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russellsppttemplates · 2 months

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All the milestones (Lando Norris)

Fraser came earthside earlier than you expected

Note: english is not my first language. Believe it or not, I'm also a preemie (genetically and health wise, I am a catch, I know). Jokes aside as this is a serious topic, I was born at thirty three weeks because of some complications and it all turned out well, but I am aware of what it entailed from people telling me and it isn't something I've seen around here! Knowing that the diversity I write brings comfort to read and to ask this warms my heart up so much 🫶 I'm also basing this off of my mum's experience!

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Tw: mentions c-section and themes related to hospital stays and procedures, prematurity, pre-eclampsia

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"I'm really sorry I can't go with you, darling", Lando apoligised as he set the plate with lunch in front of you, "it's okay, it's just an ultrasound", you responded, "we're just going to check if everything is alright with you, right, little one?", you tapped your babybump softly. At thirty weeks pregnant, you were starting to feel the tiredness and aches like you had felt in your previous pregnancy, only now you had a toddler to look after as well, so you had been taking it easy. Fortunately, you were able to juggle work and family life in a way that allowed you to make the minimum compromise to both spheres of your life.

"Drink your water, baby", Lando reminded you, tapping the jug, "I'm going to pick up my dad from the airport and then we'll both get Tilly. Are you feeling like going out for dinner or should I get take out and we eat here?", he questioned, taking a bite of his food.

"I'd prefer to stay in", you stated, "are you feeling like anything special?", he asked back.

"Right now I can't think of anything", you offered, not really looking forward to eating the delicious food in front of you if you were really being honest. Still, you manage to eat the most of it.

"Have a good meeting, Lan, I love you", you said as you put your coat on, grabbing your bag with all your documents.

"Be safe, okay, baby?", he checked, kissing the top of your head and then kissing your baby bump, "and you too, buddy, keep yourself and mummy safe and sound, don't give her too much trouble", he said, helping you out of the door before you went on your separate ways, "I love you, gorgeous mummy!", he winked before he got inside his car.

Once you arrived at the hospital and checked yourself in, your midwife Amelia greeted you in the examination room, "how have you been feeling, Y/N?", she asked as she slipped the bad on your arm to get your blood pressure numbers, sending the urine sample to the lab.

"I've been feeling a little tired, especially compared to last time, which I can only put down to having Tilly, and she's a very calm child", you giggled, remaining quiet as the machine got your numbers.

"These look quite high, did you run up here?", she asked, "no, I got here earlier than I expected actually, I've been sitting on the waiting room for a bit", you scrunched your face.

"We'll just wait for your results and then we'll see if it's something we have to wordy about", she tranquilized, "let's see you baby boy, shall we?", she smiled as you lifted your shirt, letting her apply the cream and move the wand around.

"There's your son, Y/N", she smiled, "He's a bit quiet, but the heartbeat sounds good", she smiled, taking a few more pictures so you could bring them home for Lando and Matilda to see.

A knock on the door alerted you both as Amelia was taking your measurements, "I have the results for Y/N Y/L/N-Norris", your OB checked, seeing you in the room, "Hi, Y/N, I thought I'd only see you later", she said as she walked in. She pulled on a stool and sat on it, "your results are indicating that you might be in pre-eclampsia", she said as she showed the tablet's screen to Amelia, her stern expression confirming your suspicions on how serious the situation was, "your body is having trouble keeping up with everything, hence your high blood pressure and your urine results suggest your kidneys are working overtime as well", Dr. Martin said as you straightened up, hands coming to wrap around your baby bump protectively, "your baby is fine, so that's not a big worry, but we do think it would be best if we delivered him tonight", she advised.

"But he's too small", you argued.

"You're at thirty weeks, which isn't ideal, but the survival rate is very very high for babies born at this time, and we also have a team that is specialised in preemie care, so he will be in the best hands", she comforted, "we need to give you corticosteroids to make sure the baby's lungs are ready for when he comes earthside, we'll get you admitted and monitor you and the baby to make sure he's not struggling either. In a few days, depending on how this goes, we'll do a c-section. I know it's not ideal, but this is the best way to make sure you and baby boy stay safe".

Sighing, you nodded, "okay, whatever is best for both of us", you asserted, "I just need to call Lando - my father in-law is coming to stay for a bit and they're getting Matilda from school", you thought out loud.

"Absolutely, dear, everything is going to be just fine", Amelia conforted while Dr. Martin set you up to go to a room.

Lando helped Matilda up to her car seat, strapping her in as she spoke to his father, "and did you have a good day, princess?", Adam asked, "yes, we coloured lots and we saw a couple of butterflies when we were having our snack!", she smiled as Lando drove home.

The car system alerted them of a call from you, "hey, beautiful, I'm in the car with my father and Tilly - say hi to mummy, babygirl!", he encouraged, "Hi, mummy!", she cheered, "Hey Y/N", Adam greeted too.

"Hey, guys! Lando, can you give the phone to your dad, please?", you asked, "sure, love", he said as he disconnected the phone from the car, nodding his father to take the phone in the console.

"Hey, Y/N, is everything alright?", Adam asked over the phone, "Hey, Adam, I hope you travelled well! I'm not sure if Lando told you, but I had an appointment today, and it turns out I have to be admitted", you began, "I don't want to worry him, much less when he's driving, so as soon as you get home, can you tell him to call me back again, please? Baby Fraser might join us sooner than we expected", you mumbled, nerves obvious in your voice as Adam stayed with a neutral face.

"Absolutely, Y/N, I'll let him know", he said before hanging up.

"What was it? Is everything alright?", Lando asked, knowing there would be a reason as to why you didn't want to have everyone listening to the conversation.

Checking the rearview mirror to see Matilda playing with one of her books, Adam clarified Lando, "she is going to stay at the hospital for a little longer than she expected for some check ups, she didn't want Matilda to hear about it", he said. It wasn't too much of a lie, and he certainly didn't want to scare anyone and since Lando would be calling you anyway, it could wait for a bit, "she asked you to call her when you got home. Don't worry, I'll keep Matilda entertained", he smiled.

Once they arrived, Adam left his things in the guest bedroom and met Matilda in the kuchen, "grandpa will make you some snacks. What do you want, darling?", he asked as he urged Lando to go and make a call to you.

"Hi, baby", Lando said as you picked up, "dad said you wanted me to call you, is everything alright?", he asked as he stepped inside the bedroom, hanging his coat in the closet.

"Hi, my love", you sighed and sending Lando into alert, "when they did my check up, Amelia took my blood pressure and it was really high, and my urine sample didn't look great either. It turns out I'm in pre-eclampsia and they want to keep me for observation, and it's likely Fraser will join us in the next few days", you added, "I need you here -, and things for me", you let out.

"Are you okay? I'll start packing right away", he said as he put his phone on speaker, looking for pyjamas and toiletries.

"My blood pressure is high - so far there's no distress for the baby, and they want to keep him in for as long as they can", you explained, "I, I am fine staying here on my own, that's okay, but I really need you here for a bit", you asked, "of course, my love. I'm going to pack these up quick and I'll be there. I love you", he said before you said it back, putting his phone in his pocket and zipping the bag.

"Daddy, where are you going?", Matilda asked as she saw the bag, "princess, mummy is going to stay in the hospital for a bit so the doctors can make sure her and baby are okay, and daddy is going to take a few things for her", he announced, crouching down so he was at her level.

"Is mummy sick?", she pouted, "she's a little tired, so they're going to make sure she rests up as much as she can", he slipped out, "I'm going to be there for a little bit to giver her her pyjamas so she's comfy, and then I'll be right back, okay? Can you stay here with grandpa?", he asked.

"Okay, daddy", she said before walking away, "but wait!", she called from the hall.

"I'll get dinner started and tuck her in if it gets too late - she didn't want me to tell you until you were home", he apoligised, "I know, I know, thanks for being here, it was bloody good timing", Lando mused.

Matilda came back with one of her stuffed toys, a McLaren bear she loved, "this is for mummy, so she doesn't sleep alone", she smiled sweetly. Maybe her innocence was positive because it meant she was dealing with the situation quite well.

"I'll give it to mummy, baby girl, I bet she'll love it", he smiled, kissing her cheek and leaving to the garage so he could drive to the hospital.

When he arrived, Amelia walked up with him as she told you all there was to know, knocking on your room door before they stepped inside.

"Darling", he said, setting the bag down and sitting next to you on the bed, kissing your forehead protectively, "how are you?", he asked.

"Fine, although I don't think it has really sunk in", you mumbled, playing with his fingers, "how is Tilly?", you wondered.

"She gave you Mr. Brown", he said as he fished out the bear from the bag, "she said she wanted you to have it so you wouldn't be alone in here", he smiled.

After spending as much time as he could with you, he bid you goodbye and went home, finding his father washing up the dishes as Matilda got her pyjamas on for the night, "I have a tupperware for you in the fridge if you want something to eat".

"Thanks, I've got it from here though - c'mon, little miss, we're going to sleep!", Lando hoisted her up, holding her on his hip as they walked upstairs to the bedroom, "can I sleep in your bed, daddy?", Matilda spoke in a small voice, "I don't want you to be alone either", she admitted.

Smiling at her sweetness, he nodded, "of course you can, love. Mummy sent her goodnight wishes for you, and maybe we can visit her tomorrow, how does that sound?", he smiled, "yes, please, daddy!".

"I made these for you, mummy, so your room is nice and colourful!", Matilda smiled as Lando let you in for a cuddle, your little girl getting help from her grandfather at ripping the tape so she could display her drawings she brought you almost daily, only missing days where Landk hadn't been able to bring her to the hospital because of their schedules.

"That's beautiful, darling, thank you so much", you gushed before turning to Lando, "has she cried again?", you whispered. You had been in the hospital for five days now, and two nights ago Matilda started with what was a tantrum at first and then evolved to crying about the fact that you weren't home. Lando was able to talk it out with her, welcoming her and allowing her to talk about how she was feeling and how it was beyond the fact that her tights were itching her.

"No, yesterday she told me she couldn't wait for you to come home, and that you were taking longer than she liked", he snickered, "always little miss rushing when it comes to you", he kissed the side of your head. Even though she was a daddy's girl through and through, she never made you feel left out.

"Y/N", Dr. Martin called after she stepped inside the room, "Oh, Matilda, you're so grown up already! Time flies by", she said as she waved at your little girl while Adam pulled her to sit on his lap, whispering "That's mummy's doctor, she is going to check up on her so you have to keep quiet, okay?" into her ear.

"I was checking your results, and I think between tonight and tomorrow, we might have to deliver your baby boy", she stated, everyone in the room straightening up as Matilda tried to read the adults' faces.

"His lungs look really good in the ultrasound we did this morning - as you know those were our biggest concerns, so we'll come up to monitor you, okay?", she rubbed your shoulder comfortingly before excusing herself.

"Well, I think it's best if we get going, then", Adam said as he got up, coming up to kiss the top of your head and squeeze your hand in his.

"Mummy, I know you're going to do very well", she said, earning small giggles around the room, "when can I come and meet the baby?", she stepped up to give you a kiss.

"We will have to see how it all goes, princess, but when you can, you'll be the first to come, okay?", you smiled, brushing the curls out of her eyes and kissing her head.

"I'll drop these guys home, get the baby bag and then I'll be back", Lando said, kissing your lips and your baby bump, "you stay in there for just a little longer, okay buddy?".

By the time Lando got back to the hospital, you had already been given a few medications to prep you for the c-section, "Kelly and Max advised that I shopped for some smaller clothes, so I have those in there", he tapped the baby bag, "and how are you feeling?", he cupped your cheek.

"My blood pressure is really high, so they're thinking about putting me under, like, full body anesthesia", you bit your lip. Getting surgery was already a big thing, but being completely under was another.

"Oh, okay", Lando gulped, "they won't let me be in there then", he realised, "that's not how we wanted this to happen, but it's going to be okay, gorgeous. You're the strongest woman I know, you're going to be just fine", he smiled, "and our baby boy will come out screaming and he will be the strongest little one ever", he said, trying to convince you and himself of his words. He was scared too, but it wouldn't do you both any good to dwell on it too much.

Knocking on the door, one of the lovely interns and Amelia came to get you, "are we all ready? I'm afraid you already know this, Lando, but you won't, be able to be with us in the OR", she apoligised, "I'll wait right here, if that's okay", your husband suggested, kissing you one last time before they wheeled you off, "I love you, Y/N", he muttered against your lips.

While he waited, he looked at the drawings in the room with precise attention, finding one where Matilda drew the four of you, her brother in your arms and Lando holding her hand, names scribbled under each person in Adam's writing.

Less than an hour later, Amelia stepped into the room, Lando getting up from his spot on the chair immediately, "everything went well, they were weaning Y/N off of the anesthesia, she's going to the PACU until she wakes up and then back here", she smiled, "your little boy is in the neonatal unit, do you want to come and meet him?", she asked, Lando letting out a sigh of relief at her words, "I'll let you know when Y/N comes back to the room", she ensured, having been in the job long enough to know the dilemma of wanting to be in two places at the same time.

"Yes, let's go", he said as he straightened up his sweater, "can I hug you?", he allowed himself to feel emotional, Amelia's open arms offering him a little comfort, "they're both alright, Lando, you have such a beautiful family", she cooed.

Walking with him to the neonatal care unit, she helped him into one of the gowns as they greeted the other parents inside along with all of the staff, "this is your little boy", she said, offering him a sanitizer for his hands, "he can't eat on his own just yet, so that single tube on his nose is feeding him, the other one is giving him oxygen, and those stickers are to make sure his heart is doing okay - little milestones and little victories", she explained as Lando took him in.

Surely, he was much smaller than Matilda, but he could already spot some similarities, "Can I touch him?", he asked, weary of disturbing the perfectly architected environment inside the incubator, "yes, of course! Just be mindful of the wires and tubes", she encouraged, opening the little doors so Lando could touch your son.

"Hey, buddy", he spoke as he touched his tiny fingers, "you're already such a fighter, breathing so well without ventilation", he cooed. He looked up all the complications and when he didn't see a mechanical ventilator, he couldn't help but feel proud of the baby, "he is, we did all the tests and for now supplemental oxygen seems to be enough", Dr. Martin said softly, not wanting to spook them as she showed up, "everything went well with Y/N, she should make a full recovery once it heals", she rubbed his back.

"Thank you", he said, keeping the tears at bay as he looked back at Fraser, "you're so tiny they had to roll up your diaper, hm little love?", he spoke, "there are so many people who love you and they have so much of it to give you".

A little while later, Amelia told him they were taking you up to your room, so Lando said goodbye to Fraser, "I'm going to see mummy, Fraser, and I'm going to tell her how much of a higher you are, I love you", he cooed one last time, rubbing his arm before taking his hands away, closing the little doors and folding the gown for later.

Walking into the corridor to your room, Lando could spot you in the other end, smiling as you spotted him too, "nearly beat you in this race", you smiled at him as he gestured for them to wheel you into the room, "everything went as expected, Dr. Martin will be up shortly to speak to you two", one of the interns said.

"How are you feeling, gorgeous?", he said, brushing your hair away from your eyes and behind your ears, "I'm fine, the meds are helping with the pain, I'm sure", you giggled, "they gave me a good dose".

"That's nice, at least", he said, "I've texted everyone to let them know you were okay and everything went well", he added.

"Have you seen him yet?", you asked, "yes, I have", Lando beamed, "He's very tiny and he looks a little bit like Tilly already. And he's such a fighter, too! He only had those little pin-like tubes to help him breathe, they didn't need any incisions or anything. I would've taken a picture but I couldn't take my hands away from him", he admitted.

"Hopefully soon I can see him", you gulped, knowing it would off the books for a bit since you had abdominal surgery.

"All in due course, baby. I'm so happy you're both fine", he kissed your forehead.

"I just want to hold my baby!", you hiccuped, wiping the tears falling on your cheeks while Amelia conforted you, "just one more day, Y/N, maybe two at maximum to make sure you're healing well, too", she smiled apologetically.

A knock on the door alerted you as Lando and Matilda walked inside, making you wipe your cheeks quickly, "mummy!", she cheered softly, approaching you and climbing on the bed softly since she knew you were healing, "have you been crying, mummy?", she said, hugging your arm and resting her head there.

"Mummy is upset because I can't go and see Fraser today", you explained as Lando kissed the top of your head.

Amelia excused herself as you caught up with everything back home, "grandpa asked me to give you kisses", Matilda recalled as she kissed your cheeks, "his plane has landed alresdy", Lando added, "That's nice of him, thank you darling".

"We can go and meet Fraser, Tilly", Lando said as the window they allowed visitors in was coming to the half-time mark, "I'm going to give him loads of kisses from you mummy, don't worry about it!", your daughter said sweetly as she climbed off the bed, "I'm going to try and FaceTime, okay?", Lando confirmed, handing you your phone before they left for the neonatal unit.

"Matilda, darling, you have to put this on, okay?", one of the nurses gave her a mask, "she's in nursery and she might have caught some bug that isn't showing symptoms yet and it could be harmful for the babies", he checked with Lando as your husband nodded.

"It's like a costume, Tilly!", Lando tried to make it fun for her, adjusting the gown and then the mask around her face, "you can't go around touching things, okay princess?", he stated as she nodded, ready to meet her little brother.

Lando got himself gowned and led them to Fraser's incubator, "that is Fraser, baby", he cooed, typing on his phone inside the clear bag and FaceTiming you like he promised so you too could see the moment they met for the first time.

"He's so tiny", she gasped, standing on the stepping stool so she could see him properly, "I can't kiss him, can I?", she asked and Lando shook his head, watching you smile on the screen, "I'm going to blow him the kisses I have from mummy then", she said, her hand making the movements from her covered mouth to her brother, "I love you, Fraser, and mummy loves you too, she can't be getting because her tummy still hurts a little", she told him.

"This just makes you want to have another right away, doesn't it?", Lando croaked out as he wiped a tear from his eye, your wide eyes looking at him, "not anywhere in the near future - my body knows that much!", you giggled at the soft sight, "but it is incredibly cute, yes", you smiled as tears fell on your cheeks too.

"Look, mummy! He moved his hand, he's saying hello to you", Matilda smiled, "He's saying he wants to see you, too!".

You were finally able to stand up and sit in a wheelchair, so your other goal for the day was going to see your son.

Amelia was the first to say she would take you, helping you sit and getting you there, "That's your little boy right there", she pointed as you were filled with giddiness and excitement.

Wheeling you to face plastic bassinet, your hand went straight inside, "he doesn't need oxygen anymore?", you asked his doctor, noticing the single tube you recognised as a feeding tube, "no, not anymore", he said, "we ran some tests this morning and he's doing just fine on his own, strong set of lungs he has! He woke two of the other babies up yesterday", he smiled.

Chuckling, you touched his arm softly, his hands opening and closing, "do you want to hold him?", he asked, catching you by surprise. Until now, no one ever held him as to make sure the treatments being done were working as best as they could.

"Can I?", you asked, eyes hopeful, "me and the rest of the team think he's finally strong enough to move out of here actually", he added, "not enough to go home just yet, but he can be in your room. This way you can have him close to you and of anything happens or you need help, the staff in your floor know what to do. He just needs to be able to feed without a pump, so either breastfeeding or bottle feeding", he stated.

"Wow, okay, I wasn't expecting this, I was so happy that I got to see him", you teared up, bringing your arms to position so the doctor could place your baby in your arms, mindful of the feeding tube that was still in him, "hey, my love", you cooed, touching his cheeks, "I'm your mummy. I know you were rushed out of my tummy, and it was scary for both of us, but it's looking up now", you cried, Amelia wiping your cheeks as she smiled too.

"Do you mind if we take his tube out now? Might be a little better for this little guy to be in his mummy's chest", the doctor suggested, getting the supplies he needed and setting them in the tray.

"It's okay, little guy", he said as he pulled it out, baby Fraser crying at the discomfort you could only imagine as you rubbed his back, "it's okay, my love, mummy's here to make it better", you shushed him, kissing his head multiple times.

"There, all done!", the doctor said, "if you want, you can feed him here or in your room, where you feel best", he wondered, "could we go to the room, please? I have my supplies there, too", you asked.

You had been pumping milk out since it came in, and you were finally able to feed him straight from your nipple, "okay, little one, you can't get lazy on us now that mummy has you in her room", Amelia encouraged, tapping his cheek slightly as he began suckling on your nipple, "there we go!", she cheered, "I told you it would get better, didn't I?", she winked at you.

When Lando and Matilda came for their daily visit, they didn't expect to see you walking around the room, your back facing the door, "you're up, mummy, that's good!", your daughter said as you turned around, showing her brother on your chest, "oh", she gasped.

"He passed all his tests, and he's getting chubby too", you cooed, squishing his thigh softly as Lando took the sight in, Matilda holding onto you as you patted her head and held your son. Your family was complete.

"That's daddy, Fraser", you cooed, pointing at Lando as your baby boy looked around to the two new people in the room.

"Can I have a cuddle?", Lando whispered before you transferred Fraser to his arms, your little boy curling up against him just like he had been curled up to you.

"Does this mean you get to go home?", Matilda asked, hugging you properly as you sat down on the bed with her, "not for a few days still, they just need to make sure Fraser is alright", you informed, "then we can go home and the four of us are going to have loads of fun", you smiled.

"Tilly, can you help me here, please?", Lando called as her footsteps approached your bedroom, "can you get me that bedding from the drawer, please?", Lando asked as he held the mattres up, not wanting to miss the exact placement of the sheet, "thank you, baby, you're such a clever girl", he complimented, folding the corner in and letting the mattress fall back into place.

"When mummy comes home tonight, is Fraser coming with her?", she wondered, touching the next to me bassinet you kept in your room for the baby to sleep in the first few months, "yes, he is, he's finally good and big enough to come home, no more hospital visits", Lando sighed. The last couple of weeks were hard. Juggling things on his own made him even more appreciative of you and the efforts you made to make sure everything was smoothly running in the house, as well of your friends and family who suported your family in every way they could.

"That's going to be nice, the hospital smells funny", she scrunched up her nose, "and it's going to be like before but with baby Fraser?", she wondered.

"At first mummy will need our help in many things - she still has some recovery to do, but then it will be back to normal, yes", Lando offered, "and we'll have Fraser to go with us in our adventures".

"I can't wait to show him my soft blankets and my toys", she beamed, helping Lando with the bed and then getting ready to pick you up from the hospital.

"Thank you again for all of your work and dedication, we truly can't say it enough for all you've done for our family", Lando said to the team as they discharged you from the hospital, waving at Fraser in his carrier as he looked around.

By the time the four of you were back home, you ate dinner on the sofa, Matilda cuddled up to your side while Fraser slept in your chest, Lando holding the four of you in his embrace as much a she could, "we're finally all together", you smiled, "the Norris family is all together in one place we it should be", he said, kissing your lips softly, hand coming to rest on top of yours in Fraser's back as Matilda smiled up at you, "this is the best day ever", she murmured.

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This Is Where You Stand With Me (part 3)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

Warnings: none

Part 2 here

Y/N's pov

We flew to Spain ten days before the Grand Prix. Carlos wanted to introduce Sophie to his family, and since his family is in Madrid, the two of them decided to go there for two days.

It's Friday night in Barcelona and Lando asked me if I wanted to go out with him and the boys. Of course I agreed because I don't plan on being in the hotel room until Sophie and Carlos come back. Since Lando is the only person with whom I am closest, I asked him to wait for me so that we go to the club together. And him being the sweetheart that he is he agreed to wait for me.

A few minutes after I replied to his text, here he is knocking on the door of my hotel room.

"Give me a second!" I yell as I quickly throw on an oversized t shirt and some shorts on myself.

"Hello!" I smile from ear to ear and tilt my head to the side as I open the door for him.

"Y/n!" He shouts. "Your hair is wet and still in a towel! You haven't even started getting ready yet!!" He scolds me as he enters my room.

"Well I told you I just got out of the shower! But don't worry I usually don't take long to get ready." I assure him.

"Yeah, yeah sure. We'll see." He rolls his eyes as he throws himself on my bed.

"If your shoes touch my sheets, you're going to have a problem with me." I warn him and he laughs at my threats, but listens to me and takes off his shoes.

"By the way you look very handsome." I compliment him. He was wearing a short-sleeved white linen shirt and loose, but not too loose, light blue washed jeans. And of course two necklaces around his neck that fit him so well.

"Thank you, now please start getting ready so we can see what you'll look like."

"So? How do I look?" I ask him 45 minutes later as I pose in front of him.

"I-I.." He looks stunned, measuring me from head to toe with his mouth open. He's never seen me dressed up like this before and I must say I'm flattered by his reaction.

"I hope that's a good sign?"

"I'm sorry." He laughs nervously. "You left me speechless, you look beautiful."

"Thank you Lando." I blush at his compliment.

"Shall we go?" He asks extending his arm for me.

"Be sure I'll hold your hand until we get there because I don't wear heels very often."

"As long as you'd like."

It was around 10.30 p.m. when Lando and I arrived in front of the club. We didn't get out of the car right away because there was a bunch of paparazzi in front of the club and I was slowly starting to get anxious. I didn't feel comfortable being photographed and ending up all over the internet the next day just because I came with Lando. I didn't feel very safe either, and I surely didn't want them to spread any rumors about Lando and me.

"Are you okay?" Lando asks me because he noticed that I was squirming in the seat and breathing rapidly.

"Yeah, I'm just, I'm a little nervous. There's a lot of them." I say biting on my lower lip and he puts his hand over mine.

"Just hold onto me and we'll be inside in a few seconds okay?" He says and I nod.

"Okay."

The driver opened the door for us and Lando got out of the car first. As soon as he stepped out of the car people started shouting his name and the camera flashes went off like crazy. For a moment I thought about not getting out of the car at all but asking the driver to take me back to the hotel, but luckily the desire to have a good time was stronger than that.

"You okay?" Lando was so sweet checking up on me.

"Yeah, let's go."

I climb out of the car and keep my gaze down holding Lando's hand tightly with one hand and trying to cover my face with the other. It definitely looked like we were a couple and that's why the paparazzi immediately began to bombard him with questions.

"Lando who is this? Is this your new girlfirend?"

"What's her name?"

"Look over here! You two look great together!"

At that moment I didn't care about the questions or the comments, I only cared about whether I would trip and fall in my heels in front of all those cameras. About thirty seconds later, which by the way felt like 30 minutes, we finally got inside the club.

"I must say you've got a pretty tight grip." Lando says and I can't help but laugh at his comment.

"I'm sorry." I try to pull out my hand from his, but he doesn't let go.

"I don't mind though."

And so we continued to make our way through the crowd of people until we reached the VIP section with a booth where Pierre, Kika, Max and Charles were. As Lando and I got closer I felt that all eyes were on us. Before my and Charles' eyes briefly met, I caught him scanning Lando and me and looking at our hands. I wasn't surprised when I saw that Ava wasn't with them.

"Hello, guys." Lando greets them and I give Kika a hug.

"Hi!" I wave my hand and everybody but Charles, of course, greets me back.

The night went great, we danced, we sang, we drank, some of us maybe a little too much, but that's okay.

At one point we all left the booth and went down into the crowd to dance. That was by far my favorite part of the night. I was so relaxed and careless I enjoyed every second of it.

Lando was dancing with me, he'd spin me around every now and then while we were singing to spanish songs from the top of our lungs even though we didn't understand a single word. If only Sophie and Carlos were here, I'm sure it would have been even better.

"Are you having a good time?" Lando slurs. Out of all of us he drank the most and it was very obvious that he was wasted.

"You're so drunk." I laugh. I was a bit tipsy, but I knew when to stop drinking because I didn't want to get drunk. He ignored my observation that he was drunk and continued to bring drinks.

"Lando, you should really stop. You've had enough."

"Nooo." Whining like a baby, he pulls me into a hug and rests his head in the crook of my neck leaning his weight on me. You could see it was time to go to the hotel because his eyes were closing from tiredness. He could barely stand on his feet.

"Lando, your're heavy, we're both gonna fall down. Stand up straight please!" I say struggling to somehow hold him so he doesn't fall and brings me down with him.

"You're gonna knock her down you idiot." Luckily, Charles noticed the situation and pulled Lando off of me. "C'mon it's time to leave." He says to Lando who protested a little, but listened to Charles anyway.

"I'll help you with him." I say and we start making our way to the exit.

A car was already waiting for us in front of the club, so all three of us sat in the back seats, Lando between Charles and me. As soon as he sat down, he fell asleep. My feet were killing me and I couldn't wait to go to sleep, and Charles seemed tired as well. I'd say he was a little tipsy too, but nowhere near as Lando. He definitely outdid us all tonight.

Charles and i haven't spoken a word tonight and I didn't want to be the one to start any conversation in the car so the ride was quiet, but luckily short. When we got to the hotel, first Charles got out of the car, then I.

"Lando, wake up." I say gently shaking him by his shoulder. He just mumbled something refusing to get out.

"I would prefer leaving him in the car to sleep since he had to drink this much." Charles says getting annoyed at him. "Lando, wake the fuck up or I'm gonna leave you here."

When we somehow managed to get him out of the car, I held him by one side and Charles by the other and so we started to walk to the elevator. We entered the elevator and I pressed the fifth floor on which Lando's room was and mine was on the floor below.

"Does he normally drink like this when you guys go out?" I ask.

"Not really, this is the first time I've seen him like this in a long time." Charles replies.

"Really?"

"Yeah, maybe you are a bad influence on him." Charles says, but I can't tell if he was joking or what he already meant by what he said.

"Yeah, sure." I roll my eyes at him.

When we reached Lando's room, we barely managed to find the card in his pants that unlocks the room. I was a little surprised, but relieved that he didn't lose it. We get inside the room and lay him down on the bed.

"Fuck, I'm sweating." Charles says while stretching his back.

"Should we just leave him like this?" I ask referring to his clothes and shoes.

"Well, I don't know. Aren't you gonna take care of him tonight? I bet you were gonna spend the night in his room anyway." As the words leave his mouth, I feel as if someone has knocked the breath out of my lungs. I was shocked at what he said.

"Excuse me?" I was immediately overcome with anger and the alcohol coursing through my veins definitely contributed to that feeling. "How dare you say such a thing to me? Who gives you the right to insult me like that? You don't know shit about me!" At this point I was almost yelling and I didn't care about Lando sleeping because he was passed out anyway he couldn't hear a thing.

"Well you two came holding hands, he was all over you the whole night hugging you and dancing with you. What else can a person think?"

"Lando is nothing but a good friend to me and someone who I trust and feel safe next to when I'm here alone without Sophie and Carlos! And I don't look at him as anything other than a friend!" I continue to justify myself to Charles for some unknown reason.

"And you don't trust me enough to ask me if you need anything while they're gone?" He asks and I just can't believe what's coming out of his mouth. For a moment I wonder if I'm crazy or if he is.

"Are you seriously asking me this right now? How do you think I trust you or even feel comfortable in your company when you constantly treat me like this? Ever since we met, I've been nothing but polite and nice to you and you just keep putting me down for literally no reason! One minute you are nice, attentive and caring and funny and then the next you have some unnecessary rude comment to say to me, or you don't even deign to greet me, or even better you don't even acknowledge my existence! You're so pathetic Charles! I had such a good night, but you managed to ruin it, congratulations!" I almost run out of breath after my angry rant and I can already feel tears welling up in my eyes, but he got what he deserved.

"Why do you seem to remember so good all those situations? Why do they bother you so much if you don't care, huh?" He asks taking a step closer to me. I am irritated by his calmness while everything inside me is burning with anger.

"I don't know maybe because I'm a good fucking person who doesn't treat other people the way you do so I don't except to be treated that way from you either if I've been nothing but kind to you! And you know what else? I keep thinking how badly your girlfriend treats you because she isn't there to support you when you need her. I felt so bad for you for the Monaco Grand Prix, I even wished to comfort you when she wasn't there to. But the further I go, the more I think that maybe you are the problem, not her." I turn on my heel and head for the door, a tear escaping my eye in the process. I was fighting them back really hard and I'm furious at myself for letting him make me feel this way.

I leave the room, but he follows me outside and stops me by pulling me by my hand.

"Wait." He says.

"No, don't touch me!" I say yanking it away from his grip.

"Then why weren't you there for me instead of her if you wished to?"

"Because of all the things I just said. And why don't you start giving some answers instead of just asking questions?" With that I leave him standing in the corridor of the hotel as I hurry to the elevator and into my room.

part 4 here

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parkkiablah · 5 months

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A Loyal Customer (Zevlor x Reader (Non Tav))

(I actually dreamed about this the other day and I had to write it 😂 I hope you enjoy reading! 🧡)

You noticed the door open and you stopped sewing for a second to approach the customer. When you noticed the same tiefling that visited a lot lately, you smiled at him.

"Welcome back. What do you need?", you asked him.

"The undershirt of my armor is in shreds again, I hope you can fix it.", he said.

He handed you his folded shirt and he looked rather embarrassed doing so. It wasn't the first time he visited you this week. It wasn't the second time as well, but the third.

"How do you ruin it so often?", you asked laughing while you took the shirt from his hand.

"Fighting, mostly."

He was smiling and waited for you to check if you could fix his undershirt again.

When you unfolded it you weren't sure if you should laugh or cry. The fabric was ripped and part of it was missing completely. There was no way you could fix that.

"I am sorry, but there is no fixing for this shirt. I'll make you a new one.", you said when you put the shreds of fabric that remained of the shirt down and picked up the measuring tape.

"Oh, that's very sweet, but I'll have to admit I currently can't afford a new one. Tieflings aren't really welcome in Baldur's Gate and finding a stable job hasn't been-"

"See it as a gift then. It's against my pride to let my customers walk around with torn clothes.", you said. This was probably part of the reason why you were still working in the smallest space you could find in Rivington.

"I can't accept that, your work is great and you should be paid well for it.", he said, clearly uncomfortable with your offer.

"How do you expect to get a well paying job with an undershirt hanging in shreds?"

He sighed and he knew you got a point. His eyes locked with yours and a smile formed on his lips.

"You are too kind. I will make sure to pay you twice as soon as I can afford it. I promise."

"No, this shirt is a gift, but I expect you to keep coming back once you could afford the high society stores.", you said laughing. "Now let me get started measuring you, I want the shirt to fit."

He joined in on your laugh and took a step closer to you, so you could get started with your work.

"You never told me your name."

"I am Zevlor.", he said and asked for yours, too.

While you told him your name, you measured his arm length and the width of his shoulders.

When measuring his back you noticed something odd about the way his pants fit around his tail.

"Do you wear regular pants with just a hole cut into it for your tail??", you said and your hand was already pulling on the waistband of the pants.

The skin on his tail visibly bruised with the fact that regular human pants weren't made for tails.

He moved away by the sudden touch of your hand on his bruised skin.

"I uhm-.. it's not like I have much choice, tiefling clothes are even more expensive as regular ones and it's not like there is many stores for that, too."

He avoided your gaze, visibly uncomfortable by the fact he doesn't even have pants that properly fit him. Arriving in Baldur's Gate really wasn't going easy on him, with most of his belongings gone and barely any money left.

"Stand still so I can measure you and your clothes will be done tomorrow. I won't let you bruise your skin any more.", you said.

You hated how people judged tieflings and made their life worse, so seeing him with bruised skin by just not being able to afford fitting pants was making you angry. Not that you had anyone in particular to be angry at, but that wasn't your concern right now.

"You really can't give me more than the shirt. I can't even pay you for your work on that.", he said, as he tried to keep you from measuring his legs, too.

"Listen, Zevlor. I know it makes you uncomfortable, not being able to pay for it, but I know you are not the type of person to forget about the help I offered and I don't plan on dying tomorrow, so you will have a lifetime to pay for the pants. The shirt is still a gift, so don't dare trying to pay for that.", you said while your hands rested on his shoulders and you looked into his eyes.

His eyes were moving across your face and you weren't sure what's on his mind.

"Thank you, really. I don't know how I deserve your kindness."

"Everyone deserves kindness and I am pretty sure it has been a while since you recieved some.", you said and you finally finished measuring his legs, too.

Turning to your desk you write it down so you can start making the clothes.

"Thank you again.", he said quietly.

"You're welcome.", you responded, smiling at him. "You can come pick up your clothes tomorrow."

The next day he came back as expected.

Of course he had to put on the clothes you made him so you could check if they actually fit him.

"Fits perfectly. Thank you.", he said when he stepped out of the changing room.

"I'm glad. I don't make tiefling pants every day, so I was a little worried.", you responded. "Turn around."

He turned and you noticed the pants fitting well around the tail too, with the bruised part on his skin visible.

"Please, before you wear regular pants again come here and let me make new ones for you.", you told him, softly poking the bruised spot and making him jump slightly by it.

"By the quality of these clothes, they won't rip as easily. I hope I won't have to come back to ask for your help anytime soon.", he said and he noticed the frown on your face.

"What if I want you to come back soon?", you replied and he looked at you surprised, before avoiding your gaze.

"I guess I could come back without needing your help then."

"I'm looking forward to it.", you responded smiling at him.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 zevlor #zevlor #zevlor x reader

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Yandere Show Host (oc) x Gn! Co-Host Reader

Word count:3.k

Warning: cheating, psychological horror, body horror

“It’s cold up here…”

Cool tiles cradle you, curved edges gliding against the back of your legs as you pull them to your chest. You cover your knees with the hem of your shirt, trying to fight the cold in any way possible. The harsh wind slapped at your face and arms; world at your feet from the edge you sat on. You wanted to feel like you were on top of it all. To shout and feel like you mattered to the universe; but it was hard to do so with no comfort at the end of your cries – neither below nor beside you.

“I think we should take a break.”

You ball your fist into your clothes. He doesn’t even look at you when he says it.

“You know I care about you. I just… don’t think I’m ready for this kind of commitment, yet. I’ll.. call you when I am.”

You pull your phone out of your pocket. He’s still right beside you, but so – so far away. You stare down at it, hoping; pleading for his ring tone to play. Praying he won’t leave you again to spend a night in another’s arms.

“Y/n, ugh- come on. Don’t do this.”

Your hands shake. It’s always your fault.

“We just need a little time apart.”

Always we. Your feet feel like they’re losing stability; slipping off to the abyss below.

“Y/n. Y/n?!”

Y/n?

You open your eyes. A fan hangs over a velvet ceiling, chandelier below swaying as it blows air down on you. Floral shaped glass that held identical lights as their bulbs. Satin pillows held your back, soft enough to lure you back to sleep near immediately – had you been laying on them completely. Your limbs hung off the side of the couch, neck supported by a hand at its base. The skin was so cold; draining your natural heat till it mellowed into a neutral temperature. The permanent smile on your co-host's face greets you as you turn your attention to him, shoulders rising with a laugh.

“What have I told you about sleeping on the couch, you silly thing.” Host chimes. “You’ll get a crook in your neck. Bad for the show and yourself.”

You sit up with his aid, stretching the exhaustion and ache away with a yawn. The rest of the room wasn’t much to look at. A tall mirror clung to one wall, dressing table pushed in front and light bulbs screwed into its golden frame. Vases of flowers and various cases of makeup lined the table, the latter hardly ever put to use. A rack of clothing stood not too far off, every article tailored to your measurements as apposed to posted to Host’s lanky, slightly built frame. Lastly, there was a grey door, covered by sheer curtains and your name bolded in cursive across its wood. A place where your near every desire lied.

“I'm sorry. Yesterday had me a little more winded than usual.”

“Should we take a break for today then? We can have a good show any day, but a spectacular one only happens when you’re feeling 100%”

“No, no. I’m fine.”

“Wonderful. Shall we get ready then?” Host offers his hand, lifting you to your feet effortlessly. You walk over to the table, taking a seat upon the cushioned chair in front of it. Host tends to your hair, combing out your bedhead with his long fingers. Gentle strokes that fall down to the nape of your neck; relishing in the life beneath his fingertips. He hums to himself, satisfied with his work. With the fact he had such a stunning co-host. His chin rests atop your head; head tilted towards the mirror at you. In the corner of your eye lies your old phone dormant on the edge of the table. It vibrates with the arrival of a call.

“Absolute perfect! Everyone’s gonna love you out there.”

You flash a tired smile, ridding yourself of the hallucination as you look away. How long has it been since you became his co-host? You couldn’t remember. Time stood still for the most part; your only notion of it bring a bell that would toll before the start of each show. It was frightening at first. As a contestant, your time was spent cowering under the audiences' awaiting gaze; but upon your glorious win they did nothing but sing praises to the heavens – celebrating the new permanent figure on their stage. Though he’d never tell another soul, Host walked you through everything until that point. A bit of a cheat, sure, but he knew you’d be wonderful at everything after. They loved you, eternally – even when there were those days you wondered what life was like back home.

“What’s with that look? Do you need something?”

Host snaps his fingers, a stage hand appearing front the shadows. They looked so close to human; differences spilt only when given a long glance. Crooked hands carry a tray; skin an even deeper grey than his. Their neck was a few inches too long; face blank except for a pristine smile – just like your dear Host. He takes a pitcher from the tray, pouring you a glass of water into a cup that wasn’t there moments ago. His hands rest on your shoulders, smoothing the knots in your joints.

“Please let me know what you need.”

You look down. “I was just wondering…if anyone missed me back home.”

The ice in the glass settles. Silence kicks in too long to be comfortable, before Host’s body begins to shudder once more. It quakes with the force of his laughter. His form hutches over yours, trying to keep the laughs inwards to his best extent. He wipes an imaginary tear from an imaginary eye before addressing you again.

“Of course they miss you! You’re bound to be the highlight of anyone’s day, Y/n, but you must remember, this is home now. You’re no bigger of a star to anyone than us.”

“I.. I know, but I cant help it sometimes, y'know?” You say, offering a small chuckle of your own.

Of course he knows. He knows everything about you. Fears, likes and dislikes, – regrets. Your every dream; both in regards to what you desire and those images in your head. If it weren’t for his permanent smile, he’d be grinning with anticipation for what he had in store.

“Yes, I understand, dear. Just know that you belong here, and we’ll never let go.”

His hands clutch the sides of your arms, head angled awkwardly in the mirror. Just – staring. An alarm rings from nowhere, shutting off abruptly after the third buzz. Host clasps his hands together – you jumping at the sharp sound of his palms meeting. He smooths his slick hair back further and pulls your seat out for you.

“Well that’s our cue! Ready to give our fans another great performance?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“Wonderful. Let’s get to it then.”

You stand to your feet once more, joining Host at a large curtain on the other end of the room; stage lights seeping from beneath the fabric. He exits before you, getting the crowd nice and warm up before your entrance just as he always did.

“Gooood day, lovely viewers! Welcome back to another show with your truly; your forever host – Host!”

The audience cheers. Shrill cheers that become muffled beneath the soundtrack playing around.

“Yes, yes. Hello to you all too. And what a delight greeting it has been so far. We can’t forget our wonderful co-host though, now can we? Give it up for our better half; the lovely as ever, Y/n!”

That’s your mark. The curtain bends under your hand, parting before you can even push them aside. The mutters from the crowd begin. As soon as your legs sweep over the stage floor their voices rise. The headlights blind you momentarily as you step out fully; wrapping you in a daze that felt like waking on another world. Your attire changes under the darkness behind your eyes, microphone in hand; and posture straightening as you greet your adoring fans.

“Greetings, everyone! It’s a pleasure to see you all again.”

The shouts from the crowd are just as; if not more appraising as they were for your partner. You smile and wave; soaking up the attention. Host couldn’t be more proud.

“I think we’re ready to begin another fabulous show. And quite a special one we have today. Y/n, do you know what today is?”

“Uh.. Wednesday?”

Host laughs, followed by a few chuckles from the audience.

“Oh, Y/n. Wednesday was last month. Today is the one year anniversary of you being our gracious star!”

The lights flicker off, returning with a central beam pointed directly at you. A banner hangs over head; congratulating you on the anniversary in bold, red lettering. Balloons and confetti fall around you. The audience hollers in cheer.

“We do love our co-host, don’t we now? Unfortunately, it seems to me that they don’t understand the lengths of our affection. By the end of today’s show I think they’ll have a change of heart.”

Your throat feels dry. What was he on about? Keeping a straight face, you smile into your mic.

“Thank you, all so much. You’re too kind..”

“Haha. No, Y/n, I think you are.. Let’s bring out our contestant!”

The room goes dark once again, more abruptly than the last. When everything settles, the layout of the stage had changed. The vacant area to your right was now blocked by a half wall you could see around if you peak – screen above showing all you needed to see. A large red heart was pastured to the wall behind, three chairs and a podium placing in tow. A landline phone was placed on a stand, as well as one on the podium. Shadows sat to each chair, dim lighting concealing their faces. The fourth stood at the podium, writhing around in place with muffled cries. You could see the outline of fingers over its mouth; the silhouette of more limbs encasing its body and keeping it in place.

“The game of this episode is all about missed connections. In our lives, we make so many new ones, we have to snip the old to make room. No matter how strong the cord may be. Our eager bachelor here knows a lot about that, which is why he’s perfect for our show! Put your hands together for, S!”

Illumination returns to the other half of the stage. The arms around the contestant vanish with the glow; leaving a blindfolded and shaken up man in their stead. Beads of sweat drip from his temple; him squirming in place like he was trying to get off the podium, but was unable. His hands were stuck to the surface no matter how hard he pulled. He was dresses in a letterman’s jacket, the embedded S pealing from the stitching – just like you remembered.

“Host?...”

His glance falls upon you for a single second, before he faces the crowd like nothing happened.

“Quite a looker, isn’t he? Our helpers for today thought so too at one point.”

“H-hey.. hey, what the hell is this? Where am I?!”

“Speaking out of turn are we? I wouldn’t advise that, unless you want to face a penalty. “

The man clams up, shaking like a dog in rain.

“Onto the rules of the game. One by one, our helpers will walk up to the phone and list a few things about themselves. It’s our contestant’s job to remember a single fact about them – their name. Three rounds for three members of his past. Simple enough, right?”

“Please.. I don’t know what I’ve done, but-"

Host lends into his microphone. “Shut up and play by our rules or face punishment like every other rule breaker. ..Let’s bring out our first assistant. Walk on down, A!”

The shadow in the seat closest to the telephone stands up. Their appearance becomes visible as they step into the light. They appeared to be a normal human being; all up to the left side of their face. It was smudged like someone rubbing off make up; lips stretched to their ear and eyelid permanent closed from the abnormality. They pick up the receiver, phone on the other end ringing in response. The constant quivers more, refusing to answer.

“Pick it up.”

The function in his arm is brought back as he hesitantly picks up the phone, putting it to his ear.

“H…ello?”

“We met a weekend in February. I blew you a kiss, you slipped your phone number into my pocket. They had no clue while you held their hand the entire time.”

“Fuck… fuck! Um, February.. R… Riley! Your name is Riley!”

“Corrrect!” Host exclaims. The man breathes a sigh of relief as the crowd cheers. You stare at the ground. Overtime you grew a numbness to the contestants and their cruel fates. You had to, if you wanted to keep your sanity; but this was too much. Too close to home. Home you foolishly believed to be yours alone for years. It feels hard to breathe.

“Everything alright, Y/n?”

“Yea.. Yes just��.” You force yourself to bright up. “Excited for our guest getting his first question correct.”

“Glad to hear it! Onto the next one.”

The assistant at the stand leaves and the next makes their appearance. Body littered in bite marks; namely the neck and chest area. They ooze with a black liquid, dripping onto the phone as they take hold.

“We hooked up in the bathroom of the local theater. I saw you leaving a movie with your arm around someone thirty minutes later. You called me the next day. Who am I?”

The man’s lip quivers. “I.. I..”

Steps draw near him. The assistant peers over his shoulder, receiver still in hand. The cord slaps against his neck, tightening as their breath hits his face. They repeat into the phone, unable to take otherwise.

“Frankie.. Oh, god.. Frankie.”

His shoulder heave at the second round of applause. Tears fall from beneath his mask; rambling to himself as his nails rack against the podium.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-“

“Marvelous! Only one round to go.”

The process repeats. The final assistant walks to the stage. Their skin a pure black, eyes crossed out with a red, crayon like ink. The same ink was sprawled over their chest like an crude, anatomically accurate heart; bleeding down their torso. Their lips moved unnaturally as they spoke, like a frame by frame picture.

“I was the one who you came to most. You promised we’d be together eventually. I smiled when they went-"

“Blair…” The answer comes out in a quiver. He can’t bring himself to say more. He falls to his kneels; forces holding him like a puppet on a string allow him his moment of weakness. Your own legs feel like they’ll give out as well.

“Annnd there we have it, folks! Our contestant has finished all three base questions, but there’s still the bonus around for him to complete.”

“No, no, no. No, fuck you! You said I only had to do three! You lied!”

“Now, now. When did I say “only? Let’s get too it.”

The lights flicker yet again. There’s only a chair on stage, you now in it, and under the crowd's perpetual stare. They feel closer than normal, faceless grins shifting further upwards; socket-less eyes wide open and trained on you. Host appears on the screen above, speaking for the final assistant.

“We met in high school.”

“No.. please..”

“I was the one that learned to sew when you couldn’t afford the jacket for your team.”

“Not you… Anyone, but you.”

“I was there for you when your mother died. Covered your shifts for you and took care of you when you were sick.”

“You can’t be here..”

“You abandoned me everytime I poured my heart out to you.”

“I was scared…”

“Who am I?”

“Don’t make me say this..”

“Who. Am. I.”

“I don’t know!”

Your heart sinks in your chest.

Wrong answer~

Suddenly, everything returns to normal – as normal as it could be in this twisted place. The assistants are back, all staring past you at the contestant. He rips the blindfold from his face, looking around the room. Fear streaked his face as his eyes fell on the assistants, and you before them; silent and in tears.

“Y/n… Is that really you?”

You turn away. The assistants stand.

“Y/n! I’ve looked everywhere for you. It’s me..”

He steps off the podium towards you. They advance.

“Everyone else gave up, but I still search. I’m sorry for everything done. Please… I love-"

They grab onto him. Arms around his neck, torso, legs. Their skin melts into his; merging as they begin to drag him off stage.

“Y-y/n help! I’m so sorry. Forgive me, please!”

Your eyes remain on the floor. Even if you wanted to save him you couldn’t.

“I didn’t want to say that! The blindfold! Y/n!”

He’s gone. You’re alone once again. During the whole event the audience remains silent. You don’t know what to do.

Finish the show. It never starts. It never ends. Without you.

“A-and that brings us to the end of another show with your host, Host. And me as your co-host – Y/n!”

The crowd goes wild. It’s a standing ovation. Their hands clap like fireworks popping in your ears. Their praise rang to the high heavens. Howls, whistles, holders; all in your name for another amazing performance. Confetti falls in your hair, roses and other bouquets of flowers at your feet.

The set up is gone. It’s just you, Host, and your adoring fans. One arm snakes around your waist as he proclaims into the microphone.

“Is that all you got for our shinning star? Give it your all!”

An encore of approval, from the people whose love for you knew no end. The people who depended on seeing you every day and never tired from it. You relish in the saudade of their praise; raised further by one new member of audience who could finally give you the love he never could before.

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kingbadgermole · 6 months

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Hi, hey, hi, yes! I'm almost finished wrapping up the first chapter of the fic I've been plucking away at. I'm looking at a FOUR WORK fic series (dear Gods, bear with me): Duty's Promise, Heart's Oath, Interlude, and Spirit Riff Raff. I'm hoping (fingers crossed) to get the first chapter of Duty's Promise up by the end of next week, so in the meantime, enjoy this little teaser! Many thanks to @kingwuko for their beta reading and general plotting help; I appreciate you! 💚

Four months ago.

And, like clockwork, the nineteenth of August returned...

Wu couldn't shake the strange feeling that came with the events of today, but maybe that was to be expected. Birthdays were always a strange time for him. It felt like no matter what occurred—or, rather, what didn't seem to occur—Wu could look back across the past year and hardly recognize the person he was at the beginning of it.

A year ago, Wu would have been trying to fit himself into suits that never really, well, suited him. Now, he was opting for something a little more casual, despite the extravagance of the party. A year ago, Past Wu would have scoffed and told Present Wu he was getting sloppy; Present Wu wouldn't have cared, and that was the main factor behind the unrecognizability.

With a stark realization, Wu came to a conclusion that had been lurking beneath the surface: he didn't care.

And that wasn't to say that he didn't care about the things that mattered—because of course there were some inalienable things that did matter—but rather, that his priorities had shifted. Wu felt more authentically him, and no amount of tailor made suits and hair gel would change the core components of his identity.

To spite Past Wu lurking in the mirror, Present Wu unbuttoned another button on his shirt for good measure, flaunting his collarbones under patterned fabric.

It was no surprise to see his reflection stare right back with a grin, curls falling into his eyes ungracefully. Beautiful, wasn't it? Wu had let his hair grow out after accidentally missing a cut appointment back in May, and since then, he had slowly but surely foregone old routines. Gel was out, replaced by the natural wavy texture that always seemed to peek through no matter how long it took for him to style it. Surrendering wasn't really a decision, as much as it was a gradual realization a little bit too late.

But... It felt better this way.

With a wink at his reflection, Wu's gaze in the mirror then shifted to where another figure was positioned like stone near the door.

Mako was standing there, leaning against the wall, almost in stark contrast to Wu. His uniform was freshly clean and pressed, and his hair was gelled in such a way that not even a strand was out of place. He watched Wu primp impatiently, as he usually did. It made sense to Wu, honestly. Mako had arrived ready to go, and had probably been killing time watching Wu get ready for nearly an hour.

Vaguely, Wu wondered if Mako had seen him wink at his own reflection, and tried to bite back the shame that ensued. There was a particular way that Mako tended to make him feel that he didn't like to dwell on.

It existed, and Wu had no obligation to humor it, let alone chase after it. Especially not as he watched himself flush, a spattering of red across his cheekbones and over his nose.

Wu shook his head with a laugh.

"Sorry, big guy. Wanna make sure I'm looking sharp—there are old friends here I haven't seen in years, y'know?"

Mako shifted from foot to foot, his intense resting face relenting in a way that betrayed his confusion.

"You've been messing with your hair for half an hour now."

It didn't sound like an accusation, but rather a statement of fact. And it was true. Wu had been messing with his hair for longer than he wanted to admit. As if to mock him, Wu's blush deepened a touch further. Having had enough of his own reflection, he decided to pivot and face Mako properly.

"Maybe you're right," Wu surrendered with a shrug, reaching down to cuff the pant legs of trousers so as to not let them drag on the floor. He made a mental note to get them altered sooner or later.

Mako's snort drew Wu's attention back to their conversation. It was rare that Mako laughed—even if it was a strange kind of snort that was intrinsically Mako in nature. Mako didn't really laugh, but that was the closest he'd get.

"You? Admitting I'm right? Must actually be my birthday."

As much as the friendly jab poked fun at him, Wu couldn't be angry. This was a gentle dance that the two of them progressed through. To begin with, it had been hostile on Mako's end, but all the venom had been drained with time.

On his way out of the room, Wu knocked his right shoulder into Mako's right shoulder playfully, letting out an amused chuckle.

"Dream on, buddy. You've still got two months left to go."

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 1 year

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Eddie trying to hide his very obvious boner in the middle of class and POC reader decides to do something about it ? 👀

The hoes gon' love this. Thanks for the idea!

Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral Reader. Black Reader described. Reader is 18.

CW: 18+ Content (Smut Adjacent)

Send me request here! Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, POC too).

Feel free to look through my masterlist here!

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While you weren't one to be late, you were one to always try your best to be a helping hand. Halfway through lunch, you walked one of your friends to the nurse's office. She'd been complaining for the last half an hour about her stomach hurting and it wasn't until she sat down that you saw the flash of panic over her face. She asked to borrow your jacket to tie around her waist and you easily gave it up. Though you did definitely try to keep an eye for the seat she'd just exited.

The excursion to the nurse's office took longer than you originally intended, but you didn't mind it as the nurse scratched down a late pass. Which landed you here, walking into Chemistry a few minutes late.

Mr. Clarkson takes the pass, seemingly satisfied by the signature on the bottom. "Table in the back, you're with Munson."

Eddie catches the sound of his name and looks up from the set of instructions copied over from the handwritten set. You stand, right off the side of the bench in the front of class, not a single set podium but clearly for Mr. Clarkson to show the class how to run the experiments.

He watches you, the gray t-shirt covering the expanse of your chest. It's not what he saw you in earlier. He distinctly remembers a green top because he liked the way it set against your deep brown skin. But he tries not to stare. It's sort of ridiculous that he remembers what you were wearing at the start of the day. You start to turn, scanning the room to locate him so he turns his attention back to the instructions. Eddie wishes at that moment he didn't have to tie his hair back for the lab today.

From the periphery of his vision, Eddie watches as you approach, sneakers squeaking just a little as you turn to slide onto the stool. Eddie looks up then, giving a small tight lipped smile. "Hey," he offers.

"Sorry I'm late," you return, grabbing the safety glasses off the desk and scanning through the instructions.

"I haven't burned anything down just yet so I think it's safe to say you're right on time," Eddie teases.

"Oh, c'mon, who doesn't love a little arson," you laugh, looking up to Eddie. His laughter sounds short and you realize his gaze is lingering on you longer than you anticipated. The cool on your arms reminds you that you don't have anything to cover your arms. "One second," you say, patting Eddie on the arm and then half jogging to Mr. Clarkson's desk.

Eddie closes his eyes as you go, trying to keep his mind on the lab, and not the way your hand felt warm against his forearm. It was a soft squeeze--one that reads friendly, but Eddie hates how much it sends a tingle down his spine. You approach not too long after, threading your arms into the sleeves of a lab coat.

You don't even bother slipping back onto the stool. You move it to the end of the bench and lean into the table. "How far have you gotten?" you ask, peering over Eddie's shoulder.

You're not even that close. But Eddie can still catch the heat radiating off you and he shifts a little in the chair, trying not to imagine how it might feel for you to completely press into the back of him. Eddie points to the step he's on, measuring out milligrams for the solution. He got through the first three or four steps before you arrived by himself.

"I'll do it."

It's a simple offer and you reach right beside him to the dish that's been set out for you two. "I-I'lll get the bunson burner set," Eddie offers weakly, slipping a hand down from the table over his crotch. Now was not the time to have a boner. But Eddie is too fucking weak to really stop it.

He's thankful as he sets the heat just right that you haven't seemingly noticed. Eddie stays on his stool, trying to push his lap as far under the bench as he can get it. But when you measure out the powder and go to add it to the solution Eddie's already started you run one hand across his shoulders and Eddie bites his lips.

He should think about dead puppies. Or dead cats. Or how he got picked on in the third grade and his favorite sneakers got ruined because Carver pushed him into the mud while they waited for. the bus. Eddie should think literally about anything else, but he keeps his mind lingering on the feeling of your fingers over his shoulder and he hates himself for it.

"How long do we stir?" you ask, the glass clinking just a little as you work.

"Thirty-thirty seconds."

"You doing alright over there, Munson?" you laugh. The glass clinks, clinks, clinks and Eddie counts the seconds. Before he can reply you slide the solution his way to add the heat and then there's one last chemical you have to add. Your press against his shoulder and bicep, one hand creeping up onto his thigh and then slithering closer and closer to his erection. "Because if you ask me, you look pale? Don't tell me I'm going to be making a second trip to the nurses off today."

Eddie can't fully swallow down the whimper when your hand squeezes at him. He has just enough sense to look up. No one else seems to be watching and he taps for the last dish, right in front of it. You slide it his way, grinning as the liquid turns purple and fizzes a little.

"Looks perfect you too," Mr. Clarkson notes as he slides up to the fron to the bench.

Eddie takes in a giant inhale, praying that he does not look down under the table, lest he catch sight of your palm pressed against Eddie's crotch.

"Easy to get great results with a great lab partner and easy instructions," you beam.

Mr. Clarkson laughs, wagging a finger at you. "Certainly a smooth talker. Since this all set, you two can get a head start on the balance equations review sheet."

"Sounds good. We'll clean this up for you," you offer watching Mr. Clarkson reaching forward for your trays. "You're already done so early," you shrug.

"You can use the sink in the back," Mr. Clarkson states, giving explicit instructions on how to handle the chemicals. You nod, palm slipping just a little down but the pressure is still firm. Eddie focus on his breathe, fingers digging now into the meat of his thighs.

Please God, Eddie pleads. Just walk away.

Mr. Clarkson walks away a few seconds later and Eddie exhales, shakily. You snort and lean into Eddie's ear. "Gonna cream your pants right here? In the middle of class?"

"Why-why are you even doing this?" Eddie hisses out, getting the burner off.

"You're weak and a little pathetic as how much you tried not to get hard with my touching and I think just as weak you are, I'm weak too. Couldn't help myself."

You and Eddie flirted--in hallways, across the cafeteria. It was all really a game. You had an energy that could match his. But Eddie didn't actually think it would go anywhere. It never did. He was the town freak. No one really wanted to openly be with him. He'd been asked on nights after he performed at The Hideout for quickies or managed during the heavy end of 7 minutes of heaven and truth or dare to cop a feel or get a kiss, but Eddie wasn't anyone's type. He was a fun story, a side quest, but never the main adventure.

"Who put you up to this?" Eddie asks, hand wrapping around your wrist. "You can tell them whatever story you need. Don't pity me."

"It's--" you pull away, body and hand. Eddie reluctantly lets your fingers fall from his. "No one put me up to this?"

Eddie's hum says otherwise to your protest. And though he's still hard he takes a quick second to get resituated. "That's what they all say."

"Why did you flirt back? If you're going to say it was a prank?"

"Because everyone needs their story right? It's a fun story," Eddie huffs, taking the dishes to the back sink.

You look around and notice most of the class is still buried in their labs, so you slip stalk over to Eddie. "I like you, dipshit. In case you couldn't tell. We are literally in the middle of class. You think I'd do that for just anyone?"

Eddie's scoff is bitter on his tongue, but his heart thunders in his chest. You like him? What god had smiled on him? And what devil was trying to play a trick? "You like me?" It comes out covered in sacrasm.

You take his wrist and still him. "Look at me." You don't speak again until Eddie's staring at you from behind the goggles. "I like you. A lot. It's why I flirted back. It's why I'd actually like to take you out, if you're okay with it. Dinner and a movie? I'll pick you up at 7."

Eddie shakes his head. "What? You're asking me on a date?"

"As sure as I am Black right now. Friday night?"

Friday, friday--"I run the Dungeons and Dragons club on Friday nights. Sessions can be sort of long."

You nod, hand slipping from his wrist. "What about--"

Eddie interrupts the question, but taking your fingers through his. "I can do Thursday."

"Thursday," you agree.

"And I like to properly wined and dined," he teases.

"So I can't offer that you go to the bathroom first and then I go after you by like three minutes?" you laugh.

"Oh," Eddie grins. "You absolutely can. But it's going to cost you an icee at the theater."

"Sounds worth it."

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x black reader #eddie munson x reader #h writes #stranger things #boomhauer

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Facundo Pellistri - Strike Again Chapter 1

To my fellow reds. I know I've been making too much content for the City gals and boys (blame Ruben Dias 😅). Either way, this ends now!

This story is for you my fellow Manchester United stans!!

The summer slowly passes and Pellistri returns to school, but things aren't same as before. He is still grieving the death of his father and struggles to fit in with his peers and football...football is the last thing on his mind during this time.

Enjoy!

Facundo Pellistri woke up to the sound of thunder and rain outside of his bedroom window. He lingered in bed, rubbing his tired eyes. After washing up he joined his mother for breakfast downstairs. She tells him that they have errands to run and arrangements to make ahead of his fathers funeral.

"You have to get your suit from the tailor, and the flowers, don't forget about the flowers."

"I know Mama. I won't forget about them."

"I'm sorry." She sighs. There were gray bags underneath her eyes and she's been wearing a robe for the second week in a row. Only Facundo ran errands. His mother didn't go outside, at least not anymore.

"There is a letter for you." She said, gesturing towards the kitchen counter. "It arrived in the mailbox this morning."

"I'll read it on my way out."

The rain had stopped once he got outside. But clouds still roamed the skies as he rode his bike down the hills with the letter in his hand. It was from the Manchester United Football Youth Camp, providing him with their condolences and informing him that a spot would be reserved for him next summer.

Facundo doubted he'd be able to afford the fees for next summer, his parents struggled with getting money for the fee this year. It didn't matter however, Facundo and his mother agreed that the money for this year's summer camp would be spent on arrangements for his father's funeral, like flowers and whatever a new suit would cost him. He entered the tailor's shop set to purchase their cheapest one, but was surprised how much they all cost.

"It's because we only do custom-made."

Facundo was quick to let go of the price tag as a girl appeared behind his shoulder.

"Blame my dad for wanting this to be a fancy shop." She chuckled.

Facundo recognized her face from school. Perhaps she was a grade below him because he only recognized her face from the hundreds passing him by in the hallway everyday.

"Facundo, right?"

He raised his brow, surprised that she knew his first name, everyone usually called him by his last.

"It's Pellistri."

"That's a bit odd, no? Wanting to be called by your last name."

"In football it's not."

"Okay, Mr football, what can I do you for?"

"Do me?" He frowned, not sure that he found her as amusing as she thought she was. The purple suit she wore didn't do her any good either. It was purple and she was on the plus size, which made her look like a fat clown. Who wore a purple suit on a day such as this one? Even clowns stayed inside when it rained. Or hid in the drains like Pennywise. His friends had tricked him into thinking IT would be a scary movie. More than anything the movie was depressing, Pellistri thought.

"It's just an expression." She said and gestured for him to follow her towards the dressing rooms in the back.

He pulled the curtains to the dressing room and prayed that the girl wouldn't be the one to do his measurements, but her father or another male employee.

"If I may ask, what do you need the suit for?" She waited with her hands on her hips as Pillistri stepped out of the dressing room wearing only his boxers. Unfortunately his prayers had not been answered. Perhaps because God believed in him as little as he believed in God.

"It's for a funeral." He said.

"Oh, who died?" She stretched him a white shirt to put on.

"My dad."

She paused the motion of adjusting his collar, her expression stiffening. Pellistri knew what words were coming next.

"I'm sorry." She said.

Everyone was sorry, he thought. But sorry didn't do anything to mend his pain and suffering.

"When did it happen?"

She was one of them, the ones curious to hear the story of the worst day of his life.

"Just before the summer break." He said, watching her circle him like a shark, measuring the wingspan of his arms and the circumference of his pelvis.

"Fuck, that must of been horrible for you and your family. Was he sick?"

"No, it was an accident."

"A car crash?"

He frowned. How much did she want to know? Most people would have reserved themselves to an awkward silence by now.

"Well, he worked for this truck company that makes deliveries to all these different retail companies around Manchester. This time it was that store that sold kitchen supplies downtown."

"Burgins AC and refrigerators?"

Great. She has heard of them.

"Yes, them."

"What happened?" She asked. Either she was a really good listener or eager to know how his dad got crushed by a 600 kilo steel refrigerator.

"A fridge killed him?" She gasped when he told her.

"Yes. The delivery went wrong and he was crushed to death." The paramedics said he died instantly and that there was no suffering, as if that would make his mother weep less. After the death of his father she underwent a week of howling and weeping in her sorrows. It got so bad that one neighbor threatened to call the police unless Pellsitri could silence his dog. The story of how he had to explain that the howling wasn't a dog but his mother, was one he kept to himself.

"I'm so sorry Facundo. I'll ask my dad if the suit can be on the house."

"Why?" He hadn't noticed her finish his measurements. She must be good at her job. "I have the money to pay for it myself."

"It wouldn't be right to take it." She said, looking at him like most people did after hearing of his tragedies. With pity in her eyes.

Pillistri dug the bills out of his pocket and slapped them against the front desk. "Take the money. I'm tired of people feeling sorry for me."

"I…I didn't mean to…" She looked flabbergasted and a little terrified of him. Either way, she accepted the money and Pillistri was out of the shop before she could apologize any further.

"Did you get the flowers cariño?"

"Yes, Mami. I've got them."

Like his suit, he got the cheapest kind, the kind you picked for free out of the pits in the park.

"Will you put them in some water?"

"Yes, Mama."

She hadn't moved since he left. She was still seated around the kitchen table, dressed in her robe. Rain slapped against the kitchen window where her gaze was set at the horizon.

"It started raining again, so some of the flowers got bent underneath my jacket." He said.

"That's alright cariño. Just make sure that they get in some water okay?"

"I will Mama."

He watched her rise from her chair, giving him a shy smile before she left the kitchen and continued down the hall. There she disappears into his father's study. Pellistri knew what followed.

Quiet weeping sounds.

It was better for her to do it in there, he thought. Then the neighbors wouldn't complain.

#fanfiction #football imagine #manchester utd #manchester united #football #footballer imagine #facundo pellistri #man utd

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Finding Hero - Part 4

Villain scrolled through various social media, waiting for Supervillain to finish changing. "You done yet?"

"Hey, I need to look good for our first battle with Hero!"

"Wouldn't it be better to blend into the shadows or something? Sneak up on them?"

"Well where's the fun in that? And don't worry, I've got something for you too!"

"Great..." Villain tried their best to hide their excitement. Supervillain was really good at this.

They walked out of the changeroom with a long dress, long gloves, hair, lipstick and contact lenses that were all purple. They also carried an ornate sword, just for good measure. "So, how do I look?"

"Um... good! Yeah, really good."

Supervillain chuckled. "Gosh, remind me not to let you play poker against me. I'd take everything."

Villain just nearly stopped themselves from saying something cheesy. "Uh- so, you said you had something planned for me too?"

"Mhm. How does a black leather jacket and skirt sound, for starters? Goes well with this T-shirt with a squirrel on it, and-"

Hero had been waiting in line at the bank for half an hour. They didn't know if this was the one the villains would be attacking, but they had something to do first.

The line moved slow, but eventually...

"Next!"

"Oh, hi! Uhh... So I was going to ask if I could take out a little loan.

"Your name?"

"Hero."

"Hero... oh, I know you! You're that one who got fired!"

"Yup. That's me..."

"Says here you're in debt. A whopping... twelve thousand?"

"Sounds about right. Listen, I just need to pay my rent for the month, and-"

"Usually we don't issue loans to people already in debt. Just a matter of making sure we're paid back."

"That's super understandable. But I've got a job interview in a few days, I'll get the money then-"

"You're not even employed, currently?"

"Well, no-"

The teller took a deep breath, then sighed. "I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."

"Wish me a little luck?"

"You'll need it. Next!"

Hero was halfway to the door when the most ridiculously dressed people he had ever seen walked through.

"Alright everyone! This is a robbery!" Supervillain gave a big stretch, then pulled a sword from seemingly nowhere, walking towards the counter. This was it. Hero's moment to come back into the spotlight.

They coughed, then stumbled over a chair they were sure wasn't there before. "Stop!"

"Aww! You arrived on time! Now that's what I like to see in a date."

"This is not a date!" Hero blushed, thankful that the civilians were more preocupied with escaping or hiding than looking at them.

"Then why'd you get all dressed up? Nice vintage suit, by the way."

"I borrowed it. And I was here for some other stuff too, wasn't sure if you'd arrive here or not."

"Honey, this is the smallest bank in the city. Really good for villains starting out. You'd think they'd have better security."

Hero studied their surroundings. Besides Villain and Supervillain, there were three others that looked like they were with them. Almost everyone had evacuated, and those that hadn't looked frightened.

Metal gates had started to close over the teller's desk, but Supervillain had propped it up with their sword. "So, darling, what are you gonna do? Stop me from getting the money first, or stop the one who's going to stop you, also known as Villain?"

Villain waved from the corner, white fire rising from their hand.

"Like I'd reveal my plan. Anyway, you should probably go before a real hero gets here." Hero stepped forward, trying to look more confident than they felt.

Villain raised an eyebrow. "You are a real hero. You saved people."

"Yeah, but they don't see it that way. And when they arrive here, we're all in trouble."

Villain laughed, and sent a beam of fire in their direction, leaving Hero to dodge it. Supervillain hopped over the counter, then hopped back over seconds later, dollar bills caught in their hair, and holding their sword up.

Hero ducked and weaved, trying to play on the defensive as more villains started to approach. They didn't want to risk using their power, they hadn't been able to control it since-

Villain grabbed their wrist, flames beginning to engulf their hand. Hero had managed to pull back just in time for their hand to not get set alight, but Villain's hand showed faint burn marks, the injury transferred over.

Supervillain noticed, and stuck their arm out in front of Villain protectively, raising their sword, just before they heard sirens.

"Oh shoot, there goes our fun. Your hand okay, Villain?"

"Yeah... just needs a bit of healing."

"Well, we'll see you soon, Hero. Love ya!"

The villains fled the scene, leaving Hero to sort it all out. But despite that, maybe it had been a little fun?

#hero x villain #hero/villain #villain/hero #enemies to lovers #villain x hero #supervillain x villain #hero x villain x supervillain

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RiddleBat Week Day 4: Fake Dating/Scars

(fic under cut bc it got very long)

"Aaand… what about this one?" The petite redhead draped across his lap giggled, tugging his shirt collar down just enough to dishevel his tie. She nosed a flirty little kiss there, leaving behind a perfect impression of her lips in plum lipstick around the old scar stretched, white, across the tender skin of his neck.

"Climbing accident," he lied smoothly, having had to publicly explain that particular one away while it was still fresh. "Belay rope snapped and-" He clicked his tongue, miming his neck being cut with one hand.

"Wooow~" The girl in his arms enthused, the heavy falsies lining her eyes fluttering. "That must have been sooo scary~!"

"It was worth it, though. When we made it to the peak, the view was really something else," Bruce recited.

His little redhead giggled. "You're so tough, Brucie!" She pinched at his biceps, the fabric of his jacket going taut around them at the prodding. "Nothing keeps you down, huh? So big and so strong~"

He pulled her down, kissing his way up her neck, until he was nosing into the ginger waves curling loosely around her ears. "You're overselling it," he whispered, tone teasing, with a pinch to Edward's backside for good measure.

A tinkling giggle, and his armful of redhead was sinking into his chest to nuzzle herself under his chin. With a seductive nip to his earlobe, Edward let a hot breath out across his ear, sending a shiver down Bruce's spine that was a little too genuine for his comfort. "I think I'm selling it just the right amount, Brucie. That ancient lech in the corner keeps eyeing me over."

Bruce followed Edward's pointed glance, catching a returning look from a man he was only distantly acquainted with, a repugnant banker with his fingers in pies they didn't belong in and friends Bruce would rather see behind bars. He maintained eye contact after the man realized he'd been caught, biting a possessive mark into Edward's freckled neck, both hands palming handfuls of ass through the pleated skirt, until the creep looked away.

"Christ," Edward groaned, his voice swerving dangerously down toward his usual comfortable register.

"There you go," Bruce announced. "Stalker deterred."

Edward glanced to check, and sighed with relief seeing the lecherous banker's gaze now elsewhere. "Thank god."

"Regretting this outing already?" Bruce checked. "I seem to remember you being the one insisting on coming with me."

"Don't give me that garbage," Edward cooed, covering up the harsh words with a cheeky smile and playful fingers walking their way up his lapels. "You were the one who insisted I come dressed like this. I wouldn't be receiving this treatment if the people here recognized me."

"You would have been kicked out when you first arrived if people recognized you," Bruce reminded him.

"I still didn't need to play your little bimbo. This is humili-"

"Heyyy, Bruce!" They were interrupted by another guest, a blond Bruce's age he only vaguely recognized. A Jacob, maybe? He definitely seemed more familiar with Bruce, though, dropping himself casually into the cushion adjacent theirs on the couch. "And who's this pretty little thing?"

Edward giggled, immediately falling into character again, despite his complaints.

"Go on, baby, introduce yourself," Bruce encouraged.

Edward held out a hand, the several bracelets draped around his thin wrist jangling against one another. "Heya, handsome. My name's Anna Graham, but you can call me Annie."

"Justin," the blond greeted, taking Edward's hand from below, as though to kiss the delicate knuckles, but dropped it quickly, glancing Bruce's way. "...Though, I think I'll stick to calling you Miss Graham, based on the way your boyfriend's glaring at me. Sorry, Bruce."

Bruce was startled. Had he been making some sort of face? "It's fine," he bit out, finding his jaw clenched.

"Oh, stop it, Brucie," his pretty little redhead sang, cuddling into his chest. "He's just being friendly."

"Was I interrupting something?" Their interloper teased, waggling his eyebrows Bruce's way.

"No-" Bruce refuted, embarrassed by the hinted accusation.

"He was just telling me his war stories about his scars," the girl cooed, teasing his tie further open and popping another button on his shirt. "Tell us how you got this one, Brucie~"

It was one Edward knew well, having put it there himself. "Oh, come on, you already know that story," he groaned good-naturedly.

"Yeah, but I love the way you tell it," she purred, opening another button so she could expose the curving shape more fully.

Oh, great. Shoving the pressure onto him to come up with an entertaining version of the story. "Alright, but there's no way Justin here will believe me."

"Why not?" Their intruder glanced between the two of them. "I know you get up to some wild shit, Bruce, I don't think anything will surprise me."

"He doesn't think you'll believe him because he got it at a little haunt of ours… known as Pandora's Box."

Bruce flushed, coughing over Edward's shoulder. Shit. As far as improv setups went, this was an evil one. Edward was definitely getting his revenge in for the skirt Bruce had stuffed him into. (He couldn't regret the choice, though. The cut of it flattered him, making his waist look tight and trim, his naturally full rear flaring the back out cutely, and the high hem of it gracing his nice thighs-)

"Pandora's, huh? Didn't think you were into that sort of thing."

Bruce shrugged, trying to play it off as casually as Edward had. "On occasion. You meet real interesting people there. It's how I met my little wildfire here, you know?"

He nipped at Edward's neck, the most rebuttal he could make among company for the bullshit he was being put through. Edward whined cutely for him, making him doubt it was much of a punishment at all.

"She's a little brat, for sure, but that's what makes training her so much fun, you know?"

"So, how'd you get the scar, then?"

"It's a little embarrassing, but… well, we did a little roleplay at some point, a whole Batman-type scene- she's crazy for that kind of thing-"

"How am I supposed to resist a big boy in leather?" She pouted, pinching at his nipple with expert precision through his shirt.

"-And I went all in on it, you know, commissioned a replica outfit and everything. Well, see, Batman's got these armor bits over the chest-"

"A pity, really," his date sighed. "Covering up an incredible pair of tits like that."

"Hey, are my tits not good enough for you?" Bruce gasped, mock-offended.

She kissed his neck, leaving a second set of purple lipmarks by the first. "Your tits are great, sweetheart, don't you worry."

"Thank you. Anyway, I get her all tied up, and she wriggles out of the restraints-"

"I'm very good at that-"

"And while she struggles, one of her fancy little heels hits me square in the costume armor, bending it right into my sternum. Pandora had one of her girls stitch me right back up, but it left a permanent mark."

"I think it's hot," Edward purred.

"Of course you do," Bruce sighed. It was a question mark, too-obviously. "You little sadist."

"You think it's cute," Edward insisted.

And Lord help him, but he did. This whole forced intimacy thing was getting to him, he thought, making his thoughts follow strange paths.

"You know, you two are kind of adorable together," the uninvited guest commented. "I'm kind of rooting for you guys to last a while. Not to scare you off or anything, but Bruce's dates rarely stick around long."

"Oh, he won't get rid of me that easy," Edward purred, a threat and a promise all at once, leaving Bruce to wonder if he should anticipate or dread that future.

#riddlebat #batriddler #riddlebatweek22 #warning for suggestive content and eddie being referred to w female pronouns half the time

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fangirlstorycreator · 11 months

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Could I request a jealous Blaylock story😏💚 knowing he'd go to a little bit of an extreme measure when it comes to this because of his temper. Let's say a random ďude tried to get with his girlfriend one night at their usual restaurant during their date night. Ending in the poor dude all bloody and messed up and a good steamy😉way of ending the night. All just to prove that what is his...will remain his. I love your writing! Thank you in advance😁

Absolutely anon 😁 I'm more than happy to write this for you, and thank you, I'm so glad you like my writing 😁💚

You and Jack were finaly able to have a date night tonight. You'd both been super busy with the job you were on, and neither of you were able to spend any proper time together, you couldn't even remember the last time you had sex. You didnt realise how long it had been since you both had been intimate, until you started getting 'frustrated'. You had been grumpy, and annoyed at little things, not releasing that tention really showed in your body language, and you wanted that to change. Once you both finished work, you grabbed a shower, put on a dress and a little mascara before heading outside to where Jack was waiting for you by his car.

"You look gorgeous tonight Y/N" "Thanks babe, you look very nice yourself" He was wearing a dark blue pair of jeans, a white shirt with the top part slightly unbuttoned and a brand new pair of white and blue trainers. You shared a kiss before he opened the car door for you, and you both drove off towards the restaurant. You watch the street lights and clubs as you drive through the streets, but it's not a patch on your boyfriend Jack. Just watching him drive was wonderful, and you rested your hand on his warm thigh as he drove. He smiled and interlocked his fingers into your hand so he was showing how much he loved you.

When you arrived, he opened your door and he wraps his arm around your waist as you walk up the steps to the restaurant. You were regulars, and the man opening the door smiled happily as you both walked in, it was always a pleasant atmosphere hear. The waiter gave you and Jack a window seat, looking outside to the beach before handing you both a menu and giving you a bottle of water and 2 glasses. "I will be right back to take your order" "Thank you" Jack says as the waiter leaves. Your reading the menu when Jack looks over to you, just admiring your beauty, feeling so lucky to have you in his life.

"Hey" Jack says taking your hand and running his thumb over the soft skin of your hand. "You really do look beautiful tonight" "Thank you babe, I always try my best to look good for you" "You dont need to try, all you do is smile and I feel like I'm falling in love all over again" His words always bring a smile to your face, he leans over the table a little to lock his lips against yours, kissing you with a tender and gentle feel. When he sits back down, the waiter comes back over and takes your order. The night carries one in the best way you could hope for, laughter, smiles and a wonderful time catching up and not worrying or talking about work.

It was getting late, as you and Jack were just finishing your last drinks. "Oh tonight was so needed, I've missed date night with you Y/N" "I know me too, it's a shame we haven't had a chance to enjoy eachothers company recently" "Well...its a good thing tonight isnt over yet..." He says slowly moving his hand over yours again, with a seductive look in his eye. "Does this mean, we can spend some much needed time together?" "I'm hoping so....listen, I'm sorry I haven't been physical with you lately. Works just been-" "Jack it's ok, I know. It's been the same with me, I wont lie, I have been a little...frustrated recently"

"Well...I'll have to help you out with that tonight then wont I?" You both share a chuckle. "I'll be right back babe, I'm just going to the bathroom" He stands up and walks towards the back of the restaurant, your just happily smiling to yourself, knowing that tonight is going to be amazing. "Hey there little lady" comes a voice walking up to you. "Oh, uhh sorry I-" "No need to be sorry" he says interrupting you and taking a seat in Jack's chair. "Uh excuse me? I dont know who you think you are but I'm hear with my boyfriend, and your sat in his-" "Ah is that who you were sat with eh? I thought he looks a little pathetic" "You what?!" "Why dont you come home with me instead of waisting your time with that loser?"

"That man your calling a loser is my boyfriend who I love very much, and your gunna regret sitting hear trying to flirt with me" "Oh really? And why's that?" Before you could say anything, Jack grabs him by the back of his collar, pulling him up off the chair and away from you. "That's my girl you son of a bitch" "Your girl? Come on, maybe we can share her? Or I'll take her outside and do what I want, then give her back-" Jack wouldn't let him answer, he grabbed him and put him in a headlock, leading him outside. "You stay hear babe, I'll take care of this bastard. Noone talks about my girl like that!" Jack pulls him outside as you run to the till to pay for the meal.

"I'm sorry, it was a lovely meal, but I really have to go" Once you paid, you run outside to see Jack and the man on the other side of the road. Running over, you see that Jack has blood all over his shirt, and the man is in tears on the floor with blood all over his face and coming out of his nose. "Jack! What the hell happened?! Are you ok? What did you do?" He is a little breathless as he approaches you, trying his best to look calm. "Its alright Y/N, he got what he deserved. The things he was saying about you-" "I dont care about that Jack, your covered in blood! Are you hurt?!" "I'm alright babe, I promise" "I'm taking you home, come on, I need to make sure your ok"

Once you got him home, you demanded he took off his shirt so you could check him. He did as he was told, smiling a little at how concerned you were but you needed to know if he was hurt. You look him over and run your hands over his chest and back, and thankfully he's alright. "Right you, shower" He smiles and makes his way to the bathroom, letting you sit by the window of the living room. When he was in the shower, you were stewing in a mixture of emotions, everything was wonderful tonight until you saw Jack covered in blood. He wasn't always the best with controlling his temper, he never lost it with you, but you have seen when he gets angry.

What could that man possibly have said when they were outside to get him that angry? You didnt have much time to think about it when Jack walked back into the room, dressed, clean and no longer covered in blood. He was wearing black jogging bottoms and a black vest, showing his beautiful arms and shoulder muscles. "Do I look more presentable to you now babe?.....babe? What's wrong?" He can see you purposely looking away, trying to hide the war of emotions your face is showing, mostly worry. "Hey, hey look at me" He moves your chin with his hand so your looking up at him. "What's the matter? Did I upset you?" "No Jack it's not...its nothing" "Please dont lie to me, I love you. What's wrong?"

"Its just...Jack you frightened me tonight" "I...I frightened you?" He looks terrified at what he could have done to make you feel this way. "No Jack, you didn't frighten me like that, I was scared FOR you" "What? Why? You know I can handle myself" "That's not the point Jack. How would you feel if you saw me after a fight with someone, covered in blood? Wouldn't you be feeling the same way as I am?" His shoulders slump, he knows your right. "Y/N I'm so sorry, I was only trying to stop him from taking advantage of you. He was an asshole who deserved what he got. I promise I didnt mean to frighten you, your my girl, and I love you. I was just showing him that.....come hear"

He pulls you into his arms and gives you a hug, just having his muscular arms hold you like this helped to calm the feeling you were experiencing, and his heartbeat under his thin vest was making you feel more at ease. You loved him and missed being this close. When got look up at him, there is no exchange of words, just you pressing your lips against his and kissing him like there was no tomorow. You didnt want to think of anything else, you just wanted him. He kisses you back just as passionately, understanding that all you need right now is just some physical love. His tounge slips into your mouth just as he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist.

He never breaks the kiss as he takes you into the bedroom, sitting himself on the bed so your now sat on his lap, with him gripping your hips as you slowly buck your hips back and forth, feeling him grow from inside his joggers. Tonight you weren't interested in foreplay or taking it slow, you needed him now. His hand slips under your dress and moves your soaking wet pants to the side, while your hand freed his girthy cock. He grabs his cock and moves it over your sensitive clit, making you shiver at his touch, right before he grabbed your hips and pushed himself into you as he pulls you back down onto his lap.

"Nngguuhh! Oh fuck Jack" He felt so fucking good inside you, and you continued to moan and whimper little words like that as moved your hips back and forth against his groin, his cock was hitting your G spot over and over again. He's fucking you, hard and fast, already making you feel like tears could run down your cheek. He rips off your dress after you pull off his vest, and you hold onto him for dear life. Pressing your bare breasts against his chest muscles, the skin on skin contact was really turning you on. He buries his face against your neck, kissing and sucking the soft skin as your hands run through his bouncy brown curls, making a fist in desperation of needing something to hold onto as he fucks you mercilessly.

His leg muscles tighten and his breath gets quicker, you can feel that hes about to cum, and so are you, your so close and so desperate for release. And just a few moments later, his hands tighten on your hips, knowing there would be little bruises on there later, but you didnt care, the orgasm was so strong you just went through it. And he let out a deep groan and grunting noise as he came inside you, just as you finaly finish your own orgasm, shaking against his legs as the intensity slows down. Your both breathless when you sit up to look down at him, even letting out a little breathed laugh, Jack doing the same. "I think...that was...very much needed. My god I've missed this with you Y/N" "So have I Jack, I just cant get enough of you" "Well, who says we need to stop hear?....lets go again....this time, I'll be on top...you know how much I love making my girl scream...."

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #jack blaylock x reader #jack blaylock

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missamyrisa2 · 2 years

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Hello my dearest Amy~

As of today, I'm stuck in a 5 an a half hour car ride, with frequent stops making it longer. I'll be in the same car ride back on Sunday... any tips/teases to keep my forgetful brain occupied on either teasing my dearest friend or vise-versa?

I'd love to hear your most out there ideas, love~ 💜

~ Faithful Purpley Forgetful ~

Oooh my sweet beautiful ticklish purpley forgetful ~<33 I am so, so and so very sorry I wasn't able to get to your ask before the weekend was over. I nearly started telling people causing the drama in my life that there is a ticklish adorable cutie who needs my help!!

But if Amylicious could fly back a day in time this is the advice I would give, and maybe it'll be helpful in the future~<3

Consider that we tickly types concoct all sorts of complex scenarios and setups as vessels to deliver those amazing sensations. Why, this weekend as I was in the throes of busy boredom, I couldn't stop this vision from reappearing no matter how much I resisted. It was like a misty cloud that kept reforming and taking on scenes from this story. The city is being tormented by mysterious flying crafts. They've been programmed to locate a particular target~ and their nefarious tactic is to sneak up behind, hovering silently as they deploy a mechanical hand to goose their potential mark. As the hapless target yelps and giggles, another mechanical hand is there to grasp at their undies with a plunging snatch. Lifted helplessly before glowing red scanning eyes, the potential of them being the correct target is measured by an array of tickly beams, going all over those hot spots on the body. If the pattern of ticklish zones is a match, the next test is administered. A hook catches their shirt and lifts to expose a beautiful belly. With a whirr, a mechanical appendage slides forth and opens into a collection of spider-like legs ~ each is tipped with a suction-cup like device which attaches to their tummy. The cool suction holds their belly taut so the center tool can deploy, a device looking like a fluffy drill, swirling out as a bright light illuminates the navel. As the potential target struggles madly, the probe descends and begins testing that giggle button mercilessly sliding in and out and swirling around the rim. Audio recording devices slide out and hover around them as the machine tests and tests. Should the audio be a match with the previous scan, the target has been confirmed. A broadcast is sent from this hunter/tickler bot, and soon from all over a swarm of them dot the skyline, like a swarm of angry bees. Their spherical dark metal forms tremble and endless sensory appendages spring forth - hands, brushes, fluffers, vibrators. These dastardly machines were designed to locate a superhero with a ticklish weakness, and they've found them. Fight as they might, the machines are quick to wear the hero's resistance down darting around and teasing their body on all those scanned hot spots. And this isn't even the end of their night, because the villain who sent them is quick to arrive at the right time, and fully intends to have their way with this subdued hero~

From there my vision devolves into a matrix of different villains. The mad scientist with milking/teasing machines, the icy villainess with an equally icy appendage, a faceless corporate board testing their new tech, a giggly girl who stumbled into a villain's lair and started pressing buttons and will have a fun time when the hero is brought back, a technomancer witch who needs the essence of a ticklegasm for their concoction, a mothership with aliens, and y'know, so on and so forth.

What was I talking about? Oh yeah, forget all that complex scenario stuff. I mean, it's ridiculously hot to imagine these tickle machines and a wicked tickler controlling them and exchanging the mechanical cold tickles with a deviously teasy personal touch. It's so adorably arousing to think about your body being scanned, examined, probed, tested, and taunted. A mere instrument brought to the haze of giggly madness and the brink of a ticklegasm over and over again under a knowing smile and relentlessly cooing voice.

But we don't need all that. Because when it comes down to it, I can be right next to you, my adorably sweet purpley anon. I can just start telling you how cute you are, and that you're amazingly sweet and creative. And that your hair is just ooh so perfect and how I'd love to lightly run my fingers through it as I look into your eyes and blow you kisses that are completely innocuous but I know you'll imagine how they'd feel on your ticklish belly. I'm only grazing an ear but I know how you love that touch. I don't even need to tickle you. I can ask if you know how cute it is that you're ticklish. That it's so funny how ticklish your neck is, like if a feather touched it you would probably blush and giggle. Hey, kind of like how you are now! You see sweetheart, you're so amazing that the tickles are like this invisible pixie cloud that flutters above you at all times raining down the sweetness into your aura. I'm no superhero but I can absolutely see those ticklies as they sparkle and twinkle around your gorgeous eyes~ and I know you can feel me cataloging your spots and imagining those crazy scenarios to which you would slot into perfectly.

I know all of these things because I'm just as susceptible. You can see why I had to get on the offense immediately and scramble your offenses with implied subtle teases ~<3 stop tickling your self <3

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hotforharrysheart · 2 years

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Measurements

You’d arrived at the venue from the airport just in time for sound check due to a late start to your morning which involved Harry fucking you into the mattress of your hotel bed after a particularly strenuous private yoga class. An early dinner was scheduled right after soundcheck wrapped up. You were reading when Isobel the seamstress came in and saw you.

“Been looking all over for you!”

You smile. “You’ve found me!”

She laughs. “Just in time too! I was about to give up.”

“What’s up?”

“I need your measurements.”

This was news. “You do? What for?”

Isobel shrugged. “Dunno. You’ll have to ask Lambert. I was just told to get the info. Stand up, please!”

You’re baffled but stand up while she fusses with the tape measure and writes down your inches.

She’s finally done. “Thank you!”

You thank her and then she’s gone as fast as she came in.

You’d meant to ask what all that was about but by the time soundcheck was done you’d forgotten all about it.

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A few weeks later, you’re back in London at Harry’s house and the doorbell rings. You weren’t expecting anyone and he wasn’t due home for a few days. You look at the security camera and see Lambert and run to open the door.

“Lambert!”

“‘Lo darling.” He kisses you on each cheek and thrust out a very beautiful GUCCI box.

“What’s all this?”

“How would I know? I’m just the delivery man, love.” He throws a hand on his forehead dramatically and sighs.

You giggle at his dramatics.

“This is from Harry, of course. I’m told to tell you not to open this box until you hear from him!”

“Doesn’t seem fair,” you muse, running your hands over the exquisitely wrapped box.

“I agree. Very cruel, but you have your orders!”

He declines your offer to come in and then he’s gone in a haze of cologne and kisses.

Your fingers furiously fly over your keyboard as you text him.

You: When can we video?

H: Got my present, did ya?

You: Yes!!!

The phone rings and then his face is on the screen.

“Sorry baby, it'll have to be after 9:00 your time. Ya know thst little spa you like so much? Why don't you go have an afternoon and evening being pampered. I'll call them and give them my card info - get the works my love, please treat yourself. I know you love getting your hair washed and blown out there.”

“Yes but-“

“FYI - go for red nails.”

“H, I can't let you do that - that place is expensive!”

“Just don't peek in the box and go treat yourself.”

“I miss you H. This is harder than I thought it would be. Having you away...”

“I know baby. Miss you too. I'll be home soon. Please go relax, get a massage…the deluxe one. I'l have a car for you.”

“No - it's too much.”

“Babe, what's the use of having plenty of money if I can't spend it on you? Make sure they take care of your cuticles, because I can see you biting them.”

Smiling at your feet you softly say, “ok” and yank your fingers out of your mouth.

“I miss you, H.”

“I miss you most. Now go...I'Il call you at 9:30 sharp, ok?”

“Ok, thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You finger the box wandering what he has planned. Little did you know he had called and made arrangements for a body scrub, massage, wax, hair treatment and blow out and of course the latest Pleasing colors. He paid for the extra long massage and you're all floaty and relaxed on the ride home. You raid the closet looking for your fave dress shirt of his and opt for some simple soft white panties.

It’s almost 9:30 and you're getting antsy. Do you wear one of his shirts or nothing? What if someone's with him tho? You decide on the dress shirt. You admire yourself in the mirror…you’re all fluffed and sparkly- just a dap of lip gloss. Rolling up the sleeves on the black dress shirt - you hear the laptop pinging. His face fills the screen and you can tell he's in the car.

“Jesus, baby, you look so soft.”

“On your way back to the hotel?"

“Had a long day today.”

You hand moves down your shirt skimming your breasts.

“So, you have the box?”

You grin ear to ear. “Yes, but first, thank you so much for the pampering, you tell him as you slip the shirt off of your shoulders. “It was so amazing, you should see my skin.” You spread your legs open so he can see your soaked panties.

“Mmm...I like your nail polish, babe.”

You smile seductively, your hand splayed on your lower stomach.

“Run your finger down your panties.”

“Harry are you alone?"

He gulps. “I'm-I'm alone, love. Take off the shirt, please. Leave the panties.”

“But H…”

“Just tell me…are you wet?”

You pull the panties aside. “You tell me.”

“So wet, baby. Spread wider for me.”

“Miss you so much…”

His nostrils flair. “Put that box between your legs and let's open it together.”

You puff out a pout "tease.”

“Oh we're gonna see what's in the box.”

You pull the black tie and drape the ribbon around your neck. The ends brush your nipples and you shiver.

He groans.

You remove the lid and carefully open the gold tissue. The most beautiful shade of rose red lace pops into view. You're stunned as your caress the lace.”

“Darling, hold it up so I can see it.”

“H, it’s beautiful.”

“Put it on.”

You scramble to move the laptop around and stand to put it on.

“Love you in white panties, but take them off.

“I'm so wet. I'll ruin these!”

He smirks. "l'Il have more made.”

You blush and slide the white panties off making sure to make a show of it.

“Stop.”

“What?” You look around like you missed something.

“Turn around and bend over.”

You smirk. “Oh, I see. You sure the driver can't hear?”

“I'm sure, love. Bend over. Let me see.”

You turn around and bend over legs together.

“My God babe…I see can see that little pussy peeking out. Touch.”

“Where Harry?”

“Oh, you know where. Touch.”

You shake your head slightly. “I can't.”

“Why?"

“I'm…so turned on…I might…l'Il cum.”

“Do it, love.”

Your hands are shaking with anticipation.

“Show me that new polish color…On my pussy.”

You reach between your legs and rub your forefinger from your clit to your entrance. “Again.”

A long moan leaves your mouth.

His head drops to his shoulder as he watches intensely.

Your legs start shaking. “H! I-I’m cumming!”

“Put your finger inside. Is it squeezing?”

“Fuck! I’m cumming so hard!”

“Is it squeezing?”

“Harry!”

“God baby, I can see it from here.”

After you come down from your high, you can't look up..

“Wait, what happened? Where'd you go baby?"

“I miss you so much,” you say, nearly crying.

“I miss your touch…”

“I know, ‘s not the same is it?”

“No...no it's not.”

“Look at me.”

Your eyes meet his. “I had that lingerie made especially for you. Hand picked the lace, color and style.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, it me holding you, when I can't be there. Put it on.”

You fasten the bra round the back and bend over to plump your breasts and get them situated.

He groans. “Goddamn I love when you do that thing with your tits.”

You lean over and adjust them again.

He mutters under his breath "so fuckin' hard. Killin' me babe.”

You smirk and turn to look in the mirror. The bra is a stunning fit. You grab the panties and slip them on.

“The matching stockings should be in there,” his voice low and raspy.

You’re fingers are trembling as you buckle the strings together. You twist and turn in the mirror.

“Show me.”

“What do you think?" You say it at the same time.

“H, I can't actually believe this is me.” You reach up to hold your hair up, posing in the mirror.

“No, I like it down.”

You look back at the screen and he's twirling his finger.

“Turn around.”

You turn around and let your hair down.

“That ass...sweet Jesus.”

“Look good?"

“I wanna eat you up.”

“I want that too.”

“Hey baby, can you hold on Jeff is calling.”

You shoulders slump, “really? Right now Harry?”

“I gotta take it.”

You roll your eyes.

“Five minutes tops, love, I promise.”

“I’ll call you right back.”

You pout. “Ok, but hurry please!” The doorbell rings and you roll your eyes, "oh for fucks sake!” You grab the purple robe off the hook throw it on in a huff. This is fucking ridiculous, somebody better be dying, you think to yourself. You reach the door. “Who is it?"

“Delivery.”

I didn't order anything, you nutter to yourself and look through the peep hole. All you can see is a giant bouquet of roses. You smile to yourself. “Aww, how sweet,” you mumble to yourself. Holding the robe tightly together, you open the door. The roses move down and then you see his face.

“Ya didn't think I'd send something like that and not be able to see you in it, did ya?”

Your hand fly to your mouth and the other hand takes the flowers and drops them in the entry way. You hop up into his arms, wrap your legs around his waist, and bury your face in his neck. “What're you doing here? Thought you were away!” You pull back and see his smirk. “Oh. My. God. It's really you!" You say, brushing his hair back. “Wait…were you just in the driveway?”

“Coming back from Heathrow.” He squeezes you tight.

You can feel him pressing against you. “You’re here…you’re really here…and you're really hard.”

“Can ya blame me after seeing you in that get up?” He kicks the door shut and starts walking straight to the bedroom. “That was quite a show ya gave me.”

“You asked for it.” You bury your face in his neck. “I didn't think l'd be facing you.”

“Did so good for me.” He plops you down in the bed. “Show me.”

You go up on your elbows and pull the tie on the robe open.

“Stand up. Stand up and show me.” He moves to sit on the edge of the bed.

You stand up and drop the robe. “You like?”

“I more than like. Turn around.”

You slowly turn around for him.

“How d’ya feel in it?"

“It's so soft and the lace is so beautiful. I feel like a dirty princess. It's caressing my skin almost.”

He smirks. “My dirty princess.”

“Yes, your dirty princess,” you bite your lip and reach for his belt. You look closely at the shirt he's wearing. “Is this new?”

“Yeah, look closer.”

You notice there's a lace pocket and lace on the shoulders. Red lace on a mesh fabric. “Is that…?”

He nods, smirking, his hands rubbing up and down your sides. “Made from the same batch as these little panties.”

You gasp.

His hands move to your thighs and fiddle with your garters. “They’re Gucci, one of a kind. Alessandro did the designs.”

“Wow…” Your fingers caress the lace on the

shoulders, and you touch your forehead to

his. “You have too many clothes on Mr. Styles,” you tell him as you unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders.

His fingers unclip the garters, sliding the stockings down your thighs. He gently removes them from each leg and places them back in the box. “Gonna fuck you in this lace, love.” He kisses your stomach. “It's been so long…This may go fast, baby.”

“I want you inside me, Harry.”

“Hmmm…need to get you almost ready to cum then…So you can cum with me.”

Your fingers reach for his zipper.

“No, I'Il explode it you get your hands on me. Lay down,” he says, gently pulling you to the middle of the bed and pulling your legs up over his shoulders. “Missed this…”

You watch his matching red tipped fingernails run through your wetness.

He lays a gentle kiss right over your clit and his his finger pulls the soft material away from your cunt causing you to gasp. His fingers fingers stroke up and down lightly. “Damn, I shoulda had them put a split crotch in these.” His eyes meet yours and he smirks. “Next time.”

You moan out at that.

The pointed end of his tongue draws circles around your clit and you bite the back of your hand.

“No, don't,” he says, grabbing your hand. “Wanna hear you.” He roughly grabs a pillow and pushes it under your hips. “Perfect.”

“Oh God, Harry.”

He places an open mouth kiss just over your entrance.

You're panting above him.

He’s licking you with the lightest of touches and the wet smacks echo in the room.

“Please, can't take anymore!” You jerk as you feel his stubble on your clit.

He stands quickly and you hear the clanking of his belt before you can even raise your head. He kicks his shoes off and his pants hit the floor with a thud.

You run your hands up and down the insides of your thighs. “Harry…please!”

He moves to be on top of you and in one quick thrust he's buried deep inside of you, his hands pulling the cups of your bra aside. The angle of the pillow takes him deeper than ever before. You groan a long low groan.

“Shit,” he pants out, looking down where he's buried deep, his hands braced on the bed next to your waist.

“Fuuuuuccckkk!”

“God, does that hurt, babe?"

Panting, you tell him, “no. More!”

“My pretty girl wants more, hmmm?” He pulls almost all the way out only to snap his hips back in hard, causing your tits bounce against the lace cups of your specially designed bra.

“Yes! Fuck, yes!”

Brows furrowed, he begins the thrust harder and faster. He grabs one of vour tits and squeezes, your nipple caught between two of his fingers.

The sounds of your fucking fills the room.

“Can you feel me? Deep?”

You whimper.

“Fuck…answer me!”

“Yes! I feel you so deep!”

“Been dreaming of fucking you every. (Thrust) fucking (thrust) minute of the day.” He pushes your legs back to your chest, his hands braced on the back of your thighs. “Wanted to be buried deep in this wet cunt. Always so fuckin’ wet and warm!”

You moan louder for him. “Don't stop, don't stop!”

“Ya like when I talk filth to ya, don’ ya? Makes ya wet doesn't it?”

“You know it does, you barely mange to say. “Touch yourself. Wanna see you touch yourself.” He reaches down to join your fingers on your clit. “Jus’ like ya did for me on the call.”

“Too much, I gotta cum.”

“I'm close, baby. Gonna cum so hard for you, love.”

You whimper.

“Oh wow, you just got wetter! Let it go, babe…”He stiffens deep inside you.

You nearly scream as you cum.

“Bear down hard on me, baby.”

You're pulsing so hard around him. “I can feel you filling me up.”

He pushes his hair out of his face as his mouth drops open.

Heavy breathing and groans of pleasure fill the room.

“I'm still cumming, Christ!”

“Harry!" You shriek.

“You got me good, baby,” he says, collapsing on top of you. “Am I too heavy?"

“No, no...don't move. Feels so good to have you on me…Missed you so much.”

He's kissing all over your throat and collarbone.

You run your nails up and down his back and wrap your legs around his waist, hugging him tightly. You’re memorizing the smell of his hair, and sweat and sex. It's sweet and earthy. “Don't ever leave me again, H,” you whisper in his ear. You kiss him all over his face. “Can’t believe you’re here.”

“Come with me for the leg of the tour.”

You sigh. “I'll be in the way.”

He touches his forehead to yours. “You won't be in the way love. Please, I don't wanna leave you.”

“What will people say?"

“I don' give a flying fuck. Come with me, for the next three shows…Hamburg, Berlin and Paris. I can show you Italy. Pop over for a weekend.” He's fiddling with the lace on your bra. “I want more nights like tonight. I'll have Alessandro make you a whole wardrobe of lingerie.”

You smile. “Won't I get cold?"

“You stole my fav purple robe,” he smirks at you.

“Well, there’s that…”

He kisses your lips...."Hey, I love you.”

“I love you too, H.”

“I'm starving...ya got any of that cheese I like?"

You smack his back. “You're hungry? Right now?”

He chuckles. “Wore me out, woman. I need sustenance for rounds 2, 3 and 4.”

You groan. “I’m glad you’re here.”

#measurements #harry smut #harry styles smut #original content

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mischiefwithmilo · 2 years

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Bad Days pt. 1

edward nashton x reader

Contains: swearing, pre-movie events, violence, minor stalking

it was a wednesday night when he first saw you.

the diner wasn't very crowded. it was too late for most average civilians to be out and about, but too early for any troublemakers to be out.

edward nashton was enjoying his coffee and pumpkin pie when he glanced up and saw it, you. he was completely enamored with you. the way you stared absentmindedly at the wall while waiting for your order. the way you fixed your hair. the way your laugh sounded when you giggled at something on your phone. the way you smiled at the server when they brought you your coffee and dessert. he was starstruck by you.

but before he knew it you were gone. you had paid and left. he was filled with a strange sadness. he carried on with his meal, but the thought of you still lingered in his mind.

he started visiting the diner much more frequently, in hopes of seeing you once more. every once in a while he did, and he was able to admire you once more. oh, how happy it made him when he saw your shining face. but it seemed like you left as quickly as you had arrived, and edward was only left with the memory of you until the day he could see you again.

he could never bring himself to approach you though. as much as he was in love with you, he was never able to make a move. he was too nervous he would mess it up. he was scared you would look down on him with disgust. that you would laugh at him for thinking that you would like someone like him. he was too afraid of that, so he took other measures to keep seeing you.

eventually, ed got tired of seeing you every once in a while, only on the rare days that you unintentionally decided to go to the diner the same day as him. so he started following you back to your apartment.

he knew it was wrong. he was ashamed of it too. but he had to. all he was doing was walking a bit behind you on the sidewalk while you made your way back home. it couldn't be that bad right? he just wanted to be with you a little while longer. but the thought stayed in the back of his mind, what would you say if you realized? would you yell at him? call the police? cry? he imagined you would be quite pretty when you cried, but he wouldn't like to see you upset. he just wanted you to be happy, with him.

at night after he went home he would imagine you, living with him and being in love. he'd treat you so well, you'd never feel upset. maybe one day you could have a family with him, who knows? you made him want to be a good person. you were so sweet and pure. he adored you for it.

with the goodness you inspired in him, also came another form of inspiration. you gave him even more of a reason to become the riddler. you were so innocent, and this city was filthy. he wanted to purge it of its corruption and injustice for you.

after a day of hiding in his disheveled apartment, dodging work, and browsing the internet, edward decided to go to the diner. he hoped he'd see you, but he wasn't very hopeful. today hadn't been a good day for him. he threw on his windbreaker and left his home, locking the door behind him.

he made his way down the sidewalk, head down and hands in his pockets. he desperately wanted to see you. it would make his day to see your smiling face. the more he thought about you the more he got lost in his thoughts of you. he wanted you, he needed you, he could treat you so well. he would-

BAM

edward ran right into something. more of someone. he looked up to see a huge man staring down at him. edward's face grew red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry i-uh wasn't looking and i-" the man grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “you think your funny huh?” he snarled, his breath reeked of beer.

”no! no I just wasn’t paying attention!” The man barely took in his words before punching him across the face. edward groaned as he fell from the man’s grasp and hit the sidewalk. the other man began to kick him in the ribs, his boots only sharpening the pain.

”hey!” a familiar voice called out from behind them. the large man quickly bolted away, and edward thought to call him a coward, but he was too focused on how glad he was the attack had come to the end.

he hear footsteps running toward him, but before he could even react he heard a voice. “oh my god are you ok?” it was you. he tried to compose himself, but so many emotions were going through his head. the shock from the beating he received, the happiness from having you here with him, and the fear of fucking all this up.

”i'm ok.” is all he could say. “well obviously not.” you said, half-jokingly and half concerned. “here, let me help you up." you told him, grabbing his hand. he couldn't believe this was happening, his heart couldn't take it.

he pulled himself up off the ground while you kept him steady. he probably didn't need all the help, but you didn't mind and neither did he.

"thanks." he mumbled, it wasn't that he was ungrateful or upset, he was just too nervous to even speak in front of you. you winced as you looked at his face, and he swore he could have cried right there on the spot. "you got beat up pretty bad huh?" he was relieved at the fact that you were wincing at his injuries, and not his face or his awkward behavior.

you stared at his face for a moment. "you look familiar, have i seen you before?" you asked him. "oh, yeah i go to this diner a lot i may have seen you around before." he replied. you grinned at him. "that makes sense." oh god, you made his heart melt.

there was a bit of silence between the two of you before he decided to break it. he decided to be brave. if you could speak to him, a random stranger, what could keep him from talking to you, the love of his life? "i'm edward, nashton." he said, the pause between the two words a bit awkward but you didn't seem to notice. "i'm y/n l/n." your name fit you well, he thought. a pretty name for a pretty person. "hey, since you got hurt pretty bad would you want to come back to my apartment with me? it's not very far from here and i could clean you up if you'd like."

before you could even elaborate he agreed. he always knew you were kind-hearted, even though inviting strangers into your home was dangerous it was alright, he could help you learn better. "well then i'll take you there." you told him. he couldn't believe it, one day he was following you to your house and the next your taking him there. maybe today wasn't such a bad day for him.

a/n: hi there! thanks for reading this! ik its pretty bad but i tried my hardest, so im looking for any suggestions or criticism you may have!

#the riddler #edward nashton #paul dano riddler #riddler #the batman #edward nashton x reader

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dreamingofaizawa · 3 years

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Potent

Alpha! Hanta Sero x Fem! Omega! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18 please vacate the premises.

Warnings: A/B/O, smut, knotting, marking, breeding kink (sorta? idk it comes with the A/B/O territory), a hint of pregnancy kink, a bit of blood

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author's Note: Ohhhhkaayyy so this has been sitting in my google doc for AGES. I think I started this in...October of last year? It's been sitting there for months and I've lacked the motivation to finish and post it but then I sent in an anon ask to @reinawritesbnha and, being the absolute queen she is, she became the little push I needed to do it. I DID IT FOR REINA!!

Also, this is some of my earliest writing and I only skimmed and edited a little bit of it so if there's a little bit of weird pacing or a strange cutoff where the writing styles clash it's because I haven't touched this piece in months.

Anywho, enjoy~

It had to happen when you were surrounded by alphas.

Your suppressants flaked out, again, and your scent wafted through the air on the street. Normally It’d be fine for an omega to let their scent float freely around them. But your scent is particularly...potent, even when you weren’t in heat. Not only that, but you weren’t mated yet, your scent glands still bare, and you still didn’t have a pack. To make matters worse, you’re quirkless.

You hadn’t realised what was happening until your path was blocked by an especially large male alpha. You turned around, and there were two more behind you. Fuck. This isn’t good. You took in your surroundings and searched for an exit, but you couldn’t find a way out. There's no way you’d be able to outrun the three very large male alphas.

Probably the worst part is that more alphas are turning their head toward you, taking notice of your lavender honey and rain scent that slowly began turning to a sour swamp. You dared to hope that change would ward off the three cornering you, but they’d already got a whiff of you. Several distressed chirps sounded from your chest, voicing your discomfort, and you glared pointedly at the three alphas as they edged closer to you.

You hate when this happened. Why’d you have to be cursed like this? Your growls only grew, baring your little omega fangs. There’s no way in hell you’d let some stranger scent you, let alone one of these creeps. They wouldn’t take the damn hint and just crept closer to you, calling out to the ‘pretty little omega’ to ‘come have some fun’.

You’re scared now, the involuntary chirps in your chest coming more frequently. None of the other alphas or betas on the street were big enough to face the three, making you a sitting duck and a ragdoll if they wanted you to be. Your claws are small, nowhere near ideal for this situation, but you’d use them if you needed to. With a final low defiant growl you dropped your bag against the wall behind you and readied yourself for a fight.

Suddenly a large body dropped in front of you, his back to you. His scent alone hit you like a freight train, orange zest, mint, tree bark and something earthy. It had your head spinning, nearly sending you into an early heat. He growled, low and powerful, the sound rattling in your chest and making you sink further into the wall behind you. The other three alpha’s scents together were still overpowered by the new alpha before you, and they vanished faster than they appeared.

He turned around and stepped away from you, giving you space to breathe. He kneeled down enough so he was eye level with you, his hands reaching out clearly in an attempt to comfort you, but kept from touching you.

“Are you okay?” The question barely registered, still delirious from his scent, and you’re having a hard time recovering. Large hands grip your shoulders and shake you lightly, your mind beginning to clear with the soothing pheromones he’s releasing.

“Omega.” The command snapped you to attention, your gaze fixated on his own dark irises.

“Are you okay, omega?” You blink, swallow down the lump in your throat, take a deep breath.

“Yeah...I’m okay. Thank you, alpha.” But you’re not quite okay. You need to get home. Fast. The alpha seemed to catch on, probably by your scent that still hadn’t returned to normal. He stands and slips off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders and wrapping you in his scent. It’s a comforting gesture.

“Let’s get you home.” With a nod you set off, the man walking next to you with a strong, warm hand on the middle of your back.

“What’s your name?” You introduce yourself, and he does the same. His name is Sero Hanta, and now that you’re calm again, you take in just how handsome he is.

Raven hair is pulled back into a small bun, showing off his undercut and strong, sharp jawline. Onyx eyes shine with kindness and playful mischief, and a beaming grin reveals pearly white teeth. He’s incredibly toned, his muscles calmly rippling under the t-shirt that stretched over his chest. You vaguely noticed the strange shape of his elbows, but disregarded it as his quirk. The omega in you is howling, begging for this alpha, his scent invading your senses. But you suppress it quickly, reminding yourself you’d only just met this man.

As you reach your apartment you exchange phone numbers, and he tells you to keep the jacket and use it when you go out to ward off any unwanted attention. You thank him again for helping you earlier, and he waves to you as he walks down the hall and enters the elevator, the doors closing in front of his handsome smiling face.

Despite meeting him only ten minutes earlier your instincts trust the alpha, and you hold the jacket close to your face, breathing in his scent. It’s wonderful, and your inner omega is in love. You find yourself wondering when you’d see him again.

The next few days are riddled with work and calls to your doctor about the strength of your suppressants. You work from home as a secretary for a small company. It’s a miracle you’d found it, too. Nobody wants an omega, let alone a potent one. It’s an alpha’s world, you guess. When this job opening popped up you were ecstatic, so you took it and have been working from home with decent pay for the last five years.

The calls to your doctor were not going as smoothly as your job, though. You leave a message every four hours until she finally calls you back. She was concerned since the suppressants she’d prescribed are the strongest out there, and if your scent was overpowering them they were either defective or your scent glands were overproducing. It wasn’t an immediate threat to your health, it only meant you’d be drawing more attention than you wanted to. Still, it’s annoying and makes life so much harder than it needs to be.

After she prescribed twice the amount, she said she’d look over your tests from the latest visit before she hung up the phone. You groaned once the call ended. You seriously needed a break from your second gender. Taking the prescribed double dose of suppressants, you got ready to go out to the corner cafe to read and drink coffee. Hopefully the new amount will keep steady. You really don’t want to deal with any more aggressive alphas this week. For good measure you pull on Sero’s jacket, allowing his scent to cover you, then grab your keys, phone, wallet and a book and begin the walk.

When you arrive at the cafe you order a hot mocha, curl into the small corner booth and crack open the book. You got lost in the ink and your mind floated along the adventure, putting yourself in the shoes of the main character and leading the mission to take down the corrupt queen who’d framed you for killing the prince of a neighboring kingdom. You were ripped from the fantasy world when a bright, enthusiastic blonde came up and tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump. His smile was as bright as his hair.

“Sorry to scare you cutie, but I couldn’t help but notice that jacket of yours smells an awful lot like my friend Sero!” You smile softly at the blonde.

“Well if we’re talking about the same Sero Hanta, then your nose would be correct. This is his jacket.” His eyes widen as he nods.

“Oh my gosh you must be the omega he keeps talk-” The blonde’s words became muffled by a large hand. A hand that belonged to the very man you were talking about. Sero smiles apologetically down at you as he shoves the blonde back to where you assume they’re sitting.

“Sorry about Kami, he’s… extroverted.” You smile back at him, mostly because you’re happy to see him again.

“It’s no problem at all. He recognized your scent on me.” He looked down and only then realized you’re wearing his jacket, and he beams at you. Then he takes a glance at the booth you’re sitting all alone at, his smile falling just a bit.

“Do you wanna come sit with us?” You take a moment to think about the offer, then agree with a nod. Your omega couldn’t pass up more time with him.

As you approach the booth you notice there are more people with Sero than you anticipated. There were four other people sitting there. Sero introduced all of them from left to right. Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Ashido Mina, and the happy blonde from earlier is Kaminari Denki. You introduce yourself and when Sero slid into the booth, you followed after him.

These five are a tight pack, and you learn they all met in high school. Bakugo’s brash personality made you wary at first, but it didn’t take long to realize he’s just like that with everyone. He makes a bit of a snippy remark, which you easily counter, and he smirks while the rest smile or snicker. It would seem they like you.

You can’t tell what their second genders are, and you mentally kick yourself for even wondering in the first place. Their genders are none of your concern, but you can’t blame yourself when you’re constantly alert because of your own stupid second gender. As it turns out, you don’t need to wait very long to find out.

This time you smell your own scent as it permeates the air around you. You swear under your breath at the stupid suppressants that obviously can’t so their job, and the others snap their gazes to you. You sigh.

“Yeah, that scent is me. My suppressants flaked again. Sorry about that.” They all nodded, seemingly understanding. Sero must have told them about the other day. Of course, it would soon repeat. It didn’t take long for an alpha to take notice of your scent. The man -- why is it always the largest males??? -- strides up to the booth with a cocksure grin and leans down to inhale your scent. You duck away from him, into Sero, and let out an albeit small warning growl that was drowned in Sero and Kirishima’s. He ignored them all the same.

“Hey there little omega, you smell real nice. You wanna come hang with me instead? We can have some fun together with my buddies, what do you say?” The others stayed quiet. They’re going to let you defend yourself before they do anything in case they end up escalating the situation. You turn your head and lift your shoulder, hiding your scent gland.

“I’m not interested, thank you. Please leave me alone.” You hoped to whatever deity watched over you that the man would leave. Before anyone could react the alpha grabbed your wrist in a vice grip, yanking you roughly from your seat. You chirp, your scent turning sour and the entire pack abruptly stands, baring their fangs at the man. It barely registered in your head that Kirishima and Bakugo are alphas, Mina is a beta, and Kaminari is an omega, their fangs giving them away.

The man tightens his grip on your wrist and you cry out, your bones creaking under the pressure. With no other options you did the one thing that would get him to let go, and sank your fangs into his wrist. You jump back into Sero, who wraps an arm around you protectively.

“You bit me, you bitch!” He raises an arm, clearly about to try and hit you, but a large hand grabs his wrist. Surprisingly enough it’s Bakugo, and his growl is laced into his words.

“Leave now, or you lose a hand.” Sero speaks up from above you.

“You might wanna listen, amigo. That’s Dynamight.” The alpha rips his arm from Bakugo’s hold and looks down at you, and you growl at him as he scoffs and walks away, apparently not ready to fight the #2 pro hero over an omega.

You all sit back down and you pull up the sleeve of the jacket to inspect the already forming bruise on your wrist. Your nose wrinkles with a half-angry half-pained snarl. Tenderly, Sero takes your wrist and lightly squeezes the sides of your forearm, against your bones, and your lack of reaction tells him nothing’s broken. Still, he growls at the offending bruise.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You shake your head and put a hand over his.

“It’s not worth it Sero. He’s probably long gone.” You turn to the rest of the pack.

“Thank you for protecting me.” Kirishima is the first to speak.

“Of course! That dude was a jerk. I just hope he doesn’t go around doing that to other omegas.” Bakugo, surprisingly, spoke next.

“Obviously we’d protect you. You’re a potent omega and quirkless, so you attract unwanted attention without even knowing or wanting to. Besides, if you’re gonna be Sero’s omega there’s no way in hell we’d let some extra handle you like that.” The implications make your face burn, and Kirishima smacks the blonde’s arm with a ‘Don’t just say that kind of thing, Katsuki.’

After an hour or two of talking, and shockingly no other aggressive alphas, they all walk you home to your apartment. Sero wanted to check on your wrist again, so you invited them all in, but they all had something else to do, so you were left alone with Sero. The fact that the one alpha you desperately wanted to be around is alone with you in your apartment is both great and terrible. Thankfully, you have self-control and his own suppressants are working perfectly fine.

He inspected the darkening bruise on your wrist, his large hands gripping your arm tenderly and turning it gently as he prods at the skin. It doesn’t hurt too bad, so you assure him you’ll be perfectly fine. Eventually he leaves with a hug and you sigh once the door is closed, relieved that you were able to keep your omega at bay and your hands to yourself.

A couple days later you get a text from him and the two of you text often, asking how each other’s day went, if anything interesting had happened. You didn’t leave your apartment unless you needed to, since your suppressants clearly weren’t working, so you made sure to cut grocery trips short and keep away from any alphas that seemed a bit aggressive. Sero invited you to hang out with the pack at their house, and you obliged.

They lived in a huge house all together. Most of the rooms were sealed so no scents or sounds could go in or out for ruts and heats, and there were several spare rooms that were empty and waiting for more pack members. It was a fun hangout, filled with video games and good conversation, and even better food which Bakugo cooked. Sero had an arm around you whenever he was close, and you definitely didn’t mind. Your suppressants flaked in the middle, again, and Sero insisted he walk you home. With him walking you home there weren’t any alphas trying to get you this time. You ended up going over to hang out with them a lot when you weren’t working, and eventually Sero began to court you.

Obviously, you accepted, and after a few months of dating and scenting, your overactive scent glands seemed to mellow out, Sero’s scent mixing with it. Your suppressants are lasting much longer now, which is a good sign. Now that you’re Sero’s omega, he often helped you with your heats and you’d help him with his ruts, and he was strong-willed enough that he hadn’t marked or knotted you in the middle of things.

About a year and a half into the relationship you realize you really love him. Sure you had arguments, but everything was settled through calmed discussions over coffee or tea, and you came to understand each other well enough that arguments became few and far between.

You’re happy with Sero, so when your heat came around early and he was there to help, you were going to let him know just how much you loved him.

You texted him once you felt it starting. He was there within half an hour, and you pounced on him once the font door closed, smothering him in hot, wet kisses, eager to feel him inside you. He carries you to the bedroom, and you two are quick in shedding all of your clothes. He lays you on your back with a hand on your throat as he growls into your ear, making a hot shudder roll down your spine.

“Are you ready for me omega?” You whine and nod, your slick already dripping down your folds. You want him so bad it hurts.

“Please alpha, I need your cock.” He growls again, satisfied with your answer, and he presses into you, bottoming out with one firm thrust. You chant his name like a mantra as he set a bruising pace, rutting into you recklessly, wet skin slapping on skin the only other sound beside your whimpers and his growls. His teeth nip at your shoulder, sharp fangs testing your skin and claws digging into the fat of your hips. His cock is so deep, hot swollen tip kissing your cervix with every full-bodied thrust and sending you into a euphoric haze. Your own claws are sinking into his back, leaving little trails of red and blood beading down the lines. It drives him wild every time.

“That’s right, little omega. Mark me up, I’m all yours. Fuck you’re so pretty underneath me like this.” His hands grip behind your knees and press them into your chest, folding you nearly in half as he plows into you further. The angle knocks the breath from your lungs and your eyes roll back. You can feel his knot beginning to swell, feel how his thrusts are getting more controlled and his grip on your thighs tighten from the sheer concentration it’s taking for him not to breed you. You have other plans. Between wheezed breaths you squeak out.

“H-hantaaa~” He slows to a near snail’s pace, grinding his slowly growing cock into your sweet spot, a smirk stretching across his face as you splutter from the sudden change. He’s enjoying making you squirm.

“What is it, sweetness? Tell your alpha what you need.” You pant, chest heaving as much as the position will allow.

“Want your mark, want your knot~ Wanna be bred Hanta! I want your pups!” He stills completely, claws digging into the fat of your thighs with enough force to have drops of blood falling to the sheets beneath you. You’d never said anything like that in the heat of the moment. He can’t have heard you correctly...right?

“Princesa, do you know what you just said?” The seriousness in his tone has you sobering, but even before you knew exactly what you were saying. You nod frantically, wiggling your hips to get him to move again.

“Yes! I know alpha! Please, give me your knot~” His growl makes your bones shake, and with no warning he drops your legs around his waist and leans down so his face is buried in your neck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna trust you with this baby girl. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” His fangs sink into your scent gland just as he picks up his brutal pace, and the euphoria makes you cum hard, your whole body locking up and mouth falling open in a silent scream. He plows into you as you regain your breath, and you bite down on his own scent gland as hard as you can, tearing into his skin with every intention of leaving a pretty scar for the world to see.

His knot swells more, and he’s pushing it into you with every ounce of power he can generate with that gorgeous body of his. With one final snap of his hips he locks his body to yours and cums hard, ropes of hot seed filling you to the brim. He collapses on top of you and laps at the wound on your neck and you do the same. After a few minutes he leans back and cups your face in his hand, gazing down at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

“Are you alright?” You nod, nuzzling into his palm.

“I’m sorry. I was gonna talk to you about it, but my heat came early.” He kisses your forehead gently, brushing the strands of hair from your face.

“It’s okay, pretty thing. I trust you know what you’re getting yourself into.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him.

“Of course I do. I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you too.” You lay there, tangled in each other’s arms until his knot goes down. You whine at the loss when his cock slips out of you, clawing at him to come back because you’re still in heat. His hand gently wraps around your neck, a low chuckle on his lips.

“Relax, we’re far from done.” His already hard erection rubs up and down your glistening folds, barely stimulating your clit, teasing you until tears prick your eyes and you’re beggin him to fuck you again.

“When I’m done you won’t be able to walk for days. I’m gonna breed you so well, You’re gonna look so pretty all big and round with my pups.” He groans at the image he’d conjured in his head and you squeal as he slams his hips into you.

You’re in for a wonderfully long night.

#sero hanta #sero hanta mha #sero hanta bnha #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta x fem reader #sero hanta smut #hanta sero #hanta sero mha #hanta sero bnha #hanta sero x reader #hanta sero x fem reader #hanta sero smut #omegaverse #tw: a/b/o

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h0neypjm · 3 years

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Confident 02 | jjk

↳ Summary: After giving Jungkook the best suck of his life he’s left wondering if what you said was true. Was it really your first time? ‘Cause Jungkook thinks you might’ve lied.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, college au, fuckboy! jk, our fav cheeky virgin reader!

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 8.8k

↳ Warnings: swearing, mentions of past toxic relationship, mentions of being pressured into sex, mentions of body image, mentions of stds, Jungkook being very confused, no smut in this part

↳ a/n: here it is !!! thank you for all the love for the first part, i hope you enjoy this part ! please feel free to leave any feedback <3

↳ Series: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

Previously...

“She said it's her first time.” He pauses, looking up at his friends' concerned faces. “I think she might’ve lied.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Jungkook groans, cradling his head before banging it on the table. The utensils on the table rattle and clang, bringing unwanted attention to his mini breakdown. Taehyung is quick to place his hand under Jungkook's forehead just as he goes in for another blow. “Ok, Jungkook- Jungkook!” Jimin giggles beside him. “Fucking stop, people are staring.”

Jungkook pauses and subtly peeks out of his long bangs, checking to see that Taehyung’s words were indeed true. He breathes out and sits up in his chair, fixing his shirt to play off that he wasn’t just having a mental meltdown.

Jimin rolls his eyes, “soooo are you gonna talk now, cause’ I have a horrible headache and you’re really not helping.”

Jungkook nods opening his mouth to speak. “Alright so uh, I met a girl last night and-”

“I thought you went home?” Taehyung shoves Jimin’s shoulder and Jungkook glares, “yeah, well that clearly didn’t happen.” He rubs his temples, “could you do me a favour and let me speak first, and then you can ask the questions. Ok?”

The two boys nod, settling into their seats as Jungkook delves back into his story.

“Alright so anyways, I saw this girl and like, I haven’t ever seen her before? She was literally perfect”. He exhales looking at nothing at particular as he continues. “Gorgeous face, prettiest lips and oh! speaking of her lips, God the way she sucked-”

Despite what Jungkook said earlier, Taehyung feels the need to intervene. “Ok as much as I love a good suck myself, I need you to stop here, we don’t need the graphics.” Jimin nods in agreement even though it’s clear he’s not paying an ounce of attention. Jungkook smirks at the memory, but it soon drops as he remembers one tiny detail. He places his hands on the table, total seriousness etched onto his face. “But here’s the kicker, she said it was her first time.”

Confusion.

“So did you or did you not take her virginity?”Jungkook crosses his arms. “No, after that she just up and left.” “Wait, fuck”, Jungkook suddenly realises, “I didn’t even make her cum”, he groans and Taehyung bursts into laughter. This finally garners Jimin’s attention, his dazed eyes squinting. “Who’s the girl?” Jungkook sighs, “if you were listening before you would’ve heard me say that I don’t know her.” Jimin leans forward,“well can you at least describe her? I pretty much know everyone who attended the party”

Jungkook doesn’t have to think that hard. “She was wearing this plaid skirt and like a white top-” Jimin’s eyes widen, “Holy shit, Y/N?! Man, Jin’s gonna kill you.” This makes Jungkook pause, thoughts running back to the text he had received from Jin. “Wait, they’re not a thing are they?” Jimin chokes, “God no, they’ve been family friends since like forever, Jin’s practically her protective older brother.”

That explained his text earlier. Jungkook furrows his brows, more questions beginning to arise and spill out of his mouth. “How come I’ve never met her and if she’s a virgin, then how- how did-”, Taehyung cuts in, “dude she’s done other things before.” More confusion. “And how would you know that?” Taehyung smirks, shrugging as he gets up out of his chair. “I'm gonna get a drink, Jimin, you want anything?” God, his head is spinning. “Sure, you know my usual.”

It was the way Taehyung spoke too casually, like your lifestyle choices were common knowledge. How the fuck hasn’t he met you, yet his friends seem to be well acquainted with your existence? “What the fuck was that look?” He focuses on Taehyung from where he orders his drinks. “Did you see it Jimin? Kinda sus.”

Jimin remains nonchalant, blowing a strand of hair out of his sight before answering one of Jungkook’s urgent queries. “Jin never introduced you to her because well…” He looks Jungkook up and down with an unimpressed look. “You would get your grimy hands on her immediately. And Then after that, It’s like she never existed ” Jungkook opens his mouth, rebuttal on the tip of his tongue. “Don’t argue with me boy, the second you met her, you already wanted her on your dick, did you not?”

Jungkook is shocked to say the least, jaw hanging open as Taehyung makes his way back to the table, drinks in hand. “Oh God, what did you tell him?” Jungkook slams his fist on the table, yet again grabbing the attention of people around them. “That is not true! I have standards, and what about you two. You guys are just as bad.” He points accusingly at the bruises peeking out of Taehyung’s loose shirt, “Look at Tae! Those hickies are probably a combination of the three girls he fucked last week!”

Jimin doesn’t want to get kicked out of the cafe, so he attempts to calm down a soon to be raging Jungkook. “Look, to put it nicely, you’re a heartbreaker, you lead girls on whereas Tae and I actually tell people we’re not interested in anything more than a hookup.”

Jungkook seems to understand where he’s coming from. He can admit, he does have quite the reputation if the amount of times he’s been slapped in the face says anything. But now, with this newfound information, he can also admit that you’ve certainly intrigued him, that was for sure.

Jungkook wants to see you again.

Not for a rump in the sheets, but rather a friendly conversation.

It was just his luck that he had heard through the grapevine that you had been invited to one of Jin’s small pool party get togethers. If Jungkook was being honest, he’s quite excited to be within your vicinity again but he knows he needs to keep his cool. Especially after the series of death threats and slaps on the neck from Jin. He shudders at the memory.

And so, Jungkook prepares himself more than he usually does. He wants to do it right this time. No flirty teasing, just friendly innocent conversation. He makes sure to carefully pick out the right swim shorts that display the thickness of his thighs. Not for any sexual gain, more so to show off the hours spent at the gym in hopes that maybe he can get you to become more interested in him as he is to you. He sounds desperate, and he’s sure you’re not that materialistic, but he has this nagging want to impress you somehow. He huffs and does a few pushups, for extra measure of course.

He’s not sure as to why his brain decided to make him act this way. You’re more or less a stranger to him. However, when Jungkook begins his short journey to Jin’s house he really lets himself think, which usually isn't a good idea.

Jungkook doesn’t know you, but you’ve definitely left an imprint in his mind which makes you all the more fascinating. It’s news to him that you seem to be very close to his small circle of friends which is probably thanks to your deeply rooted friendship with Jin. That new piece of information had been bugging him since the day he met up with Taehyung and Jimin. Surely his reputation couldn’t be the only reason why you’ve never met him. Right?

Parking his car in Jin’s enormous driveway, he makes his way up to the grand front door. Sometimes he wishes he could live a life like Jin. He grew up being fed with a silver spoon his whole life. Having everything paid for instead of rolling in the miseries of college student debt.

Once Jungkook makes his way into the large house, he sets down the drinks he had brought onto the kitchen counter and watches his best friends goof around and enjoy the summer sun with a warm grin. He chuckles quietly when Jin pushes Jimin and his perfectly styled hair into the pool. Jimin screams a slur of curses while Jin quickly runs beside a sleeping Yoongi for protection.

Slipping out of his loose oversized shirt, Jungkook scans the entirety of Jin’s backyard, looking for the face that has been haunting him since that fateful night. She’s not here. He reexamines the pool seeing nothing but the chaotic mess of his favourite people, and he sighs. Just as he prepares to step out into the blazing sun, the sound of his stomach growling stops him in his tracks.

Thinking about you made him nervous. So nervous that his stomach couldn’t bear the thought of breakfast. However, after the realisation that you hadn’t arrived just yet, makes him do a full one eighty, long strides taking him to Jin’s expensive fridge.

His head is already deep into the fridge when he hears the sound of the sliding door opening, revealing a dripping Jin with a small scowl on his face. It seems Jimin finally got his revenge. “I’m starving you got any leftovers?” Jungkook queries, his head popping out from the cool air of the fridge.

Jin grabs a fresh towel and whacks it against Jungkook’s naked back. “What’s the point of even asking when you’re already going through my damn fridge!” Jungkook flashes Jin an innocent grin and glows when he discovers a small bowl of Chinese takeout.

It very quickly dawns on Jungkook that in order to enjoy a nice warm meal, he would need to heat it up. His stomach all but roars, not used to the lack of food in its system and Jungkook wants to cry. He wants to cry and it's not from the angry hunger pains, but rather something extremely laughable. He has to use a fucking microwave.

You’re running late, there’s sweat running down your brow and you feel like your arms will fall off any second. The weight of snacks and alcohol you had brought making you stagger as you finally enter Jin’s enormous home.

The one and only thing that’s on your mind is the refreshing feeling of slipping into Jin’s pool while sipping on an iced beverage. This motivates you enough to put all the strength left in your exhausted being to speedily walk into the kitchen and throw everything onto the counter.

“AHH FUCK!” You flinch at the sudden scream, hugging your body protectively. Jungkook slowly pops out from behind the other side of the counter, his doe eyes big and wide. “You fucking scared me Jesus!” He exclaims, running a hand through sweaty bangs.

The air had escaped your lungs long before you could utter your next sentence as the sight before you has you freezing. There he was, Jeon Jungkook in all his glory. Tanned skin and taut muscle sculpted by the Gods. You didn’t mean to stare, but how could you not! Your eyes had a mind of their own. He’s glorious, every single part of him, and you’re not even afraid to admit it. Your eyes are quick to eat him up, tracing the art staining the whole of his right arm and you wonder what every swirl of ink means to him.

Jungkook coughs awkwardly, going in to scratch at his neck. You imagined he would tease you about your obvious ogling, but it never came. Strange. “Why were you hiding?” You ask, dropping your gaze from his body in order to arrange the snacks into neat piles, using it as an excuse to slowly step closer to him. “Oh! Uh-”, he scratches his head, looking down at his feet before jumping five feet into the air, a startled gasp leaving his lips when the timer of the microwave goes off.

You burst into laughter and Jungkook flushes in embarrassment. Jin had told you about Jungkook’s embarrassing fear of microwaves but you never thought you would see it first hand. You hold in the laughs that tickle your throat and try to settle him down by lightly touching his shoulder. He flinches at your touch.

“Are you okay?” You’re really close to him now. Your chest is practically pressed up against his and Jungkook gulps. How was it possible that you could look even more stunning than the last time he saw you? Your cheeks are glowing from the soft golden rays of the afternoon sun and the way you look up at him, your soft smile curling makes his head spin.

“Yeah, I’m good”, he breaks eye contact in embarrassment. “Sorry, just uh, microwaves are scary you know?” You giggle up at him. Is this really Jungkook? The Jungkook you’ve seen flaunting a new girl every week just to abruptly break her heart when he can’t promise anything more than sex?

You’re not complaining, he’s quite adorable like this.

You’re not too sure why his personality has the sudden switch up. It could possibly be the fact that he’s with his closest friends and doesn’t feel the need to put up his playboy persona. Although, the way he blushes when he looks at you plays a different story. Do you make him nervous? Surely not, if the memories of that heated night are anything to go by.

“So uh, are you gonna head into the pool?” His empty stomach is long forgotten as he gestures to the large backyard, you nod up at him excitedly. It’s then Jin decides to bust back into the kitchen, a stern gaze set on his face. “Y/N, can I speak with you for a minute?” Jungkook cautiously takes a step away from you, your bodies no longer close to each other and you notice this with a small frown.

“Yeah, sure”, you relent walking over to Jin who places a protective arm around your shoulders. Unknowingly to you, Jin traps Jungkook down with a hard stare and signals Jungkook to go outside, to which he accepts with a nod.

“I know what you’re gonna say, and no I do not see him like that”, you cross your arms defensively. Jin sighs, “I just don’t wanna see you get hurt again.” He places his hands on your shoulders, full lecture mode on. “Let’s face it, you’re a hopeless romantic, I can’t trust that you won’t do something stupid, but you and Jungkook… You’re both important friends of mine and-”

You’ve heard his overprotective brotherly speech plenty of times, “I know, and I’m so thankful that you’re looking out for me. I just don’t see the harm in befriending him, you’ve never let me speak to him before.” Jin releases his hold on your shoulders to fix the mess of his wet hair, “and there's a reason for that.”

Why was he so damn hard-headed. Jin loves Jungkook like he loves his family. It just didn't make any sense to you that Jin could approve of their friendship but when it comes to you, he completely shields you away from any interactions with the so called playboy.

“When are you going to stop protecting me from boys?” Jin senses your frustration immediately. “I may be younger than you, but I’m also an adult just like you. An adult that can make her own choices.” You exhale slowly, “You’ve let me befriend your whole group and they’ve been nothing but wonderful to me, I don’t see the wrong in getting to know Jungkook.”

Jin lets his guard down. You do have a point, maybe he was being a little too overprotective. He gives you a soft smile, you look away.

“You’re right, I am in no position to dictate your decisions and who you choose to hang around with, it was wrong of me to treat you like that. Jin looks out into the pool, watching Jungkook tackle Taehyung. “I’m sorry I was a bit too harsh, Jungkook’s a good kid, he just got into the wrong crowd at first. Although, you gotta promise to tell me if he hurts you, cause he knows I’ll beat his ass.”

You laugh accepting his apology, “are you sure about that? He’s a literal muscle pig.” You both begin to make your way outside and Jin shoves you slightly, “hey! You know I’m right.” Jin shakes his head and brings you into a comforting hug. “Yeah, yeah whatever.” He rolls his eyes, you beam up at him and together you walk out into the warm sunlight.

It hadn’t even been a second since you stepped outside, and already Yoongi’s long term girlfriend, Jieun is squealing your way. “Y/N! I’m so happy you're finally here, the amount of testosterone out here was starting to make me feel faint.” You giggle at her exasperated tone, pulling her into a tight hug.

Nonchalantly you peel off your flowy sundress, it’s stickiness from your sweat making you cringe. “I missed you last week, why didn’t you come to class?” Jiuen pouts, “I'm sorry bub, I somehow caught a cold, but I trust you have some notes for me.”

The way Jieun flutters her lashes at you innocently forces a roll from your eyes. Slathering sunscreen onto your arms, you reprimand her, “I swear you’re only using me for my notes, you literally never listen in class! Can you get my back please?”

She hums while you turn around, her small hands kneading sunscreen from your shoulder bones to the small dip in your back. Jieun continues to blabber on about the joys of life, not even checking if you’re listening to a single word she says. Instead your eyes are zeroed in on a certain someone.

Your staring is blatantly obvious but you don’t care. It’s only when Taehyung spots your burning gaze with a small smirk does he signal Jungkook to turn around to meet your flirty grin.

Holy shit

The sun does a real great job of highlighting the gorgeous curves of your body adorned in quite possibly the smallest baby blue bikini he’s seen on a woman. Your breasts practically spill out of the tiny triangle cups and the pretty colour compliments your skin beautifully.

Whilst Jungkook can admit you have one of the hottest bodies he’s seen in a while, his eyes surprisingly don't linger on your delicious curves for too long. Instead, he finds himself utterly enamoured by the way your eyes crinkle slightly when you smile prettily at him, your cheeks glowing with it.

It suddenly dawns on him that you are the first girl that has truly enchanted him, and no, your ridiculously gorgeous body had little to do with it.

Jungkook does not mind this change one bit.

So, instead of staring at you like a gaping goldfish, he matches your flirtatious body language with a boyish grin and a small wave. His previous nerves dissipating only to be replaced by confidence and polished charm. He doesn’t want to scare you off with his sudden look of epiphany just yet, but the new unfamiliar feeling you give him is surely doing exactly that.

“My, my, Yoongi wasn’t lying.” Jieun stifles a giggle when she notices how Jungkook’s attention has steered towards you and only you. You’re quick to turn around, brows furrowed. “What are you on about?”

“Oh you know… You and Jungkook”

You grimace, tired of the repeated topic of conversation. “Just because I sucked his dick once does not mean we're a thing”

“Oh really? He’s asked me an awful lot of questions about you I was beginning to think otherwise”

“Wait, really?”

Jieun has the widest cheshire grin plastered on her face, it's starting to look quite unsettling.

“Really.”

You’re thoroughly shocked to say the least. You thought your fast, fleeting blowjob, sort of, was nothing special. A usual escapade to get his daily fill. Ordinary. Unmemorable.

However, it seems to be quite the opposite.

Jieun grabs your hand and swings it back and forth, exactly like a mother would do, although she’s merely two years older than you. “I know Jin’s been up your ass about Jungkook and frankly I don’t blame him he’s still a little shit from time to time but, he’s actually quite fun to be around and honestly I think his playboy tendencies seemed to dial down a bit since he met us.” The two of you giggle quietly amongst each other, quick feet making your way closer to the pool to avoid the scorching pavement.

Your toes are the first to dip into the pool and you practically moan at the cold water melting away the blistering haze that sticks onto your skin. The water is icy at your waist and you love it. “So my advice would be not to worry about him, instead it's his little army of plastic bimbos that you should watch out for.”

“Ahh, internalised misogyny. We love to see it.”

Jieun acknowledges you with a hum as the two of you float around the calming abyss. She then swims closer to you, nodding her head into the direction of a lonely Jungkook, who lazily stares at your alluring form. “I think your loverboy over there wants to talk to you.”

Jieun swims away before you can protest, leaving you to face the handsome man before you. His eyes are round and docile, yet his stare is tantalising, it pulls you in as if he’s slowly reeling you in with a rope.

The water delicately ripples around your body when you approach him and you internally sigh in awe at the striking features of his stunning face. You want to use this opportunity to finally get to know him, and perhaps form a new friendship.

You take note of the lack of Jin’s hawk-like eyes or for better the lack of any eyes on the two of you. You’re alone, huddled into one of the far corners of the pool, your conversation private, just for two pairs of ears.

You open your mouth to speak, “So-”

“I-”

An uncomfortable silence stills the air and you both halt your words to giggle quietly amongst yourselves. God, this is awkward.

“You go first”, You offer, tucking a wet strand of hair behind your ear. Jungkook follows the subtle movement of your fingers before taking a deep breath.

“I feel like we should discuss the elephant in the room”

You're stunned. “Huh?”

“You know… That Friday night?”

Of course you knew what he was referring too, yet you wondered why as you honestly didn’t think that night had much impact on the man.

With a raised brow you ask, “What about it?”

“I’ve just had a lot of... thoughts”

You scratch your head feeling puzzled. You’re sure Jungkook has had better blowjobs in his lifetime. Hell, Jungkook did most of the work that night. “Do you usually discuss the past hookups you have, or am I just lucky today?”

You’re teasing him, nevertheless Jungkook tilts his head back towards the sky. All he wants is clarification, only this conversation is heading down an awkward path, so he decides to spit out what’s been bothering him for the past few days.

“Okay listen, I know this is odd to say, but ever since that night, It’s like I can’t get you out of my head.”

Your ego inflates at his statement and you smirk. You knew you could suck dick well, but according to Jungkook you seem to have quite the talent.

You smile proudly, “damn, look at me go, I can’t believe I have the campus playboy wrapped around my finger.”

Jungkook scoffs, both in annoyance and embarrassment because shit, he could have worded that differently, now he sounds like the clingy girls he fucks.

“Yeah, yeah let’s not pretend like I was the only one enjoying myself here. Weren’t you the one practically begging to be touched?”

You’re amused. “Weren’t you the one who couldn’t make me cum. Yet came from their own handjob?”

Jungkook tongues his cheek and looks away. The way you speak so casually intimidates him. No girl has ever spoken to him this way, in fact, Jungkook’s the one who usually likes to tease. He can slowly feel the creeping heat alighting his cheeks and God does he hope you don’t notice.

You patiently wait for Jungkook’s reply, a sly grin adorned on your pretty face. However, Jungkook doesn’t say anything, rather he frowns and immaturely splashes water at your face.

“Jungkook!” You sputter, wiping at your face to rid of the chlorine in your eyes. “What the fuck was that for?”

He shrugs, “sorry my hand must’ve slipped”

You don’t take that for an answer, your petty nature crawling out as you splash him back harder than he had done. “Hand slipped, my ass.”

You cross your arms smugly, a small laugh blossoming out of your mouth when Jungkook cutely rubs at his eyes.

It’s after a minute when you realise Jungkook hasn’t stopped furiously rubbing his eyes. The circular motions of his hand move so intensely that it begins to look painful and irritating. “Fuck, it stings”, he exclaims in agony.

Shit, you inwardly curse, gently touching his wrist, concern lacing your features because you didn’t think getting chlorinated water in one's eye would sting that much. You analyse his facial expressions closely and you wince at the redness surrounding his eyes from his harsh rubbing.

On the contrary, Jungkook knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s competitive and won’t back down from a fight, even if it’s just fun banter, so he continues his little scheme just for the fun of it and hides his small grin under his large hands.

You’re now slightly panicked, “fuck, Jungkook I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit the water that hard I-”

Jungkook cracks.

Ever so slowly, he peeps his eyes out at you and watches with a mischievous smirk as your face morphs from alarmed to annoyed in less than a millisecond.

You tighten your grip on his wrist and attempt to slap his hard chest with your free hand, however Jungkook’s reflexes are fast and he grasps your hand tightly, a teasing glint in his eye.

“You little shit-”

All of a sudden a loud holler is heard from the front door, rousing a relaxed Jin out of his chair as he sprints while simultaneously yelling at the ruckus being made. It’s then a stampede of both familiar and unfamiliar faces come crashing in. Some jump straight into the pool to cool off from the blazing sun while others rush to the table of assorted alcohol, desperate to get an ounce of it in their system.

Word seemed to go around about Jin’s supposed small get-together unbelievably fast, causing the once tranquil Kim Seokjin into a raging volcano.

You’re pressed right up against Jungkook’s solid chest and he surprisingly pays you no mind, even though your perky tits are deliciously pushed up perfectly against his body. Jungkook’s eyes are not settled on them, rather he pays close attention to the amount of people dangerously plunging into the pool at a fast rate.

Jungkook protectively hugs your shoulders to shield you from the rowdy party goers who definitely do not understand the definition of personal space. Your heart swells when he then delicately places your head in the crook of his neck and wraps an arm around your fairly exposed body, essentially guarding you from frantic wet limbs and ignorant individuals.

You feel comfortable and safe, so comfortable that you wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while if it weren’t for the throng of college students delving into the cooling water.

Jin’s house begins to fill with unexpected guests very quickly and you wonder how Jin is handling the situation. You suppose not very well when you see him whipping people with towels, red ears making an appearance and his booming voice following him.

Jungkook wants to get out and he’s sure you feel the same way which is why he smoothly slots his hand into your own, long fingers wrapping around your hand to carefully pull you through the growing crowd of people in the pool.

Whilst pushing past a variety of college students you are met with many stares, even worse, numerous envious eyes and whispers of possible gossip. You try your best to avoid their gazes, the hard stares reminding you of the last time Jungkook held your hand to push through groups of people.

Water drips down the curves of your body and lands in little pools around you when you step out of the pool. At this point you’ve garnered even more turning heads that examine every inch of your skin closely. Their stares itch your skin and you feel akin to an animal kept in a zoo enclosure, curious eyes breaking down your confidence, you want to hide.

You usually like to pride yourself on your confidence because you know you’re hot and you know your worth. It had taken many failed relationships to build up your self love and nourish the scars and memories of questioning if you’re good enough.

You fight on and squeeze Jungkook’s hand, mostly for some sort of reassurance. It shocks you when he astonishingly squeezes back and softly rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. It’s almost as if he knows how you’re feeling.

You glance up at him shyly. Jungkook keeps his eyes straight ahead. He smiles a different kind of smile than the one he had directed to you a few hours ago. His lips are in a permanent smug smirk. His usual playboy smile. He flashes it at everyone as if he’s asking for their approval and even goes in to high-five a few people who are unrecognisable to you. You soon realise that this is what Jungkook thrives on. People, validation and his notorious reputation he’s created for himself.

Jungkook lights up at the presence of crowds, flirty smiles and people calling his name, whereas you want to crawl into your skin and run away because from the perspective of outsiders it looks like you’re just another one of Jungkook’s flings that will soon be forgotten by next week.

Well, you hope you won’t turn out to be one of them.

At last you find yourself away from the heart of the party, your dress in hand but your body still wet nonetheless. Jungkook is in the same state as yourself, droplets of water dribbling from his dark hair and onto the timber flooring. He leans into your ear, “I’ll go get us some towels, stay here.”

He’s gone before you can reply, making small conversation when he passes by various people, his boisterous laugh echoing down the halls.

You’re alone now, and defenceless at that. There’s not many people you know here, besides the few odd people you share a class with and some sleazy frat boys that hold a similar reputation to Jungkook. You want to find Jieun so you can hug her or maybe ask her if she can take you home, but she is nowhere to be found.

Fuck, You remember leaving your bag on the kitchen table, unsupervised with many personal belongings stowed away inside. Using your dress to cover the most of your exposed skin like a blanket, you stride over to the kitchen and sigh in relief when you find your bag untouched and in perfect condition.

Snatching up your bag, you grab your phone and immediately text Jieun to find out where the fuck she’s hiding, but there’s a part of you that knows she’s probably fucking Yoongi somewhere. Traitor.

Jungkook finds you to be in a completely different part of the house than where he asked you, one towel wrapped around his neck and the other draped over his arm. You haven’t noticed him yet, your frantic fingers texting a treacherous Jieun, “princess, didn’t I tell you to stay put?”

You’re startled. Switching your phone off you stick your arm out, waiting for Jungkook to pass you the towel but he doesn't. Jungkook gently pushes your shoulders so that you turn away from him and carefully wraps the towel around your body like a cape. You hold the edges of the fabric to help him hug the towel around yourself, keeping it tighter to your body.

Your voice is quiet, “thank you.”

Jungkook leans down to meet your face, “What was that?”

Even though Jungkook had been in the pool longer than you, his cologne still sticks to his skin and you kind of want to breathe more of it in, but that would be weird.

“Oh, I said thank you.”

You’re close to him again, although this time he towers over you with a look almost identical to a predator meeting its prey.

Jungkook’s eyes flirt around your face and descend. He shamelessly drinks up the swell of your breasts and whatever skin is visible amidst the fluffy towel around you. It’s strange. You had noticed Jungkook doing the exact same thing when you were alone with him. The difference though was that his looks were cursory as if he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Now, It's like a new persona had taken over him and he was ready to pounce at any sign of a green light.

He’s stuck in a trance, fuckboy tinted glasses fogging his vision.

You force out a giggle and playfully shove his shoulder, “my eyes are up here, you know.”

His reply comes lighting fast, he’s definitely been in this position before. “I know, just admiring them.”

Jungkook wants to hit himself the second his reply spewed out of his mouth. He desperately wants to reassure your unimpressed (though also very cute) face, because goddammit he wanted to be respectful. Jungkook knows he has a tendency to slip into a new personality when the right amount of people hyped him. Call it being two faced, he knows it's one of his fatal flaws.

“I'm sorry.”

He says it genuinely.

Jungkook only just got to properly meet you, he doesn’t want to give you the wrong impression! He can admit, your first ever official meeting (moreso hookup) wasn’t ideal, yet the way Jin dragged him through the mud undoubtedly made him understand that you weren’t the type of woman that should ever undergo the treatment he puts his hookups through. Scratch that, any woman shouldn’t be treated the way Jungkook treats them.

You're now fully covered under the towel, not a sliver of skin on display. You don’t know if his apology was genuine. “It’s ok I guess, I expected nothing less from you anyways.”

“Right.” He’s messed up.

You clear your throat, “I’m gonna go get changed, maybe look for Jieun unless-”

Jungkook finishes your sentence, “-she’s fucking Yoongi.”

You exhale, “yeah.”

“Jeon Jungkook!”

The voice makes you halt at its familiar tone. Jungkook doesn’t notice your growing panic as he too freezes in his spot.

No, it can’t be.

The world plays in slow motion when he walks into your line of vision. His assertive stride, smug smile and sharp eyes.

Jeong Suho.

His name explodes inside of you like a blistering fire yet your heart feels ice cold. He is the very man you have spent weeks trying to avoid and even more trying to get out of your head.

The world plays at a normal speed when he approaches Jungkook. Their facial expressions are the same, the way they greet each other is the same. They’re practically the same breed of fuckboy, born from the same mother.

“Been awhile since I’ve seen you around.”

Jeong Suho was a person that Jungkook didn’t really mind, In fact there was a point in Jungkook’s life where he would’ve considered Suho to be one of his closest friends. They were two peas in a pod freshmen year of college. Never giving a fuck about their education and always present for any opportunity to get completely wasted with as many girls they could possibly seduce. Nowadays, Jungkook would rather keep his distance from him.

On the contrary, you were one of the many girls that had fallen deeply for Suho’s alluring charm. You fell so hard, you thought that maybe just maybe there was a possibility that you could secure a future with him. Obviously that was not the case.

You thank your lucky stars that Jungkook was there to distract Suho while you make your haste escape. All you need to do now is somehow locate an unoccupied bathroom, preferably without having to walk in on someone getting it on, and then you could get the hell out of there.

You must admit, you look quite ridiculous right now. Navy blue towel wrapped tightly around your body, your small head peeking through. You could probably pass as some form of E.T cosplay right now. You don’t care if you look rude, pushing and shoving whoever stands in your way. You only have one goal and you’re so so close to succeeding-

“Wait, Y/N! Is that you?”

Fuck.

Do you run? Maybe duck behind some poor innocent student looking for a good time? You huff, you're already sticking out like a sore thumb, there’s no use in trying to hide when the enemy has already spotted you. Even worse Jungkook motions you over with a wide gleaming smile. If only he knew how much you’re dreading this interaction.

Grudgingly, you walk over, looking like an irritated gremlin with your towel still firmly secured around you. Jungkook makes matters worse by pushing the towel off your head, releasing your scruffy ball of hair. You grimace.

“I didn’t know you knew Y/N?”

Suho sends a smirk your way. You however, glower.

“Yeah we go way back, don’t we baby?”

You force a tight lipped smile, howbeit you look as if you have a mild case of constipation.

“Sure.” It comes out rough through gritted teeth.

Suho notes your frustration, a sly grin carving onto his punchable face. He turns towards Jungkook, seemingly blocking you from their conversation, yet you know Suho wants you to hear what he has to say.

“You know it’s a shame. Y/N’s gorgeous, ten outta ten body, knows how to put it to good use, however she never let me fuck her. Don’t you think that’s weird?”

Jungkook stays silent for a minute, eyeing your shaking fists and angry eyebrows. Jungkook may be dumb, but he sure knows how to read a room, thus leading him to the conclusion that your relationship with Suho isn’t something you’re very fond of and that he should probably get you out of here.

“Uhhh no, that’s not weird at all actually. What I think is weird is the fact that you think you have this sick claim on every girl you’ve defiled and even worse, you’ve always had this strange need to chase after every virgin you see like some perverted cherry picker. Yeah, that’s weird.”

Suho laughs right in his face, spit grossly tickling his skin. “That’s rich coming from you Jeon, weren't you quite the cherry picker in your freshman days, no?”

Jungkook doesn’t know what he expected from this conversation. It definitely wasn’t this.

It's obvious that Jungkook isn’t a saint, he really fucking far from it. Although, one thing's for sure, it’s his absolute hatred for the way his brain was wired in his freshman year of college. Yes, Jungkook still remains as one of the standing campus fuckboys but he’s gained a few more brain cells since then.

Jungkook opens his mouth to retort, only to be met with Suho’s back as he turns his attention towards you.

“Y/N, darling if I were you i’d make a run for it, ya know keep your chastity intact or whatever.” His smile is saccharine sweet, though his words are sickly sour.

The months of pent up anger stored within your being bubbles and overflows like a bad science experiment. You’ve quickly decided that now’s that time to expose the shitty excuse of a man, and quite frankly you don’t care that you have an audience. Actually, an audience would make this all the better.

Your finger is strong, pointing accusingly at his broad chest. “You know what you stupid motherfucker? Don’t waltz in here with that dumb smile of yours when you know you have some disgusting cheesy infection growing down there.”

Suho’s eyes widen slightly. It was no secret he was a walking STD, just about infecting every girl that was naive enough to sit on his dick.

Everyone at the party has definitely stopped to listen to what you have to say. You even spot Jin from the corner of your eye sending you a proud smile. “And while we're on the topic of cheese, Learn how to wash your fucking dick!”

You don’t let him have a moment to speak, grabbing Jungkook’s hand and pulling him out of the house.

A few people applaud, some girls praise you on your way out. You give them no mind, you’ve had enough for tonight.

Jungkook starts his car, no questions asked. It’s obvious to him that there’s bad blood between you and Suho. What you don’t know is that Jungkook can also relate.

Technically there was no bad blood between them, moreso the hurtful memories and manipulation Suho put him through. To put it simply, Suho was probably the worst influence Jungkook could ever have as a vunerable freshman.

The crunch of gravel and soft melodies that spill out of Jungkook’s radio converse with eachother and fill the defeaning silence that sits between you and Jungkook.

Jungkook doesn’t even know where he’s going, he just drives.

Every so often he checks up on you from the corner of his eye. Your knees stick tightly together and point away from him. Your fingers curl and uncurl, leaving cresent moons in your skin. And to finish it off, your face remains still, hostility completely washing over your features. If Jungkook didn’t know any better he would think you’d jump out of his car and make a run for it at the chance of him stopping the car.

It’s seven sniffles later when Jungkook decides he knows where he should take you.

The night sky is clear and the stars burn brightly to accompany the full round moon. It’s the perfect setting for release and maybe a screaming session if you’re up for it.

Jungkook makes a stop behind a forest of tall trees and a dirt path. You sit up immediately.

“Where are we?” Your eyes are rimmed with tears, “I want to go home.”

Jungkook shuts the engine off, “you never told me where you live.”

“Well you never asked!”

Maybe you shouldn’t have yelled because from the looks of it, Jungkook just wants to help you out and clearly you’re not being the friendliest right now.

You curl back into yourself, “sorry”, another sniffle.

Jungkook brings your fists into his hands and warmly opens them up. You refuse to look at him, it doesn’t deter Jungkook one bit.

Tenderly he brings a finger under your chin, gradually bringing your eyes up to his. Jungkook takes his time with you, careful to not set you off until you’re face to face with his warm eyes.

“I brought you here because it’s apparent we both need let out some pent up steam.” He drags his fingers delicately across the curve of your chin and back into his lap. His touch is fleeting, you miss it already. “I just thought you may want to vent or just shout out into the void, it’s up to you.” You nod, fully trusting Jungkook’s intentions. “And at any time you feel like going home just say the word and I’ll take you there, okay?”

Your heart swells in adoration at his caring nature, though you can’t help but wonder how he can have such a sudden change in personality depending on where he is and who he’s with. It’s unnerving.

Jungkook clicks his seatbelt off and heads out the car, “put your dress back on princess, I’ll be out here waiting for you.” You mutter your confirmation and do as he asks.

The cool summer air kisses your skin and runs through your hair as you step out of the car. Jungkook is already by your side dressed in an oversize hoodie with another in his hand as well as a fuzzy blanket.

Jungkook steps closer to you, holding the hem of his hoodie to slip over your body. Without a second thought you raise your hands causing Jungkook to chuckle at how cute you look dwarfed in his clothes.

The same cologne you smelled on his skin earlier lingers on every fibre of fabric around you. His scent is everywhere, swirling around your head, instantly calming down your anxieties. You smile at him, “Lead the way Jungkook.”

Jungkook leads you up a small hill and you notice the trees opening up to display a lush field of grass. However, the sight before you leaves you in absolute wonder. You stand completely still and take it all in.

The night sky is dark but the city below illuminates is beautifully. Your gaze bounces over all the buildings, skyscrapers and their dazzling bright lights. It’s peaceful up here, you decide as you take a glimpse of the hundreds of tall structures looking so tiny, so ant-like.

Jungkook is settled behind you, his legs comfortably folded underneath himself. He remembers what it was like the first time he saw the view, which is why he doesn’t blame your stunned silence and glazed eyes.

“How did you find this place?”

You find your way towards Jungkook and plant yourself right beside him. “I don’t know, I was just driving aimlessly one night and found it, It’s nice right.”

You hum, “it’s beautiful.”

Jungkook murmurs in agreement as you lie down on the woolly blanket beneath you. The stars twinkle and glimmer amongst the deep blue sky, creating a serene experience. You shut your eyes.

“I hate him.”

Jungkook looks down at you, you don’t see him though. “Suho?”

“Yeah”, you exhale deeply, “I can’t believe I had to see him again.”

Although Jungkook knows you can’t see him, he swivels his body around to face you properly. “Did you guys date or something?”

You scoff, “pffft you know Suho doesn’t date anyone.” You open your eyes, meeting a pair of round docile ones. You continue, “Suho was the first guy who every gave me an ounce of attention. Before him guys never looked my way. Jungkook remains silent, letting you pour out what’s on your mind.

“Suho had me fooled, I thought I was special to him, thought he saw something in me that was different from the others. Turns out that was his game after all”

You speak so animatedly, your hands wave around in the air, your eyebrows scrunch when the memories come back to you. “It’s stupid really, how I used to gush to him about finding the one person in the universe that was created just for me. I guess he used this as my weak point.”

Inhale, exhale.

“He made me believe he was that special person for me, used it as an excuse to pressure me into sex.” A tear rolls down the side of your face, falling perfectly in a straight line. “I almost gave in, but something just felt so wrong. Every time I said no he would call me terrible names, tell me that no one would want me if I never gave them what they wanted. And I believed him.”

Another tear escapes your wet orbs, Jungkook is there to wipe it this time.

“I broke it off after I found out he fucked my roommate and gave her some disease.” You chuckle, “I guess I’m lucky I never let him fuck me huh?”

Jungkook’s heart breaks at your saddened eyes and the way Suho treated you, he sweeps a stray hair out of you face. “I think you dodged a bullet there princess, what he did to you was pure evil, no one, and especially you don’t deserve that”

You sit up, wiping remaining tears and thanking him as you go, “It’s your turn now.” You pat his thigh, “tell me why Suho got you so riled up tonight.”

Jungkook shuffles in his spot, “It’s actually kind of similar to you.”

You gasp sarcastically, “no way he pressured you into sex too?”

He laughs, eyes squeezing shut, “No, no, nothing like that.”

You lean closer to Jungkook, giving him the same attention he had given you. “My father left when my mother found out she was pregnant with me, so growing up I had no male figure present in my life. My mother stopped at nothing to give me that to the point that almost every week I’d wake up and see a new man drinking out of my favourite mug. I didn’t mind it because I was only a child and some part of me always hoped they would stay, but they never did.”

“My mom was a hopeless romantic. She held so much sentimental and idealistic views on love that it stuck to me. She always told me that there was someone special out there just for me.” You smile at the similar belief, Jungkook sighs.

“Cut to college, Suho was the first friend I made. I had no experience with girls whatsoever, and I still held on to my mother’s faith. Whenever I talked to Suho about it he would always shut me down or make fun of me.”

“He told me that all my feelings are bullshit, and that I only felt that way because I’ve never hooked up with anyone before. Next thing I knew we were going to parties every week getting absolutely shitfaced and fucking every girl I laid eyes on.”

You nod, listening intently. “And tonight, he hit a nerve. What he said made me realise that I’m just as bad as him. He moulded me into this person and now I have a reputation.”

Jungkook’s eyes drop, “he broke my concept of love before I even got to experience it.”

You never knew Jungkook was in a place like this. You always thought he was like Suho, built to break hearts and show no emotion when it came to love. Jungkook was nothing like that. His heart was truly big, desperately longing for someone.

Placing your hand on top of his own you comfort him as best as you can, “oh, Jungkook, trust me when I tell you this, the love in your heart is not broken. Think about it, most people you’ve met have been through college right?” He nods, “there are so many other people out there that you’ve never met, soon you’ll be able to find that someone and learn how to love. I know you present yourself as this emotionless playboy, but once you let that part of you go it’ll feel so freeing.”

Jungkook stares deeply into your eyes, he’s so thankful that he decided to bring you here, he can’t contain his happiness.

“Can I like, hug you?” Jungkook asks shyly. You smile, and it’s so big and bright Jungkook might as well be staring at the sun. Before he knows it, you’re tackling him into the most wholesome hug he’s ever had. You’re warm and you smell like vanilla, It feels like home.

“Get up”, he says abruptly, extending his arm to pull up your confused self.

“What-”, Jungkook cuts you off, “have you ever just let yourself scream?”

Jungkook has intertwined your hands together, and your heart pounds at the realisation of how well they fit together. “Well, no but I assume that’s what we’re about to do right now.”

He pulls you closer to the edge of the small hill, the view of the city sparkles right in front of you. “On the count of three, one- two- three!”

You scream, you let it all out and God does it feel refreshing.

The two of you sound utterly insane, but none you give a single fuck. You scream until your lungs burn and your throat itches you to stop.

The volume of both of your voices ring out into the night sky only for the moon, stars and yourselves. The night is still young but Jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way.

With you he lets go of everything, all the past mistakes, all the hurt because at this moment he feels like he could fly, soar into the clouds.

He feels infinite.

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