeous moonlit face. “I’m here to make you an offer.” 
You let out another exasperated sigh as it was one of the only reactions you had enough energy to give. If it was anybody else, you would’ve just told ‘em to fuck off and went to bed but it was Nishinoya and something you’ve learned after months of dealing with his antics and endless advances, is that it is easier to listen to him than get him to leave you alone. “What’s your offer, Yū? Also, be quick about it.”
“Okay,” He began with a wide grin, chuffed to see that you’re actually conversing with him for a change, instead of just ignoring his whole existence. “I know you said that you’d never go out with me but I’m here to change your mind--”
His offer was interrupted by your murmur of disapproval from above, but he brushed it off with a chuckle and continued explaining his plan to make you fall in love with him. 
“Just an hour; that’s all I need! I won’t waste your time! And I chose tonight because it’s not a school night, I know how much you hate staying up late when you have school the next day!” 
A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips at the naïve boy’s reasonings -which you attempted to hide with your sleeve, you didn’t want him to think that you were the slightest bit charmed by his proposal. “Yū.” You mumbled, looking down at him with eyes filled with empathy. “I- I don’t know--”
It was clear that Noya’s offer wasn’t especially tempting yet, so he had no choice but to pull out the big guns. “If you come with me tonight, I’ll never annoy you ever again, on god!” 
You blinked a few times at what he just said - it seemed too good to be true. This drastically increased your chances of accepting his proposition but you still needed to be filled in with some information, “What are we going to do?”
Noya beamed, his pearly whites almost blinding you, “That’s a surprise!”
You rolled your eyes, mentally comparing the pros and cons of accepting his offer; the main pro being the fact he promised to leave you alone afterwards and Noya wasn’t one to purposefully break a promise.
The fatigue weighing on your mind wasn’t helping you conclude your decision either, hence resulting in you taking around a minute to think about it and once you eventually snapped out of your unrelated thoughts, you just blurted out the answer which had apparently been waiting on the tip of your tongue the whole time.
“Uh- fine.” You uttered, your reply causing Noya to pump his fist into the air with a bright smile on his face, “Yes!” He let out a celebratory cry, along with a little happy dance which made your heart flutter - not that you’d ever admit it though. 
“Alright.” You giggled, playfully scoffing at his actions as you hastily went to close your window, “I’ll be out in a moment--”
“Wait, (Y/N)!” 
You immediately halted in your tracks, “Yes?” You quirked an eyebrow at his sudden interjection, yet you were hardly surprised as random outbursts were far from uncommon for him.
“Make sure to wear shoes that are easy to run in.” He said, devilry laced in his voice as he tried his best - but failed - to resist a mischievous smile forming on his lips.
His comment was a tad suspicious but you thought nothing of it since it was coming from Noya - he probably just wanted to play tag or something. Locking the window, you swiftly turned on your heels, grabbed your coat and rushed to your backyard. 
Nishinoya probably chose the best day for his shenanigans as your parents were both abroad for a business trip and - since they had no reason not to - they trusted you to be left home alone, meaning that it’s not like you’d have to sneak by them on your way out or anything.
As you approached you back door, you realised that you had very limited choices when it came to shoes; that is, if you wanted to leave quickly. Lying by the back door were you school shoes, your gym shoes and a pair of flip flops; the favourable option was obvious. 
You slid on your gym shoes while internally scolding yourself for falling asleep in your tight, uncomfortable school clothes then you proceeded to jingle your keys around in the lock until you were able to slip outside and glance at Noya, who had taken a seat on the paving next to the door. 
Once he noticed your arrival, he hopped to his feet and that was when you noticed the bag - which was almost the same size as him - slung over his shoulders. “Hey, what’s the bag for?” You inquired, momentarily averting your gaze from it onto him as you noticed he had his arms wide open for a hug.
Perhaps it was the sleepless euphoria, or maybe it had something to do with the dreamy ambience held by the dark lunar night; but either way, it convinced you to do something you would never even consider doing in any other situation. You leaned in and snaked your arms around Noya’s chest, allowing him to hold you in his embrace for a solid 5 seconds - the best 5 seconds of his life.
Although you hated yourself for feeling this; something about the way the outline of his muscles flexed against your back and the tingling sensation of his warm breath against the soft skin of your neck caused an unfamiliar emotion - perhaps slight arousal but mostly admiration - to shoot through your body.
Feeling something so foreign made you immensely uncomfortable so jerked away from the hug before your brain had any time to process it. 
After you pulled away, it took a moment for the overwhelming bliss Noya felt to subside - and you could tell by his starry-eyes - but once it did, he gave you a somewhat straight answer to question you asked prior to the embrace. “Oh, the bag? It’s got all the the things we need for tonight in it: snacks, money, my Switch, a blanket, a ball, a first aid kit, a fake ID and just a few other things.” 
You snickered, hardly able to imagine what those ‘few other things’ were but knowing Noya, he was sure to surprise you; that’s one of the things you loved about him. 
However, you knew that if you ended up falling for him, it’d completely ruin your grades. If you were with Noya you’d probably end up going out on these little adventures every single night and although you weren’t opposed to the concept, in reality you needed to study as you were quite ambitious and the university you aspired to get into required nothing less than perfection in terms of GPA. 
So, it’s not like you didn’t have any romantic interest in Nishinoya - in fact, you’ve kinda had a crush on him since the beginning of the school year - it’s just that you knew it would be in both of your best interests if you remained friends. You’ve tried to explain that to Noya several times but he simply didn’t understand and he didn’t try to either, which is what irked you. Thus, you stopped your feeble attempts to reject him in a kind manner and moved on to just blocking him out entirely.
However, a new problem was afoot. Both you and Noya were coming into this ‘date’ with completely opposing incentives; he wanted to make you fall for him and you had to do everything in your power to suppress your feelings for him but if he continues being so damn sweet, that’s gonna make things a whole lot trickier for you. 
“Alright.” Noya chirped with his signature daring smile, “Let’s go! Follow me.”  He instructed, grabbing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours before guiding you to the front gate of your house. Upon noticing how the gate was hanging wide open, you realised that your stupid-ass forgot to lock it, meaning that anybody could’ve waltzed right in. Noya seriously chose the best day to pull this little stunt. 
Your breath hitched slightly as he kept his cold fingers in with yours but you didn’t protest as this would be a great starting point in convincing yourself that you weren’t in love with Noya; his strong, possessive grip definitely did not make you blush and the way he caressed his thumb gently against the back of your hand resulted in mighty rage bubbling in your stomach - not butterflies - rage!
The pair slipped passed the gate and he paused in his tracks, momentarily releasing his grip on your hand to allow you to lock the gate behind you. But as soon as you finished, he immediately took your hand back with his own and began swinging it back and forth as he led you to an unknown destination.
You giggled at his childish - yet cute - action but the fun was short-lived as your blood ran cold as the romantic aura which was blinding you at first finally lifted, hence the reality of the situation hit you like a truck; Noya was taking you a location which he refused to disclose, he carried a large bag which could easily fit a body inside, he had taken you out alone in the dead of night, he had a powerful grip on your hand so you couldn’t run away and worst of all, because you were in a rush to leave, you forgot to bring your phone.
Of course, a large part of you doubted that Nishinoya - Karasuno’s guardian deity and #1 simp - had murderous intentions behind his actions, it was surely just all one big coincidence. However, it’d put you at ease if you mentioned it, “Yū, um, I kinda forgot my phone at home.”
Noya sensed the anxiety in your voice and in all honesty, he couldn’t blame you. He was aware that what he was doing was suspicious - to say the least - and he wanted to give you more clarity on what he was happening but he thought it’d be more engaging if he built up some suspense. “Oh, um, I mean, if you want, we can turn back so you can grab it but I also brought my phone, you can have mine if it’d make you less worried.”
You tensed your whole body at his suggestion, ‘don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall!’ you internally commanded yourself before shifting your attention onto your options. It’d certainly calm your nerves to have access to any mobile device you could use to call for help, but there were a few holes in his plan, “Well, that’d be nice..but what if I lose you and you need to phone someone?”
Nishinoya simply rolled his eyes as a cocky chuckle erupted from his throat, “As if! Why would I ever need to do that?”
“In so many situations: you could have a heart attack, injure yourself, set something on fire, throw-up, get possessed, be struck by lightening, fall in a river, get jumped--”
“That’s silly.” Noya scoffed, ignoring the fact you suggested he could be struck by lightening despite the fact that there was not a cloud in sight, instead he chose to focus on how you insinuated that someone could possibly assault him. “I could be jumped? Ha! In your dreams! If someone shady comes up to me - or you - I’ll give ‘em one of these-” Nishinoya jumped into an offensive stance and aggressively uppercutted the air, “And one of these too!” He followed up with a swift roundhouse kick before planting both of his feet on the ground and looking at you with sincere eyes, “Trust me, (Y/N). I won’t let any creeps lay a finger on either of us tonight - or ever.” 
You couldn’t help but smile at how eager he was to protect you; it made your heart flutter more than you’d like to admit. Also, upon seeing how keen Noya was to fight - plus, remembering that you had taken those 5 years of karate lessons for a reason - put your mind at ease slightly. 
Still, you were tempted to accept all the safety you could get your hands on. “That’s sweet, Yū. But if it isn’t an issue, could I keep your phone in my jacket pocket?”
Noya unzipped his jacket so he could reach into the pockets of his pyjama bottoms to grab his phone and once he did, he presented it to you, “If it’ll make you feel less tense, then take it.” He single-handedly zipped his jacket back up while shooting you a kind grin which caused your body to do the thing again.
Your expression softened as your gaze met his and in that moment, everything felt right; you weren’t stressing over exams, you weren’t thinking about your chores, you weren’t fretting over your friend group drama, all you worries seemed to just dissolve away into the background - in that moment, it was just you and Nishinoya, appreciating each others company on a empty country road.
But perhaps you appreciated his company for a bit too long as he snapped you out of your trance by teasing you, “Oh, you’re falling for me already?~ We haven’t even arrived at the surprise yet.” 
You blinked rapidly, instantly scowling and rolling your eyes at his silly comment - which you knew deep-down was true but let’s conceal those feelings for a bit longer. “Uh, no. I just zoned-out thinking about..how stupid you look in those pyjamas.”
Nishinoya gasped in an exaggerated manner before sticking his bottom lip out to form a pout, “I didn’t have time to change.” He dropped the first excuse that came to his mind before glancing at the phone which was still waiting patiently on the palm of his hand. “Are you gonna take it or?” 
You nodded, carefully picking up his phone and sliding it into your jacket pocket, “Thank you, Yū.” You muttered, tucking it in as deep as you could to secure it so it wouldn’t fall out. “I had no idea you were into Pokémon--” You said in reference to his lockscreen which lit up when your finger accidently grazed the power button. If you were ignorant enough, you probably could’ve mistaken his background for just a bunch of words written in a red font but in reality, those words were connected in such a way that they formed the outline of a Charmander.
Noya’s eyes widened at your comment, ‘Shit, I forgot to change my background- she probably thinks I am a nerd like Tsukishima now or something-’ he mentally rebuked himself, desperately scanning his surroundings to find a topic he could just blurt out to pretend as if he didn’t hear your comment. 
Fortunately for him, the ‘portal’ to the desired destination finally came into vision, so he hurriedly grabbed your hand again and bolted towards - what looked like to you - the entrance of the Forrest. “C’mon, (Y/N)! I can’t wait for you to see where we’re going!” 
You laughed at how obviously he tried to dismiss your comment and change the subject, but you excused that part for now and focussed all your attention on trying to match Noya’s pace without letting your school skirt fly up in the wind. 
So you continued to sprint up to the entrance of the Forrest with Noya but as soon as you passed the first tree, you paused to catch your breath and squeezed Noya’s hand, communicating that he should stop too. “Wait, Yū.” You panted, taking a moment to admire the new scenery you had been introduced to. “You’re too fast.” 
You hummed, tossing your head back to inspect your surroundings; which was predominantly Cryptomeria japonica trees that stretched up to meet the sky, creating a mystical yet mysterious atmosphere. There was also the distant song of flowing water which rang throughout the Forrest, and that was seemingly the only thing to be heard - besides you and Noya’s puffs - as the Forrest was known for lacking Fauna. 
Although you have lived near this Forrest your entire life, not only did you not know the name and opted to call it ‘the Forrest’ whenever you spoke of it - which wasn’t often - you also had never stepped foot in it before today..with Nishinoya. 
He was always pushing you out of your comfort zone, persuading you to try new things; most of which, you would never even consider doing if he wasn’t in your presence: like the time he convinced you to go on every ride at the amusement park with him and you actually kinda had fun, or the time when he insisted that you play MineCraft Bed Wars with him despite the fact you had made it clear that you hated most server games..but now you play Bed Wars every chance you get. 
Nishinoya could say the same about you though; you were constantly pushing him to be the best version of himself that he possibly could. For example, there was when he texted you saying that he was going to skip school so he asked for you to cover him but instead, you induced him to come in by telling him that his future self will thank him for having the best attendance possible. 
Before you had a moment to collect your thoughts, Noya took your hand again and guided you through the Forrest, the sound of rushing water getting louder as y’all went along. “Yū, this place is so pretty.” You mumbled, the chilly air lacing through your hair elegantly as you were dragged through the Forrest by Noya. 
“You haven’t even seen the place we’re going to have our date yet!” He exclaimed, his lips curling into a smile as you didn’t object against his use of the word ‘date’ like you normally would. 
Suddenly, he came to halt and once you caught up with him, you took a moment to study the smug expression painted on his face before following his gaze only to realise that y’all had finally arrived at his desired ‘date’ destination.
You studied the setting he had brought you to and to say you were pleasantly surprised was an understatement. 
There was long, lush green grass growing on the outskirts of a clear crystal pond which was being poured into by many miniature ‘waterfalls’ that were just water squirting out from in between the rocks decorating the far edge of the pond. Along with that, there were cute little flowers adorning the sides of the pink, checkered picnic blanket which Noya had kindly laid out beforehand. 
“Noya- it’s- this place-” You choked, absolutely lost for words at the beauty and magic that this place emitted. 
The adorable look of awe in your eyes was enough to make Noya fall for you even more, “Do you like it?” He inquired sincerely, taking off the mask of pride he wore to impress you to get your genuine reaction.
“It’s stunning, you- how did you even find this place?” You eventually managed to blurt out, turning to look at him with a gleeful grin which set his heart ablaze.
Noya shrugged, thinking back to the first time he stumbled across this serene setting and how - upon laying eyes on the bewitching sight - his immediate thought was of you. “I guess, I just followed the noise of running water.” He spoke, as if asking you the question while tapping his jaw with his index finger. 
Then, before you got a chance to take a seat for yourself, Noya pulled the moves on you which he had practising with a volleyball since he first found this place; he took your hand by tucking his index and middle finger under yours so he had access to your knuckles, then he bent over to plant a long, tender kiss on it.
That action on it’s own was enough set the tips of your ears on fire but when he looked up from the kiss so his enchanting brown eyes met your wide (e/c) ones, you felt ‘the thing’ again and shuddered yet somehow unable to bring yourself to yanking your hand away. “Yū..” was all you could choke out in a breathy voice.
He didn’t reply, instead he led you over to the blanket he had set out on the ground by the pond, sat down and let go of your hand so you could take a seat beside him. 
You went along with him, mindlessly dropping down by his right side but all while keeping your eyes glued to the breath-taking sight of the pond water glistening under the moonlight which penetrated through the slats in the canopy.  Appreciating the environment as you were well aware that it’d be a while before you were taken some place so beautiful again. 
Noya couldn’t help but chuckle at how fixated you were on the scenery, taking this opportunity to drop the line he had been refining for many weeks prior. “You’re acting as if you’ve never seen something as magnificent before  - I mean, you’ve looked in a mirror, haven’t you?” He asked, a cocksure smirk tugging at the corner of his lip as he thought he delivered that line rather smoothly.
Meanwhile, you playfully rolled your eyes, cringing slightly at how poor Noya’s acting skills were; he made it dead obvious from his clearly google searched ‘synonyms for beautiful’ use of ‘magnificent’ to the fact you just knew that there was no way he’d be able to come up with something so suave on the spot. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he had rehearsed that line many times preparatory for today but something about the thought that Noya cared enough about you to go through the effort of practising lines made your knees weak for some..unknown reason.
“Anyway,” Noya broke the deafening silence between the two of you by sliding off his bag, pulling it up to his left and rummaging through it in search of something. “I brought snacks and drinks for us.” 
“Oh, you’re too kind.” This piqued your curiosity as you sat up straight to try catch a peek inside of his bag to see what other stuff he had in there, along with what he could’ve possibly brought as a ‘snack’. 
Noya whipped his head back around to face you as he slammed two cans of Monster Energy onto the few millimetres of space on the blanket between your thigh and his, “Mango Loco for me and a Pipeline Punch for you!” He exclaimed with a foolish grin on his face which just got wider as he noticed a sweet smile gracing your features as your gaze dropped to the cans.
“How did you know Pipeline Punch is my favourite? Or was it just a guess?”
Noya snickered as you asked the question which he was praying for you to utter so he could give his ‘nonchalant’ response, “Oh, I just remembered the time at the arcade when we found a Monster vending machine and you chose Pipeline Punch - no biggie.” 
You chuckled, internally ecstatic that he would remember such a trivial detail about you but externally you were ecstatic to chug down some well-deserved Monster. You opened your can and promptly poured it down the hatch - bottoms up - taking a few audible gulps before letting out a faint ‘ah’ as the can parted from your lips. 
“That hits the fuckin’ spot.” You mused, staring blankly into the void as you felt any fatigue or sleepiness that might’ve been lingering inside your body slowly melt away, being replaced by passionate urge to..make out with someone. Shit. 
Noya guffawed at your visible enthusiasm for the beverage, which reminded him to open up his own. Gulping down the sweet taste in unison with you before sitting the can back down by his side, “I think that’s my third can today.” He said indifferently, as he turned to his bag and began hunting through it again.
Your immediate response was to gasp and luckily you didn’t have any liquid in your mouth at that moment or else it would’ve came spewing out, “Third?! Yū, that’s too much! I think this is my third can this year. You’ve seriously got issues, man.”
Noya nodded in agreement with your last statement as he tried desperately to stifle a chuckle, “I know.” He replied, then threw a bag of Doritos over his shoulder for it to land perfectly in your lap. “And here are the snacks.” 
You smiled, glancing down at the bag of chips sitting in your lap before shifting your gaze onto Noya, expecting him to turn around with a second bag of chips in his possession but instead, he was empty-handed. You quirked an eyebrow at this, knowing that Noya wasn’t the sort to give food to others without leaving some for himself, “Yū, where is your snack?” 
Noya opened his mouth, clearly about to give you a serious answer until inspiration stuck him like lightening - he just had to say it. “Sitting right next to me, why?”
You couldn’t help but titter at his stupid little joke; still, you were able to read him like a book despite not receiving a straight answer, “I’m guessing you want to share this bag then?”
“Well, yeah, it’s party-sized so I’d be surprised if you were able to finish it on your own.” 
“Is that a challenge?” You inquired, popping open the bag and twitching your nose slightly as all the ‘flavour dust’  effused from the bag sprinkled across your face, leading to you having to wipe it off with your jacket sleeve.
“No, I’m starving!” He cried as he aggressively stuck his whole arm into the bag to grab a fist-full of Doritos, pull it out and shove most of it into his mouth like the glutton he is. 
You scoffed, tossing the bag onto his lap as there was no way you were going to eat a single chip from that bag after he put his grimy, unsanitized hands in there, “Did you even wipe your hands before eating?- god knows where they’ve been!”
Noya shrugged, choosing to ignore your grimace and continue indulging himself in his bag of Chilli Heatwave Doritos which he now had all to himself. “Haters gonna hate.” He mumbled to himself through a mouthful or chips, causing little pieces to go flying everywhere.
“Haters gonna care about your health and wellbeing!” You snapped back, attempting to say that in all seriousness but a playful smile kept creeping back onto your features.
Although there was an effort made to hide it, his whole body tingled when you said that you cared. The fact that you’d admit to something like that was - in Noya’s mind - proof that you were starting to catch feelings for him. 
He couldn’t be too confident in his hypothesis just yet but he needed answers right away as your endearing little actions caused him to grow more impatient by the second; how you said you cared for him, the way you gazed blankly at the moon or the stare filled with longing that you both shared on the way here - all of those factors snowballed into a feeling which was brimming inside Nishinoya this whole time and now, he finally bursts.
He tossed the bag aside, swiping his hands against each other to remove all the ‘flavour dust’ and once he did so, he grabbed both of your shoulders and adjusted his whole body to face you, exchanging a yearning gaze similar to the one you both exchanged before arriving at the Forrest. 
You instantly flushed red like anybody would do in your situation - I mean, his face was only inches away from yours, close enough for you to feel his light exhales tickle the skin of your lips and as much as you wanted to look down, for some reason you couldn’t pry your eyes off of his. There wasn’t a word spoken between the two of you for a solid minute but the fierce look in his eyes did all the talking for him, he undoubtedly wanted to tell you something important.
Nishinoya mentally scolded himself for being so impulsive, he pulled you in before he had even mustered up the courage to say anything so now you were both intensely staring into each other’s eyes as you waited for Noya to find the right words. 
“(Y/N)-” he spluttered at last, “I obviously really really like you. And I know the night isn’t even close to over yet but I just gotta know, do I even have a chance? Is there literally anything I can do to win your heart? Or am I just fighting a losing battle?” 
You internally sighed of relief, glad that it was just about his feelings rather than your sneaking suspicion that his forceful grabbing was the first step in his plan to - quite literally - take you out. “Yū..I can’t-” You were about to explain your answer until you froze mid-sentence, realising that you didn’t even know the answer to the question yourself. 
“I’m- I’m not sure. I’m sorry.” You murmured, averting your eyes from him and lowering them to the blanket beneath y’all. In all honesty, you were ashamed to have such little control or knowledge over your emotions - you usually don’t let your feelings run wild like this but something about just looking at Nishinoya evoked something special inside you. 
“I don’t even know what to say- I guess, I’m just mortified thinking about the way I’ve treated you up until today. And how I can’t even give you an answer to the simplest of questions, an apology doesn’t even cover half of it.” You gushed, feeling something horrible weigh down on your chest and you didn’t need a therapist to figure out that it was guilt. Next thing you new, tears were streaming down your cheeks but you paid no mind to them in hopes Noya wouldn’t even notice.
However, he noticed, of course he did. The faint sobs didn’t even need to reach his ear for him to be able to sense you sadness, thus slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you in so the side of your head rested against his heart while he kept you secure with one hand on the small of your back and the other cradling your head. “Don’t cry..” He whispered, not sure how exactly to comfort people in these situations but aiming to do his best anyway. 
“I don’t think it even matters if I like you or not; you deserve someone a lot nicer than me - and someone who shares more of your interests and ambitions so y’all can skip class together and whatnot.” You butchered the last part of your excuse but so be it, he’d get the memo either way.
Nishinoya chuckled which - in the moment - seemed inappropriate but after he flopped backwards - taking you down with him - you understood why he was laughing and you’d be lying if you said a faint one didn’t escape your lips too as he fixed his position so he was laying down with your head still against his chest. “You’re silly, (Y/N). Have I ever told you why I fuss over you so much rather than any other person?”
You paused, your breath hitching slightly, “No, you haven’t, actually.” Surely that was something you’ve learned by now after the many times you’ve asked him to go simp for someone else but no; every time you tell him to do that, his response is always the same, ‘If their name isn’t (Y/N) (L/N) then I’m not gonna fuck with them.’. At the time, you thought it was a great misfortune that there wasn’t any other (Y/N) (L/N)s at you school but now that you are laying in Noya’s arms in the crisp winter air, you consider yourself lucky. 
“Well,” Noya started as he usually does when he is about to go on rambling about something, “I think we are soulmates, to be honest. I mean, two incredibly attractive people, both with immaculate music tastes - it’s basically written in the stars that we should be together. Also, we are kinda like ‘opposites attract’, y’know? Like, I am the sexy rascal and you’re the sexy librarian - I help you live your life and you help me with algebra.” He wasn’t really sure where he was going with that comparison so he just decided to leave it there, “Basically what I’m trying to say is I really like you because you are you and I am me, y’know?”
There was just something about his chatter that you found so inexplicably captivating, so you allowed a small giggle to pass your lips at his final comment. “Yū..” You cooed, feeling your eyes drift shut under the warmth and comfort of his body pressed against yours. “The only reason I didn’t want to go out with you is that I was afraid I’d mess up my GPA. But genuinely, it’s hard to give a single fuck about my grades now; you just make me so happy, Nishinoya. I can’t even begin to describe how amazing I feel tonight, especially since I’ve kinda been studying non-stop for a week or two.” 
Noya’s heart skipped a beat as he waited in anticipation for you to continue, eliciting him to prod you a bit, “So..does that mean..?”
You felt the world fade away around you - right now it was just you and Nishinoya, enjoying each others company and keep one another cozy. “Yes, Yū. I’ve officially fallen for you. Will you be my boyfriend?”
Nishinoya was simply unable to contain his rejoice and excitement so he temporarily lifted his hand from your back to pump it into the air in celebration, “Yes!” He cheered, a toothy smile plastered onto his face which didn’t seem to diminish any time soon. “Of course I’ll be your boyfriend!”
He tensed, his eyes darting around to find something to express his joy onto until he recognised that the perfect opportunity was laying right on his chest. Hence, he lifted your chin with his index finger so you were gazing at him with your sweet, tired eyes and then he leaned in to plant an adoring kiss on your forehead. 
“I promise to treat you better than anyone else ever could!” He beamed, entitling that as his final comment as it was clear that you just want to fall asleep peacefully in his arms - which was odd considering you had a few sips of Monster Energy but he wasn’t opposed either way.
After all, now that you were his, he could spend as much time with you as he desired so there was no rush.
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❝confetti love❞ // d. kaminari
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SYNOPSIS: ➛ when Kaminari surprises you with tickets to see your favourite band for your birthday, you finally tell him how you feel in the best way how
» CHARACTER PAIRING: denki kaminari x reader
» WORD COUNT: 2.7K
» GENRE: 3rd year u.a, aged up characters
» WARNINGS: swearing, fluff, fluff, fluff and fluff
« masterlist || ao3 »
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“Open mine next!” Mina squeals, shoving a very pink wrapped box into your hands. You smile at your eccentric friend and shake your head at her antics.
“Calm down, it’s not a competition.” You joke, beginning to unwrap the gift now in your lap.
“You joke but it dead set is. Whoever gets you the best present is the superior friend. And as your best friend ever, I am determined to win.” Her grin is borderline concerning but you can’t help but laugh as you look over the rest of your close friends crowded inside your dorm room. 
Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, and even Bakugou showed up in your dorm before you had even woken up this morning, showering you with presents and complete with a cupcake with one of those annoying fake candles that wouldn’t go out. Apparently, it was a birthday tradition that they had just started this year… on your birthday. You aren’t complaining though, so far, you had a new pair of sunglasses thanks to Sero, a box filled to the brim with your favourite candy and protein bars because Kirishima couldn’t help but put something somewhat healthy in to ‘balance it out’. Bakugou had taken part too and had gifted you a scarf that was by far the nicest thing you now owned. 
Mina is staring at you before gesturing with her hands for you to hurry up, her excitement practically making her almost bounce off the walls. 
“Okay, okay, I’m hurrying!” You laugh before pulling the fluorescent pink paper off the box and carefully flicking open the lid. “Mina…” you turn to your friend and can’t hide the grin off your face as you pull the new skins for your Nintendo switch from the tissue paper. “I’ve been saving for these!”
“I know, but I thought I would get them for you first.” She says, winking at you. Wrapping her arm over your shoulder, she gives you a tight squeeze. “Happy birthday sweetie!”
Turning back to the boys sprawled across your dorm room, she smirks at them. “So did I win or did I win?” She teases. 
“Who fucking cares who wins or not,” Bakugou growls from his perch, leaning against your door as if ready to make a quick escape. 
“Oh please, you’re just pouty because you lost,” Mina fires back, using her hand to gesture an L sign with her fingers at him, but Bakugou surprisingly says nothing in response. It had been one of your requests for your birthday, no fighting. And although you had only been awake for like ten minutes, they were agreeing to your terms for now. But you wouldn’t be surprised if that didn’t last long. 
“You’re about to lose pinky,” A voice suddenly says, and Kaminari gets up off the floor and stands in front of you. With a gentle smile and pure mischief in his eyes, your heart flutters inside your chest. 
“Happy birthday y/n.” He smirks, holding a plain envelope out to you. Your eyes lock onto him before staying focused on the paper in his hands. 
If Mina was your best friend, Denki is your second half. You had become attached at the hip in your first year of school at UA, and years later, you were still just as close, something that hadn’t changed. Well, one thing had changed... That feeling you felt for so long and pushed off as admiration for your best friend, you had realised was much more than that. 
You had been in love with Denki Kaminari for almost a year and hadn’t told him, purely because you were too scared that he didn’t feel the same and it would ruin one of your most treasured friendships. There were times, that you thought he might feel the same, but it was hard to tell. Kaminari is a flirty guy, so when he was like that with you, he was also like it to a lot of other girls. You thought you were conspicuous about your crush too, but apparently everyone knew just how you felt about your best friend. Even Kirishima, who could be one of the most oblivious people you had ever met at times, could tell. And somehow, Denki didn’t know? 
To be honest, what you felt for Kaminari was almost exhausting sometimes. How your heart would race every time he came near you, how you would have to remind yourself to breath when he would throw his arm over your shoulder. You weren’t sure how long you could take him not knowing… But this feeling is better than rejection, you think.
“You’re not going to win this,” Mina grumbles at Kaminari, still situated next to you. The blonde in question only folds his arms across his chest, that smirk still stretched teasingly across his lips. You quickly make work of opening the envelope and the second you do, two small strips of paper fall onto your lap, making your breathing stop. Oh my god.
“What is it?” You hear Mina ask, peering over your shoulder to catch a glimpse, but you can’t seem to focus on that. You pick up the tickets, not quite believing what you’re seeing. You turn them over, looking at the printed text on them, and this time, you can’t hold back your scream of excitement, which earns a groan from the group.
“Holy shit Denki!” You scream, before diving off the bed and onto your best friend, who catches you around the middle, steadying you so you both don’t fall over. 
“How did you get tickets? I thought they were all sold out?” Still clutching the tickets to your favourite band in your hand, you pull back from your embrace and look up at the electric blonde. The grin that covers his face you know matches yours, and the look somehow makes your smile grow even more. You’re sure you look like an idiot right now, but you’re too excited to care.
“They were, but I managed to win some from a radio station.” He shrugs like its nothing, but you know just how hard those tickets would have been to win, so you just squeal and hug him again. His arms wrap around your waist as you bury your head in his neck. 
“Thank you, Kami.” You whisper before being interrupted by a loud groan from Mina. Looking over Kaminari’s shoulder, you see her pouting face and barely hold in your giggle.
“That’s so not fair! That’s like the trump card Kaminari!” She protests, but Denki just shrugs again and looks at them all as you pull out of his hug once more, even though your heart protests the action. 
“I don’t know why you guys are surprised. Hello? The superior friend here since day uno.” He grins which only makes them roll their eyes. 
“Whatever, are we done here?” Bakugou groans and you smile and turn to all of your friends. God, you’re so grateful that you have them in your life. Even your angry gremlin of a friend. 
“Thank you guys for all of this. This has been the best birthday I’ve ever had.” You say, your words bringing soft smiles to their faces. 
“Well, the days just starting Y/n!” Kirishima grins at you both.
“And I bet it's going to get a lot better.” Sero’s eyes cut to Kaminari as he speaks and you’re grateful that Denki can’t see the blush covering your cheeks at the words. Thank god for small mercies. 
As they all make their way out of your room, Kaminari looks down at you, hesitating to leave. “The concert’s tonight, I got permission from Aizawa to go as well. So I’ll meet you downstairs at five.” Denki says, shooting you a wink before giving your hand a quick squeeze. He turns to walk out of your room, and you instinctively step forwards as if to follow him when he meets the door. 
“Denki,” He stops at the door, looking back over his shoulder. Those golden eyes pierce your own and lock your feet to the floor, and suddenly, you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. How is he so attractive?
“Thank you,” you say quietly, unable to completely articulate just what you’re feeling. Something flashes through his eyes, but it is gone as quick as it arrived. The blonde instead just smirks, shooting you a wink that strikes your heart making it ache. 
“Only the best for my best girl.” He replies before walking out the door. The nickname wasn’t something new, it had been his name for you for a long time now, and your heart still didn’t know how to play cool when you heard it. 
Looking down at the tickets in your palms again, you can’t help but let out an excited squeal and flop back down onto your bed. You’re going to a concert, with Kaminari, to see your favourite band, with Denki! You pull your pillow over your face and squeal into it, not wanting to annoy your neighbours. This was by far the best start to a birthday you’ve experienced, and you just knew, tonight was going to be even better. 
                                          ♫     ♫     ♫
This can’t be real.
The words have been on loop in your head since you walked into the arena with Kaminari. You are really here, even though you had at first missed out on buying tickets when they had originally gone on sale. You had thanked your best friend multiple times during the trip to the arena, but Kaminari had just simply shrugged, and squeezed your hand which he had been holding the whole time. ‘To make sure I don’t lose you,’ he had said when he entwined your fingers with his the second you had gotten out of the taxi. But you weren’t complaining.
You have also decided that going to concerts with Kaminari was one of the most fun things you have ever done. He is unafraid to jump around like an idiot with you and scream along to the music to the point that you were glad tomorrow was a weekend, as you doubted you both would be able to speak tomorrow. Kaminari has a way of making you feel so comfortable and confident in your own skin, and you love every second of it. 
One thing, you don’t like, however, is the guy next to you that has spent the majority of the concert brushing up against your side with a smile that made you want to run in the opposite direction. 
You had gotten Mina’s help when choosing what to wear tonight, wanting to look good for Denki (and yourself), but apparently, this guy liked the way you looked as well. Too much, for your liking. Again, you feel the man brush against your shoulder, and you surpass the point of being creeped out and reach pure S.O.S freak out mode. Instinctively, you step closer to Kaminari, hoping that the man will take the hint. The second you move towards Denki, he immediately pulls you in front of him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, locking you against his chest. A smile pulls at your lips as you rest your head back against his shoulder, he was always so observant when it came to you. But still oblivious to your feelings. Your heart feels as if its a hummingbird inside your chest, fluttering skittishly far to fast to be comfortable. 
“I’ve got you.” Kaminari’s breath meets your ear, his voice just loud enough for you to hear. Goosebumps break out across your skin, at his closeness, and you freeze, not wanting to break the moment. Also wishing to reply to him, but not wanting to shout, you instead reach up and squeeze one of his arms locked across your collarbones, in thanks. Leaning back and finally relaxing again, you can’t help but think that this is one of the greatest nights of your life. You’ve sung your heart out, danced like a maniac and spent the entire time with the guy you like, could it get any better?
As if hearing your thoughts, the band announces that its the last song, and Kaminari immediately lets go of you.
“Alrighty babes, get on my shoulders.” You are grinning as he slinks around you, kneeling to make it easier for you to climb up. Thank god you and Mina had decided on shorts because there was no way you would have done this in a skirt. Once your legs drape across his chest, Kaminari stands, making you squeal and thread your hands in his hair for something to grip. If he cares, he doesn’t mention it. He just holds the tops of your thighs firmly to keep you in place and looks back at the stage. Its a whole different energy being on someone’s shoulders at a concert, and you are living for it! You sing along with every word as they band play, trying not to move too much so Kaminari doesn’t drop you, but its the second that the confetti explodes from the ceiling, you find yourself laughing. Strips of rainbow metallic looking pieces of paper scatter through the crowd in a never ending shower and look up to the ceiling, closing your eyes. 
This was perfect. Everything about it was so indescribably wonderful, this was one of the best days of your life. 
Your attention turns back to the man below you. And you look down at Kaminari, only find him already staring up at you with pure adoration in his eyes. Was he watching you? You know you’ve got tears in your eyes, but you’re so overwhelmed with how thought out this whole gift was for you. He truly knows you and, god you loved him for it.
Kaminari’s mouth moves, but the bass swallows the words before they reach your ears/
“What?” You shout, leaning down a bit to be closer to his face. 
“Happy birthday babe!” Kaminari shouts, a mega-watt grin covering his face as he reaches up and pulls a shiny piece of confetti from your hair. For a moment, you just blink at the man below you, letting the whole night sink in, desperately wanting it and the feeling of pure euphoria to last forever. All the excitement and happiness running rampant through your veins has your head feeling dizzy, so your not entirely surprised when your mouth moves on its own.
“I love you Denki!” You yell down to him, loud enough for him and probably the people around you both to hear it over the music. You witness as your words are processed through the blonde’s brain, and you don’t care about the consequences of your words, you love him and you need to tell him. Hell, you need to scream it off a rooftop or something, so screaming it off his shoulders will have to do for now. 
Kaminari looks up at you, saying absolutely nothing. But you see nothing but happiness in his eyes, and your thundering heart seems to get some peace from that. Without another second of hesitation, his hand leaves your thigh before it meets your cheek, and he pulls you down until your lips meet his. Holy shit! He’s kissing me!
It’s awkward because you’re on his shoulders, and essentially am kissing him upside down, but it’s so you and perfect that you can’t help but love it. Your hands tighten in his blonde hair as he deepens the kiss, and you feel him smile against your lips. Shocks spark to life inside and across your body, ones that have nothing to do with Kaminari’s quirk, and for a second you think that your heart may have just exploded and that's the aftershock. But as you pull away and stare down into Denki’s grinning face, you’ve never felt more alive and more important in your entire life. 
“I love you too, babe.” He yells back up at you and quickly wipes away a tear that slips down your cheek. You laugh at the fact that you’re crying at something like this, and quickly wipe your eyes, thankful for the waterproof mascara you donned. 
Looking down at Kaminari one more time, you lift your hands into the air and cheer as the band plays their final notes. 
Best. Birthday. Ever. 
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Maribat ideas I will probably never write
Now, before we start.
I realize that those may have already been made but I've never seen them and everything here came from my mind. But if you remember the titles, please tell me them or send a link to the stories, I'd love to read them.
This can be whatever ship you want Connorette, Daminette, Cassandra x Marinette, Brucinette... Any ship.
Here I'll refer to them just as the bats or one of the bats, or just choose a random one of them simply because I don't know the exact person that'd fit in the au with Marinette so I'm just leaving it up to you but... yeah.
[And yes, I know I said it could be Connor or Jon or anyone else, and I know they are not part of Batclan but for the lack of better word, just roll with it]
Yes, you can use any of them, but please tag me (i really want to read what you came up with) and include the link to my post so maybe someone else could use any other of these.
And if want to add anything or just brainstorm in the comments I'd love to do it with you, so don't be shy and say what you think (constructive critism only).
Maybe i will update this, but for now feel free to use any of these over 20 (i think at least) ideas I came with in these past 2 weeks cuz i was bored.
And before you start, I'm thinking of making mafia boss! Marinette AU, but i don't know what ship it should be... Suggestions? (Just not the love square please)
Hope you like it.
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Violinist Marinette. The Waynes got invited to a concert in which Mari played a solo. And they're all just enchanted with her talent.
Marinette a Badass Dancer. None of the bats is a dancer in this AU and I don't really have any direction where this would go, but i just had a scene where she kicks their asses even though she doesn't have much (or any) exprience in martial arts. Just her spinning and kicking one of them mid-spin in the face or... somewhere else...
So the scene is a Wayne Gala, right? Jagged Stone dares Marinette to sing a song on a stage (there’s live music band, i guess?). Everyone’s mesmerised by her voice and Jagged can be heard screaming “That’s my niece!” in the backround. I really want her to sing Creep , a cover by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox ft. Haley Reinhart or Crazy in Love , also a cover made by Sofia Karlberg, though any other song is fine too
Bats and Marinette in a band. That's it. That's the whole AU.
One of the bats is sitting under a tree, all peacefully and relaxed, but then they look up to see a random girl with dark blue hair (??) just hanging upside down from a branch like an actual freaking bat. She gives them a heart attack.
Another Au with singing Marinette lol. In this one Marinette likes to sing in a park every other day and Damian comes here one day and hears her and is like “wow.”, and since then he comes there everyday in hopes of hearing her sing and getting her number. And maybe Luka or Adrien play while she sings, that’d be cool
Guys, Marinette and the Waynes being neighbours. No, but imagine. Them seeing some girl watering plants every week for a month or two and then not seeing her for a long period of time, and they're kinda worried, but then she's back and they're confused, because where the hell she'd been, the house looked like not used and just where the hell was she? Marinette seeing some... Weird things happening in the Wayne backyard. Balconies being in front of each other, so they're balcony neighbours too (the romance, the fluff, even the angst, guys). Marinette going to them with baked goods and introducing herself as their neighbour. Them going to hers and welcoming her with a basket of Alfred's cooking. 
Jason has to participate in a dating show because he lost a bet and Mari's one of the participants too...
Duke needs a date to a wedding (i don't know whose, your choice) and Marinette's his best friend, so be my fake date to this wedding?
Marinette as Tim's daughter??
The greatest showman AU. (Sibling dickinette. On the trapeze-)
Forget rouges, superheroes and vigilantes. Underground dancers. Because it's what i need, y'all
So in this, WE is a dance company, and Marinette's maybe an intern in a fashion department. One day Dick's going to one of the practice rooms where's been scheduled a meeting with a designer for his costume for the next show. Instead he's met with a girl he sees for the first time, practically flying on the dance floor. Just as he's about to reveal himself the rest comes and it turns out this is the fashion designer and it seems as no one knows she's an amazing dancer too
Teachers AU + Rivals AU = utter chaos. Them teaching the same subject and competing for their class' loves and/or arguing whose close is better. [Bonus points if everyone's thinking they hate each others guts, but they're secretly dating]
Fencers AU - on the same team on different teams, your choice. (And this honestly suits with Kagami too. I'm up for kagami x bat/marinette)
Damian in the park with Mar'i, but he's having trouble, because this kid has so much energy. How?? Just when he thinks he can take a breath, he notices Mar'i has wandered off and is talking to a young woman, so he rushes there and try to apologize, but she says it's no problem at all. Suddenly this gorgeous girl offers him her help. It looks like Mar'i has taken liking to her and he's so tired, so he agrees and for the rest day watches two Mari's play together and falls in love with the older one. Plotwist: this was plan all along. Mar'i is the ultimate wingwoman.
All the Wayne siblings decided to go to one of those haunted houses for a halloween and there's this petite girl who tagged along their group somehow. They didn't expect to see this tiny girl punching the worker dressed as a monster and knocking the daylight out of him. But it was so worth getting kicked out.
Marinette's a ghost and these four men came to her house and apparently they're doing a ghost investigation?? I mean, she was getting a bit lonely and bored, maybe it's time to "gain some friends" (read: scare the living out of them).
Pretty much the above but with bat/s as ghost/s and Marinette as the paranormal investigator with her team (i honestly want one of them to be Kagami, i don't know why). In both you need to decide who's a skeptic and who believes. It's fun, the ghost is trying to scare them off, but they're stubborn.
Sibling dickinette where Marinette calls her older brother everytime she wants to get out of a date and so he pretends to "arrest" her. (And then maybe dick decides to play a matchmaker and sets her up with one of his adoptive siblings)
Marinette as a lawyer. Her going against LexCorps who framed Wayne Enterprises for something. Or maybe Bruce was accused of murder (that he obviously did not commit) and now she has to prove his innocence. I just really want to read about badass lawyer Marinette, guys
Merlin AU. Is there any AUs with Marinette being Merlin and saving Arthur's ass (I honestly think it should be Chloe, no joke)?
Mominette where she adopts Cassandra. I just imagined them going to ballet lessons together and cooking and now I'm soft.
Marinette got dared by her friends to set a trap for the passerby that involved eggs, toy train and glitter and to then to pretend they're her ex and they cheated in her, and Jason had the misfortune to be that passerby. (Yes, this is probably crack lol)
Tim can rap. Marinette can rap. What could go wrong?? (Yes, this is probably crack too)
There's this girl they see every year when to go on trick-or-treating and she always has the most amazing or scariest costumes. But Damian will not go without a fight and so every year they compete over who has the better costume. This year they just so conveniently dressed up as the famous Halloween couple.
Jon is 17 now and it seems as no one is interested in him. He jokingly tells Damian he supects theres a ghost that's in love with him and they keep away any potential lovers from him. He doesn't know how much he's right. Marinette though, is freaking out.
Marinette decided to take a part-time job at a local pool as a life guard. There's a sudden increase in people coming to said pool but also a dramatic increase in people pretending to drown. Conner is one of them.
Marinette plays a therapist to all of the batfam. The amount of the ridiculous problems she had to listen to... She could write a book and she would make millions out of it, she swears.
"Some say "revenge is a dish best served cold.", then i read "revenge is sweet", so i came to conclusion revenge is ice cream." Huh, so that'd explain the sudden disappearance of ice cream in whole Gotham Jason had been hearing about for the past week from Bruce. The question is, what that petite bluenette is planning to do and who is going to be a victim of her ice cream revenge?
Tim had been in coma for a month after the drug bust, and he has just woken up. The first thing he does? He picks up the argument he and Marinette had been having before he's been put into a coma.
The couple at the place Jason had been at, started making out loudly, so he started making loud noises while eating his ice cream. They stopped. And he got this cute barista's phone number when she was walking past him.
Marinette's at the spa when she overhears two guys betting who can eat more slices of cucumber (that were supposed to be put on their eyelids) and she decided to participate. Safe to say they were all banned from all the spas in Gotham
Can i please get Jason/Duke/anyone making up a bedtime story for Marinette after she woke up from a nasty nightmare? I need it
Every morning and night Marinette pretends to be asleep just so she can feel Damian pull her closer, kiss her temple and whisper how much he loves her
Roy listening to Jason complaining about each first encounter of her girlfriend with his siblings and Bruce. Each is more ridiculous than the one before. He listens to it, after he and Marinette had gone through their own weird af first meeting.
Dick was so busy laughing at the bluenette who'd just walked into a post, he ran into the same post minute later. She asked him out... After she finished laughing and telling him karma's a bitch
Dick likes to think he's the reason Jason and Marinette got married. To his last days he will brag about how at his and Kori's wedding Marinette caught the bouquet, tripped and Jay caught her.
Jason asked Marinette on a date to one of the restaurant the WE owned. Then as a test, he told her he couldn't pay for all the expensive dishes they ordered. She took his hand and they ran out of the building. He's convinced he's going to marry her.
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Vocal unit + y/n smut
“Sweetie they've heard us one too many times, these walls are pretty thin, not that they're complaining, don't be afraid, one extra person in bed won't make you too loud”
You let the warm breath escape your mouth, speechless.
“You said this would be us time but fine ”
+*+
“Are you sure she'll be okay” Joshua noted clearing his throat.
“Well she thinks she's about to have her first threesome and doesn't know there's 5 of us here so”
“Isnt it too much?..”
“Joshua don't underestimate my girl”
“My bad”
The atmosphere was quiet but the same thrill rushed in all 5 in the room. The vocal unit had neighbouring dorm rooms. However seungkwan had his own room with you since you were his girlfriend and you worked as a stylist under pledis. It was a known fact that the other members in the vocal unit could hear you and seungkwan most nights as you were both quite vocal in bed.
The door knob turned and the door slowly opened.
You walked in wearing a pair of black silk short shorts and a dark blue bralette. You had a robe draped over yourself, concealing yourself slightly but not enough.
“Hey baby I-”
You stalled and looked at all the faces that were glued to you.
“Sweetie I know there's more here than you anticipated but my friends here, you said you wanted to try new things and I was thinking maybe this”
“babe”
“Y/N”
You looked around at the faces you knew so well. Your relationships were innocent and friendly, this was a situation you couldn't have imagined ever.
Seungkwan walked over, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips.
“Sweetie it's alright if you don't want to I can tell them to leave ”
“N-No, let them stay”
Seungkwan turns towards the boys giving them hope. Followed by you removing your robe showing your glowy skin, prominent collarbones and a bit of cleavage.
“wow fuck” woozi mutters adjusting his position on his chair, manspreading.
“shes beautiful seungkwan” seokmin blushed.
“tell her that yourself, or show it” he smirked while pushing you on bed.
Your boyfriend was the best and always the sweetest but when it came to “bed time” he was a dom demon and fuck did it turn you on.
Seokmin looked deeply at Seungkwan, slightly questioning him through his eyes.
“You heard me, show my slut the love she deserves”
You sat up by the weight of you arms looking up at your boyfriend and then at seokmin who seemed a bit hesitant.
“Huh? Seokmin don't act like you haven't masturbated to the sound of her moans from your dorm”
Heat flushed straight to your face and core. This situation was unfamiliar and you felt guilt for feeling this kind of way by another man but you couldn't help it.
Seokmin sat beside you on the bed turning to pick you up, placing you on his thighs.
“Babygirl you smell so good”
He pushed your hair to the side of your neck, tucking the remaining strands behind your heated ears. He started sucking purple marks on your neck down to your collarbones reciting some breathy moans from you. His hands travelled your figure, resting on your arms as his thumbs rubbed slow circles into them.
He grabbed you by your chin and tilted it slightly down, inches away from eachother.
“I've wanted to mark you up for ages babygirl, thank you for letting me decorate your beautiful skin”
Before you could reply, his tongue was in your mouth fighting for dominance. His taste was sweet and his rhythm was so good. He left you breathless and needy when he pulled away to look at you.
You seemed to have forgotten your surroundings, enjoying every bit of seokmins affection. Seungkwan came over with a slightly red face. Seokmin moved you off his lap and walked back over to his seat, knowing very well seungkwan was about to do something.
“Sweetie you seemed to enjoy that too much, were you trying to make your boyfriend jealous? Isn't this supposed to be 'us time'?”
You gulped and put you head down unaware of what to say or react.
“Slut look at me or at least reply...fuck this I'll make you respond”
He roughly grabbed you and shoved you on to his thick thighs. Your face was towards him while the others got your backside. Your shorts had rode up exposing your ass, making the others react in all sorts of ways.
Joshua and Jeonghan were the quiet type but watching their members get you more and more riled up really got to them. The grunts and low moans made while they pumped themselves on the nearby chairs were sinful.
“Sweetie why don't you ride my thighs like the good slut you are, this can be a warm up. The boys always heard your reaction to this so show them how you ride my killer thighs”
His voice went down an octave and the teasing foreshadowing words made your core throb.
His hands squeezed your ass tightly, followed by a rough spank. The loudest moan rumbled from inside your chest. The members around hardened and watched in awe, muttering praises.
“Let my dirty slut hear your praise. She's so horny and wet for you all. She acted as if this was something she wasn't up for at the start but she's loving this so much. She likes it when others are watching”
You close your eyes tightly to hide your reaction. His hands shifted from your ass, up your thighs to your waist and pulled you in closer to straddle his lap. You moved your hips slightly, brushing up against his large hardened bulge. A loud whine choked from you from the stimulation of his white jeans against your slick sensitive pussy. Seungkwans hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, grabbing at the roots and pulling your head back so he can leave wet kisses on your new exposed skin.
“Looks like my sluts been marked already. Such a whore”
The throbbing between your legs continued as you hardly grinded on his bulge and thigh, pulling his soft hair which got a moan in response. His moans were like alcohol. Beautiful but made you more and more crazy. It made you want to cum there and then on his thighs.
As you listened to his breathy groans you continued to straddle his muscular thighs, everytime you rutted closer towards his bulge. Your chest rose up and down as you got more and more turned on, proving to be a great view to seungkwan. As you grounded yourself down on his thigh he touched your chest and teased soft kisses everywhere he could reach. One harsh movement and you were arching reaching closer, your chest in his face. He swiftly removed your bralette without restricting you of your movement on his thigh. He tensed his thigh making you yelp even more. His eyes caught contact with yours as he lowered to suck at your nipple, flicking his tongue around your sensitive hardened nipples due to the temperature change.
He switched to your other, sucking gently on your nub, biting down refreshing yet another loud moan from your rose lips. Your face was red from embarrassment at how loud you were but you really couldn't help it you were overwhelmed.
“Sweetie don't be shy, everyone here has heard and wanked to your loud moans and screams before”
“He's right princess” Jeonghan muttered up.
Your hips moved faster against his thigh from the pleasure taking over your body, moans exiting your mouth at a rapid pace.
“Baby im”
“Cum on my thigh like the big slut you are”
“Youre so dirty cumming on your boyfriend's jeans” Woozi said in his deep yet amazed voice.
“Cum for your daddy like a goodgirl” Joshua added.
With all the attention, praise and his firm grip holding your movement harder against his thigh, you let out a cry of pleasure as your orgasm washed over you in waves.
“Thats it sweetie, get use to it this won't be your first ”Seungkwan smirks moving you to lie down to come down.
Seungkwans white jeans had a huge wet stain on the thigh area. All the boys looked like they were struggling to keep themselves together. You put your head down again in embarrassment, the stain was huge and soaked through.
One of the boys stood up from the chair quickly and made there way towards you with dominance.
“Fucking whore leaking making such a mess with that sopping pussy of yours”
You gulped loud unable to hide your arousal for his dominant state. The way he shouted at you made you melt.
“Ill have to teach that pussy of yours a lesson and put you in your place”
“P-pease sir”
“its daddy” he exhaled pulling your silk shorts down to you ankles, allowing you to do the rest and kick them off which ended up flying towards seokmin who wasn't complaining.
Woozis eyes trailed down towards your glistening core. He smirked running a finger over your folds collecting your arousal on his long digit. Without warning he suddenly pumped his finger inside you. You were weak and rested your forehead on his shoulders and you gripped onto the sides on his shoulders. He pumped another two fingers inside your pussy. He curled his fingers inside you, a series of moans screamed past your mouth.
“Spread them legs wide whore I want to taste you so bad”
“Daddy please eat me out I'm begging”
Woozi kneeled before your open legs and licked his lips before licking a long stripe up your pussy. He flicked your throbbing bud with his tongue and groaned against your clit.
“Wow fuck you're just as sweet as I imagined”
You threw your head back as his tongue dived within your folds licking up all your leaking wetness, sucking on your clit harshly. Your legs started to shake from the sensitive contact.
“So wet for me who makes you feel so good whore?”
“d-daddy..” you struggle to speak out as he licked up and down your cunt.
You tried grinding into his tongue to create more friction and that is when he pulled back leaving you empty. Right when your were about to reach the edge he stopped.
“Whore you stained your boyfriend's jeans so I'm not letting you cum just yet.”
You moaned in frustration praising him trying to get him to fulfill your needs and to be touched.
“Daddy please I'll be good I promise”
“You promise”
“Yes I swear”
“Thats a good whore now where was i”
He pushed three fingers inside you with ease because of how wet you had been. He pounded his fingers rapidly in and out of you, curling his fingers slightly hitting the spot that made you moan out heavenly sounds for the others. You came hard on his fingers, your slickness covering his fingers. Once he let you ride out your orgasm he removed his fingers and sucked them infront of you. Your core was absolutely ruined. It was pulsating frantically. He pulled you in for a kiss and you could taste yourself off his lips.
“Whore taste good doesn't she?” he whispers
“My sweetie knows how to put on a show” Seungkwan speaks out taking a look at the other members who seemed to have enjoyed the viewing alot, proof being the various moans and unzipped pants.
“Now sweetie since you're so wet and horny I think you deserve some more from me”
“Seungkwan please”
“Say it sweetie”
“Please I want you to fuck me with you cock and fill me up with your cum please”
“Since you've been so good I suppose I can, boys, prepare yourself, you've yet to hear her most beautiful sounds.”
You lie on your back on the bed, legs ready to be taken by seungkwan and thrown over his shoulders. You didn't need any warming up.
He put his tip and your entrance, his tip hitting your clit making you moan yet again. He inches into you and bottomed out, a moan tearing through your throat as you adjusted to the stretch. His dick was big and though your were his girlfriend you still weren't use to his size. After a few moments he started moving, speeding up his hips. He watched your wet pussy swallow up his whole dick with a smirk plastered on his face. Every time his dick disappeared fully the loudest pleasurable moans emerged from you. You held onto the back of your thighs as seungkwan pounded into you, fast and hitting the right spot. He placed one of your legs down and kept one thrown over his shoulder. He slowly lifted you a little and pounded into you hitting the gspot consecutively without fail. Bliss overtook your body.
“Joshua, Jeonghan come over here I know you've been wanting to get your dick rubbed”
Without hesitation they made their way over and sat on the bed, one on each side of you.
“Y/N flip and cock your ass up for me for me like a good girl”
“Yes Seungkwan”
“And you've got two hands, put them to use sweetie”
You gasp when seungkwan enters you again, showing no mercy and pounding your pussy into oblivion.
You look at joshua and jeonghan and bit your lip. They're both infront of you with their erect cocks standing, red and leaking precum. You use your thumb to smoother their precum from their sensitive tips down their length to make some lubrication. You work your hands on their cocks and slowly pumped into a faster speed making them groan and moan loudly. Jeonghan let out the most beautiful moans, they were so high and desperate yet he sounded so content.
“Princess fuck yes”
“Baby faster” Joshua growled throwing his head back, his adams apple emerging from his neck. He looked so hot. Both of them did. And they were both in your hands. You were in control of their moans and pleasure and it made you feel so good. Seungkwan continued moving in out of you switching up the rhythm.
“Seokmin over now” Seungkwan ordered.
Seokmin got up from his seat zipping up his jeans from previous actions.
“Theres no need to zip that up, sit infront of my sweetie, she'll take care of that mountain, isn't that right sweetie?”
Seungkwan spanks your ass leaving his red hand marks on your cheeks making you moans again.
“Y/N please suck me dry, you don't understand how flustered I got when I found out you were the new stylist in pledis. For our fear comeback when you tailored my pants, your head was down at cock level and I wanted you so bad”
You leave kisses on seokmins chest, becoming familiar with the earlier sexual encounter with seokmin. Everything about Seokmin was so endearing and hot. Your core started throbbing and pulsating. The tightness of your walls on seungkwans girthy cock made him groan in pleasure.
“Fuck Seokmin you're making my girl so tight”
You blush and look up innocently at Seokmins eyes. That fucking killed him. Such dirty actions he'd seen you do all night and you give him puppy eyes when you're down beside his cock your lips he admired so much about to touch his tip.
“I knew don't worry. The bulge in your pants in the performances right after me fitting you shows how you felt”
You swipe your tongue over his slit and took as much of his big member as you could into your mouth, the rest you pumped with your hands. Seokmin pulled on your hair from the vibrations of you moaning on his cock. Seungkwan fastened his pace making you moan around his cock even more. You sucked on his head and hollowed your cheeks as you bopped your head up and down his length.
You started whining as you started reaching your high from the endless attack on your pussy but also the breathy groans from seokmins pleasure and the others moans who watched. You let out a strangled moan and clench around seungkwans huge cock. All of this was becoming too much for seokmin too, his hips started shaking as he finally released his seed down your throat.
You swallowed it all and licked at his slit getting every bit of his cum. You came around seungkwan and lay down from exhaustion.
Woozi, jeonghan and Joshua all watched and pumped themselves in sync with the pounding and head bopping, releasing on themselves as they watched the sight unravel.
“Sweetie you did so well”
“Whore how about you come back to mine and we'll record some of your moans for adlibs for the upcoming album”
“Send the adlibs to me for keepsakes” jeonghan sighed out, wiping his cum off his hands. Joshua raises his hand slightly.
“Me too if you don't mind”
You lay on the bed exhausted surrounded by a bunch of sweaty hot guys.
“Sweetie remember when you said you wanted 'us time' earlier, how do you feel about that now”
“Yeah I changed my mind”
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cookie deliveries | shoto todoroki
pairing | todoroki x reader
word count | 1707
warning | a couple swear words lol
genre | fluff wOW so original
a/n | I was bored, and I was attracted to Todoroki, need I say more? also lol i got this from a prompt here neighbour au
gif by @rattios
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
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You look at the mountain of assignments on your desk and sigh. Everyday, more and more work has been piling up. It was getting too much so with a huff you walked over to your kitchen and pulled out your phone looking up recipes for chocolate chip cookies.
Finally finding a reliable recipe you grabbed the ingredients and got to work.
Eventually you finished a dozen cookies and wondered what you were going to do with all of them, when you suddenly remembered your neighbour.
Shoto had moved in 6 months after you did, he was quiet, a little intimidating but minded his own business. Though, occasionally you heard shouting from a gruff voice telling him to 'die you half and half bastard!'
You shrugged it off because he seemed fine when you went out to check your mail. He seemed kind enough and didn't bother you. Yet, you wanted to know more, what was going on with your reserved neighbour?
One day the workload was unbearable, deciding to bake more cookies you realized you made too many. An idea popped up in your head and you made your way to Shoto's front door with a bag of snickerdoodle cookies.
"I made too much, take some," you shove the cookies to his chest and he looks at you surprised. There was a pause.
"Uh, thank you? What was your name again?" He asked scratching his head and slowly took the cookies in his hand.
You thought about his question, did I not tell him my name? You came to the conclusion that he simply forgot, you introduced yourself -again- and pointed to where you lived at which he nodded at.
"I see, I'll...see you sometime then," he coughs awkwardly and you could feel the tension quickly rethink your decision with giving him cookies in the first place.
"Yep, I'll catch you later," your lips press into a line and you swiftly walk away back to your own apartment.
Ever since that encounter you've given him cookies and other sweets whenever you stressed-baked. He always accepted, never once turning it down, perhaps he was too shy to speak up.
As more time passed you two eventually got more relaxed around each other, sometimes even participating in small talk here and there. Although, he was still a stranger to you. Your occasional cookie deliveries weren't enough, you needed more.
Arriving at his door you raise your hand to knock but couldn't bring yourself to it. Huffing at yourself you felt your chest sink. You couldn't help but yearn for more interactions, longer ones with Shoto. He might be very awkward and not one to engage in much conversations with random neighbors, so why was he so intriguing to you?
"Did you need something?" A deep voice asked from behind you. You hesitantly turned around to meet his mixed matched ones, you tried not to stare.
"Oh, Shoto. I didn't realize you were out," you giggle hoping he didn't hear the edge in your voice.
"I just wanted to drop off some more cookies," you state and hand him the bag. He blinks at you before taking the cookies and giving you a warm smile.
"Thank you, I appreciate it," he thanks you with a slight bow, although you thought that was a bit much, you didn't say anything.
"Haha, no problem," you laugh and turn to head back to your own place.
"Y/n," he calls out and it was hypnotizing. Your body moved faster than you could think, and within seconds you were facing him once again.
"Why is it that you bake me cookies?" He questions and you pause to think back to your first encounter with him.
"Well I bake when I'm stressed, but I make too much for myself so I give them to...uh you I guess," you reply with a small shrug of your shoulders and you could only hope he didn't question why you chose him specifically.
However, he seemed satisfied with your answer with a quick nod he waved goodbye and headed into his home. You smiled and waved back.
The next day, more work and the next day and the next and so on and so forth. You were losing your mind, rolling your shoulders that were tight, you stood up and stormed to your kitchen for the 3rd time that week. More cookies.
You practically memorized this recipe and moved with ease grabbing each ingredient and utensil like how the river flows smoothly.
This time you didn't stop at a dozen, you made more. The stress was eating you up and you needed it out of your body instantly.
Finishing up the last batch you sighed softly feeling your once right joints loosened up. Packing up the cookies into a basket since a bag was too small you strolled over to Shoto's home and knocked on his door, without hesitation this time.
You didn't expect a green haired boy to greet you, and you certainly heard the loud voice that had been screaming at Shoto's apartment all this time.
"The fuck did you say?! I'll kill you!" It shouted and the boy in front of you sweatdropped.
"Kachaan! Do be quiet, will you?" He sighs and turns back to you.
"Hi sorry about him he could be a little loud, I promise we'll keep him in check. Did you need something?" He asks and tilts his head.
"O-Oh! Is Shoto here?" You ask flustered. The boy smiles and calls for Shoto before telling you to wait at the doorstep.
Moments later Shoto comes out greeting you politely.
“More cookies I see,” he laughs and gives you a sly grin making you embarrassed.
“Yeah, y-you don’t have to take them if you want!” You say straight away, not wanting to force him to take your dozens of desserts but he waved you off and took the basket in your hand.
“No it’s okay, they’re delightful,” he replies, giving you a soft smile that made your insides flutter.
“Are you sure? I can take them back if you want, you really don’t have to do this,” your face heating up.
“I insist, don’t hesitate to give me more of your sweets, I like them,” he simpers and with a nod along with a quick goodbye you were off.
Now, you would deliver Shoto cookies at least twice a week. But those deliveries became more frequent and the stress was getting too much for you to handle, Shoto noticed that.
How could he not? He’s received so many cookies from you his friends are starting to question why.
“They’re from my neighbour, the one that came over that one time,” he told Deku as he ate the remains of the sweet treat.
“They’re delicious! You’re so lucky to have them as a neighbour,” he replied and Shoto blushed.
Oh he was lucky, he was very lucky indeed. Not only were you extremely gorgeous and were very kind despite being strangers, but you made him cookies? I think that’s a win-win.
Though, you did only make cookies because you were stressed, and the size of the deliveries only grew as time passed, Shoto started worrying.
Every time you came by the amount of cookies increased and he noticed you looked disheveled. He tried asking you about it but you brushed him off, telling him not to worry about it.
The next time you came to his place he stopped you.
“You bake when you’re stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently you’re giving me whole baskets each day, now I’m not complaining but are you okay?” He asks with genuine concern in his eyes while grabbing your shoulders staring into your hues.
You smile brightly and put your hand over his, take a deep breath.
“No I’m not, Sho I’m going insane there’s so much work, it’s piling up,” you deadpanned with a crazed look into your eyes.
Shoto blinks at you and pulls you into his apartment, sitting you down on his couch.
“Sho, what?” You ask but he walks away leaving you. Looking around you spot the basket of cookies on his coffee table along with crumbs surrounding it.
“C’mon, we’re watching a movie, eating your delicious fucking cookies along with ice cream, and getting your mind off of those things,” he comes back with his laptop and a large blanket.
He spreads the blanket over you and hands you the basket of cookies plus ice cream. Shoto sets up the movie and slips under the covers with you.
You look at him in awe not knowing what to do, he turns to you.
“Hm?” He hums in confusion.
“Why’re you helping me?” You chuckle at the situation making him bashful.
“You’re always making me cookies, I wanted to do something nice for you as well,” he mumbles and turns away in embarrassment.
Catching onto his actions you put a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Thank you,” you smile softly, as Shoto nods.
The next morning you and Shoto were found entangled together on his couch, surrounded by blankets while his laptop lay abandoned.
Unbeknownst to the both of you, Izuku, Kirishima and Kaminari were trying their hardest not to wake you and Shoto up while they munched on the spare cookies.
“Hm, never thought Shoto would end up with someone,” Kirishima states tilting his head the yours and Shoto’s sleeping figures.
“Right? I thought he would die alone, never interested in anyone,” Denki chuckles as Izuku tried to shut him up.
“Shut up,” Shoto mumbles sleepily.
“What’re you guys doing here?” He opens one eye lying still, careful not to wake you up.
“Izu said you had cookies,” Eijirou grins and takes another bite.
“Go away,” Shoto grumbles, making you stir in your sleep. All four boys stood still and Shoto prayed to god you wouldn’t wake up.
Once you stop, Shoto glares at the others and whispers a soft ‘leave’ making the guys laugh.
“Have fun Sho,” Denki winks and quietly closes his apartment door.
“Sorry about that, darling,” Shoto sighs and runs a hand through your hair. You only smile and snuggle into him more. Who knew this whole thing started because of stress baking?
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Cyborg City
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Series: [26 Days of Alphabetical AUs Fics - Mini Masterlist]
Letter + AU: Letter C, Cyborg AU (inspired by Obsession - EXO)
TW: Dark humour, gore, language, the governement
Pairing: Platonic!EXO , Brother!Park Chanyeol (EXO) x Sister!Female Reader
Genre: Cyborg AU, Crack, Headcanons
Word count: 2k
“if you stop running, we’ll have to detain you but it’ll hurt a lot less.”
“yeah, because that’s so fucking reassuring.”
you technically wouldn’t be having this conversation if you didn’t sneak into a government facility filled with biotechnology and get caught but go figure.
also, being on top of a super high building with cars literally racing each other near a highway isn’t really that fun but chances are you have a slim to none chance of surviving if he doesn’t get here in time.
it’ll be his head on a silver platter if he doesn’t hurry up.
the purple and blue fluorescent lights on every building and banner along with the pink hued sunset were really starting to hurt your eyes, you had to blink a couple times before taking a few steps back to stop the heavy geared officers from approaching you, the sole of your foot on the edge of the building. 
“hey, get away from the edge.”
“you guys switched up so fast.” you couldn’t really tell if it was a woman or a man speaking because of the huge head gear while the other kept glancing at the distance between you and your possible death.
not that it mattered, it’s not like you’re going to jump.
“look, if you just put the bag down, we’ll let you go.”
“yeah,” you scoffed with a laugh, “by signing me to a fucking coffin. God, I hate the government.”
“I’ll lose my job!”
you sent the officer the most perplexed look you could pull off before laughing again, “that sounds like a you problem.”
“listen, I’ve got an older brother who’s in pretty bad shape and I need these things,” you glanced at your watch for a second before smiling at the officers, “so, if you’ll excuse me.”
“what are you-- hey!”
you just had to lean your back off the edge to start free falling. it was like a lucid dream, everything felt so calm and peaceful, even with the screaming in the background.
ever since the crisis in 2007, everything had switched from modern day technology to robots and cyborgs in a fourteen years, everything that was once run by humans were now taken over by robots.
which would explain the very dark futuristic allure to the entire city, it would also explain why you aren’t completely fearing for your life as of right now.
“come on, come on, come on…” you closed your eyes, the wind clotting your ears, everything seemingly becoming an eco around you.
was it fun falling? you almost laughed at the thought that crossed your mind.
of course not; it literally felt like you were in the middle of an airplane that had just entered low pressured air. 
“Jongin I swear to god if you don’t catch me, I’m not the only one that’ll kill you in hell!” you wondered if he even heard you, let alone knows where you are.
your brother is going to be more than upset if he finds out that one of his partners let you go splat.
if he finds out. it really does depend on you if you can even get to him before his entire system goes haywire.
you opened your eyes and screamed; you were so much closer to the ground than you thought, you were just seconds away from actually dying.
I can’t believe this is happening.
the people on the sidelines were watching you’re so close to your own fucking death as others were already trying to call cyborg officers, those who aren’t necessarily 100% human, to catch you in time.
you might actually die. 
at least it’ll be before your brother because that man is in pretty rough shape right now.
but you don’t know what's worse; dying by getting hit by an oncoming truck or dying because your system is making you go coo-coo.
“it’s fun watching someone plunge to their death.” 
you’ve never felt so annoyed yet relieved that here his voice.
“bite me.”
now that Jongin was flying above you with a comical smirk on his face to play hero, he grabbed your waist just before you were supposed to come in contact with the truck and flew all the way to a building about ten miles from where you were.
“son of a bitch, don’t ever fucking do that again.” you hissed at the blue-green haired man while catching your breath, “I almost lost my life, not that I’m complaining but still.”
Jongin was your best friend and at the same time, your worst enemy. he's probably the reason you don’t sleep at night because of the endless phone calls and messages and the reason for nearly all your mental problems but is also the one person who hasn’t tried to intentionally kill you.
win-win? maybe.
he was actually the first person out of the six dumbasses to reveal himself as a cyborg; his left eye, although normal at first glance, is a red-eyed machine and his back has built-in boosters acquiring them after a freak car accident as a child.
“you’re alive are you not?” he deadpanned before smirking, “should’ve done myself a favour and let you die.”
taking you back to the bunker was easy, getting you inside was also pretty easy.
but getting you to the small makeshift lab with Chanyeol about to kill literally everyone he sees is honestly tragic.
what's even worse is that the rest of them were still trying to sedate him after you’ve been gone for nearly an hour. 
can’t say you’re disappointed; your brother is pretty bad when upset.
luckily, another episode has stopped and he’s finally out cold, Jongdae laying him on the couch while letting out a tired breath.
right, another episode.
the crisis in ‘07 was the tragic story of a group of scientists who created several artificial intelligences in order to save the world. 
that certainly didn’t go as planned.
the technology was so new that they didn’t realize the consequences of giving these computers unlimited access to the internet, to information and better yet, classified information from neighbouring countries.
despite the fact that that alone would have caused a war, nothing was solvable until the artificial intelligences started creating more and more of their own. they took over machines, systems, nearly everything that was filled with technology, poor or high end.
so what did the government decide to do? Find any machine part and use it on strangers and the weak to make them stronger and to possibly wipe out the crisis.
it worked for the first six years, even with the mass protests about sacrificing the lives of innocent people, they didn’t stop.
and it was in 2013 that the government started getting power hungry. they redid everything to make the city look much ‘tech-like’.
electricians were replaced by robots as well as carpenters, construction workers and anything to do with manual labour was all taken by the government. 
less money to spend on people.
and the worse this was that they left those humans that had tech parts to rot away.
but they came back stronger than ever and nearly half the city as cyborgs while the other half is either the government or innocent people, like you and it’s literally the government vs the people and cyborgs.
so it’s fine :)
now an episode is when a cyborg system starts failing whether it’s because of heat, cold, water, electricity-- they’re also machines and some machines deal with some problems better than others.
your brother’s right eye is a bitch with a built in voice system.
yes, his right eye talks.
when the AI eye (lmao) starts overwriting itself, the cells in his body are so used to the machine in his body that they trust it and what happens when the body trusts something? 
in Chanyeol’s case, his cells start attacking each other and that’s about it. 
it sounds awful, which it is, but instead of getting sick he just gets super angry because little miss right eyeball decided to play peek-a-boo with evil and make him want to kill everyone he sees.
you peaked around the corner and walked into the living and saw all the guys laying on the floor with some half asleep.
the guys, EXO, a group meaning… something something organism were technically always friends and just got closer when they all learned they were cyborgs,
“his episode stopped?” you asked anyone.
“mh-hm.”
“and you just sedated him?”
“fucking take it or leave it,” Sehun complained with a groan and sat up, looking at the bag you have in between your fingers. “did you get everything?”
“yeah, I did,” you shook the bag and shuffled your way to the next room, “Baek, Myeon, catch a cure or catch a case, pick one.”
usually, you’d already have the serum already done and ready because you’re pretty smart and figured out how to reverse the effects with the help of Junmyeon and Baekhyun of course, the former with one with a half of einstein’s brain and the other half of an AI and the other one with built in sound-chips and fingers able to attract any metal at will like magnets.
best team to make a cure with^
making the entire serum is actually pretty easy, however, it just takes an entirety to cool down and if not giving at the right temperature, or at least close to it, Chanyeol dies.
fun.
and of course, right when the cure is about to be ready, your brother wakes up.
and it’s not him speaking.
it’s that fucking right eyes.
a loud crash comes from the living room, at which you three snap your heads towards the source of the noise. you immediately look at Baekhyun who cringes at whatever he’s hearing.
“what is it?”
“First off, that fucking voice is annoying and two,” the platinum silver male squints before pulling you to the side just in time to see a chair fly into the room and travel right where you were. “that eye has a vendetta against you.”
“hUh?” 
as if your luck couldn’t get any better, that disgusting high ass voice rings through the compound, “come out here you punny bitch, I want another eye, a real one this time ha ha!”
“oh my gosh she sounds like Yumeko but like… computer voice Yumeko with reverb.”
“who?” you brushed Junmyeon off, “don’t worry about it, figure out a way to cool that thing down, you’re smart, figure it out. And Baek, I need ears so come with me.”
you just ran all the way to the living room while Baekhyun was helping you avoid anything she threw at you, including Jongin’s body.
when you arrived, you cringed really really hard, “you will catch me doing many things but you will never fucking catch me looking at that.” you gagged. “oh my gosh why is that fucking eye out of his fucking socket!?”
“It’s sci-fi!”
you screamed at the black haired male with a terrified expression, “when was this ever fiction?!”
“not the time!” Jongdae yelled at Sehun who’s finger had turned into a flamethrower.
a flamethrower.
Sehun is the least out of your fucking concerns but a flamethrower.
“we aren’t burning my brother!”
“oh my,” his voice made you want to hurl, not only was your brother giving you this really creepy smile but he sounded like your favorite anime protagonist. “she’s really cute when she’s mad!”
“oh shit.”
oh shit is right Jongdae, oh shit is right.
you don’t remember what happened but your eyes saw red, oops.
you remember saying something along the lines of, “you think I’m pretty when mad? well love, I’m about to be fucking gorgeous!”
and suddenly you were on his back bashing his head in with your fists.
which you know hurts because when you woke up, your knuckles were red and sore and Chanyeol had a gauze on the back of his head and a mild concussion.
apparently Junmyeon was able to cool down the serum just when you were about to kill your own brother because the AI in his eye called you ‘cute when mad’.
you were raised by that man, what was he expecting?
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darkfairy-tales · 3 years
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Insanity - Chapter 2
Description: She was an angel who came across the devil himself and her existence drove him insane.
Pairing: Sangyeon x Reader
Genre: Mafia au
Warning: Mentions of blood. Swearing.
"Finally!" You cheered as your shift ended. "Minsu I am going! I have some studies to do when I get home." You called. "Okay. Stay safe. Bye bye. See you tomorrow. Don't study too much. It's summer break. You are supposed to relax and enjoy." Minsu says laughing. "Yeah? I have like what 5-6 assignments to complete." You grumbled. "Anyway I will go now. Bye." You said as you waved at Minsu who waved back at you. You got out of the cafe and walked towards your house. 'I wonder if he is okay.' you thought when you come across the alley once again reminding you of Sangyeon. 'Ahh! Why am I even thinking about him?' You thought to yourself as you shook your head. As you reached your house you saw the door already open. Had you left the door open earlier? Or..... was someone in there? Your eyes widened at the thought. You carefully walked inside your house peeking inside. You went to the living room first and saw someone sitting there. "Who are you?" You squeaked out. The man turned around and your breath hitched. Recognizing him. "What the hell Sangyeon?" You almost screamed. "Well hello there Y/N. You have a nice and cozy house. I quite like it." He says as he makes himself comfortable as if he is the one who owns the house.
"How the hell did you even find out where I lived?" You asked as you walked towards him and sitting on the opposite side, facing him. "I have my ways~ After all I have yet to thank you and your phone. I came to give it back." He says waving your phone which was on his hand. Not knowing what to say you just nodded. He hands you your phone with a smirk. "Cute selfies by the way." He says making you blush. Your cheeks tainted red. "Why did you go through my phone!" You almost whined as you narrowed your eyes at him. He laughs. "What can I say? I couldn't help it." He says as he leans back relaxing himself. "Aren't you leaving?" You asked. "Why babygirl? So eager to chase me away?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "No! I mean... no.. that's not what I mean." You said, your face burning more in embrassment. "You are so cute. But yes I will be going." He says standing up. You also stand up ready to send him off. "Ah I almost forgot I wanted to ask you for a favor." He says. His words making you freeze. "H-Huh? what favor?" You asked. "Don't look so scared. I am not going to ask you to kill someone." He says laughing. "I wanted to ask you to come with me. There is a huge party. I want you to go there with me." He added. You almost wanted to ask him if he was crazy. You didn't know him for fuck's sake. "But I don't-" You tried to say but was cut off. "It wasn't a question honey. 7pm. Tomorrow. Be ready." He says winking as he walks out leaving your mouth gaping.
"AHH THIS IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!" You screamed after he was out. Your neighbours were probably thinking you had gone mad by now. You went to close your door and went to your room. You opened your phone and called Minsu. "Hello Y/N! Is everything okay? Are you okay?" She asks. "Yes yes don't worry I am fine. But I really really need to talk to you about something." You said. "Okay. I am closing up the cafe early! I am coming to your house." Minsu said. You hummed. "Okay then see you later. Gotta go!" Minsu said. "Okay bye. Be careful on your way here." You said and both of you ended the call. You shook you head and headed to the bathroom as yoi freshened up. You changed your clothes into a comfortable one and left your phone charging and went to the study table as you started working on one of the essay.
[Time Skip]
When Minsu came it was at around 6:30 pm. "Y/N!" She literally screamed out as she ran up to your room. "Oh my god Minsu calm down. My neighbours will make a noise complain against me if you are so loud." You said laughing as Minsu pouted. "I am not that loud." she argued making you laugh more. "So what did you wanted to talk about?" She asked. Both of you sat on the bed. "So what would you say if I said I met a guy who had a gunshot wound?" You asked her. She looks at your frowning. "Well... I hope you ran." She said trailing off. "Don't tell me you help the said person." She asked widening her eyes. You sighed nodding. "I did. I couldn't just leave him to die." You said looking down on your lap. "OH my fucking GOD Y/N. Do you ever listen to news and all? There are gangs Y/N! GANGS! What if that man was a bad one. Not all gangs are good like in fanfics?" Minsu said freaking out. "But he didn't do anything. I mean yeah he only took my phone. But that's that. But he gave me back my phone." You said pouting feeling like a child who got reprimanded. "He came here?" Minsu asked confused but also curious. "Yes and that is what I wanted to tell you about." You said sighing.
"He asked me for a favor. He asked me to go on some party with him. And I couldn't even say no. And he keeps calling me 'honey' or 'babygirl'. Ugh he is frustrating." You groaned smacking your face, then wincing. "Oooh~ So a man who might be a gangster seems to be in love with you." Minsu said in a teasing tone making you glare at her. "No. I am sure he is planning to kill me." You grumbled. "Listen here you little shit. If he wanted to harm you he would have done that already. I think he is attracted to you for all I know. I mean he is literally asking you to be his partner in a party!! Like are you dumb!" Minsu squeals. "You read too much fanfics Minsu! This is real life." You huffed. "Fanfics or not Gansters love once. And my dear Y/N one seems to like you. You should make the most out of it." She said in a sassy tone. "You really should be telling me to stay away from him. Not telling me to stick with him and fall in love." You said narrowing your eyes at her. "Aish you dob't understand. Just trust me okay! I think he is a decent gangster if he is one." Minsu argued pouting. "Okay fine. But for God's sake! I don't even know what to wear. Just then a call came to you phone. You looked at the screen and realized it was saved as "Sangyeon". 'of course he went through my phone and saved his number.' you internally grumbled. You picked up the call. "What is it?" You asked in a cold tone. "Awww why so cold babygirl? Speak to me a little softly will you." He says in a teasing tone making you grumble. "What ever mister! Why did you called anyway?" You asked huffing.
A chuckle escaped his mouth. "Check your closet if you haven't babygirl. I left something for you. A red box. You will like it trust me." He said. Your eyes widened at his words. "You went through my closet?!!!" You asked raising your voice. "Oh don't worry baby I like your little cute panties." He said and you almost wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl inside it. "GOOD BYE!" You literally screamed as you ended the call. You could almost see him laugh at your reaction. "So did loverboy called?" Minsu asked with her brows raised, a teasing smile present. "Don't even ask. HE SAW MY PANTIES!" You whisper yelled making me choking sound. Minsu burst out laughing. "Oh my god this is peak comedy." She states as she doubled over laughing. "I hate you! Don't laugh at my misery." You whined. You pout as you walked towards your closet opening it. And just like Sangyeon had said there was a red box. "Did he left that for you? My lord the guys seems to be courting you or something." Minsu squeals. You put it down on the bed and lofted off the lid of the box. You froze in awe as you saw the things inside the box. A beautiful dress was placed in it. A beautiful set of necklace and earring. A ring. And was that a tiara. "Y/N WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM THAT HE GOT SO WIPPED ENOUGH TO SEND YOU THIS!" Minsu squealed excitedly as you tried to tell her to not be too loud.
"He didn't even gave me a choice! I am not even sure what kind of party is this. And just what I am supposed to expect from it. I am so frustrated." You said whimpering. "You will be fine! I am sure your gangster boyfriend will protect you." Minsu says giggling. "He is not my boyfriend. I don't even know if he is actually a gangster or some secret agent." You mumbled. "Don't think too much and get on with this plan okay. You will be safe." Minsu says. In your opinion she sounds too trusting. As if she is related to gangs and knows some are not actually that bad. "Are you dating a gangster or what?" you blurted out not being able to hold back the questions. Minsu flushes. "Aye Younghoon is.. well I am not even gonna try lying anymore. He is actually in a gang." She says. You gasp. "And you hid all this from me? Your best friend. Damn I feel so betrayed." You said dramatically putting your hand over your chest. She smacks your arm. "I didn't wanted to freak you out. And honestly. I know Sangyeon. Well not exactly. Last night Younghoon told me that their leader, Sangyeon, got shot and some mysterious girl helped him. And when you told me about how you saved a guy with a gunshot wound I just connected the dots. I am disappointed in you that you are not careful at all. I am thankful that it was Sangyeon and not someone else." Minsu says. You nods. Of course you yourself knew that you tended to be a bit careless.
"So you know about their gang?" You asked. "Yeah. I haven't met all of them. After all I am not a part of their gang. At least not officially. So far I have met four of them. Haknyeon, Hyunjae, Juyeon and Sangyeon. I met sangyeon only briefly but he seemed like a nice guy." Minsu says. "What will happen if you end up marrying Younghoon?" You asked curious. "Well I will officially become a part of the gang. To be honest I wouldn't mind that." Minsu says shrugging. You gulped. "I am nervous." You admitted. "Don't worry Y/N. As far as I know Sangyeon won't harm you. Or do anything that will make you uncomfortable. He is a respectable man. He has a sister and a nephew too if you ever wondered." Minsu says. "Do you perhaps know what kind of party he is taking me to?" You asked. "I don't know for sure Y/N. He handles a company which is legal. He hides his gang works behind that company. And you are not someone who knows much about gang life and shit. So what I can say is that the party might be something related to his company." Minsu says.
"There will be so many rich people then? God I hate rich people." You groaned which was kinda the truth. Most of the rich people show off a lot and you hated it. "Well you will survive after all you will have Sangyeon with you." Minsu says wriggling her eyebrows making you blush. "Oh shut up." You grumbled holding your face. "Anyway. I will get going now. Good luck with the party tomorrow. You don't need to come to the cafe. Enjoy your cinderella like moments honey." She says in a teasing tone. After seeing her off you went back to your room. Your eyes falling on the red box which had the jewelery and the dress. 'They looks so expensive.' You internally whined. You went to put them back inside the closet and went to the kitchen so that you can make something to eat. After you were done eating you went to continue writing your assignments after all you can't just leave them be. You will worry about Sangyeon and the party later for now you had an assignment to focus on.
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Sweet As Sugar, Right As Rain
Chapter 3 of the Varigo Coffee Shop AU! Yay! Thanks so much for all the support I’ve been receiving on this fic, I’ve enjoyed writing it so so much! It’s just been amazing (considering this is my first time EVER writing a fic so aha, I really appreciate the support!) Enjoy! <3
Word Count : 3809
TW - Strong Language
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  Sunlight beamed through the windows, the rays penetrating the temporary shield of his curtains and straight into his eyes. Hugo let out a loud groan and raised his arm to shield his eyes from the blinding light, however his attempts were futile. He resorted to pulling the emerald sheets over his head with a groan. Birds outside had other plans however, singing and tweeting right outside his goddamn window to ensure he couldn’t go back to sleep. Hugo shoved the sheets back in frustration, kicking them off him and letting them fall into a bundle on the floor. “Note to self. Buy some shutters.” he muttered, propping himself up on his elbows and reaching out for his glasses on the bedside table. 
  As everything came into focus, he took a second to look into the mirror. “Holy fucking shit.” he complained. Blonde locks jutted out in every direction imaginable, sticking up unnaturally. “Okay then. Shower time.” he said to no one in particular, shuffling off his bed as it made a painfully loud creak once his weight left it. Squeaking and shuffling sounded from the cage across his room, catching his attention, and he glanced over. A smile quickly took over his face.
  “Olivia! Hey there girl.” he jogged over, sitting at his desk and opening the top drawer of his desk to take out a packet of sunflower seeds. He tipped a few out of the packet, examining them in his hand before placing them in the cage in front of her. She inhaled the seeds, chittering and scurrying around in the cage happily after her breakfast with an energy unlike any other he’d seen before.
  “Yeah, yeah. I get it. You’re excited. But I’ve gotta go get ready, sweetheart.” he muttered, moving to stand. He gave in to his urges at her pouty face (could mice even pout? He’d have to google it later) before reaching into her cage with his finger and running a finger over her smooth, golden fur. “Okay, NOW I’ve gotta go.” he told the mouse sternly, pushing the chair away from the desk and moving to his feet. Arms made their way above his head in a long stretch as he made his way through the tiny apartment to his bathroom. 
  He should be grateful, he thought, that Donella was kind enough to let him live alone, but god, this place was less than satisfactory. The window panes were cracked in their frames and never really shut properly - making winters like these with their incessant flurries of snow the worst in the world. Banging and screaming always sounded from above him, with his neighbours being possibly the most dysfunctional couple in the history of romance. The walls were paper thin too - he could hear whenever his frat-boy next door neighbour bought a girl round, dreading whenever he did, and he wasn’t even allowed to keep any real pets! It took MANY hours of seducing the landlord to be allowed to keep Olivia in the apartment with him. And don’t even get him started on the rip-off rent costs. Alas, it was home and he couldn’t bear to live with Donella again. She was a great woman, taking him in when he was young and supporting him, but she was terrible when it came to motherly duties and..it was pointless to expect that from her. 
  The bathroom wasn’t much to brag about, either. A lime mat covered most of the tiled floor with a heater barely peeking out under the mass of towels placed carelessly on top of it. Reaching out, he turned the handle and let the water run, so it could heat up gradually. He tapped his foot as we waited, checking his phone. 11:15am. Why did it feel like he was forgetting something? It was probably something Donella told him to do. She did that sometimes - springing plans onto him out of nowhere. As if he didn’t have a social life at all. So inconsiderate, he mumbled to himself. It didn’t matter anyway, the shower water already at the right temperature. He stripped out of his pyjamas and hopped in.
  After his shower, Hugo finished drying his hair, tied it up and quietly changed into a light yellow shirt, blue jeans and his signature green jacket. He loved that jacket dearly, it being one of the first gifts Donella ever got him that wasn’t second-hand. (“Your clothes look ratty,” she’d said, trying to suppress her soft smile with a hardened expression. “I got you new ones. Maybe now you’ll look even slightly presentable.”) At least she was trying, he’d told himself as he started to fix his hair in the mirror. 
  Once he was fully satisfied, he set his course for the kitchen. In the hall, he passed various framed posters on the walls along with newspapers and small sticky notes with his engineering questions noted down on them. (All green, of course, because what was he, a monster? He had an aesthetic to uphold and he was determined to do so, goddamnit!). Shelves also littered the wall - containing various books on topics like engineering, chemistry, biology and physics. Donella had given him them too, so he had something to read growing up and to entertain himself while she was away on her business trips with her friend, Ulla. Sure, she’d be gone weeks at a time, leaving Hugo with Cyrus to be taken care of, but at least he had someone there to take care of him.
  He trailed his hand to the doorknob and twisted it, pushing the door open and walking into the room. It was slightly bigger than the other rooms in the apartment - counters along the walls with a small table in the middle. A clock sat on the wall as well. 12:26pm. Why did it still feel like he was forgetting something? A string of curses left his mouth after he, in his distracted state, stubbed his toe on the chair, “Motherfucker! Ow!” he cried out and hopped awkwardly to the coffee machine which was, not surprisingly at all, fern green. 
  Hugo let the machine do its thing, taking the cup of absolute joy after it was done and adding some sugar. Black coffee was his saviour on a morning - especially after he’d had a party the night before. The bitter taste flooded his mouth and tickled his nose, him letting out a content sigh of happiness. This was it. The freedom he’d always wanted. He let the serenity of the moment relax the tension in his shoulders and allowed himself a moment where he could just be alone. 
  The moment was broken by a bleep on his phone.
  “For fuck’s sake..” Hugo muttered as he checked the time again. 12:47pm. Shit, had it really been that long? Oh well..not as if he had anything to do today. His eyes scanned over the text he had received. 
Cyrus : Hey bud. Have a good time on your date today. Remember - Donella needs you at the workshop by 17:00. Don’t be late.
  Shit.
  He’d forgotten. How had he forgotten he was meeting up with Varian? He was such an idiot! He’d scored a date with the most handsome boy on the planet and somehow he’d forgotten! In his panic, Hugo tipped the coffee down the sink and rushed to the door...stubbing his toe again and slipping over. “FUCKING CHAIR!” he yelled and scrambled to his feet, scurrying and sitting on a step to lace up his shoe. His wallet and keys sat on the table by the door, his hand hurriedly scooping them up, shoving them into his pocket and racing out the door.
  Lungs gasped for air and burned as he sprinted down the street, dodging people on his journey to the coffee shop. The sun shining in the sky was deceiving, the bitter winter air biting at the back of his neck. He should’ve bought a scarf. It was too goddamn cold out here - the December airs howling past his ears. He should’ve bought his headphones too. Oh god, he hoped Varian hadn’t bailed on him. 
  He fell through the doorway, gulping at the stares he received as he made his way through the people in the shop in search of one boy in particular with the beautiful blue streak in his raven hair. He stuttered apologies before his eyes found what he was looking for. Making his way over, he began to apologise. “Hey hairstripe, sorry I’m late. I was-”. His words died out as he made his way closer.
  There, in the same booth as before, sat perfection in its finest form. Varian. His azure eyes were focused outside, gazing and half lidded but looking at nothing in particular. His ebony hair blew slightly in the slight breeze created by the fan in the shop, with the blue streaks sticking out against it. Freckled skin had a slight shine to it from the sun’s rays that provided perfect lighting and bringing out his soft features. His cyan sweater complimented the rest of his outfit, the headphones hanging around his neck matching the colour of his sneakers. It was like a movie scene - absolutely perfect. His mouth felt dry as the boy turned his head and gave him an excited smile and Hugo could swear he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of it. 
  “Hugh! Hey!” Varian said, waving his hand and watching Hugo as he moved to sit in the booth opposite him. “It’s fine, you don’t need to apologise. I got here early anyway so I was just listening to some music.” he added onto the end, leaning against the table with a grin on his face. “Love the jacket by the way, really compliments the shirt.” 
  “I-thank you. I could say the same for you though. That sweater really brings out your eyes. And your hair.” he reached out his hand, running the strands between his fingers before pulling his hand away. He let out a chuckle at the sight of Varian’s flushed face, eyes fixated on the younger male as he tucked his hair behind his ear and fiddled with the hem of his shirt stuttering out explanations. “Hairstripe, calm down. It’s just a compliment. Anyway, what do you want? The drink is on me.” 
  “Oh, um -a vanilla latte again. Please.”
  “Don’t miss me too much.” he grinned with a smug expression, laughing when Varian pushed him playfully before walking off to order. He let out a content sigh and glanced back at Varian as he ordered their drinks. The boy in question was playing with his hair as he read a chemistry textbook that he must’ve placed on the table when he left. He looked so beautiful, just sitting there without a care in the world. Hugo could just watch him forever, a red tint starting to build on the tips of his ears and cheeks as he realised just how long he’d been staring. He tore his eyes away from the breathtaking boy near the window and brought his attention back to the barista.
  “Vanilla latte and black coffee for Hugo?” the chestnut haired girl questioned, placing the drinks on the side and allowing Hugo to pick them up. He nodded graciously, flashing her a smile before returning to his seat. Leaving a $5 tip in the jar on the way, he sauntered back to the table with the drinks in hand and a smile on his face. 
  “Lord Varian, your drink has been served by your humble servant. I am forever in your debt.” he laughed and sat down opposite the boy again as he pulled his drink close to his chest and took a sip. Hugo looked out of the window with a smile, eyeing the people walking past in the freezing weather, holding hands with their loved ones and cuddling them close to ward back the December breeze. He wished he could do that with a certain obsidian haired boy sitting across from him reading a chemistry textbook like the adorable nerd he was. “So. How’s your week been? I saw you were in the library yesterday. You did look great by the way.” He smirked and winked in his direction.
  “Oh! It's been fine, Hugh. I do tutoring with Nuru on Wednesdays. We look after the sweetest boy in the world called Yong. He’s seriously the smartest kid I’ve ever met, but he gets so nervous to show it, y’know? And Nuru...god, she’s an amazing girl! Intelligent, yes, but just so mature and caring towards everyone! She’s a sweetheart really. How about you? Why were you there yesterday?” Varian asked quizzically, giving Hugo a little head tilt that made his heart soar. Fuck, he loved this boy. 
  “Me? Oh well, I was just picking up some books and doing some studying. I have an essay due in a few weeks and I just needed to look up some things.” he lied through his teeth. It was TOTALLY not because he wanted to see the other teen again before their date. Nope. No way. Nuh-uh. 
  “If you want me to, I could help you with your-”
  “NO!” He yelled out, leaning forward against the table before flushing red and moving back into his seat, composing himself and tapping his leg rapidly to calm himself down. “I’m sorry, I uh-I think I’ll be fine on my own. Thanks for the offer though.” he chuckled awkwardly, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Sorry...I’m just really awkward.” he apologised, sliding back in his chair and covering his face with his hands. Great. Perfect. Absolutely swell. He’s just embarrassed himself in front of the boy of his dreams like an absolute idiot. If whatever god there was could just strike him dead right now, that would be fan-fucking-tastic-
  A giggle followed by laughter and snorts broke him out of his spiral of self hatred. Varian’s hands wrapped around his wrists and gently lowered them, the most loving smile Hugo had ever seen plastered on his face as he dealt with the aftershocks of his laughing fit. “It’s okay. It was cute.” the boy commented, Hugo’s face twisting into a smile as well before joining him in his fit of laughter. 
  They must’ve looked like a strange pair - two boys laughing so hard they were in tears at a coffee shop in the middle of December, but neither of them cared. They were happy and that was all that mattered. Both took a sip from their coffees as they kept their eyes locked on each other. “Yep.” Varian thought, “Coffee does taste better when I’m drinking it with Hugo.” he concluded. He shuffled over in his booth, allowing Hugo to slide in beside him and look at the textbook to help with his questions. 
  Hugo tried his hardest to ignore how close Varian was, but after a few hours it became harder and harder to focus, with their shoulders pressed against each other and leaning forward with their eyes fixated on the book. A deep red flush developed on his cheeks yet again. Any closer and they’d be…Hugo tried not to focus on that, his gaze directing to Varian’s hand. He slowly and shakily took the younger’s hand in his own.
  Hugo turned his head to look at Varian, the younger boy coincidentally doing the same thing at the same time. Their noses almost touched, but both of them were too lost in the moment to bother pointing out the awkwardness of the situation, with Hugo intertwining their fingers under the table. “Hugo?” the younger whispered. Hugo could feel the tantalizing breath on his lips, intermingling with his own. Just a little closer. He tilted his head, leaning in and..
 His phone rang.
  Hugo snapped back to reality and moved away from Varian, letting go of his hand, much to both boy’s disappointment, and picked up his phone to answer it. “Hello?”
  “Hugo.” Donella’s rough voice replied, and boy howdy, did she sound pissed off. He was in trouble for sure this time. “It's 5pm. Where the hell are you.” she growled through the phone.
  “Shit, Donella I’m sorry. I forgot all about the time. I’ll start heading over now, I promise-”
  “Hurry up then.” she commented before hanging up, leaving no time for discussion. Hugo turned to see Varian - the hurt on his face wounding Hugo’s heart. A kicked puppy would probably look less hurt than the boy did in that moment. And he put that look on his face. He really was the worst wasn’t he? 
  “Hey-write down your address. I’ll pick you up at 5 next Thursday-” he began to say, Varian’s face twisting in confusion before grabbing a napkin and handing it to Hugo. “Alright, I’m sorry to cut this short.” he sighed and gathered his things together. Hugo turned to leave, before he felt a hand grab his wrist and a kiss was placed on his cheek. 
  “Thank you.” Varian looked at the floor, his face flushed red however a smile was still evident on it. Hugo’s mouth felt dry yet again as he froze for a second, a now all too familiar heat covering his face. He nodded in response and headed out the store, where he immediately leant against the wall and placed a hand on his cheek. 
  “Holy fucking shit..” he whispered to himself. “I’m in love with Varian Ruddiger.” He let himself get lost in the moment before another bleep reminded him of where he had to be. Shit. He started sprinting down the street, his path illuminated by streetlights as he passed them with a smile on his face. Well…
Next week was gonna be interesting.
  He opened the door to the workshop Donella ran, passing her henchmen as if they weren’t threatening at all. They fixed their glares onto him - okay yep, he was definitely in trouble for being late. He pushed open the doors, putting on his smug facade as he made his way to Donella’s desk. “Hey Donella, I’m here.” he declared, placing his hands on the desk and leaning against it. “You needed me?”
  “Yes, I did.” she frowned at him and gave him her infamous death stare. He cowered back slightly before regaining his composure again. “I trust this won’t happen again..?” she questioned, a slight smile tugging on her lips at the frantic nod he gave. “Good. Now get to work. We have an important client who requested specifically for you to make his product so..get to it.” 
  He hurriedly left her office, heading to his workspace and pulling on his goggles and gloves. Sheesh, that woman could seem evil sometimes - he bet in her past life, she was probably a supervillain. Maybe in an alternate universe, she was. He let out a breathy chuckle, glancing over the blueprints. Hm. Looked difficult, but he could do it. He set the paper aside and began to work, the incident from the coffee shop still playing on his mind. 
He couldn’t wait to see Varian again.
  Meanwhile, Varian packed his things again and began his walk home. Was Hugo about to...kiss him? Did he seriously feel the same as he did? It made him feel giddy just thinking about the way Hugo’s cold hands felt against his warm ones, the closeness that made his heart pound and ache for more contact, the way Hugo leaned in and tilted his head...wow. Hugo liked him. And he liked Hugo. 
  He pushed open his door and, once again, fed Ruddiger before heading up to his room. The cat purred gratefully and ate before following his master, lounging across his bed as if he owned the place. The audacity of the fat bastard! “Sometimes I wonder why I feed you.” Varian wondered aloud, grinning as the cat meowed back and swatted V’s hand as he tried to pet him. “Ow! Okay! Geez, I get it!” he laughed before reaching over and grabbing his phone to see some texts from Hugo.
Hugo : Sorry for leaving so early, short stuff
Hugo : My mom needed me for something and I completely forgot
Hugo : But hey, next week you’ll have me all to yourself ;)))
  Varian scoffed and looked at Ruddiger, who he swore had a disgusted expression as he read the phone screen. “I know Ruddiger. Absolutely disgraceful, isn’t it?” He chuckled, but..deep down he knew he wasn’t opposed to the idea of having Hugo all to himself...He shut that idea down fast, typing out a sarcastic response as he tried (and massively failed) to feign annoyance.
Varian : You wish I’d want that, you twerp
Hugo : Oh I don’t wish, I know ;)
Hugo : also, V? 
Varian : What is it now, Hugh?
Hugo : Thanks for the kiss. Didn’t get the chance to say that earlier but..thanks
Hugo : Anyway, I’ve gotta go. Mom wants me.
Hugo : See you next week, sweetie <3
Varian : No problem, Hugo. See you next week =)
  Varian set his phone aside and sat up. He completely forgot. He kissed Hugo’s cheek. Oh god, please don’t make it awkward, he internally begged. He didn’t want things to become weird between them. He really...really liked Hugo and just didn’t wanna mess this one up. He changed into his PJ’s and shuffled under the covers, reading through their conversations.
  “Goodnight Ruddiger..” he muttered as he turned off the lights and closed his eyes, trying to drift off to sleep. He sighed in frustration and brought out his phone, turning it on quietly and typing out 3 words. 
Varian : I Love You
  His lips twitched into a frown as he stared at those 3 words. They held so much weight - had the power to change the course of his and Hugo’s relationship as soon as he sent them. He thought back to their meeting. Was he just being friendly? Did he just get distracted? Did Hugo actually like him? A hand reached up to run through his hair. What if he was just misreading the signs? 
  What if Hugo found out? What if he found out about all the terrible things Hugo had done? The people he hurt? How badly he messed up? Varian bit his lip so harshly the metallic taste of blood flooded into his mouth. Hugo would never love someone like that. Someone who did everything that he did. Tears he didn’t even know had developed fell onto his phone screen, to his surprise. He quietly set it down and wiped his eyes. Not tonight, he thought.
  Varian held his finger down, erasing the text and setting his phone aside. He tucked his knees into his chest and looked at the wall. He had to tell him one day. Not now, but one day. He slowly started to drift to sleep, the thought of their date still fresh in his mind and the remnants of a smile on his face.
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mainly-kpop · 4 years
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You’re Invited
Word count: 6,759 Warnings: bloodsuckers, smut, small anxiety attack? Talks of killing, Yoongi is slightly stalkerish...  summary: A small halloween party to cure your boredom... what could go wrong? Vampires, that’s what could go wrong. 
Ft, my sketchy drawing bc i had a vision god damn it! also, happy halloween ;) 
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Vampires, you scoffed, who actually believed in that shit now? After twilight plummeted in sales, and that generation grew up, wasn’t it a thing no one talked about? Sparkling vampires and lightning baseball matches, it was all heavily fiction, vampires. as if. 
Sighing you turned the television off, sinking into the odd brown plush cushions of the couch. Staring up at the ceiling, making random noises with your mouth, and tapping your fingers on the couch. GOD, why were you so bored? It’s not like you had nothing to do. Honestly you had plenty you should be doing. Maybe work for a start? or the house needed a damn good clean. You could call your mother, see if she wanted to have lunch tomorrow. Instead, you eyeballed the Halloween invite to your left, the black and orange piece of paper making you grimace. How tacky and childish, who celebrates Halloween at this age? Were you just boring? Behind on things people actually took interest in now? Swearing under your breath, you grabbed the invitation reading it over. 
NEIGHBOUR! 
I wish to invite you to our super spoopy Halloween party! I will be heavily disappointed if you don’t dress up, but if you give me a shot of something wicked, I’ll let it pass... 
Hope to see you here! 
Taehyung. 
You knew of the boy, he lived with his friends. It seemed like some weird frat house, but some of them were far too old to be in a frat... Who were you to judge though. Puffing air loudly through parted lips, you trudged to your room to find something to wear. Eyeballing the Halloween outfit from three years ago, you shrugged. 
‘Let’s hope this fucking fits...’ you spoke to yourself, squeezing into the sexy Alice in Wonderland costume. It was snug, but it still looked half decent. Grabbing the invite off the kitchen counter, you headed out to the party. 
He didn’t leave an address, but the people screaming, the heavy base and the cars leading to the scene usually pointed out where to go. Shuffling past already drunk people on the doorstep, you slipped through the door. A boy pounced at you the second you stepped in, as if he had been waiting for your appearance. 
‘I’m so glad you made it!! And you dressed up how cute!’ You tilted her head, frown etched onto your features. Cute wasn’t really what you were going for, but go off chief. You smiled awkwardly at the boy dressed as a vampire. 
‘Yep.’ An awkward reply if he ever heard one, but he shrugged it off quickly. He grabbed your arm dragging you to the kitchen, placing a strange concoction in your hand. Looking into the cup, you shrugged, taking a gulp. If anything, at least it would cure your boredom. 
‘Is she here?’ Jungkook spoke, interest piquing as Taehyung re-joined the group. Yoongi rolled his eyes, smacking the other on his muscular arm. 
‘Of course she’s here you idiot, can’t you smell her?’ He questioned, a little sceptical about the talents of the younger boy. True he was newer than the rest of them, it was going to take some time for his skills to warm up, but he should smell you. The younger just shrugged, taking a sip of the drink in his hand. 
‘Also, why did we all have to dress like vampires. It’s fucking lame.’ Yoongi sulked, taking the fake fangs out of his mouth, throwing them onto the table in front of him. 
‘It’s funny, hyung! It’s dramatic irony!’ Taehyung moaned, Yoongi just rolled his eyes standing up. 
‘Dramatic irony my ass, it hurts my non beating heart. Why couldn’t we be zombies, now THAT would have been funny.’ Jimin giggled at the elder boys outburst, thinking about them dressed as zombies. Honestly dressing up for this season annoyed him in general. They only ever play along because Taehyung and Jin love it so much. 
You wandered about the party, eyeballing everyone dressed up. Was there a vampire theme tonight or? Did you miss the memo? You looked at the little paper invite in your hand, scanning it for any mention of vampires. Seeing nothing, you shrug, placing it down on an end table and walking away. Maybe vampires were still a big classic for people, huh, who knew! Downing the liquid in your cup, you grimaced. Whatever that boy gave you was not normal. 
‘Did you just down that in one? You’re supposed to sip it!’ He looked astounded to say the least, the tall vampire with big doe eyes. 
‘Pfft, who sips alcohol. What do you think I am? A child?’ You sassed, looking him up and down, he was hella attractive, all these ‘frat boys’ seemed to be. 
‘No I’m serious, that’s enough alcohol for like 5 or 6 rounds. You’ve just downed 6 rounds in one glass...’ You just laughed at him. Although, your head did feel fuzzy, maybe he was right. 
‘Ah, who cares, you think, you think I can’t handle alcohol?! I’m big girl! I can do it all little man!’ Jungkook groaned, god he hated humans at these stupid parties... You clung onto his arm, hiccupping. 
‘Hey! Where are you taking me?’ You gasped, he stopped to look down at Your fragile frame. You stood on your tip-toes to whisper in his ear. ‘Are we going to a bedroom? No offence but you’re a little young for me...’ He scoffed, now THAT was genuinely hilarious. 
‘Listen peach, I’m one hundred percent sure, I’m older than you. And no, we aren’t going to a bedroom.’ He groaned, lugging your dead weight around. 
‘Yoongi, help me please.’ He grumbled, practically throwing your drunken body onto his friends lap. Yoongi looked you up and down, smirking at your cute little costume. Your hair in little pigtails, dried fake blood on the dress.  He could tell you didn’t make much of an effort for this, that you really could have done without being here in the first place. 
‘Hello, you have pretty eyes.’ You hiccupped, poking lightly at his cheeks. He laughed at you, his fangs sitting between his lips. 
‘Hey, those look so real!’ You marveled, before he could stop you, you pushed your pointer finger to the bottom of his fang, splitting your skin. You pulled back instantly, sucking the finger into your mouth, whimpering at the shock. ‘Ouchie.’ You cried out, not noticing the eyes on you. 
‘Hey, little boy, stop looking at me like that!’ You grumble, pointing your other hand at him. Jungkook snaps out of his trance instantly, sighing at you. 
‘I’m not a little boy you child! I’m AT LEAST 60 years older than your stupid ass!’ He complained, making you burst out laughing. He tensed at the sound, hands clenched into annoyed fists by his sides. 
‘If you’re 60 years older than me, then you’re using really good face creams. This kid doesn’t even know how old he is!’ You marvel, whispering to Yoongi before getting distracted by the fangs again. he focused on putting them away before you could endanger yourself again. You seemed like the type to try again regardless of getting hurt. He wrapped an arm around your waist, trying to sit you up on the couch, rather than having your weight lounged across him. 
‘You’re like really pretty…’ You whispered, the boys around you laughed, trying to fall into their own conversations, or find their own women to deal with tonight. Yoongi always wanted you, you didn’t know him, but by god did he want you. You smelt so sweet, looked so tempting. Yoongi basically knew your whole schedule at this point, knew when you went for a jog or went out to work. Knew where you shopped for your groceries, and your favourite song. Most of these things he found out by chance, and saying it out loud seemed creepy. He was shopping the same day you were, he found that day and that place was usual for you. You jogged past their house on the regular, Yoongi naturally woke up one morning to close the blinds that incessantly plunged light into his room. Despite popular belief, he could go into the light, he just rather wouldn’t. It burnt his eyes, he hated sunlight when he was alive, he was not shocked to see it hadn't changed in death. Every morning after that he stood at the window, happy to see it wasn’t just luck when he saw you the first time. One time you looked up, saw him at the window, he closed the curtains quickly though, not really wanting to see your reaction. You might have thought he was a creep, or a stalker, either way you had frowned at the window, carrying on running.  The song thing was purely by chance, he walked past your home a lot at night, his ridiculously good hearing made him hear things he didn’t want to from people’s houses. Every second house, someone was fucking. He once heard your elderly neighbours screaming daddy, that really scared him. He still couldn’t look Mr and Mrs Williams in the eye. Despite that, walking past yours was his favourite, it was always the same pop song blasting through your speakers, he could hear the neighbours ranting about it but he would just laugh. He found himself singing it regularly, not able to place it until he heard it from you again. That’s when he knew he was screwed. I mean enjoying a person is one thing, but he basically knew things about you he shouldn’t, he felt more like a stalker every day, it was getting dangerous. 
The others could see it too, but it wasn’t something they could really help with, maybe he just needed to fuck you to get you out of his system, that was the plan of course. The second you got that invitation, it wasn’t a coincidence. It was meant to drop through your letterbox, bright and colourful to catch your eye. Taehyung had remembered humans were tempted by bright things. Jin had insisted on glitter too, mentioning shiny objects, Yoongi just rolled his eyes, promising you weren’t that kind of person. Now here you sat, basically on his lap, drunk as Jungkook used to get before he was turned. ‘White girl wasted’ if you will. 
‘You said that already angel.’ He laughed, trying still to sit you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, falling more into him. His hands flew into the air, not actually sure what to do. I mean, yeah, he had a taste of you, you tasted better than he could ever imagine, but you were drunk. He could practically taste the alcohol in your blood. He wanted you, but he wasn’t a monster, despite, well, being a monster. He wasn’t going to take advantage of you, not tonight, not in the foreseeable future. 
‘No, I said you had pretty eyes. Stupid boys, you never listen!’ You sighed, throwing yourself backwards, luckily no one was sitting behind you. You lounged over him and the couch, the only problem being your VERY short dress. Yoongi’s eyes popped out his skull, picking you back up into a sitting position. He wrapped a blanket around your legs, slinging you over his shoulder. You frowned, thumping on his back. To him it felt like a strange type of massage, to you it was clearly meant to hurt him. The thing that annoyed you most, even in your drunken state, was the fact he had the NERVE to laugh.
‘Hey, pretty boy! Put me DOWN!’ You squealed, being carried to a quiet room. He threw you down on the bed. Walking to the dresser, he rummaged through drawers. 
‘Listen buddy, if you’re trynna smash right now I ain’t down.’ You protest, trying to get up off the bed, before you can even register it, he’s by your side. Wait, wasn’t he on the other side of the room? 
‘I ain’t trying to smash you, idiot. Here put these on.’ He speaks, handing you some clothes. You were staring at the items in your hands, quirking an eyebrow at him.
‘What? Do you not like my outfit? The tea boy said I looked cute!’ You pout, crossing your arms over your chest. This would be endearing if your tits weren’t already falling out the dress. He groaned, frustrated in so many different ways. 
‘Please, angel, just put the clothes on.’ He whined, you frowned, poking his chest with your finger. He looked mildly confused before smirking at you. 
‘My name is not angel pretty boy, it’s Y/N.’ You grumble, grabbing your hand to pull you to your feet, he stood chest to chest with you. Your breath hitched in your throat, if he told you right now, to get on your knees you would. Fuck being drunk, fuck saying you didn’t want it, you did. Fuck you really did. 
‘My name isn’t pretty boy Y/N, it’s Yoongi.’ He whispered, testing your name and his name together on his tongue. His fingers slipped to the zip of your dress, pulling it down painfully slowly. His lips met your ear, grazing across the lobe as he spoke. ‘But you can call me whatever the fuck you want.’ He whispered, watching the goosebumps appear on your skin, listening to your heart rate skyrocket. He tried to control himself, pulling away from your body watching the dress fall to the floor. You didn’t try to cover up, too busy trying to figure out what his next move was. Gently he grabbed the clothes out of your hands, slipping the shirt over your head, covering your exposed breasts. 
‘Are you really not going to try something?’ You whisper, puppy eyes staring up at him. He smiled down at you, letting the boxers he picked out for you fall beside your dress, pooled around your ankles. 
‘As much as I would love to ravish you darling, you’re drunk.’ he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, softly holding your cheeks. You pushed your forehead against his, closing your eyes. 
‘What if I want it?’ You whispered, chest heaving, despite being drunk this was taking a lot of confidence. He could hear your heart thrumming in your chest, the blood pumping through your veins. You were turned on, you wanted this. He had control, little to none, but some. He was mustering all the control now, to continue turning you down, but the more you begged, the more he wanted to give in. 
`If you keep teasing me like that, I won't go easy on you when you wake up.’ He growled, forcing you to look at him. However, your faces were close, him pushing your face up like this had your lips ghosting on his. Both your eyes widening in shock, he relaxed quicker than you did, slamming his lips on yours. He needed a taste, one little taste to sedate himself, to tide himself over. He pushed you down to the bed, the kiss quickly heating up. You nibbled his lips, moaning into his mouth. 
‘We need to stop.’ He groaned, practically ripping himself away from you. You whimper at the loss of him, making grabby hands. 
‘If you won’t have sex with me, can you at least cuddle with me?’ You whine, climbing under the sheets, pouting dramatically. He laughed at you, nodding in agreeance. He changed out of the awful halloween costume, settling for just his boxers. It was a warm night, he didn’t need much more. 
Waking up the next morning, your head pounded. You let out a loud groan, burying your face into the pillow below you. You didn’t recognise the scent filling your nose, realising you must have gone home with someone. Real smart girl. You chaste yourself, wondering what you even had to drink. Only remembering drinking one drink, you frown. Drugs? A light snore came from beside you, making you shoot your head over, if he drugged you, he was about to get a fucking earful. He roofied the wrong bitch. 
‘HEY YOU!’ You screamed, smacking a hard slap down on his chest. He coughed and spluttered, doubling over in pain. 
‘WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!’ He screamed through coughs, trying to get the air back into his lungs. You sat upright in his bed, arms crossed scowling at him.
‘Did you drug me?!’ You shout at him, ready to kill him. Ready to hurt, maim and kill the man in front of you. He looked confused, squinting at you trying to figure out what the FUCK you were talking about. 
‘Somehow, I drink one drink, remember nothing and now I’m in your bed, with nothing but my panties and YOUR SHIRT. Did you drug me?’ He couldn’t help but laugh, couldn’t help but be weirdly amused by you. Glaring at him harder, you punched his arm full force. You may look like a prissy little girl, but you worked out god damn it, you were tough!
‘CAN YOU STOP HITTING ME?!’ 
‘IF YOU STOP LAUGHING AND ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTIONS YEAH I MIGHT.’ You yell back, he huffed, sitting up to face you. 
‘Hi, my name is Yoongi, and no I didn’t drug you. The punch we make for these parties isn’t well, it isn’t for your kind. It’s strong. You, being an idiot, drank it like a fucking shot. Impressive that you didn’t vomit though…’ He explains, but there was only one thing you picked up on. 
‘What do you mean my kind? You being sexist? Because I’m female I can’t handle alcohol? Listen “Yoongi” I bet I could drink your little ass under the table.’ You sass, Yoongi rolled his eyes. Before you knew it, you were pinned to the wall across the room, hands beside your head, Yoongi’s face inches away from yours. 
‘I meant human darling. Not fucking female.’ He growled, fangs sticking through, making him unable to close his mouth. Fear rushed through your body, kicking your fight or flight reflexes into action. You did both, kicking him as hard as you could in his crotch, running as fast as you could. Realistically, at the speed he threw you into the wall he could catch up with you in seconds, kill you in a heartbeat. Regardless, you made it to your home, safe and sound. Yoongi stood in his bedroom, slamming his head off the wall repeating ‘Stupid!’ Like a mantra. 
‘I know you are but can you keep it down?’ Came a sarky voice from the door. Yoongi turned with eyes glazed over in anger. The boy cowered, running down the hall. 
‘Jungkook!’ He screamed after him, gaining the boys attention. He turned slowly, waiting to hear what the older boy wanted. 
‘Call a house meeting.’ He requested quickly. five minutes later all the boys were gathered in the living room, watching Yoongi pace the floor. Namjoon bit his lip nervously, not really sure what he was sitting here for. 
‘Yoongi, why are we here?’ He sighed, leaning back on the couch. He let his eyes filter around the room, the aftermath of the Halloween party staring him in the face. The mess was a kick in the gut, but not as bad as the next few words to tumble out of Yoongi’s mouth. 
‘She knows. She knows what I am.’ He spoke clearly, not fumbling over his words for a second. He looked at all of their faces one at a time, each displaying variations of fear and anger. 
‘What do you mean, she knows. What the fuck did you do Yoongi?!’ Jin yelled, slamming his hand on the table. Yoongi told them an account of the night, letting the information sink in. There was a long silence, longer than he could bare. No one spoke for what seemed like a lifetime, and he would know. 
‘She has to die.’ Namjoon spoke, saying what everyone was thinking. Despite it being on everyone’s mind, even his own, they still protested.
‘Namjoon that’s too fair.’ Hoseok spoke, sorrow in his eyes for his friend.
‘We can’t just kill her.’ Jimin pouted, actually kind of enjoying having a pretty face in the neighbourhood. 
‘You can’t just say things like that.’ Jungkook spoke, despite how you treated him last night, he knew you didn’t deserve to die. 
‘It’s Yoongi’s mistake, he needs to fix it.’  Namjoon spoke plainly, standing up from the couch. He placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, smiling sadly at him. It’s not like Namjoon wanted to be the one to say it, but they all seemed to look up to him, maybe because he’s been “dead” the longest. Either way, he became a leader, he wasn’t about to let them all die for one girl. They all had to do it at some point, all had to kill someone who found out, this was nothing new, so why was Yoongi so devastated at the outcome? 
You stood in your home, pacing the floor, the nails you had prided yourself on, now bitten down to stubs. Four years of growing, four years of no biting and now here you are, down to the skin. The floor you paced on was probably worn now, the squeaks of the floorboards definitely seemed louder. You should call a friend, or a co-worker, stay somewhere else until he’s forgotten you. He can’t kill you if you’ve disappeared right? You had a feeling that wasn’t his intention, you were drunk, black out drunk. He could have killed you, but he didn’t. Why? You knew he didn’t want you dead, but that didn’t stop your overactive mind thinking of different scenarios of your early demise. Fuck, you know you shouldn’t have gone to that stupid fucking party. Looking around for your phone, you couldn’t find it. Searching high and low, your entire house, nowhere in sight. You scream into the fucking void because OF COURSE IT’S AT HIS HOUSE. There was no way in hell you were going back for it. Nope, not a chance, no fucking way. 
‘Y/N?’ He muttered in disbelief, staring at you, hand still in the air from going to knock on the door. It swung open before you had a second to even knock. For a second you debated running, but  again, it opened before you could even move your feet. Why were you here? You could just buy a new fucking phone, forget it ever happened, who needs it? Not you. 
‘This was a mistake, I have to go.’ You spoke, stepping backwards, keeping your eyes on him, you did not trust him, not one bit. Your foot landed on a bottle, making you lose your balance, maybe walking backwards wasn’t a good idea? Who fucking knew. 
Before you could hit the floor, arms wrapped around you, pulling you upward. You didn’t have a second to protest before you were in the house, door closed behind you. 
‘Why are you here?’ He questioned, concern and confusion lacing his voice. Clearly you were crazy or just plain stupid for coming back. 
‘I left my phone, I wanted it back but I can just buy a new one.’ You rushed out, trying to get to the door, the more you tried, the more his body crowded around yours. He trapped you against the wall, unable to flee like your instincts needed you to. 
‘Please, hear me out.’ He begs, not even above a whisper. 
‘Hear you out about what? It was a normal party, I got too drunk, you took care of me I left that morning. Nothing strange, nothing out of the ordinary, just people dressed as-’ You stop, the word “vampire” on the tip of your tongue. The thought made your blood run cold, the hair on your arms standing on end. Yoongi sighed, bowing his head in disappointment. 
‘Don’t tell anyone, please. No one is going to hurt you, just please don’t tell anyone.’ He begged, at this your face softened. Seeing someone so powerful, so fast, so strong beg and plead was sort of strange. You tilted your head at him, furrowing your eyebrows until you caught the face peeking around the corner. His eyes narrowed in on you, glaring at you. 
‘You might not hurt me, but the little CHILD back there might!’ You growled, suddenly having a lot of confidence for someone standing in a fucking vampire cave. The boy scoffed, stepping out from behind the wall. 
‘I’m not a CHILD, how many damn times do I have to tell you?’ He sarked back, hands on his hips, you snorted at the baby faced man in front of you, pushing Yoongi to the side. Man this kid was getting on your nerves. 
‘You’re a child, you literally look fifteen, fight me baby boy.’ You smirked, assuming he wouldn’t do anything. In that second your back was pressed against the wall again, his face so close his heavy breaths hitting your face. 
‘I’m a vampire too baby, so call me baby boy one more time.’ He growled, Yoongi just glared at him, crossing his arms with a sigh. He knew the youngest wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, he would fucking kill him if he did. You had lost the bite of your tongue, trying to think of something to say. His face was too close, his breath smelt too sweet, his cologne too strong. Every sense you had was clouded, by him. ‘What? Nothing to say baby girl?’ He teased, trailing his fangs over your neck. To your surprise, you didn’t flinch nor did your mind go blank. You let him carry on trying to scare you. When he pulled back, gazing into your eyes, you rolled yours. 
‘Are you done? I just came back for my phone.’ You replied lazily, trying to seem brave, you were sure he could hear your heartbeat. The way he looked down to your chest solidified the idea in your mind. 
‘You got a brave one here Yoongi, how tempting…’ He spoke to the man beside you, eyes still trained on you. Within a second he was gone, your body collapsing to the floor. Yoongi rushed to your side instantly, checking you over. Nothing was wrong, your legs must have just given out at the shock. 
‘I won’t tell anyone, can I just leave.’ You whimper, trying to hold back the tears. You weren’t scared of him weirdly enough, but Jungkook sent a chill through your spine. You were sure he was a nice kid, and you were sure everyone else was just as sweet. Stepping even onto the property today, all you sensed was hostility and anger, that wasn’t a friendly vibe nor one you wanted to be entangled with. Yoongi sighed again, helping you off the floor, leading you to the stairs. 
‘Where are we going?’ You panicked, stopping dead in your tracks. he soothingly rubbed your back, making you look at him. 
‘Your phone is in my room, I can leave you here if you want, but I don’t think you want to meet the others right now.’ He guessed. He was correct, you forced your legs to walk again, following him up to the room. He couldn’t help but smile, you were still wearing his shirt. Granted, you probably didn’t think changing was important, you were probably just as stressed and scared as him. He sat down on his bed, handing you the small device that was left on his bedside table. You grabbed it out his hand, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. Quickly you are reminded of being thrown out of the bed, pressed to the wall, then you kicking him in the balls… You wince at the thought, letting a little snort slip out. He looked up quickly to you, seeing the smile on your face. He quirked an eyebrow, silently asking what was so funny, especially in this situation. He was one loose lip confession away from endangering the whole group, and you were one confession away from dead. 
‘I’m sorry for kicking you in the balls earlier, wait. Do you still have balls? Okay, I mean, you have balls, but do you still FEEL it you know?’ You question, blabbering out the words. You really needed to get this whole word vomit thing under control. He looked at you for a second before laughing, almost clutching his stomach at the speed it ripped through him. 
‘Yes, I can still feel my balls. Also, it hurt like a bitch, where did you learn to kick like that?’ He winced, recalling the memory of this morning, him smashing his head on the wall over and over again. 
‘I take lessons at the gym, got to learn to defend myself you know? Don’t know who or what is out there.’ You joke, watching him roll his eyes. 
‘What now you can make jokes?’ He teased, getting up from the bed to walk towards you. You shrug your shoulders in response.
‘Well, now I know I can hurt you, it gives me a bit of confidence.’ You reply, stepping back a pace. 
‘I’m still faster than you angel, still smarter, stronger.’ You roll your eyes, back against the wall again. 
‘I get that, also my name isn’t angel, it’s-’ 
‘Y/N, I know you told me last night.’ He teased cockily, putting his hands on either side of your head. Trapping you again, why do you let yourself into these situations? 
‘You know, you teased me so bad last night. Practically begged for me, then you ran this morning before I could keep my promise.’ Your heart raced, but not from fear. Call it curiosity. 
‘What promise would that be?’ You question, voice shaking slightly. Okay, maybe you were still slightly scared.
‘Tell me when to stop.’ He whispered before pressing his lips to yours, but he meant it. If this was too much for you, then he would stop, would let you leave right now, but there was no protest. Just a gasp when he first did it, but seconds later you relaxed. Broken memories flashed in your mind from last night. ‘pretty boy’ and ‘Darling’, along with a very fuzzy make out session. 
‘Yoongi.’ You whispered through kisses, making him pull away. His eyes bore into yours, making you throw all caution to the wind. ‘Fuck it.’ You mutter, slamming your lips onto his once again, chasing his scent and taste, the feel of him. You wanted it all, and you would beg in seconds if you were asked. 
‘You don’t know what you did to me last night darling.’ He whispered, picking you up with little to no effort, walking to the bed and throwing you down. Your body bounced for a second, his shirt riding up your stomach. 
‘Oh? Was I naughty?’ You tease, smirk on your mouth. He growled back at you, falling to his knees in front of you, pulling your crotch closer to his face. Yoongi was wasting no time today. You were sober, had full control over this situation right now, and he would keep it like that, but man did he fucking want you. He planted kisses along your thighs, making little whimpers escape your mouth. 
‘You were so fucking naughty. I had more than just a taste of your lips, and let me tell you, it was fantastic. You know, vampires don’t have much self control, but I pulled every ounce I had not to fuck you senseless last night.’ He groaned, already smelling how wet you were. He pulled your panties down painfully slowly, just savouring the way they trailed over your thighs. You weren’t a self conscious person but the way he was looking at your right now had you wanting to close your legs, or smack him in the face. Somewhere balanced perfectly between. 
‘You should have just done it.’ You whimper, feeling his breath hit your core, showing you how painfully wet you really were. He laughed before licking a strip up from your entrance to clit, making you arch your back at the contact. It had been a while okay? 
‘Really baby? What do you remember from last night?’ He teased, still giving gentle licks to your clit. You thought for a second, trying to think back to last night. ‘Tell me from the start baby, give me the whole story, and don’t stop.’ He smirked, licking one strip with slightly more pressure making you whimper. You knew he was doing it to be a dick, but you might as well join in right? 
‘I remember the invitation. Stupid fucking invite. Who designed that by the way? It was a-awful!’ You began, whimpering. The more you talked, the faster and harder he swirled his tongue, having you squirming in his grasp. ‘Anyway, I remember digging through my wardrobe to find a-a costume- fuck. I didn’t want to ah- bring my alcohol over to fuck- you guys, it’s mine.’ You cried, arching your back, tugging on his hair as it tickled the inside of your thighs. ‘I came to the party, the happy looking boy greeted me and shoved a- holy christ- drink in my hand.’ He shoved two fingers inside you wiggling them around to throw you off. ‘Oh my god, you’re so fucking good at this.’ You praised, getting slightly off track. He stopped his tongue movements, fingers still scissoring inside of you. 
‘That’s not part of the story now is it darling?’ He teased, darting his tongue out once more, you throw your head back at the fact he gets it RIGHT on your clit. He smirked at the way you responded, enjoying the way you curl for him. 
‘You’re right okay. I don’t remember much after- ah-ah-after that. I remember you, I remember fangs. They could have been fa-a-ake though. Everyone was dressed like a fucking vampire. Which reminds me, That memo wasn’t-FUCK- wasn’t on the invite!’ You gasped out, free hand running through your hair brushing it out of your face. He delivered a gentle suck to your clit to test how you would react when you groaned in satisfaction, he did it again. ‘Okay shit, I remember you calling me darling, I remember you taking my dress off, giving me close, I mean clothes, dressing me- fuck Yoongi i’m gonna cum!’ You scream, arching your back, waves rippling through your body as you soak the bed below you, legs snapping shut as you curl in on yourself, waves still rushing over and over your body. 
‘Holy shit.’He groaned, pulling his shirt off instantly, wiping his face and hands on it, throwing it lazily to the side. He crawled on top of you, lying you back onto your back, kissing you hard and fast, not caring if you were still going through the aftermath of your orgasm. 
‘Was that all you remember?’ He whispers, brushing his nose against yours. It was an unusually soft moment for what was happening, making your heart pitter-patter happily in your chest. 
‘I remember you kissing me, saying we had to stop. I remember grabbing for you, wanting you to just fuck me. So do it Yoongi, fuck me.’ You beg, pulling his lips back to yours, revelling in the whimper that slips through his own. He unbuckled his belt with one hand, then his jeans, pulling himself out of his pants. 
‘Shouldn’t we use a condom?’ You mumble, thrusting your hips towards him regardless, he laughs at the juxtaposition of your actions and words. 
‘I’m dead baby, i’m immune but clean, and I can’t get you pregnant.’ He replied, pushing himself into you, savouring the way your walls clench around him, your pulse spiking. 
‘Holy shit.’ Laughing at the way you both spoke the words in unison. You shift your hips to let him know he could move. Sighing, he lifted himself up, slamming into you hard, but not taking a fast pace. He kept it slow, letting you feel every stroke and ridge. You hadn’t fucked without a condom before, but feeling every part of him felt so fucking good, you question why you never asked these questions before. Why you never even wanted to try? 
‘You know, there was one thing you forgot, last- fuck- last night.’ Yoongi spoke through grunts, pushing his hips into you, speeding up slightly. Your head was tilted back, and all he could think of was your pulsing artery. 
‘What’s that?’ You whine, wrapping your legs around his hips, forcing him in further, squeezing around him as he buried deep inside of you, he groaned at the feeling, wanting to push his hips in further, wanting to fucking ravish you. 
‘You stabbed your finger on my fang baby, I’ve had a taste and I’m trying so hard not to take more.’ He growled, showing you his face. His eyes were wide, cast over in lust and hunger, fangs poking out, the last shred of self control diminishing. This morning, the sight made you want to throw up in fear, made you curl in on yourself and flee, but now, it turned you on all the more. You whimpered at the thought of his fangs in your neck, letting your back arch. He wrapped a hand around your throat, covering the artery from his sight. 
‘I’m not fucking joking darling, I will bite you.’ He growled, fucking you harder now than before, as if he was fucking some kind of frustration out. He punctuated every word with a thrust, reaching places you didn’t even know someone could. 
‘Then do it. Fucking bite me, fuck- claim me Yoongi.’ You moan, numbly grabbing his back as you feel your next orgasm shooting through you. One hand trailed down to your clit as his fangs grazed your neck. 
‘Are you sure?’ He whispered, waiting for you to pull away, to take it back, but you didn’t. You laced the blunt nails that did drag down his back, through his hair, pulling as his teeth sank into your neck. He growled at your taste, the liquid coating his tongue as he swallowed. Wrapping his arms under your back, he lifted you up, fucking you sensless as he drew your blood. You were light headed, not sure what sensation you were enjoying more. Your orgasm rushed through you, but you were too tired to cry out, too tired to react other than little whimpers. He sucked until your body became limp in his hands, finishing inside of you at that moment. Ripping his teeth out of your neck, he licked over the area, sealing it up, lying your knocked out frame down on the bed, he ran to the bathroom, grabbing a facecloth. He cleaned you up, slipping a shirt gently back over your head, covering your lower half in a pair of boxers. He lay beside you, waiting for you to wake up. You were still alive, he could tell from the way your chest steadily rises and falls. 
‘What happened?’ You whine, peeling your eyes open slowly trying not to wince at the light. Yoongi was by your side in seconds, which you wish you could say you were surprised by. He sat you up, pushing a glass of water into your hands. 
‘I took a little too much blood, I’m really sorry…’ He pouted, looking down at the sheet covering you. You laughed at him, sipping the water he had given you. 
‘I noticed you dressed me again.’ You teased, letting a comfortable silence settle over you.
‘Are you going to tell, like who we are?’ He questions, hoping to god you say no, hoping with his whole unbeating heart, that you say no. 
‘I think, I’ll keep it to myself, that is, if this is a regular occurrence?’ You motion, hoping he understands you mean the sex, he smirks, to which you assume he understood. 
‘I think that could be arranged.’ He teases, removing the water from your hand, crawling back on top of your body. You giggle happily before a knock sounds at the door. Yoongi shouts a “Yeah?” towards the door. A voice came through the wood, not wanting to come into the room. 
‘I’ll have you know, I was proud of that damn invitation you dicks.’ The happy boys voice sounds from behind the door, not sounding so happy now. You cover your mouth with a giggle, watching Yoongi as he sighed, how did he forget the whole house had supernatural hearing? 
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