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aquamoonchaii · 3 years

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⍣ genre: fluff

⍣ warnings: heavy cheesiness

⍣ pairing: minho x reader

⍣ word count: 2.3k

⍣ collab: This is for the collab Summer Love - Stray Kids from lovie @bangchan-fairy

⍣ charlie’s notes: hope you guys love the cheesy cheese! this lovely banner was made by the precious @halliney!

⍣ summary: minho is scared of heights. maybe he is a chicken. but he meets another cute chicken that holds his hand.

Summer love is usually about sweet flings that end when school or work starts again. It starts in unexpected places with a smile and an ice cream, or with the adrenaline of meeting new places. Or at least that’s what happened to him.

Luckily, it didn’t go that way for both of you. It didn’t end!

Because it’s your third summer together and he can’t be happier. Even his feline babies love you so much, he has to bite his lips to not scream every single time Dori purrs approaching you and you coo at the kitten so cutely he just- Ugh. It’s no joke he is already searching for the perfect ring so he can propose.

There’s no way in hell he would find another soul like yours that blends so well with his, your sweet self is enough to calm him and make him feel at home, wherever he is. If you could open his heart and his brain, he would be so embarrassed because you would know he would do everything. Anything for you. You just need to say it and he is already thinking how to make it real.

But it’s ok, you won’t. Unless you are a secret cannibal and you kill him to eat his heart.

He chuckles out loud at the thought because he wouldn’t deny you his heart, you already have it anyway so he wouldn’t be upset if you eat it. You would just have to promise you won’t date another boy.

Minho just gets these thoughts as he wakes up from the nap he had holding your hand and here you are, like 10 centimeters away from him holding his hand even when you are not that clingy. The fact you are indeed a girl who isn’t into touch but you let him hug you and cuddle anytime makes him feel so good. So special. His free hand brushes your hair off your beautiful face, he can’t help but feel cheesy this moment so he caresses your cheek lovingly and kisses your forehead.

You stir a bit, but as the heavy sleeper you are, you put a leg on both of his -so he doesn’t escape and eat the last chips you mutter groggily- so he slaps your leg lightly and a small smile is on your face until you surrender again to sleep. Minho suddenly rolls his eyes. Are there people who know these intimate details about you besides him? Like you always put a leg on his body and you can’t open your eyes that easily, is there any chance there would be another guy after him who would know this? He pouts because it's frustrating to feel this way, so freaking protective. About your things, about your habits, about you. You.

Always you.

He feels the softest when you are like this, peacefully sleeping beside him in his oversized shirt and pajama pants that make you look like a homeless man. A homeless man that is going to steal his favorite hoodie, you would say. On these sunny and hot days, he has little bit of time to engulf in his feelings and think how lucky he got. Something he would never in a million years would voice out because Ew, the cringe. Especially when it’s summer. Because he gets small flashbacks about how he met you.

Hiking.

Hiking

Hiking!

What a better way to enjoy this beautiful summer than eating frozen fruits and walking through beautiful places? He originally planned to go to the mountain he enjoys the most, Jirisan but of course it would be too crowded.

So now he is here on a hiking tour. He didn't read the whole tour completely because he didn't want to miss this day and because Changbin wanted to come. And he doesn't like company when hiking or Changbin. Just kidding, he likes him but not when he whines which he would totally do in a long walk.

"Uh, sir? Are you not coming? I'm sorry but you are the last one to pass the bridge and the tour is being delayed right now." Minho bows apologetically and excuses himself saying that he would pay the extra fee to wait for the next group tour because he doesn't feel well. Of course the tour lady noticed him getting paler than a piece of paper when he was told to try sky-biking because it was included in the tour or he could pass that thin bridge that passes through both mountains. There was no other way to reach the beautiful sunset he was looking out for. But it was too high.

It looks dangerous and the vertigo hit right at his face as he is literally frozen right now, ugh.

It's ridiculous he is not going to see the sunset.

But he just can't move right now so he keeps a stern face to save himself the embarrassment and makes everyone laugh -group partners were getting really annoyed but well, Minho is funny- saying that he needed to pee because he was too excited. The female nods and makes a few calls, everyone starts taking pictures and distracting themselves as Minho looks at his phone just to notice his battery is going to die, it doesn't matter as he has a incredible high quality camera who is going to be very disappointed if he doesn't get those damn pictures of the sunset.

"Lee MinHo, right?" He nods and the female explains how this would work. So, this tour needs to keep going and as he is clearly pretty interested in hugging the tree that is right there to hold him, he should wait for the other group tour. It would cost him a lot because the next group tour has the option to stay the night to wait for the beautiful dawn. He agreed still because he wanted them pictures, it didn’t matter if he had to sneak in someone’s tent. “Your client’s code is 1441, please let it know to the next tour guide so he would include you in the other package.”

He buys an extra bottle of iced tea for everyone as he apologizes once more before he says goodbye and apologizes again to the rest of the group tour. Minho takes beautiful pictures as he walks near the damn bridge he doesn't want to cross but he needs to, he has around two hours to enjoy and to prepare himself.

You have to do it MinHo.

You have to.

"Are you sure you are going to hike that mountain? Like really sure?" He remembers Changbin questioning him and MinHo gasped. That asshat knew about the thin bridge.

Whatever, he is already here.

He is distracted with the beautiful little birds that let him take photos of them when he hears noise about a group coming. His moment to shine has come.

He just needs to look forward and not down because he would probably die. Ok, he 's ready. Really ready. Completely ready.

Oof.

"I'm not ready!" What- He is engulfed in his own thoughts of being terrified of heights, he didn't notice the girl that is making a funny scene about being nervous. MinHo approaches the group taking out his headphones and feels a bit better, he is not the only one having a mental breakdown because of the damn bridge. Everyone hypes her up to cross the bridge and cheers, she ties her hair up and gives a step forward and squeals.

"I'm sorry my friends! But I'll need a diaper."

"Uh, excuse me? Is this the second group of the tour to see the dawn?" He approaches the lady who had the little bright flag and after she nods kindly, he gives her his ticket saying his client code was 1441. "Oh yes! Come with us, please. This group usually goes slower so take your time to cross the bridge as you see, there's another client who is a bit nervous."

"I'm not nervous, I just wanted to take more pictures."He says and the lady nods and smiles, the tour guide seems close to the girl laughing anxiously that tries to cross the bridge because she whispers to her something about being a chicken. The girl, undeniable attractive just keeps laughing, voicing out she hopes to not die today. "Huh? Another person that is afraid to cross? Where?"

Damn. They are talking about him. The smile that was on his face dissipates and turns into a serious frown as he tries to appear concentrated to look at some flower. "Guys keep going, I will cross alone and safe! I promise!" MinHo hears the girl say to the group and hurried steps that come closer to him after that. "Hi? Are you the scaredy cat?"

"What?" He quickly turns around and scoffs, she is the scandalous one and she starts with this, pfft. "Are you talking about yourself? I don't remember being the one who squealed."

"Yeah right. Come on! Don't be shy, let's cross together because I'm scared too."

"I'm not scared!"

"Mr. 1441, please. We can be stubborn after crossing this bridge." You stick out your hand at him and he raises an eyebrow. "Are you going to give me a piggyback ride or what? Because Miss Chicken, I am not interested."

"What- Chicken? You are the chicken! Oh, is this a way to ask for my name? I'm Y/N."

"MinHo. But I wasn't asking."

"Me neither, MinHo." You laugh as he doesn't have an answer and you grab his hand. "Let's do this together, it's okay to scream and insult. I do that a lot so I don't mind."

" Wait, wait!" He says as he is dragged by Y/N, the girl who seems eager to cross but is as much as terrified as him or even more. "Why are you so eager if the lady said we can take it easily? You were screaming a second ago!"

"I know but the adrenaline is awesome and someone who understands the frightening feeling will make you feel secure, I promise two chickens make a good team."

"I'm not a chick-" His words die as he is at the start of the bridge, instinctively he holds your hand tightly. He takes a deep breath and looks at you, you smile at him. MinHo wants to run away but something in your secure hold of hand makes him believe.

"So you don't have friends to come with?"

"I do have friends! How can you come to that conclusion just by one look? You also look like a loner." He bickers and you immediately answer. "I am not a loner! The lady guide is my friend, she said this dawn is going to be probably the most beautiful of the year as the weather is awesome."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! I hope you didn't bring too much stuff because it's hot up there, people don't even bring tents and prefer to talk with everyone and take naps looking at the stars and stuff like that, it's pretty safe too and the tour gives tents if you feel uncomfortable."

"Really?"

"Of course! Is this your first time hiking this mountain?" He nods and as the conversation dies for a moment he remembers he is actually on a freaking bridge that looked too thin to hold him safely so he looks down. He is stepping on plain land.

He crossed the bridge bickering with the woman he is still holding hands with.

Wow.

MinHo bickers a bit more to hold her hand a bit more as she gets distracted easily. Y/N. It is a pretty name.

He smiles.

"So are you going to ask me out or are you ready to let go of my hand?" There is a tiny possibility he would have choked on his idea tea at this statement.

"Wow, that was smooth and pretty direct." He lets go of her hand and she laughs. "I don't date chickens though."

"I don't date chickens either." He scoffed at her attitude, damn. Is there a divinity of summer he can thank for?

After a night of bickering and photos of the incredible dawn, you agreed to give him your number so he would send the pictures he took.

It would be the first of many hiking trips that would turn into summer dates.

You open your eyes finally and your hands search for your phone to see the hour. You slept two hours! Felix said he would call for you to come and eat brownies with MinHo.

"Shouldn't you search for me first?" Your boyfriend sat on the end of the bed eating the last bag of chips making you whine.

"MinHo! Spill my chips!"

"Give me your hand to spill it."

"Ew."

"Tell Felix you are a taken chicken. He is not going to seduce you with brownies, you are more spoiled than anyone could ever think."

"Listen chicken, sweet Australian man is going to invite us both brownies so shut up. Also go tattoo yourself the word taken on your forehead. Girls think my chip robber is single? Tsk." As always, your unexpected statements make him choke, this time on the chips and laughs at your rolling eyes. "Am I spoiled? When? Where?"

MinHo throws himself on you and tickles you until you are kicking him off you, showing him the white blanket as a surrender sign.

"Should we go on a hiking date?" You suddenly ask.

"Why?"

"Why not? Maybe I want to commit murder and take revenge because they were my favorite chips."

"Jirisan?"

"No, the one we met!"

"Huh? Really?" He takes his phone and casually books a tour already for this weekend. "Maybe I should propose to you so you won't kill me."

You both laugh.

But he isn't joking. He also messages the boutique, he would need the ring for this weekend.

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spacegirlapollo · 4 years

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Right Here, Right Now [Shouta Aizawa Smut]

Title: Right Here, Right Now

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Words: 3,379

Notes: It’s a little long sorry sksk. But if you wanna skip to the juicy bits, scroll down to the “Part Two” Line break. Enjoy! Also Going to be trying to do a Sinful Saturday series where I post Smut on Sundays. Right now it’s mainly Aizawa but will be other characters as im feeling it. Send a request if you want !

--------------------- Part One ------------------------

Out of everyone you knew, your husband, AIzawa Shouta, had the quietest footsteps you never heard. He developed the frightening skill, from his undercover hero work, years before he’d even become a teacher at U.A.

You took it as a sign of your strong relationship however that sometimes you could sense his presence, even if you couldn't hear him. You always enjoyed the surprised look on his face when you turned to see him whenever he was silently catwalking into a room.

And now was one of those times, there were no signs to say that he’d entered your shared bathroom, except that you knew he had.

You looked up from the countertop full of your makeup products to see him, looking at the slight mess you’d made of the sink area. Your mouth fell open when you saw the state that he was in.

“Shouta!” You exclaimed in genuine horror. “ What the fuck are you wearing?”

You hadn’t meant for the last part to come out. And even though Aizawa was fully aware of your tendency to have a sailor mouth, you still hadn’t meant to say it. But you were appalled at the solid black dress pants, horizontally striped dress shirt, and dark navy blue jacket that he was wearing. The more you looked at him the more you noticed that nothing he was wearing was matching.

His eyebrow twitched a bit, but he gave you an otherwise blank look. You sighed, closing the eyeliner bottle in your hand and placing it on the sink.

You had suspected, when you were younger and first began dating, that Aizawa lacked some fashion sense. He’d mostly stuck to black anytime he went outside so matching wasn't really a problem. It wasn’t until you begam spending the night with him, that you’d seen him put together outfits that made absolutely no sense. You’d always found it funny to see what he would toss on.

It had been decided, mostly by you, that for big events you’d pick out the clothes. And it had been years of this going smoothly. You suspected that since you dressed him so sharply, he’d gotten compliments, and that was why he continued to let you dress him up.

And before you’d gone into the bathroom to fix your makeup, you’d laid out his outfit for the night on the bed.

There was a teacher’s appreciation night at U.A and you were going as his plus one. This had been your 5th time going together, and each year was more fancy than the last.

Shouta was crossing his arms over his chest, still not having said a word.

“Babe.” You said carefully as to not burst out into laughter. “ What happened to what I put on the bed?”

He uncrossed his arms and scratched the back of his head looking slightly uncomfortable. Now you were confused. He never had any issues before with what you’d picked out. In fact, if you had forgotten to pick an outfit he’d gently remind you. You thought back to what you’d put on the bed, a simple black suit was what you had gone with since you were wearing a black dress. There was no way he wouldn't have liked it.

“It’s…. Too small.” He said finally, embarrassment tinting his cheeks.

“To small?” You were confused. You’d bought it only 8 months ago. You did a quick glance over, he hadn’t put on any weight where you could see.

“In the arms.. And thighs.” He said, he looking like he wished he could sink into the floor.

“Oh.” You said blinking. “ OHH!” you said again louder when you finally understood. Honeslty you felt a little dumb. He’d gotten buffer. You could even see in what he was wearing now that the arms were a little too tight and you could almost see the outline of his muscles as if it was a fitted jacket.

This time you couldn’t help the laugh that came out, which only got louder as he gave you a glare.

“I-I’m sorry baby. I don't mean to laugh” You said in between laughs.

“Yeah you do.” He mused out but he didn't seem upset.

You came closer and squeezed on his upper arms, which barely had any room, left in them, and were so… solid.

You couldn't deny that he had gotten thicker over the year, you just hadn’t thought about it when you bought the suit.

“Hmm… Maybe I do.” You said cheekily smiling up at him. He gave you a small smile back in spite of himself.

“Okay.” You said stepping back a bit and looking him up and down. “ Take all of that off. I’m going to use my quirk.

At this he looked surprised, an eyebrow raised. “Are you sure? You always get a headache when you use it too much.”

You shook your head.” This won't be so bad. I already have an idea of what I’m going to make.”

He gave you another skeptical look before he unbuttoned the jacket to start taking it off.

You bit your lip a little as he focused on unbuttoning the dress shirt and sliding it off his frame.

He’d definitely gotten bigger, you weren't sure if it was deliberate, but you did not mind in the least. His hair fell over his face as he bent over to pull his pants off and move the pile of clothes out of the way.

You paused for a minute to take in your husband and all his glory as he stood in only his boxers and socks.

“Do you not like it?” He said quietly, shattering your ungodly thoughts.

You blinked. “ Huh?” You asked looking up at his unreadable face.

“That I’m bigger. Do you not like it?” He asked again.

You felt like someone had smacked you. Your husband, THE Aizawa Shouta was feeling a little insecure. Because he kept his cards so close to the chest, it hadn't even crossed your mind that he would ever experience that feeling. And the fact that he was being vulnerable, right now in front of you made your love for him multiply.

You opened your mouth before you could even think to maybe censor yourself.

“Honestly Shouta, you look so fucking hot, I’m actually debating about skipping the event and jumping your bones.”

You covered your mouth a bit in shock, that you’d actually said that. There was a moment of silence where you were now the one wishing to sink into the floor. Then he came forward till he was almost pressed against you, a smirk on his face. Any trace of unreadable insecurity gone. You were glad, although a little embarrassed.

He moved your hand from your face and tucked a finger underneath your chin tilting your head up. You didn't get a chance to think as he pressed his soft lips against yours in a slow intoxicating kiss that left you fiending for more. Almost as if he sensed your sudden want he pulled away smiling down at you.

“Maybe we should go to the event first. Then we can talk about what happens when we get back home.”

You pouted. “ Fine. But you’re such a tease.”

He chuckled at this and took a step back expectantly. You took a deep breath and put your hands around his lower neck focusing on activating your quirk.

You had the quirk of Matter ideation. When you focused hard enough, you could make your ideas into reality by manipulating the matter that you touch with your hands. You could even make living things if you concentrate hard enough. But the bigger or more complicated a thing was the more energy it took from you and you were often left with a piercing headache that functioned like a hangover that usually kicked in an hour or two after you created something.

You breathed out, moving your hands down his bare and exposed chest. Your eyes were closed as you imagined the final product moving your hands down from his neck all the way down to his toes.

You could feel the matter pushing and blending together and taking on different shapes and colors, and molding around his skin.

When you were finished you opened your eyes and your mouth fell open. It looked better than you expected.

It was a deep and dark green suit that you had created that fit him, wonderfully, perfectly even. You turned to reach into the bathroom cabinet pulling out a hair tie.

Standing on your tiptoes, your faces once again close, you pulled his soft and freshly washed hair back and pinned it up into a half bun. You could feel his eyes on you as you did this meeting his for a moment and smiling.

“There.” You said after a moment, taking a step back to look at him. You put your hand to your chin as if you were thinking and nodded.

“Yeah that's hot.”

Shouta ignored you, turning to face the mirror, but you could see the slight tint of pink on his cheeks.

You watched him look at himself in the large mirror and eyebrow raised.

“What do you think?”

“I like the color.” He said in the most monotone voice possible but you just about rocketed off into space. You leaned up on his shoulder and kissed his cheek before turning back to your makeup mess, trying to locate your eyeliner.

“We have like half an hour left to get ready, so I have to finish doing my makeup. It's a disaster right now.”

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Half an hour later, Shouta was sitting in the dining room, looking over student essays when he heard the bathroom door opening upstairs. He keeps grading until he hears the clack of your heels coming down the stairs. Dropping his pencil and standing up he makes his way into the living room where he is stopped in his tracks.

You were coming down the stairs holding the rail with one hand concentrating on walking with your high heel.

Feeling a bit uneasy, he moved close to the stairs and just as he predicted your right foot slipped sending you flying forward. With one easy movement he caught you in his arms, a smile gracing his face when you looked up at him appreciatively.

“You look beautiful.” He said setting you straight and tucking your hair behind your ear.

To make sure you matched, you created yourself a green dress that complimented his suit.

“Thank you.” You said smiling. You were buzzing and ready to go.

“Ready?” He asked taking a deep breath as if he was steeling himself. Social events were never his thing but he went cause he knew you enjoyed them, and to appease his various co-workers.

“Yep” You slid your hand in his and headed towards the door.

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It was two hours into the party and suddenly you were wishing you had headed your husbands warning. You were at U.A with Aizawa for a teacher’s appreciation event, and after having used your quirk to make you and your husband clothes, you were experiencing the side effects of your quirk.

You gripped the stem of your wine glass a little harder as your head started to throb. You felt like your brain was going to split into two at any second. Your quirk was like a muscle, if you didnt use it for a while, you had to build it back up again. You couldn't remember the last time you’d used your quirk, so making your dress and your husband’s suit was too much for your body at the moment.

The music inside the school gym was blasting and everyone was huddled around talking loud to hear each other. Shouta had gotten pulled away to take teacher photos in the corner of the gym. You could see him now, deadpanning into the camera. It would have brought a smile to your face if you didn't feel like you were about to puke from the pain.

Without taking a glance around you took a large gulp of your wine, finishing it off in a not so classy way. You knew you would pay with another hangover later, but maybe the alcohol would temporarily help you out.

Ten minutes later, and quite a few drinks later, you were sitting with your head down on top of a table, wishing that you could turn back time and stop yourself from making the dress. You still would have looked nice in the dress you had already picked out.

You wanted to go find some of the teachers and chat and have a good time, but you felt like if you opened your mouth, it would be a cry. You weren't sure how long you had been sitting alone, when a hand was placed on your back. You jumped up, feeling your head sloshing a bit as the alcohol you’d ingested started to catch up with you.

It was Shouta, looking down at you concern over his face. He crouched down close to you so that he didn't have to shout so loud.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. You looked at him and realized he still had on fake prop glasses that someone had probably put on him. You smiled and pulled them off his face to plalce them on the table.

“You were right.” You pouted. “ My head is about to split open.” You said. Understanding hit his face, but he made no move to shame you, the concern still there. Damn you loved this man.

“But never fear!” You said and he raised an eyebrow.

“ I downed many a cup of alcohol. And I am already feeling better.” You said grabbing his face and laughing. Maybe you were already a little tipsy. You tended to get giggly when you drink.

He grabbed your hands and brought them back to your lap amused. “ Your headache is just going to be worse later.”

You leaned forward more, a mischievous look clear as day on your face. “ Exactly, later.”

Before he could say anything else you connected your lips, returning the soft but intoxicating kiss he’d given you earlier. You considered it payback. When he pressed back to take over the kiss you pulled away a smirl playing on your lips.

“After the party… remember?” You said.

He cleared his throat returning back to normal public Aizawa within a moment.

“Right.”

You smiled wickedly.

“Right.” You said back. You stood up. “ Let’s go bug Toshi!!” You said in a sing song voice.

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Aizawa was vaguely aware of the conversation that was happening around him. But his eyes were focused past the the group of teachers he was standing around and onto you. You were dancing with Toshinori chatting away happily. He knew you had a soft spot for the old man and you had rescued him from an awkward conversation asking Toshinonri to dance, leaving Aizawa open to being brought into various conversations that he did not care about.

You looked cute as you chatted with All Might, spinning under his arm as the music changed. His mind wandered onto the kiss you had given him shortly before. He knew you were definitely a little drunk, as you typically did not engage in PDA for his sake. It had caught him off guard, in only the way you could. You smelled heavenly and looked so beautiful with your hair pinned up and your dress.

He couldn't think of anything he’d like more at that moment than seeing your hair wild over the pillows, screaming out his name. It was like he could feel your hands ghosting up chest and digging into his back.

Snapping back into reality, he didn't have to look down to feel how tight his pants had become.

Shit.

“Excuse me.” He said in the middle of someone talking before dipping out of the conversation and cutting across the gym to the dance floor.

Toshinori saw you first, giving him a bright smile as he stopped dancing with you.

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You looked up at Toshi pouting trying to figure out why you’d stopped . You were having a great time dancing with him. He was surprisingly good at leading, and he was telling you about his golden day stories.

You noticed he was looking at someone behind you so you turned, to see your husband standing there a strange look on his face. Your eyes traveled down and a smirk graced your face.

“Can I cut in?” He asked Toshi who nodded and let go of your hands at once.

“Of course.” he said, either not seeing his coworkers hard-on or doing a great job of pretending not to. “ I think i’m going to help myself to some more juice.” Leaning down he kissed you on the forehead quickly before heading away.

No sooner was Shouta grabbing your hand and almost dragging you in the directions of the parking lot. You felt a wave of wanton lust flow over you as you reached the car.

You slipped into the car barely waiting until the door was closed before you climbed over the passenger seat and into Shouta’s lap.

He gave a surprised grunt as you kissed him deep, your tounges swirling together. You were fumbling with his belt when he grabbed your hands.

“Were in the parking lot Y/N” He said a bit breathily.

You tapped the dark window next to you. “They’re tinted, remember?”

You leaned forward your face and chest leaning over him close. “ You wanna wait?” You asked placing a hand over his clothed cock, gripping it softly.

When he didn’t answer you began to stroke it excruciatingly slow. “ Hm?”

You leaned over and left searing butterfly kisses up his neck, until you reached his ear where you said softly. “ Don’t you wanna fuck me Shouta?”

You were being a big brat. But you didn’t care your brain was clouded in want.

“Fuck Y/N.” He almost growled out gripping your face with both of his hand and bringing you in for another head swirling kiss. You felt his hands skirting up your dress till they found your lacy underwear.

You heard the tear of fabric before you even felt him ripping your underwear, and tossing them into the backseat. With your free hand you pulled his hard cock out of his pants. His hands moved to your waist with a vice like grip lining you up perfectly with him.

You broke your kiss to moan as he finally filled you up with one hard push.

Aizawa head was swirling with thoughts of you. If anything you looked more beautiful on top of him. Your carefully placed hair pins had slipped and your wild curly hair was falling past your shoulders. You were the only person in the world he’d be vulnerable with the only person he’d let touch him. And you felt so good, too good.

He didn't waste any time lifting you up again, chasing that feeling of being completely connected to you.

The way your face shifted into pleasure as he stroked again into you, made him want to cum in your right then in there, but he would pace himself.

After letting you get adjusted the pace he sent was relentless. His thick cock was pounding up into you and you couldn't even think for how good it felt. Neither of you were going to last long like this.

“Oh baby.” You cried out your hands flat on his chest and curling into fist pulling at his clothing. “ Oh baby don’t stop.”

You were on fire in pleasure, the sound of your moans and wetness slamming together filling the car. You head flew back, mouth agape as you began to cum around his throbbing manhood.

“Shouta!” You cried out tightening around him sending him over the edge and gushing into you.

You brought your head down to kiss him again as you both rode out your orgasim. Your thigh spasming softly under his touch.

“Mmm. I love you.” he said between kisses. And you smiled against his lips.

“I love you too Shouta.” You said.

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wannabe-fic-writer · 3 years

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Scarlett Johansson x Reader : Another Round

4 - “Kiss me.” 16 - “Can you just hold me?” 39 - “You’re safe now, I’m here.”

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,506

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You pour a generous amount of scotch over the ice and set the glass on a napkin in front of your customer. With a nod to him you turn toward the shelves of liquor.

The bell above the door rings followed by a wave of laughter and joyful chatter. Familiar voices fill the establishment and you look over to the large group.

E/c eyes meet green and you send a quick wink her way, the blush spreading across her clear skin making you smirk.

“Y/nn!”

Wiping the surface of the bar down, you whip out a round tray,“ Evans, the usual I’m assuming.” He nods with his usual boyish smile and you get to work making their drinks.“ So, you all look incredibly dapper tonight, what’s the occasion?”

“Premier. Very successful end to a long era.” His smile is bittersweet.

Right. Endgame. You’d watched nonstop trailers and seeing as you’ve been following the MCU since Iron Man, you have to admit you hate that this is an end of something. And you’re equally as excited for whatever Marvel has next.

“Oooo, premier huh? In that case, this rounds on me.”

The offer is quickly shot down by the man but you insist. Unsurely so, he picks up the tray and goes to join his cast. Whatever he says has them raising their glasses in your direction and you lift your water to them.

Just like always, you continue to serve your other customers, sending a server over with the cast’s refills. And as always they stay a little past closing time, your servers having left, and you having cleaned up for the most part.

Members of the cast leave sporadically, most of them having kids to get home to. It dwindles down to a mere three of them and even though it’s thirty minutes to closing, you don’t ask them to leave. Especially since Evans doesn’t look like he can stand.

Another bell chime grabs your attention and you look up to see two guys coming inside.

“Aye fellas, we’re closing, sorry.”

The bigger one frowns, pointing to the group of actors in the back corner. The other one smacks a hand on his shoulder,“ just one round.”

Sighing deeply, you nod towards the end of the bar. They order scotch and beer, simple enough to make, so you leave them to it after serving it.

“Hey Y/n.”

With a smile, you look over at the two women,“ hello ladies, is there anything I can help you with?”

Scarlett leans on the bar top,“ I can think of a few things actually.”

Her flirting is not new. In fact with this being the cast's regular watering hole you’ve started a bit of a relationship with her. Flirtatious banter slipped its way into your nightly conversations. And somewhere along those lines you developed feelings for her.

Who wouldn’t though? She’s incredible.

“Another round being one,” Elizabeth says, nudging Scarlett teasingly.

You smile over at the young brunette and nod,“ comin up.”

“Oo Oo, and that fruity blue drink you made me last time.” She adds.

Leave it to Elizabeth to want a blended drink at the end of the night. But it’s her and when she’s giving that adorable smile you can’t say no.

Turning around you start on her drink first, pouring the ice and mixes of liquor into the blender, you turn it on. God you hate how loud this old thing is.

“-way from me!”

You frown, shouting the blender off.

“Stop touching me!”

Like lightning, you spin around. Anger bursts through you at the sight you find. The two guys standing at Scarlett and Elizabeth’s side. One of them has his fingers running through Lizzie’s hair and the other is running his hands down Scarlett’s arms.

Teeth gritted, you round the bar in fury. The first thing you do is shove the guy away from Lizzie, moving quickly to the bigger one. With a glare he advances to you but you side step, kicking in the back of his knee, making him fall.

You wrap an arm around his neck and press the palm of your hand to his temple. Then you face the man who tries to come at you.

“Another step and I break his neck and then yours.” He dares to move so you tighten your hold on his friends neck, making the guy wince. Smaller man stops and you force the big guy to stand.“ Let me see you both out.”

In fear of you killing his friend and the other in fear of dying, they cooperate. At the door, you shove them both out, giving an extra kick to the bigger guy.

The breath you had been holding escapes you harshly and you blink a few times to still yourself. You have no idea what you would’ve done if he didn’t buy it. Even though you’ve broken up a number of bar fights, you’d never actually killed anyone and you don’t plan to but you didn’t know what else to do without the usual security.

You look back at the two women to see Elizabeth trying to calm Scarlett. The blonde breathes heavily, eyes shining with tears.

“Hey, hey,” you walk over and place a cautious hand over hers.“ You’re safe now, I’m here okay?”

The woman practically falls into your arms, hands clutching your frightenedly. A soft, almost missable cry leaves her and it breaks your heart.

“Scar, what can I do?” You ask, wanting nothing more than to make her feel better.

Her head shakes, words spoken quietly,“ can you just hold me?”

Not needing to say anything, you pull her closer, arms tight around her.

The two of you stay like that for a minute, you not even daring to move until she’s loosening her grip. In that time you’d instructed Elizabeth to go get Chris and you order them a car. Both of them left together after Chris drank some water and sobered up.

The woman in your arms backs away, shakily wiping away a stray tear.“ I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize at all alright. Just- are you okay?”

She nods,“ yeah, I think so. I just want to get home.”

“Of course, just give me a second to-”

Scarlett shakes her head,“ you’ve done more than enough Y/n, I’m fine.”

“Um no. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you leave by yourself, especially not after what just happened.” You frown at her.“ At least let me follow you home.”

It’s a moment before she agrees. She waits for you to lock up and then you’re walking her to her car. And, as you said, following her home.

Getting out of your car, you walk her to the door. It worries you that she’s still shaking a little and if this weren’t California you could at least chalk it up to the cold.

“Scarlett, hey,” you reach for her hand, tugging just barely so she looks at you,“ I can’t tell you how much I wish earlier didn’t happen but you’re okay now. Really.”

Her jaw trembles when she goes to speak, deciding to nod instead.

“Come here.” You pull her closer with a hand to her shoulder and she allows herself to be comforted by you.

Your arms wrap around her shoulders as hers wrap around your middle. She rests her head on your chest with a heavy breath.

The silence is stilling and more peaceful than she could ask for. Being in your arms makes her feel a thousand times better. You hate that she even needs to be comforted. You hate that this happened.

“I’m sorry. I never should’ve let them in.”

Pulling away, Scarlett cups the sides of your neck,“ it’s not your fault. Please don’t blame yourself.”

“But I let them in.” You sigh.

Her fingers apply an almost unnoticeable amount of pressure to the nape of your neck,“ you didn’t make them harass us. It wasn’t you that forced them to do anything, it was their decision.” She steps a little closer,“ but it was you that stopped them, you saved us.”

“And I’d do it again.” You speak, honestly and care the most prominent emotions in your eyes.

The corners of her lips tug up into a smile and she tilts her head a little,“ kiss me.”

With a smile of your own, you close the short gap between you. Lips meet in a slow, passionate, burning kiss. Scarlett’s hum of approval vibrating through the interaction.

“Thank you.” Her words a breath on your lips.

“Anytime Miss Johansson, though I’d prefer not to have to.”

Slowly, you break away from each other. You immediately miss the closeness. Not wanting things to become awkward, you back away, back stepping down the stairs.

Just as you hear her door open you build the courage to spin around and call to her.“ Would you maybe, want to grab dinner with me sometime?”

Green eyes glance away in thought before she smiles amusedly,“ I’d love to.”

#scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson fluff #scarlett johansson imagine #scarlett johansson x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel cast #marvel cast x reader #reader insert #request

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mangolover · 3 years

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Creature of The Dark part 2 (Theodorus van Gogh x reader)

Find part one here

Title: Creature of The Dark (part 2)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire / Ikevamp / Ikevam

Pairing: Theodorus van Gogh x gn! reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: nightmares, not eating properly, mentions of losing job, mentions of being homeless, argument, dark thoughts, mentions of a unhealthy relationship (lack of comunication), depression(?), swearing, mentions of harassment (posibbility of if reader sleeps outside), mentions of alcohol

Spoilers: Theo’s route

Word Count: 2000+

Description: He broke yet another promise and you cut ties with the whole mansion, trying to live on your own in city. Losing your job and getting kicked out, you didn’t know where else to go but to the art gallery.

Part 2: Going to the gallery was a bad idea and you become aware of that after the same mistakes got repeated and sparked an argument. Now you are sitting on a bench in the park, feeling hopeless until a faimilliar figure comes to your aid.

This has some first person perspective, but it’s mostly 2nd perspective.

Dark thoughts are going to be present throughout whole series, so proceed with caution.

Only argument is explored a bit deeper, everything else is pretty much just mentioned, but if anything is triggering to you, please skip this one.

Also, when somthing is writen like this ('example'), it's from the suitor's point of view or their thoughts, not reader's.

I am making this in multiple parts, temptation won this time.

Enjoy!

Nightmare flooded your sleep and woke you up with a start. Your heavy breaths could be clearly heard in the silence of the upstairs room in the art gallery where you were currently resting on a couch. You looked around slowly while trying to calm down your breathing, but the memories and promises returned.

That is until your eyes fell upon the painting that Vincent made of you and Theo all those months ago. Two figures walking towards their bright future. But the more you look at it, the less you can see the second figure, instead realizing it’s just a shadow casted by the sunlight.

‘No. Your mind is playing tricks on you, stop it. This is a painting of a happy time when Theo made a promise. A promise he couldn’t keep.’

“Ah, you’re awake Y/n” quickly turning your head around in the direction of the voice, you saw Theo holding a tray with a mug and a plate. “I assumed you would be hungry so I fetched you some breakfast.”

Pancakes with just enough syrup and coffee, both just like you like it, were placed on a table to your right and you looked down. “Thank you” was all you could mutter out.

“You should eat before it gets cold.”

“I-I should go now but thank you for letting me sleep here. I promise I will repay you” your search for your shoes and jacket in rush to get out was blocked by Theo’s stern voice.

“Eat Hondje. You look like you’ll faint any second now. When was the last time you ate?” his blue gems demanded an answer and yet all you could do was avoid them while picking up the tray and putting it on your lap.

You ate the breakfast in silence while Theo just stared at you from a nearby chair. The silence was something you were used to, after all you were isolated for months. But this one felt heavy, to both of you. It was sad to say the least, you both went through so much together and yet neither could find the words to shout to other, both of you standing on islands with a burnt bridge in between.

‘Should I ask him to stay here? Or how everyone is doing? How’s the work going? Or maybe I should just keep quiet and wait for Theo to speak.’

Theo cleared his throat before speaking, prompting you to finally meet his gaze, “we should, err… talk about some things…” the word ‘talk’ sounded so heavy rolling off his tongue that you had to swallow the sudden lump in your throat.

“I-“ you wanted to apologize. For leaving and making him worry when you didn’t show up for months ‘if he even was worried’. For crashing into his life unexpectedly when you needed something from him. For not even trying to work out the problems that appeared in your relationship. But you couldn’t. The words didn’t want to be spoken by you. Instead, you opted to asking about your leave. “When does the door open again?” your voice was small and quiet, fitting the silence perfectly, yet you didn’t dare glance at vampire in front of you.

“I could ask Comte if you want to know?” his tone became colder, you both know this is not what he meant when he said that you need to talk. But is there anything to really talk about anymore? You just expressed that you wish to leave as soon as possible and never return.

‘Come on Y/n! Get your shit together and talk with him. Stop acting like a stranger!’

You placed down the tray after you emptied the plate and the mug and finally sat down properly, you made up your mind.

You opened your mouth, but Theo cut you off before any sound came out. “Where were you this past, what 4 months? Some residents tried to look for you, even Comte, but no one could find you. You made them worry.” (‘You made me worry when I couldn’t find you…’)

“I found a job at a café and a small place to stay on the outskirts of town. I’m not surprised you couldn’t find me; I never saw any of you guys while being out in the town either.” The conversation was running along far more smoothly than either of you feared it would. There was even a small smile on your face as you remembered your independent days. However, the bliss was cut short by Theo’s next question.

“Why are you here?” the words were not coated in venom like some may believe nor were they spat out. They were filled with confusion and you found yourself staring at the wooden floor once again, ‘how pathetic, huh?’

After a pause filled with unbearable silence, you decided to just come out clean. ‘I have nothing left to lose anymore, do I?’ You took a deep breath, “I lost my job two days ago and got evicted yesterday. I didn’t know where else to go, you were my one and last option. I’m sorry if I caused any inconvenience, I’ll see myself out of your life as soon as possible.”

“Hondje, you” he let out a sigh and reached out his hand, before quickly pulling it back, “you didn’t cause my any inconvenience. If anything, we are finally talking.”

“That’s something we were never good at” you let out a humorless laugh and shook your head a bit.

Theo suppressed a laugh with a smile, “yeah, I guess that was our biggest problem.”

And like that silence fell over you two again, soon fading from a comfortable one like an embrace of a mother, to a cold one like a winter breeze that was blowing outside.

“Why?” your question broke the silence and took both you and Theo by surprise. ‘What are you saying?’ But as you looked Theo in the eyes, you felt tears well up in yours, your lower lip trembling. “Why did you have to break my trust Theo? Why did you never rely on me? Why was I always just your useless shadow!?” your voice became increasingly louder with every question, every word painted in all the colors of confusion and hurt. Maybe you hoped Theo would feel guilty, and maybe he did, but he was always so damn good at hiding his emotions, always wearing a blank canvas as an expression.

“Why did you never trust me?” this time you looked at him with wide eyes as he slowly got up, his voice raising in volume. “Why did you always suspect me for anything and everything when you haven’t even asked me what’s wrong? Why did you expect of me to turn a whole new page when you knew damn well Hondje that I needed some time, but that I am trying?!” He was yelling at you now and before you knew it, you stood up as well, getting in his face and raising your voice to match his.

“Oh, were you trying? Because to me it never seemed like that Theodorus! You always neglected me for your work, and when I would ask you, you just brushed me off!” The raw emotion in your voice caused Theo to suck in a sharp breath. For the first time, he may finally see just what he did to you. “You promised! You promised me you wouldn’t do things on your own anymore! You promised Theo! I was with you through everything and you never had one ounce of trust in me!”

You were screaming at him now and his expression hardened, tears drowning your vision. The argument would continue if the familiar blonde man didn’t rush up the stairs and called out to his brother.

“Theo!” his voice was raised just slightly so he could snap you both out of your trance and you finally saw the angel of the mansion, after so long. Vincent van Gogh was standing in front of you, a panicked and worried look on his face, he seemed almost uncomfortable and you couldn’t blame him. “I heard you two screaming downstairs so I wanted to make sure everything is alright.”

He didn’t even acknowledge you, for better or for worse. Guilt washed over you when you realized what you and Theo just did. You didn’t talk once again. You repeated your mistakes. You communicated poorly and got defensive over everything, throwing it all away instead of working it out.

“Sorry boer. My temper got out of hand.”

“Sorry Vincent” you apologized, but before any of them had a chance to say anything, you quickly snatched your belongings before excusing yourself. “Thank you both for letting me stay here once again, I’m sorry for causing you trouble. Goodbye!” Vincent called out after you, but you bolted down the stairs and out of the gallery. You couldn’t stand being there anymore. Memories were like fresh wounds and your lungs were burning from the familiar scent.

Blending into the crowd, you started walking aimlessly. ‘You are out options. And out of money. If it weren’t for Theo, you would’ve starved and froze to death. But maybe that would’ve been a good thing. You wouldn’t be forced to relive all those painful memories you longed to forget. I wouldn’t be forced to struggle for one more day.’

Maybe your old friends really did look for you. And maybe they now know you are alright. But can you really expect them to welcome you back again? Even if it is for a really short period of time?

‘Hopeless. You were feeling hopeless. You are hopeless.’

But can you do anything about it? ‘No. No I can’t.’

Tears started sliding down your cheeks again and you welcomed them this time. They were with you always these past few days when you hit even lower point in your life. If you had some money, you could’ve at least drowned your monsters in a drink. But that wasn’t an option either anymore.

Dejected, you sat at a bench in a nearby park and pulled your jacket closer around your form. This bench will have to do for tonight. You look too miserable to go and look for a job. And all you want to do is just lay down and sleep forever. But you can’t even do that. You need to wait for night to fall so people wouldn’t stare and even harass you. 19th century France was no easy place to live, you’ve been warned about that when you first came here.

You put your head in your hands as you let out a long sigh and replayed that bitter scene in your head. ‘Did I really never show trust in Theo? Have I really been the problem from the start but actively chose to ignore it?’

Starting to replay all the time spent with Theo, you did ask a lot of him. But you were there with him for every step of the way he let you. He’s a secretive person and he always cared for your safety. Even now. But he did mess up. ‘Both of us did…’

He pushed you away and kept you at arm’s length probably to keep you safe from the threats of L’Académie. But in the process, he hurt you. He tried so hard for you to be worthy of you. This was all just a bad misunderstanding. But until you both learn how to talk; everything will only lead to misunderstandings.

You sighed as you wiped the tears from your face with the back of your hands, looking up, you saw sun starting to slowly set. It was truly a beautiful sight and you wish you were gifted by God to be able to paint just like Vincent so you could enjoy the scenery forever. Crossing your arms over your chest, you mentally prepared for what’s coming while sleeping outside, until you heard someone clear his throat next to you.

Turning your head around in surprise, your fight or flight response kicking in before you saw a familiar figure with a small, warm smile on his lips.

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admiringlove · 3 years

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II: invisible things; lauv.

❝ADMIRINGLOVE HITS 100 CUSTOMERS.❞ — a very special occasion organized with a cordial invitation to all of my followers to visit my café once again to check out the special menu in celebration for hitting 100 followers.

+pairing: sugawara kōshi x reader.

+genre: fluff; just sugawara being in love(with you, ofc).

+word count: 1.3k.

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+navigation: special menu; main menu.

+author’s notes: i hope you enjoy!! i did find myself get carried away in the middle of the fic so i cut it a bit short.

Kōshi always wondered if you remembered how it felt like when the two of you were still high-school kids. He loved it when you laughed as the two of you would walk home together, he loved it whenever the two of you would go to a nearby coffee shop to study(and not that he would ever admit it, but he always ended up staring at you instead of getting his work done), he loved it when you would shyly hold his hand, or when your cheeks would heat up after he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

Christ, the nostalgic feeling was eating away at him as he lay in bed.

That feeling—the feeling of being a carefree high-school kid in love—felt so sickening yet ephemeral, so ethereal yet somehow sad.

He really wanted to relive those moments. That moment of sudden realization when he found out he was in love with you, or that one time when you accidentally fell on top of him and he got to stare into your eyes without hesitation.

He wondered if such a place still existed. Thinking back, he can only remember the good stuff. The loud giggles, the shy blushes, the carefree smiles, the reckless love.

He's glad that he fell in love with you—even if it was quite the foolish thing to do. He couldn't care less. As long as you were with him, he was complete. He was glad that worry never once crossed your mind when you had kissed him for the first time because look where you are now due to that. A simple heavenly kiss blossoming into one of the most beautiful aspects of Sugawara's life. He loved that you were the total opposite of him; you lived for the moment, not once fearing what was next and diving headfirst no matter how deep the ocean was.

Reminiscing the times you would spend at his place as kids made his heart flutter. The two of you would almost always end up building forts out of pillows or blankets on the couch. And inside was your own little world, with no one to taint it, as your love continued to grow. He remembers how he found a comforting warmth in your embrace; one that thawed all anxiety and cold from his heart. He loved how you made promises without the fear of getting burned—it was like "fear" didn't exist in your dictionary.

And every time he's with you, he learns more about himself.

He got up, yawning, as he walked into the bathroom to brush his teeth. His ebony shirt stuck to his skin as his grey sweatpants hung loosely from his hips. He ran a hand through his tousled pewter hair, trying to untangle a few strands. He then proceeded to walk into the kitchen, to find a mug of coffee with a lid on top—and it made him smile. He walked up to the mug, and then placed it inside the microwave, not caring about when the coffee was made.

He hummed a tune that was stuck in his head—because you wouldn't stop playing the song last night—as he noticed the grey sticky-note on the fridge.

He chuckled, the noise echoing in the previously silent apartment. The only color of sticky-notes you owned was grey. Why? Because you said that it reminded you of his hair. He shook away the thoughts as he began reading the note.

Hey, Ko! Good morning, pretty boy! I know I left a little earlier than usual today, I'm so sorry. I got a call from work and had to leave. I will make it up to you tonight, dinner's on me. You're gonna watch me fail miserably as I make you that spicy mapo tofu you love. Please don't laugh(if you do I'll throw that pepper at you). Also, I left you a mug of coffee. Drink it, okay? See you tonight, I love you more than anything. Love, [Y/N].

The microwave beeping made him stop smiling as he took the hot mug into his hands. He smiled, smelling the aroma in for a good second or two because he loved the way you made coffee. It was strong but still sweet. The sugar would hit the tongue then slowly fade away as the bitterness of the coffee beans took over.

He smiled. Because what better way of realizing his ever-increasing love for you than just seeing traces of you everywhere? The ring on his finger always evoked him of the happiest day of his life. He remembers asking you to marry him in front of your old high school, as you sobbed tears of happiness while pulling out a velvet box of your own from your bag.

The density of his love was so high, it probably drowned to the deepest pits of the undiscovered parts of the ocean. How lucky am I? He'd think to himself.

Today was his off-day, and although he was sad that he couldn't spend it with you, he was looking forward to the night. He grinned toothily, sipping the last of the coffee and setting the mug in the sink.

He couldn't wait to tell you he loved you again; even though he has already said it a million times, he's going to remind you every day that his feelings for you only increase.

He looked at himself in the mirror; the black dress-shirt complimenting his features in the most elegant way possible. He knew today wasn't special, but every day seemed special when it was spent with you.

He undid the first button of his shirt—honestly, he was just overthinking. Why was he caught in such a muddle? Why was today important, anyway? Why did it tingle in his chest when he thought of simply touching you? The thoughts were far from erotic; they were romantic, really because he just craved your simple touch—just the smallest caress of the cheek. He thinks about you, the way your eyes sparkle whenever he patted your head tenderly, or the way you smiled with such fondness in your eyes when he talked about a certain student of his or simply an assignment.

Sighing he left the bathroom, scrolling through his phone one last time till the door-bell rang.

He ran—no, sprinted— to the door as fast as he could. And there you were, in all your glory, with that... that small smile painted on your cerise lips and the same fondness blended deep into the [E/C] of your eyes. All of his brooding anxiety seemed to fade away at this point, he wondered how just a smile from you could make him feel at such ease.

"Ko," you tilted your head lightly, "—you look astounding."

"Astounding, huh?" he smirked(definitely not meaning to, but his body worked on its own when he was with you. He was definitely running marathons on the inside). You blushed, nodding slightly as you walked inside.

You removed your coat, placing it in the coat rack and proceeding to take off your boots as Sugawara did nothing but gaze at you longingly. How were you so nomadic, yet so ethereal?

"I missed you today," he murmurs, snaking his arms around your waist and placing his chin on the nape of your neck. His heart felt like it was doing the hardest work-out of its life as it pumped more blood into his system. His brain felt like it was a short-circuited computer as he inhaled your scent.

"Hm, well here I am, making it up to my loving and handsome fiancé," you hummed indulgently, turning your head the slightest bit to kiss him.

He swore he could hear the thump of his heart in his ears when your lips fell on his. He felt himself melting into it; a kiss that made him feel all of his heart's emotions at once. He knew that nothing else in the world existed like this feeling. He knew no words could describe what he was feeling.

So he simply stayed put as you pulled away, smiling from ear-to-ear. Your embrocating hands on the back of his neck as he said, "So, ready to cook that mapo tofu for me?"

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mooncademia · 4 years

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Wishes Do Come True — PART 1.

PAIRING ~ Aizawa Shouta/reader

GENRE ~ fluff

SUMMARY ~ Being an undercover cop has always been second nature to you, but after being paired up with Aizawa Shouta, your heart begins to wander slightly off track. With an unexpected occasion coming up, you’ve realized that you really are falling for the angler-hero. Cue the butterflies!

WORD COUNT ~ 3.0k

AUTHOR’S NOTE ~ Hello everyone! Oh gosh, I feel like I can write a whole-ass dissertation for my love for Aizawa Shouta (esp since he is my favorite character!) but thankfully, I have unleashed my love through writing a story. It is a bit long compared to my other fics and wips so I separated it into 2 parts. Stay tuned for part 2 real soon!

Ps: this story is inspired by BNHA Vigilantes and includes two minor characters, just a heads up!

EDIT: Part 2 is here!

The sun shined brightly as you trotted along the busy streets of Tokyo with Aizawa Shouta. The warmness of the air tingled your skin and your mid-length floral dress danced happily in the air as you held on to your wide-brimmed straw hat to prevent it from flying away.

“There are so many people,” Aizawa grumbled under his breath beside you.

You turned to him. Both of your elbows were locked together and while you could see Aizawa’s annoyance in his eyes, you couldn’t help but smile at him. You thought his little sneery comments were entertaining—cute even. He wore a long black men’s cardigan over a simple white tee, paired with a pair of army-green pants and classic sneakers. Not bad, you thought to yourself.

Last month, you and Aizawa were teamed up together by Officer Tsukauchi to go undercover to retrieve/discover some information about drug smugglers that have been stirring up some crimes and troubles lately. You took care of communications while Aizawa was behind you as a battle-ready investigator—after all, given your cop status, you couldn’t use your quirk. Having experience as an undercover cop for a couple of months already, this wasn’t new to you.

Though the underground hero definitely needed some readjustments in the beginning missions.

“Is this tie necessary? Aizawa complained dryly on the first day of undercover. He tried to loosen his blue tie away from his formal business wear, but it only made his suit more wrinkly.

He looked down at his outfit with a cringed look plastered on his face. “Why exactly do we need to dress up like this?”

You turned around to peer at him but only let out a laugh. You too were wearing a formal businesswoman attire and judging from Aizawa’s helpless expression (which you thought was adorable), you knew he was definitely not used to this.

“Because we need to get information from this company about the smugglers and you gotta pretend to be my assistant!” You explained to him with your hands on your hips.

You looked down at Aizawa’s now wrinkled clothes and you twitched at the disagreeable sight that surely did not look the least bit professional.

“Here, let me help,” you said, stepping in to fix his tie. “You need to wear the tie Aizawa, not let it dangle loose unprofessionally.”

While you carefully tucked in your partner’s tie and smoothened out all the wrinkles of his suit, you felt a gaze watching you. When you looked up, you found Aizawa’s eyes locked with yours. A warm heat flushed through the apples of your cheeks as you realized how exactly close you are to him. You couldn’t read his expression but his eyes pulled you in.

You didn’t realize how handsome Aizawa’s features actually were until you looked up closely—his sharp jawline, carefully pulled-back hair, the cute scruffiness on his chin, and his cold laid-back eyes that exerted exciting intimidation to you. When you met Aizawa for the first time, you knew the man was almost never quite often lighted by a smile, perhaps rationally cold, but you found him to be so lovable at the same time with his small kind gestures and silly grumpy grunts.

Why is my heart beating so fast? You thought to yourself as the two of you stared at each other, your faces only inches away.

“Y/N, Aizawa?” Officer Tsukauchi’s voice ran through your earpiece, popping you back into reality. “Is there something wrong?”

You yelped out and blinked your eyes rapidly. You lift one hand to your ear, clicking on your earpiece. “No! Nothing’s wrong, sorry!” You said in a squeaky voice.

You totally forgot Tsukauchi was literally right behind you guys in a white van surveying the whole action. You reminded yourself to keep your eyes back on the mission.

You glanced at Aizawa who stuffed his hands in his dress pants and looked away casually. “Some people just don’t know how to wear suits,” you added to Tsukauchi with a sly smile plastered on your face.

Aizawa shot daggers at you when he heard your teasing comment which only made you laugh out loud, slowly replacing that weird emotion in your heart with ease and excitement. “Come on,” you exclaimed with a guide of your hand. “Let’s go see what these guys are up to!”

That was the first day of working with Aizawa. And now that it has been a couple weeks, the two of you worked effortlessly and swiftly together as you have gotten to know each other a lot better. Communication was easy for the two of you and you both enjoyed working together given how well you both understood each others’ emotions and personality. It surprised you knowing that this cold, rational-driven man can understand you perfectly but you could say the same for him too.

But as the days pass, you realized that that weird, funny feeling of your heart running relay races whenever you see him? Or those butterflies in your stomach whenever you glance at him?

You still felt that.

And today was one of those days where your face feels a lot warmer than normal despite the cool breeze dancing in the air in the streets of Tokyo.

Why?

Because today you and Aizawa had to go undercover not as performers, waiters, tennis players, construction workers, or even hippies.

The two of you had to go undercover as a regular, cute, loving couple.

And let’s just say your heart was definitely not ready for that.

When you met up with him this afternoon, seeing him in his undercover clothes— how casual yet stylish he dressed, your heart did another relay race but oh boy, that wasn’t even the most embarrassing part.

Before the two of you walked down the streets to follow some men that were claimed to be targets, Aizawa held out his elbow and you stood there dumbfoundedly wondering what he was doing. You swore you looked like a koi fish with your mouth hanging slightly open in surprise.

“Uh…” you commented when you saw Aizawa holding out his arm this afternoon. “What are you doing?”

“Lock elbows together,” Aizawa said as if it was the most obvious thing. “Our undercover act?”

You blinked your eyes and tapped your forehead. “OH! Yes! Of course, right!!” You rambled as you took Aizawa’s arm so you were now shoulder to shoulder. You cursed yourself for being so unprofessional. Did you really think Aizawa was making a move? Noo! He was just playing his part… right?

You rolled your eyes internally at yourself. You were usually so in-tuned, so professional and so calm whenever you were undercover, but this man who many often fear from his deadly gaze or rational mind is making you lose your grip in the most embarrassing ways possible.

As the two of you were walking casually behind the two men ahead, blending in with the crowd in the streets, you tucked away all your silly emotions and flashbacks and reminded yourself to focus on the mission.

“You don’t like any crowded places, huh?” You replied to Aizawa after his remark.

Aizawa turned to you and let out a scoff with a smile. “Not really.”

You looked back at him and smiled with a nod before putting your attention back on the two men. Though strangely, you could feel Aizawa’s eyes still on you.

“You look nice today,” he complimented before darting his eyes back ahead on the streets.

Your heart did an instant flip as your ears barely fully registered what he just said.

Did he just compliment me?

“Oh!” Your eyes widened, looking down at your floral dress. You wore your best dress: the one that had a slight vintage touch since you were such a sucker for vintage things. It was a baby yellow bohemian midi-dress that had a squared neckline which allowed you to adorn it with gold jewelry. The cutely ruffled detail on the sleeves paired perfectly with the vintage buttons on the dress. And with that straw hat? *chefs kiss!*

Not that you spent an extra 45 minutes debating on which dress to wear for this couple's persona… you were excited, okay?!

“Thank you. Um… you look really nice too, I’m glad I don’t need to lecture you on how to wear regular people’s clothes,” you teased, glancing at him for a few seconds.

You saw Aizawa rolled his eyes and you laughed out loud. There’s excitement in the air that made your heart rushing, and it made you feel weirdly good and comfortable. You wished you could just continue to walk with him on the streets like this—shoulder to shoulder, peaceful and relaxed. Previously, you thought the couple's persona was going to be awfully awkward especially with the angler-hero, but somehow it felt oddly… right.

Before you could even fully think about it, you spotted the two men turn right to a narrow dark alleyway, and you immediately turned at Aizawa.

He nodded as if he already knew what you were going to say and with a flash of a smirk he said, “Let's go.”

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“And these are the same ones?” Officer Tsukauchi questioned as he closed the doors of the van with a loud thud!

“Ugh! The bonds are too tight!” The man complained inside with his hands tied with gray bonds. In the corner of your eye, you could see Aizawa’s mischievous smile as patted his hands together as if saying: ‘my job here is done.’

You looked back at Officer Tsukauchi and showed him the black bag that the men were carrying. You carefully unzipped the bag and pulled out—

“All Might’s action figures?” Tsukauchi stared at it dumbfoundedly.

“Yup!” You exclaimed. You made an amazing undercover cop because of your outgoing and cheerful personality which resonated with great first impressions. But your deductive and investigative senses were real sharp as well. You held out your hand at Aizawa and he nodded, knowing what you needed already. He reached down his pants pocket and pulled out his knife so casually as if someone just asked him if they could borrow a pen.

“However…” you continued as you popped opened the head of the All Might action figure with the knife. You poured out the bright green gel pills that were hidden inside the hollow toy.

“There it is.”

Officer Tsukauchi leaned in and examined it. “There are a few more locations we need to check out, but I think we are getting warmer to whose behind all this, thanks to you and Aizawa’s info.”

You handed him over the bag and nodded respectfully. “Anytime,” you replied supportingly. “I’m guessing next week’s target is at Ikebukuro, right?”

Officer Tsukauchi opened the door to his van and nodded. “So far, that is the plan, but I’ll let you know if there are any updates, especially after I do some further investigation with these men.” He pointed behind him.

You gave him a thumbs up and a smile and Aizawa tucked his hands into his pocket and let out an agreeable grunt. Once Officer Tsukauchi drove off, you stood at the sidewalk with Aizawa. The day was getting late, the sky was a grayish-blue tone and the two colors smashed together forming little swirls. It was as if there was an enormous painting just pinned above the sky glaring down at you.

“Well,” you said to Aizawa, patting your hands together. “I guess our job here is done.”

On the way back to the train station, the two of you had to cross through the busy streets, bustling with people. But now it was after-work hours, it seemed like the number of human beings on the street suddenly skyrocketed, and you had trouble even crossing through the streets without accidentally bumping into people’s shoulders. There was a whole lot of sorry, and excuse me! that you had to say but when you peered at Aizawa who was a few feet ahead of you, he walked slowly with incomparable ease (no one dared to bump him!).

“Ow, sorry!” You yelped as another shoulder knocked you back, causing you to almost trip on your feet. Aizawa turned his head and you felt an unexpected warm touch wrapped around your wrist. Aizawa gently locked elbows with yours to prevent you from falling back behind or colliding too much with the pedestrians. It was just like this afternoon and electrical signals were buzzing from your wrist to your heart as you stared at him with surprised eyes.

Aizawa flashed you a mischievous smile and said, “You are not too good on these busy streets, you know?”

Your face felt warm even though it was getting colder.

“Tell me about it,” you groaned, holding Aizawa’s arm just slightly tighter.

Aizawa looked up at the large building ahead right above the train station where you two were returning. Immediately when he glanced up, he noticed the date and weather temperature pinned on the building in bright neon lights.

“Oh,” he said suddenly, causing you to turn your head. “Next week’s your birthday?” The tone of his voice was more of a realization than a question.

“Huh?”

You were confused at his spontaneous and unexpected comment, but once you followed his line of sight and saw the large date pinned on the building, you widened your eyes and quickly looked down at your watch on your wrist. The date on your watch did not match up to the on the building. You cursed at old vintage watches, you loved vintage things but the date stopped updating on the watch since last week!

“Oh my goodness, you’re right!” You gasped. “Oh wow I- I didn’t even know my watch stopped last week. I guess next week is my birthday!”

With the undercover missions lately along with your hectic schedule, you had totally forgotten that your birthday was coming up.

You looked at Aizawa whose gaze was now forward and your eyes softened.

Did he really remember my birthday? You wondered to yourself. It was a couple of weeks ago where you were having a conversation with Aizawa and the Hotta Brothers at the Hotta Brother’s Hoppers Shop, the place where you secretly believe is Aizawa’s secret underground hero base (the Hotta brothers strongly objected though). Aizawa always stops by at the shop for his “morning routine” (which is basically reading his book and drinking hot black coffee) but after teaming up with him for the undercover missions, it was also the place where you two will sit down and plan for upcoming missions or discuss ideas and theories. A week or so ago, you were talking to the Hotta Brothers and you landed on the topic of birthdays when complaining how much you found your own horoscope sign to be disagreeable (which of course, we will get into later in another matter). You didn’t think Aizawa was listening while you and the Hotta Brothers playfully shared birthdates and horoscope complaints since he seemed so focused on his reading and drinking his classic cup of black coffee (Aizawa is not the morning person). And you couldn’t lie to yourself right then and there: your affection for him grew. The fact that he was listening to what you were saying that day (and oh boy, have you had your share of rambles), you felt warm to the heart—as if someone has lent you a cup of rich hot chocolate on a cold winter day. You were beyond content and a smile inevitably tugged on your lips.

“Well, happy uhm.. early birthday,” Aizawa said with a slightly timid nature in his voice, you caught it immediately. You two were close to the train station but the pacing of your walks was slower than before. Maybe the two of you just wanted to savor this lazy evening day, or perhaps your heart was beating a bit faster than before, your legs failed to move at a similar pace.

“Thank you,” you beamed. The sun was strangely setting rapidly and before you said your goodbyes to Aizawa, you scheduled another meet up with him next week at the Hotta Brother’s Hoppers Shop to discuss the newest findings with Officer Tsukauchi.

“Wait!” You blurted out when you saw Aizawa turned his body away to go to Platform 1.

Aizawa whirled around with a confused expression. “Hm?”

“Uh…” Your mind paced. You didn’t exactly know the reason behind your sudden comment, but your heart betrayed your mind and you wanted to say one more thing to him before you both part.

“Today was nice,” you said.

Yup, you wanted to scream at yourself.

‘You call catching crimes and finding out more drugs, NICE? Y/N…come on…’ a part of your mind cried to you as you realized what you just stupidly said. Thankfully Aizawa just stood there with his hands casually tucked into his pockets with his signature bland expression.

“I mean,” you continued trying to make sense. “The overall mission went well.” You embarrassingly rubbed your neck and adjusted your hat.

Aizawa nodded silently.

“And…thank you for remembering my birthday, as random as it sounds.” You rolled your eyes and laughed your embarrassment off, and then smiled and looked away. Even at this day of time, people were still rustling through the station and you could hear the updated announcements on approaching trains. “It just…means a lot.”

Aizawa stared at you for a moment, his expression slightly softened when he heard your sincere words. He opened his mouth, about to respond until you clapped your hands loudly together and locked your gaze with him. You put on a confident expression.

“Well then!” You said cheerfully. “You better go! Your train is approaching in 2 minutes.” You flashed a sweet smile to him and to your surprised, he returned the smile back. You knew he barely smiles, there are the occasional grunts here and there, but a genuine smile? Not a sight you often see, and it made you feel jittery in the stomach. You didn’t need him to say any words for you to know he understood your message, and you were glad to just get that off your chest. As silly as thanking someone for remembering your birthday sounds, it was different from Aizawa…it felt meaningful and you were grateful to let him know. A few words of gratitude won’t hurt, right? Probably not.

So as you officially said your goodbyes, you trotted to your platform and waited for your train as the evening breeze continues to conduct happy dances in the air.

You shook your head with a smile as you reflect back on today’s mission.

So perhaps your best dress has become your “lucky” dress as well...

[Edit]: Part 2 is here!

A/N: To those who actually read the fic, I- I am crying heart emojis. Writing this story was so much fun and also somewhat personal, and I am so happy that I can share it for other’s reading pleasure! Thank you so so much, I know I always say this but I am truly truly grateful if you took the time to read it. This is not the end, there will be a part 2 coming real soon!! And I can guarantee that it's going to be quite interesting and vv cute, so please stay tuned for it! 😉 As always, please don’t hesitate to message/comment me abt this story or bnha in general, I’ll be so happy to message you back~ Stay safe everyone and have a wonderful day!! ♡

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yeongwvnhi · 3 years

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You and I on top of it all

This one is quite the brutal piece of work so proceed with caution and be mindful of the warnings. Do tell me if I missed something possibly triggering.

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Pairing - Oneus Hyung line (only one makes it) x fem reader

Genre - Angst, Suspense, Suggestive, Horror, Gore

Warnings - murder, violence, blood, weapons, language, death, injuries, guns, shooting, graphic descriptions of murder and violence, romanticizing these themes for the plot

Taglist - @twancingyunhoe @runaway-fics @bearseokie @kingleedo @malzenn

Word count - 3k

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It was 11pm and you were hurrying down the street to get back home. You weren't planning on being outside when it started. Last year still left you shaking in your boots, but this year you will turn the table and stop being afraid.

What exactly is it?

It is the purge. The day every crime is made legal and services like police, firefighters or paramedics aren't available.

Originally you were planning on just hiding out somewhere safe until the 12 hours were over but not this year. This time you wanted to let loose, go absolutely crazy and see where the night will take you. Maybe you'll find a companion or more? Maybe you'll die, who knows?

Back on topic.. Why were you even out this late? Simple. You bought some nice weapons for tonight. What were those weapons? An array of knives, a bat with spikes and even a damn katana. This time you wouldn't hold back.

A guy came your way and immediately changed course after seeing your array of weapons. This was exactly what you wanted people to do. Fear you, be scared for their life and just run as far away as they could from you.

Eyeing the clock above your TV in the living room while taking off your shoes, you realize that it's barely 11:20pm. The fun would have to wait.

With a shrug you move into your bedroom to put on tonight's outfit. You were going crazy tonight and no one would hold you back, not even your damn clothes.

You have carefully picked out your clothes a few days ago just for tonight. All black to blend into the night, your casual tight fitting jeans and shirt and your newly bought jacket. There you would store all the knives since it had a lot of pockets.

The sound of a notification from your phone made you stop examining yourself in your mirror and with an eye roll you go to check.

Hwanwoong: Hey Y/N, I know that you will be partaking in tonight's purge… I hope you won't die so I can see you again soon..

Your best friend has always been worried about you and everything that could happen.

You: I will be just fine, Woong, don't worry. You better be safe tho or I will kill you.

After you sent your reply, you didn't bother to check if he answered. You wouldn't be taking your phone with you tonight. Everything else besides your weapons will be staying in your apartment tonight… besides your keys, you decided to give them to your friendly neighbor since he would be waiting out the event tonight.

Once again your eyes find the clock and a small smile slowly crawls onto your lips. 11:30pm. Soon the fun would begin and you just couldn't wait to finally get your sweet, sweet revenge.

You secure your sword around your back with the holster and then take your baseball bat. These spikes were so sharp and you couldn't wait to see the damage they would cause.

The weight of your jacket slowly increased the more knives you put into the pockets and you were so full of adrenalin, to find the person who took everything from you.

11:45pm, the crazed smile slowly made its way back onto your lips. Just a little while.

You got up and put your also black leather boots on, tired of waiting for the chaos to unfold.

With the baseball bat in one hand and your keys in the other you exit your apartment. You lock the door and go to knock on your neighbor's door.

The man opens the door and you give him a less crazy smile upon seeing the fear in his eyes. "Hey Keonhee, don't worry i just came here to drop off my keys!" You say and hold up said object.

The taller guy visibly relaxes and smiles back at you. "You scared me there, Y/N"

"Sorry~" you chuckle and put your keys into his outstretched palm. "Please be safe, yeah?"

Keonhee chuckles nervously and nods. "You too"

"Oh I will" you reply, "I'm going to go now. I'll see you tomorrow at 12"

He closes the door and you hear several locks clicking shut behind it, one after another.

You swing the bat up and rest it on your shoulder, mindful of the spikes, and walk down the street. It was awfully quiet now and your gaze meets the giant digital clock on a huge building.

11:53pm

"Hey!" Someone calls after you and you halt in your steps. "Where are you heading to?"

You turn around and look at the guy. Tall, black hair and also full black attire. "Why would you wanna know? But I suppose you already know the answer judging from your choice of clothing"

He walks closer and you now fully see his features. He looks too good to be true. The black turtleneck sweater isn't helping your thoughts either. "You're right" he replies with a sinister smirk. "I'm also going to fuck up someone's life"

You immediately felt drawn to him, he looked just as crazed as you right now.

But that didn't mean you'd stay here any longer to chat away, no. It was almost time and you wanted to get your hands dirty.

So you give the guy an almost too nice looking smile and turn back around.

"Hey, where are you going?" He asks and you hear his fast paced footsteps approach you. "Don't just leave a conversation like that"

You chuckle and start swinging your bat around. "I don't really care about conversations right now, pretty boy"

The Guy scoffs, but you see his smirk in your peripheral vision. "So… are you out for someone special tonight? Or do you just want to blow off some steam?"

"Does it really matter?" You question in return and meet his eyes for a second. "Also, who even are you?"

"I'm Youngjo" He replies and shoots you a grin, this time less sinister. "And I guess it does? I could help you out"

He did have a point, maybe he would actually be of help. "Fine" you nod. "Someone-"

A loud alarm shakes the silence of the city, the purge has started.

The two of you immediately look at each other with an excited expression. "Fuck it, let's spill some blood" he says and grabs you by the wrist, dragging you right into the chaos of people running around left and right.

You manage to escape his grip and fasten your pace to match his.

"Out of my way!" Someone yells and you see a guy running straight at you.

No way you're having that shit tonight. "Fuck off!" You spit back and swing your baseball bat right at the guy's head.

Pretty much to his horror because he can't stop and runs straight into your death trap. His skull smashes against your spiky weapon and you feel his blood splattering onto your face.

Youngjo has stopped running the moment he heard you spitting back at that guy and witnessed the gory scene. He felt his heart skip a beat and met your eyes, both of you dazed.

"That felt so fucking good" You murmur and Youngjo nods eagerly. For that moment the two of you completely blended out the chaos around you.

Until there were gunshots, that's when you reacted and pulled him into an alleyway, hiding behind the wall to not get shot.

Youngjo cornered you against the wall, one hand beside your head for balance. He had his gaze fixated on your side profile while you were checking where the gunshots were coming from.

"Hey" The tall guy mumbles and your attention belongs to him this instant. "I never thought I'd think that watching a girl smashing a guy's head in would be this hot"

You click your tongue and roll your eyes, but can't help the smirk that appears slowly. "You're crazy"

Youngjo's head falls down and he breathes out a chuckle before looking you dead in the eye. "It would be boring if I wasn't, wouldn't it, sweetheart?"

You can't deny the tingling feeling you felt in your stomach at that and your free hand went up to the back of his neck. "Shut up"

"Make me"

"What the fuck are you doing?" A new voice interrupts the two of you. "Wait- Hyung?"

You turn to look at the guy, annoyance written all over your face for having interrupted the moment. "I fucking hate you for this"

The guy chuckles nervously and Youngjo leans away to stand at a normal distance. "Why are you here, Seoho? And where is Geonhak?"

"You didn't just ask me that" he retorts and holds up a bloody machete. "Obviously I'm out for blood tonight"

A shiver runs down your spine, the vibes that guy gives off are insane. Quite literally.

"Oh" Youngjo's mouth forms an o-shape. "I see. But now where is Geonhak?"

"Ah! Right" Seoho piques up and nods his head in the left direction. "He started chasing some weirdo who was about to get a bit too comfy with this girl"

"Still the nice guy even during a time like this, huh?" Youngjo laughs. "Anyway, we should continue our little fun game now, shouldn't we?"

You grin and pick up your bat. "We should just go as a group, covering more people n shit"

"What's your name?" Seoho asks you out of the blue, nodding at your suggestion.

"Oh, I'm Y/N" You reply before making your way out of the alley and onto the street. "And I see a group of people right up front"

"Let's spill some blood then, shall we?" Youngjo smirks.

The two guys follow you and you hear one of them clinking blades together.

"Hey you!" You shout and the group of four, three guys and a girl, look at you. "Wanna die?!"

"What are you gonna do, little girl?" One of the guys shouts back and you halt in your steps.

With a dark chuckle, you open your jacket and pull out a knife. "I'll fucking kill you" is your only response as you throw the knife at him. It connects with his thigh, making him scream in pain and fall to the ground.

"You have good aim, doll" Youngjo mumbles while passing by you. "Now I'll finish him"

"Leave some fun for me too!" Seoho whines and just runs at the group of people, slicing the girls throat with his machete with ease.

Her blood pours out of the massive gash and you hear her gurgling on the liquid.

One of the two unharmed guys squares up against Youngjo, but he's at a disadvantage in height.

Youngjo makes quick work of the guy, pulling out a knife from a pocket on his pants and stabbing him in the chest. He pushes the guy away from him and he collapses on the corpse of the girl.

The fourth guy must've ran away so it's only the injured man on the ground and your little group.

"Finish him! Finish him c'mon!" Seoho jumps around and you look at Youngjo, but he just nods towards the guy. Your sign to kill him.

"Too bad that you will die now, huh?" You say and lunge the bat right into his face, killing him right on the spot. "Bastard" You spit and pull out your knife from his thigh and put it back where you took it from.

"Jesus christ" Seoho murmurs and you look at him. "That was fucking hot"

You shake off the remains of the guy's brain from your bat. "Shut up" you hiss, slightly flustered. "We should find your friend instead"

"Right" Youngjo agrees. "Let's go"

He leads the way with Seoho and you following behind.

"So… are you out for someone special tonight?" Seoho asks and looks at you through his sharp eyes. "You look tense, darling"

"I probably won't find him anyways, I'm tense because I don't know if I will die tonight" You give him your answer and hold your bat just a little bit tighter. "So I'm going to use that as my fuel to create as much chaos as I can"

"I see~" He chirps and focuses back on Youngjo who's still leading the way.

After a bit more walking, the two guys spot their friend sitting next to a wall, gun in hand and blood on his hands and face.

"Geonhak, what the fuck happened" Youngjo asks him straight away and kneels in front of him.

"I killed that asshole, but I also accidently shot the girl. They're both dead" he mumbles, but a satisfied grin forms on his lips. "Now she won't suffer anymore"

"Hey get up, we gotta create more chaos!" Seoho urges and you exhale a breathy laugh.

"I think there are a lot of people in the inner city. It's getting louder the closer we get" You say and nod in the vague direction. "Let's go guys"

"Ooohh sure~" Seoho immediately agrees and Youngjo also looks pleased with your suggestion.

"Oh you guys brought a companion?" Geonhak asks and stands up. "What's your name pretty girl?"

You shake the hair out of your face and scoff at the compliment. "I'm Y/N. Now let's go!"

"I know a shortcut" Seoho exclaims. "It's just-"

"No! Your shortcuts are dangerous as fuck!" Youngjo rejects his suggestion.

"C'mon let's just go this way" you tell Seoho. "We can take your shortcut on our way back, alright?"

"Fine" He grumbles in response.

Your group quickly gets to the big commotion in the inner city and you just decide to let hell break loose.

Geonhak starts shooting whoever comes into focus, Youngjo aimlessly stabs people in his way and Seoho attacks everything in his way.

"Let's dance little lady" some weirdo says and faces you, pipe in his hand. "Got ya!" He yells and strikes at you.

You dodge in the last moment, swinging your spiky bat at the dude's face, making him stumble back in surprise. "You got a mean one there, hun. Would be a shame if it went out of your hands, right?"

"Shut up asshole" you hiss and and take another swing at him, this time grazing his arm with a spike and making it bleed.

"That hurt you stupid bitch" he spits with venom. "I'll end you"

"Good luck" you huff and take a step back.

"What-" before he can finish his sentence, you hear a gunshot and blood splattering everywhere.

"Nice shot Geonhak!" You shout and give the man a thumb up. "Saved my ass"

After that little exchange you quickly go on and just smash in people heads left and right.

One was a tough nut though.

"You've got some nerves, little girl" a tall man smirks after he smacked the bat out of your hands and a good distance away from you. "Attacking others from behind. Tch"

"Stop talking, bastard" you growl and pull out your katana, glad you took it with you. "I'll kill you"

"Try to~" he laughs and throws a punch, but you step aside at the last second.

"Go to hell!" You yell and swing your blade at him, slicing his cheek and leaving him in shock.

"You'll pay for that you damn bitch"

After that, a painful shout came from behind you and you heard Geonhak calling out Youngjo's name.

"Shit-" you go to turn around and leave this fucker behind, but he kicks away your legs and you fall to the ground.

"Fuck you" you huff in pain, the katana luckily still in your hand. That's when you see your three companions.

Geonhak has Youngjo's head in his lap and repeatedly smacks his cheeks to get him to wake up.

But he won't.

He's dead.

"Oh noo~ Did your friend die? What a shame" the man mocks and laughs.

You clench your hand around the handle of the katana and roll onto your back and thrust the blade right into his torso.

"What-" He coughs in shock before falling to the floor backwards.

You just stand up and run towards the guys now, falling to your knees next to Youngjo's lifeless body in Geonhak's lap.

"Who did this?" You ask, emotionless, eyes void of anything but rage.

"I did" Geonhak mumbles, hanging his head. "I wanted to shoot the fucker you were fighting, but Hyung caught the bullet"

You remain silent, but you see Seoho behind Geonhak going rigid. "You… killed Youngjo Hyung…?"

"It was an accide-"

Geonhak couldn't finish his sentence. Seoho slit his throat right there and the green haired man's blood splattered your already dirty face even more.

But you weren't fazed. You couldn't help him anymore anyways.

That's when you noticed just how quiet everything suddenly was, so you looked around and saw corpses upon corpses.

"When did this happen?" You ask and look at Seoho, his blank stare not bothering you at all as you stand up.

"I killed the last person before I saw you guys here" He answers and you step away from the two men on the ground, dead and bleeding out.

You heard Seoho walking up next to you. "So this is it? We go home after this and try to get our lives back together?"

"Not necessarily" he says, "we can stay together"

"What do you mean?"

"People who kill together, stay together" he explains and smiles. He actually looks cute and for a second you forgot that he's a serial killer.

But so are you.

"That sounds nice" you smile back.

"So now it's you and I on top of it all" He whispers and pulls you in close by the waist. "You're mine"

Your hands wander up to his shoulders and you move closer. "Only yours" you mumble against his lips and he closes the gap, greedily moving his mouth against yours. His grip on your waist tightens and pulls you impossibly closer.

You'll never forget this day.

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kabira · 3 years

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08 | distance

pairing — spider-man!vernon x ofc

featuring — joshua, yeji (itzy), felix (skz), yangyang (nct)

word count — 2.5k

genres — spider-man au, marvel au, fluff, action, angst, humor

warnings — minor violence

note — ok so this was kinda later than scheduled (three WEEKS) but the next update will hopefully be on time so i can keep up! by which i mean sunday 6 am (ist). also, for the love of god, tumblr make this show up in the tags. pretty, pretty please.

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“Okay, so here’s what I found out about your Rhino guy,” Yeji said, jumping over the side of the rooftop and landing on another, hitting the ground with a roll before coming up on her feet. They were currently involved in a high-speed chase, which meant she had to yell at the top of her voice for Vernon to hear her—not that it mattered a lot. Up here, no one could hear you scream. “He’s Russian. Name’s Alexei Sytsevich.”

“Russian, huh?” Vernon yelled back. He swung over a tall rooftop garden, taking care not to accidentally knock over something he wasn’t supposed to. “Anything that could tie him to Osborn?”

“Not really!” Yeji yelled. “His identity is public, so anyone could get to him, and he must have happened to have been around when he attacked you. But there’s nothing concrete we could go after.”

The two of them were chasing Batroc the Leaper across the top of the buildings, having caught up with him just moments after he robbed a store. A basic assignment, really, but it was still a challenge to apprehend him before he got too far from the crime scene. One of their more casual operations, much like a training session, except this was the real deal.

“Anything of interest?” Vernon asked. They were close to catching their quarry, very close. Batroc wasn’t really that notorious in the underworld, but he was still a menace and technically a criminal. A more notable point of interest were the mechanical leaping legs attached to both his feet which allowed him to jump several feet high in the air, making for a good old-fashioned superhuman chase scene.

“He was experimented on with this gamma radiation technique to give him superhuman strength and durability, but it ended in an accident,” Yeji answered. Her voice, apart from the strain due to the yelling, sounded strangely relaxed for someone who was chasing a guy across the tops of buildings. Even after having time to get used to it, Vernon was still surprised by her resilience. “The suit he was wearing that day—remember how it was made of some kind of self-regenerating polymer? It’s literally stuck to his skin. Can’t get it off him.”

“Must be constipated; it explains the anger issues.”

Just then, Yeji caught up to the Leaper. She sprung off a ledge and onto the top of a water tanker, from where she dived towards the unsuspecting criminal, flattening him to the ground. Vernon swung up to her, landing on the ground next to her. Batroc tried to wiggle away, but Vernon webbed his hands and feet to the rooftop, successfully trapping him. “So,” he said, turning his attention back to Yeji. “Any idea where they’re keeping him?”

“If you’re wondering if he’s being kept anywhere close to Osborn, don’t worry.” She placed her hands on her hips. It looked strangely satisfying, her claws aligned with the gray markings around the waist of her white suit. “Rhino’s placed in the Helicarrier for now, but in a special ward designed specifically for the big guys, though th They have specialists looking into his, er, sticky situation, but he’s on an entirely different level than Norman. And I mean that quite literally.”

He nodded. “Did the files mention which specialists are looking into it?”

“Eez it perhaps—” Batroc started.

Vernon webbed his mouth. “Zip it,” he said.

“No. The only files I could access didn’t have much on him,” Yeji said, sounding genuinely sorry. “There was other stuff, like his eye color and his blood type, but I don’t think you’d be very interested in all of that.”

“You think right.”

“There might be more details in the confidential reports coming in from the Helicarrier holder itself, but getting them would be a lot of trouble,” she said. “Although if you really want them—”

“No, it doesn’t matter,” Vernon said, shaking his head. “Thanks for digging up the rest, though. I owe you one.”

“Consider it early payback for when your Aunt May teaches me how to beat your ass at video games.” He couldn’t see her face, but he sensed that underneath the mask, she was smiling.

“Hey, that’s an Aunt May thing, not a me thing,” he said, then paused, hesitating. There was something else he had wanted to ask her, but he didn’t know if he really wanted to follow through with it. “Hey, Tiger…” he trailed off. “Actually, never mind.”

“No, go ahead,” she said. “Unless you’d rather not.”

He shook his head slightly. “It’s not like that,” he said. “This might sound kind of intrusive, but do you know the deal with Fe—Iceman?” he asked. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s great and everything, but with all the brooding and the secrecy, I’m just a little—” He scrunched up his nose. “That does sound intrusive.”

“It does,” she agreed, but it sounded amused. “Look, I’d tell you. I really would. But it’s something I feel he should tell you yourself, you know? If and when he’s comfortable talking to you about it.”

“Did he tell you?”

“No, I just kind of figured it out.” She sounded a little sheepish. “And maybe I got it out of one of the IT guys.”

He looked at her, amused. “They have IT guys at S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

“Well, I guess they’re not IT guys in the strictest sense,” she mused. “There’s a hierarchy of ranks even within the record regulators, so it’s a little hard to explain. Not that it really matters, anyway.”

“It would be kind of cool if S.H.I.E.L.D. needed IT guys,” Vernon said, looking down at Batroc, except he wasn’t really looking at him, but through him. “Unrealistic, though.”

Yeji shook her head slightly, like she was unable to believe they were having this conversation. Or maybe he was just projecting his own amused disbelief onto her. But he noticed the tenseness of her shoulders and she let her arms fall to her sides, as if she was holding in a laugh. It was one of those conversations that took a turn that didn’t even have to be funny to make you laugh.

“Good talk,” she said, and this time he could actually hear the smile in her voice. “Now let’s get this guy back to the carrier.”

Luce knew something was up.

She had known this for a while now—about a year, in fact. She had only just started to suspect it when Vernon had changed, and Joshua had gotten secretive, and Harry had first started floating away. It had come one after the other, like the three of them were carrying out parts in a play and she was in the audience, watching but unable to take part. Change, and secrecy, and distance.

She liked distance. Luce had always been distant, someone who stood in the crowd and yet apart from it, unwelcome and unsettling for most around her. Eccentric, some called her, or strange, or downright creepy. It never really mattered to her, because for her, it had always been just the four of them—Vernon, Joshua, Harry and her—and even after everything that had happened, they still felt like four. Three people with a ghost in between, still shaking his head at their dumb jokes and still taking the best seat in the Parker living room when they had movie night.

Looking back, she realized that the cracks in their relationship had first appeared a year ago. Often, after Harry died, she thought about how they had collectively ignored those fractures in their friendship, that had come in the form of change and secrets and distance.

The first to change had been Vernon, of course—trading his glasses for unexplained bruises, his mysterious disappearances poorly covered up and rarely questioned. Then Joshua—the two of them with their heads together in the hallways, shooting each other knowing looks that shut everyone out. It felt like it was just the two of them sometimes, Luce and Harry often forgotten during their closed conversations. That was probably what had pushed them together, but now that Harry was gone, she was left alone. Still on the outside, trying to look in, but in vain.

She knew she couldn’t blame Vernon and Joshua for it, she had started to blend into the background a little more with every passing day. Catching one without the other was hard, so at some point she stopped trying, letting them find her whenever they felt like it. Sometimes she felt like a ghost, too, lurking in a ruined castle, only seen when a wanderer needed shelter.

Now, it was all happening again. The arrival of the new kids had seemed like a minor disturbance at first, like a tiny cloud on the wide horizon, but Vernon had warmed up to them surprisingly quickly after his initial coldness. It wasn’t that Luce didn’t like them—after all, she had been the one to initiate first contact—but she had still been taken aback by how quickly they had become a part of their little group of three (and a dead boy, but he didn’t take up seats anymore).

Except they didn’t feel like it. Not to her, and probably not to Joshua either, whom she had seen watch the new trio with lingering looks when he thought she wasn’t looking.

She was a little surprised by her own reserve, because the arrival of more people should have been a good sign. More people, even numbers, pairs, so she wouldn’t be a third wheel anymore. But it hadn’t worked out that way—she was still stuck outside, but this time Joshua was stuck with her.

It was hard not to be even a little mournful.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she called as Vernon walked past her in the school hallway after fifth period, looking distracted as he usually did these days. He turned, surprised, as if he hadn’t even noticed her there.

“Me?” he asked, looking confused, and she sighed internally. On the outside, she simply shook her head as if in amused exasperation, reaching into her bag and taking out a spiral notebook.

“Notes. From Physics.” She handed it to him, and he stared at the cover for a dazed little moment before looking back up at her. “You missed another class today.”

“Right,” he muttered, giving her a grateful smile. Fifteen seconds had passed already, about five seconds less than the longest conversation they had held in two weeks. He probably hadn’t even realized. “Thanks.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, meaning it. No point in moping after something that hadn’t been for months. She leaned against the locker door and folded her arms across her chest. The zips along the cuffs of her jacket pulled against the leather. “Going somewhere?”

“Not really.” He shrugged. The smile was still on his face, that stupidly delightful half-smile that still felt like it was behind a glass wall. “Are you?”

Am I ever? She shook her head. “Where did you go?” she asked instead of answering his question.

He frowned. “Where did I go…when?”

“During physics,” she clarified. “You’ve been disappearing a lot lately.”

“Oh, you know…” he started, trying hard to keep his voice casual. “Places.”

It was hard not to smile. “Like?”

“The principal’s office,” he said, sounding a little disappointed.

“The new guy?” Luce raised her eyebrows. “Did you do something to piss him off? Get a low grade?”

“Of course not,” Vernon said indignantly. “My scores are perfect.”

“I know. The rest of us on the curve are suffering because of it.”

“Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry in the least. Instead, there was a small smile on his face that looked suspiciously like a smirk.

Almost a minute now. Luce let the back of her head hit the locker door, finally letting herself believe that he wasn’t going anywhere, not this time around. The feeling that came with it was so warm and delicious that it spread inside her chest like hot water, reaching her toes and fingers and the tip of her nose. “You’re not sorry,” she said with a smile, though she didn’t really mind. “Are we still on for Friday?”

Now Vernon’s smirk dropped, replaced by a split-second look of horror. “Friday?” he echoed. “This is going to sound bad, but I don’t—”

“Movie night,” she supplied. “And don’t worry, I didn’t expect you to remember. The last time we talked about that was a while ago, anyway.”

Movie night, or game night, was their irregular childhood tradition that had become increasingly infrequent over the past few years, but particularly so in the last year. Even then, they’d never gone this long without getting together at least once. The last time they’d done something like that together, it had been almost two months ago, when they had still been four.

When Luce finally mentioned it, she felt strange thinking about the prospect of movie night with only three people. It felt odd. Unnatural. Three felt like the wrong number, like fates and the prongs of a pitchfork. Too little.

“Tell you what,” she said, pulling herself out of her thoughts with difficulty. She did that too much, lose herself in her memories or some random vein of thought and manage to completely detach herself from the world around her. It got harder and harder every time, and sometimes she wondered if one day she was just going to be trapped in her own mind.

“What?” Vernon asked. He had that distracted look on his face again, his posture jumpy like there was extra energy wrapped into his body.

“Why don’t you bring Yeji and the others along this time?” she suggested. Six wasn’t that great of a number either, but it was definitely better than three. And maybe this way she’d be able to get to know the others a little better, pull herself back to reality. “I’m sure they’d like to. And that way, it’ll be an even team.”

“Not if May decides to join in again.”

She smiled. “Then maybe I’ll bring Hairball.”

He groaned. “Oh, no, not Hairball,” he said, eyes refocusing on her face. There was such a vibrant intensity in his gaze that it made her want to stand up straighter. Then he smiled, and she actually had to stand up straight. “You sure, though?”

Of course he would ask her. Vernon Parker, despite all his bodily changes, was still the same guy from fourth grade who always let her have the rest of his lunch—if he managed to keep it from Flash. Luce was almost tempted to reconsider, but she saw the earnest look on his face, the slight arch of his eyebrows, and swallowed the words that welled up in her throat.

“Of course,” she said. “Three’s already a crowd, so we might as well have a whole party.”

“A party, huh?” He winced. “That reminds me. Food.”

“We’ll order from Larry’s.”

“I’ll have to decide if they deserve it yet,” he joked. At least, she thought he was joking. “See you on Friday.”

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choccos-aaart · 3 years

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Close enough to 10 mintues of “Ms Axel is a Goon”

Screw it. I'm posting it here, too. *NOTE: This is 100% fictitious and not going to happen*

Final Assignment Script Writing, Winter School 2021 ONE-PAGE PITCH

TITLE: Ms Axel is a Goon

GENRE: Action, comedy, sci-fi, family

LOGLINE: In the humid city of Dasmus, Mei Axel is a former goon who's just escaped captivity. Since her escape, she's been trying to better her life with her new found passion for music, but she quickly learns that the entire country wants to trade her name and face for a price.

FORMAT: Full-length animated film

MAJOR AND RECURRING CHARACTERS: Mei Axel – A wanted fugitive. Mid 20s. Despite her physical competence, she's mostly a foolish, plucky girl who steals a guitar one day.

Alicia Vonarb – CEO of a liquor company. Late 30s. The last boss to hire Axel to do her sneaky business work. Confident and vain, but does everything in spite of her mother. Wants to capture Axel because she doesn't want to get ratted out.

Kannie Orma – An old gadgeteer friend of Axel’s. Mid 50s. Also a “lame uncle” sort of figure to Axel. Their friendship must remain secret because his work is also involved with Vonarb.

O. Miho - Axel’s former coworker from when she was working for Vonarb. Early 30s. His current assignment is to capture Axel. Smug and thinks he's funny.

K. Claymont – Axel’s other former coworker. Late 20s. Works together with Miho. A kind man, but only most of the time.

SYNOPSIS: Mei Axel. She's a goon that's been caught and jailed. Eventually enough, she makes a successful escape and ventures outside. Not much happens afterwards other than stealing a guitar, and once discovering that she's got a passion for music, now she aims to live up that dream. But while attempting to live her new life, her face still reads as an incompetent menace to her former friends and foes, as well as to the majority of the country – they all seem to want to trade in her face for a cash reward. Now, aside from escaping the hands of everyone that wants to hand her over to the government, it is now up to Ms Axel to figure out how she is going to be able to pursue her new life goal that heavily conflicts with her current place among her people. This first follows the story of a wanted fugitive who sets off on a quest for redemption which, unfortunately, never works out. The story ends when Axel eventually escapes the country. She finally acknowledges that she can never truly change the way she's perceived, as well as never fully experience the life that she wants. However, she still performs under a low profile, happily living a drifter's lifestyle.

RATIONALE: This is a story about someone whose wrongdoings and nurture had shaped the way that others view them. Our protagonist is Mei Axel who had been built up to become a significantly infamous member of society, but once discovering a part of herself that showed her potential in a more respected position, being a musician, she starts wanting to better herself. A problem with this scenario is that her past actions prevent her from fully achieving that dream. She can relate to audiences who want to change aspects of their past, particularly their mistakes or the wrong ways they've been brought up, but can't.

MARKET: Children ranging from 11-16, particularly those that are interested in scenes that involve action-packed chases and fighting between individuals. The [film] will present itself through retro-futuristic aesthetics in its city setting. Rock is also a prevalent music genre for the soundtrack, which may interest audiences who particularly like the genre.

The Script

EXT. BUILDINGTOP – NIGHT

Axel checks out the guitar from every angle with a grin, having a feel of its neck, strings and body. She sits it on her lap as if to play it.

AXEL

Oh... I hope those lessons never went to waste...

She wobbly plays a C major scale while slightly wincing through every second. She runs over the same scale again, but this time it flows a bit more smoothly. She smiles a little.

MONTAGE OF AXEL PRACTISING GUITAR

- Axel goes over the same scale a couple of times and with every run, her playing gets smoother.

- She then moves on to a different key and practises that scale

- She then moves on to another key and practises that scale

- She plays some chords now, beginning with the I IV V I progression

MONTAGE END

Axel continues strumming. A light turns on from a nearby building.

DWELLER

Who is playing that garbage?!

Axel stops strumming. Silence.

AXEL

(Breathes in)

I'll get the hang of it.

She slings the guitar over her back and runs into the shadows. Eventually, she disappears into the dark.

EXT. MARKETPLACE – DAY

A view of a cranny on a roof between two walls. Axel sleeps there resting her guitar on her lap. Waking up, she yawns and then lazily sits up.

CUT TO:

A view of the market grounds. Axel smugly and excitedly, yet discreetly scurries out of an alley between a bakery and a liquor store, with a paper doughnut bag in one hand and a small bottle of liquor in the other.

She sits by a cafe playing some instrumental reggae rock music through a speaker. Axel hums along to the melody of the soundtrack while tipsily bouncing her finger to the beat. She then quickly strums a few chords for a brief moment, all which clash with the song's key signature, until right on the chorus, where she strums a chord that matches the root note of the song.

AXEL

Ooh, it's a G song. God, why do they always gotta be G songs? (Giggles)

She strums along with the music, landing every chord. Her smile grows and she gradually plays more confidently. She whistles the melody, then proceeds to hum. A TEENAGE BOY chucks a coin in front of her. Axel looks up and grins. She finger guns at him as he skids away to his friends, laughing. Axel stands up and plays more purposefully. The background starts dimming down.

DAYDREAM

Soon the marketplace around her blends into a stage. An abstractly drawn audience watches her perform and cheer her on. The chorus section of the song finishes.

AXEL

(Laughs)

I'm going to be known! I'll make myself the talk of the town! Everybody's gonna love me!

Axel starts strumming along to the background music again. Suddenly, a MAN with a large, muscular build grabs onto her shoulder.

END DAYDREAM

The stage fades back into the marketplace. Axel is still strumming.

MAN

You got that last part wrong.

AXEL

And who are you?

The man bats Axel with a club.

OVER BLACK.

SFX: Walking footsteps.

EXT. DESOLATE CITY AREA – DAY

In an alleyway, the man carries a bag containing Axel's body, also with Axel's guitar strapped around his back. After some time, Axel can be seen moving inside of the bag.

MAN

Huh? Hey. You keep still down there, would you?

Axel still moves inside of the bag.

MAN (CONT'D)

Look, this is goin'a be a long walk. That means you better cooperate with me, you hear that, Girlie? (Pause) You don't want to make me hurt you, now--

Axel falls out of a hole the bag with a shank in one hand and one of her boots on the other.

MAN

What the?!

The man looks behind himself while Axel stands up in front of him, holding her boot in both hands. She sends a finishing blow at the back of man's head and he falls to the floor. Axel cautiously looks at the man for a brief moment.

The man lies motionlessly on the ground. Axel drops her boot and fixes her shank back inside her pocket, then dusts off her hands before then squatting down next to him.

AXEL

Gosh, they really never hired me for nothing, huh... But I ain't into that stuff anymore. Say, can I have my guitar back?

The man does not respond. Axel lifts one of the man's eyelids and learns that he's out cold. Axel sighs with a slight chuckle. She lifts up the man and, with a struggle, unstraps the guitar from his body, before eventually slinging it over her own. Once fitting her boot back on, she then stands up and slowly walks over to the edge of the alley, whistling a chipper tune – the same melody she was playing earlier - on her way there. At the edge of the alleyway, her eyes look up. Then they widen.

INSERT – ELECTRONIC POSTER

containing Axel's mugshot and in large writing, "WANTED". Below is a list of details including Axel's height, approximate age, gender, race and the time and location of where she was last seen, “18:50, Southwest of Dasmus City”. There is also a cash prize.

INSERT – ELECTRONIC POSTER

containing the same contents as the previous poster, except the location which reads, “Southern markets of Dasmus City at 15:47, drunkenly playing a red Phenver brand guitar”.

A view of Axel between the alley's walls. All around are copies of the same two posters, both in electronic and printed forms. A mildly shocked expression crosses her face.

INT. TOILETS – DAY

A view of a row of toilet stalls. None of the stalls' doors are closed, except for the one in the centre. Axel's guitar leans on a nearby wall. Her feet can be seen in the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor. Axel kicks the wall.

AXEL

Damn it! I'm such an idiot! What was I thinking?! Me? A musician? That's just one way to draw attention!

VONARB (O.S)

Axel? Is that you?

AXEL (CONT'D)

I can't b-- (Pause) Ms Vonarb?

Axel immediately opens her stall's door and looks in the direction of ALICIA VONARB'S voice. Vonarb walks towards Axel.

VONARB

And to think I'd meet you here of all places?

AXEL

I never expected to see you here, either.

VONARB

Well, isn't this quite the reunion?

AXEL

Eh. Not really.

VONARB

I'm surprised you got clever enough to get yourself out of prison.

Axel exits her stall.

AXEL

So, is that to say you're impressed with me?

VONARB

Nope. How'd you think I found you here so easily?

AXEL

Easily? That was easy?

VONARB

Anyway... Don't think I came trying to find you for no reason, now.

AXEL

Oh yeah! Coincidentally, I'm a bit short on cash. You don't happen to want to hire me again, don't you?

VONARB

(Laughs)

What? After getting yourself thrown in jail?

AXEL

Oh... (Pause) What are you even here for, anyway?

VONARB

Well. First of all... (Clears throat) Whatever you do, please don't take this the wrong way.

AXEL

Huh?

Silence. The two stare at each other. Axel tilts her head in confusion. Eventually, O MIHO and K CLAYMONT enter the room. Miho holds a taser while Claymont holds a bag.

CLAYMONT

Now, I don't mean to spread any panic or alarm--

AXEL

(Gasps)

You gotta be kidding me!

VONARB

I just said to not take it the wrong way--

AXEL

I knew it! You are as easy to see through as a window! It's 'cause of my “WANTED” sign, isn't it, Vonarb?

VONARB

Wrong!

AXEL

Huh?

VONARB

You see, we're here to keep you away from those authorities. And knowing you, you're probably so incompetent that you'd just wind up stuck in prison again! So, since you're with us, you're going nowhere.

AXEL

What? Why?

VONARB

You're pretty infamous now. And I've got my business to worry about, too. So, if it didn't all add up in that brain of yours, let's just say, I don't want to risk you ratting me out.

AXEL

Yeah, I'm not doing that!

Grabbing her guitar, Axel jumps on the sinks and runs along them. Miho runs to tase her. Axel whacks him with her guitar and then heads right out the door. Claymont follows.

CLAYMONT (O.S)

I got it!

EXT. CITY STREETS – DAY

A view of the front of a pub. There is people scattered everywhere. Suddenly, the door swings right open and Axel sprints outside with her guitar now strapped over her back. She continues along the street. Claymont chases right after.

#OC #Chocco's writing #Characters I may never use again #Chocco's scripts #Uni stuff

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moonctzeny · 4 years

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Heaven and Hell

request:

” You had an eternity to live out, but you wished you could spend it all with him in that moment, on that roof of a house party. How could something as nice as what you were feeling right now be so wrong?”

pairing: demon!Ten x angel! reader

genre: angst,fluff

warnings: this fic is probably religiously innacurate, but more based on the bible’s represantation of angels and demons. I didn’t explicitly describe satan on purpose

word count: 2,298

Being an angel, God’s ambassador and a messenger to humans, meant spiritually guiding them into making righteous decisions. Most times, seeing the mortal beings following your advice into a purer, more honorable lifestyle was extremely rewarding. Other times, like today, it meant attending a high school party, trying to keep impressionable teenagers from drugs, alcohol and sex.

And the being offering these things oh so generously, was no other than the demon who first introduced the feeling of anger in your heart.

Ten was much better than you at blending in, wearing a black shirt that was half-unbuttoned and showed his neck, adorned with chains and devilish signs. A bucket hat covered the two small red horns that were usually peeking out of his locks, a lit up cigarette on his lips. You probably seemed a little lost in comparison, overwhelmed with all the sins already being committed around you. Your wings were tucked awkwardly inside an oversized leather jacket, covering much of the silky ivory dress that always covered your body.

An unseeable force was leading you to him, and you came across his signature smirk when he locked eyes with you. He looks you up and down, smiling at your appearance, as innocent as he always knew you. Taking a drag from his cigarette, he blows the smoke at your face before finally speaking.

“Well, well, isn’t it my favorite little angel. What’s a heavenly creature like you doing in a bad place like this?”

Scoffing at his greeting, you try to fan out the smoke that was making it even harder to breathe around him.

“Trying to save these kids from listening to your terrible advice”

As if to prove your point, Ten pats a boy on the shoulder, offering him two cigarettes.

“Here, my treat. Give one to your girlfriend as well”

The boy smiles at the demon and thanks him before starting to walk away hand in hand with his girl, Ten’s unsuspecting second victim. You try to follow after them, yelling at their direction before they start disappearing into the crowd.

“Did you know that on average, the life expectancy of a smoker is 10 years less than a nonsmoker? Cigarette smoke contains more than 7,000 chemicals, 70 of which are known to-“

Ten puts an arm between you and the teens, keeping you from continuing your lecture.

“Darling, darling, stop. They can’t hear you. They’re too busy trying to find a spot to make out with each other. And then maybe do something more”. You turn red at his statement, holding him responsible once more for filling your pristine soul with rage. “Oh, come on, aren’t you all for love and recreation and all that?”

“Yes. When you find the right person, decide to spend the rest of your life with them. Not at the dirty basement of a house party”

He drops his cigarette to the floor, putting it out with his shoe as he steps closer to you. You get startled as he moves one of his hands on your face, moving a strand of hair away from your eyes.

“Sometimes, being with the wrong person feels so right”

His words made you shiver, but you knew better than to succumb so easily to him. You held his wrist, stilling his hand, despite his touch feeling so good.

“Don’t expect me to fall for your devilish preachings like some human”

“What is that I sense my little angel? Anger? Maybe a little bit of superiority against the mortals?”

“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me”

He grinned at that, glad that tonight’s mission got him to spend time with you. He wasn’t lying earlier, you really were his favorite. The mere sight of you made something unfamiliar to him grow in his belly. A feeling of safety, kindness. He was a being of darkness but being around something as divine as you felt natural to him, his own personal sin.

But your little game of push and pull wasn’t over yet. Your intimate moment got interrupted by a teenage girl, disoriented and looking for her drunken friend. Using your powers to find her, you inform her of the location, and take the vodka bottle gently from her hands. Immediately trying to one up you, Ten grabs it from you and makes eye contact with another boy from across the room. You see a red light flickering in his orbs, enticing his new victim to come closer. The boy indeed walks towards you, completely hypnotized by the demon, accepting the booze, and starts to chug the liquid right in front of you.

“You are so annoying! I just helped that girl not to drink”

“If I’m so annoying then why are you still here? You are the one who came to me first, remember?”

You hated it, but he was right. You’d never let the angels hear about this, but ever since meeting Ten for the first time, you

couldn’t stop thinking about him. Lusting over other creatures, let alone a demon was forbidden, but even an angel couldn’t repudiate his looks, sinfully irresistible. You let yourself get lost in his eyes, admiring their red-ish hue that was intensified by the black eyeliner he wore tonight. His voice brought you out of your thoughts, as seductive as it was expected from a Devil’s servant.

“Wanna get out of here?”

You knew there was nothing you could do to deny him, but decided to save face.

“You would miss the opportunity to see Jimmy over there get drunk with the Hennessy you offered him, just to walk around with a creature of heaven like me?”

“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me”

He took your hand in a manner too sweet for a demon, and led you to the roof of the house.

You were alone, as no one would dare to climb up somewhere so dangerous if they didn’t posses a thousand lives like the two of you. Ten sat next to you, lighting up another cigarette while you took your uncomfortable jacket off.

“I am a fan of leather”, he started and took a drag, “but don’t you dare cover up those pretty wings again”

“I didn’t know that demons could grasp the concept of beauty. Aren’t you supposed to celebrate chaos and ugliness?”

He sat and contemplated his answer for a second.

“Yes. But- you’re different. Too beautiful”

You were shocked by his honesty and deeply flattered by his words. He made you feel prideful of your looks, another thing that the angels wouldn’t approve of. You were supposed to be just a servant, void of the need for individuality and any feelings of vanity.

“Then why are you hiding yourself with that hat?”, you retort quickly in an effort to hide your abashment.

Ten grinned at you, taking his hat off and ruffling his hair. He looked so handsome in his carefreeness that you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Did you miss my horns, my little demon?”

“Y-yeah. They’re cute. And since when did you start calling me your little demon instead of your little angel?”

“Since-”, he started and threw the stub of his cigarette off the roof. There was a moment of doubt from him that made you even more aware of the electric atmosphere. He leaned closer to you, a solemn look on his face and once again, you felt a higher power drawing you to him.

“Since now. My angel, my demon, it doesn’t matter. As long as you’re mine”

His lips tasted bitter from the tobacco, but the kiss was sugary sweet. He put one of his hands over yours, thumb comfortingly rubbing shapes on your skin. You melted against the kiss, unable to think about the ultimate sin you were committing.

It felt so right to be in Ten’s arms. To bask in the moonlight with him, sharing kisses all night long and laughing against his shoulder. You had an eternity to live out, but you wished you could spend it all with him in that moment, on that roof of a house party. How could something as nice as what you were feeling right now be so wrong?

It wasn’t the last time you would meet like that. Going for missions in the same place as him meant sneaking off somewhere together, where you could enjoy each other’s company away from prying eyes. Sometimes, it’d be hard to look away from the small temptations he was planting in humans’ lives, but you knew that in his world, he was sinning as badly as you did.

In your acting moments as a mortal, Ten was always there to protect you from deplorable humans. In your intimate moments, he treated you with care and delicacy. He would do anything to make you smile, and you felt his heart fill up with joy and love, things forbidden in the underworld.

But see, when you work for divinely beings, there are not many things you can

keep hidden. When the angelic host found out about your relationship with Ten, you were banned from heaven, and condemned to hell. You pleaded with them for mercy, telling them that you loved him and love shouldn’t be punished like that, only to respond that your judgement doesn’t mean anything to them.

Ten was right next to you, when you entered the gates of hell. His heart shattered seeing you in your miserable state, immediately pulling your crying mess into a hug.

“Come here baby. We’ll work it out, don’t worry”

A hand rubbed your back to comfort you, the motion only ripping your wings out even more. From the moment you got kicked out from heaven they started falling off, one by one, a tear for a feather.

You felt broken. You didn’t want to face everything you spent all your life fighting against, but if it meant being next to Ten you would give it a shot. Would it be possible to spend your days with him, without guilt, even in a place like this?

Maybe it was foolish of you to think that the devil would allow for a love like this to flourish.

There he stood, the most terrifying and ugly creature you had seen, a morph of everything wrong in this world, eyeing the two of you up and down.

“Banned out of heaven huh? Well, I don’t have enough space in here for the two of you, this isn’t a bed and breakfast for young lovers”

Ten held your hand to ground you, sensing your desperation.

“Oh come on, she defied the angels! There must be a place for her”

Asking for mercy? From the devil? It was futile and Ten knew, with the way the being answered him nonchalantly, as if your fate wasn’t in the line.

“Sorry, but I’m gonna have to send her to the purgatory”

Of course he would say that, what’s more evil than ripping two creatures that are meant to be together away from each other?

“The purgatory? And what am I supposed to do there?” The devil smiled at you, spreading goosebumps all over your skin.

“Nothing. You’ll stay there, all alone in the emptiness. Forever”

You fell on your knees, weeping. You had lost everything, defied your morals and your place in heaven to be with your lover, only to have him taken away for eternity. The fiery rocks beneath you dug through your skin but your heart hurt more.

Next to you, Ten was consumed with another feeling he experienced for the very first time. Guilt. All these sins he had led the humans to commit through the years had never affected him like this. You were the only thing in his life he was proud of. His treasure, that he promised himself to protect and now, you were just another creature who would suffer because of him.

“I’ll go”, he said determined, and you could see him shaking, even through your tear-induced blurry vision. “I’ll go instead of her. And she can stay here”

You got up on your feet and immediately started pleading for him to stop, that he shouldn’t give up his life too, that you loved him so it was worth it. But Ten wasn’t budging.

One might think that the devil wouldn’t really bat an eye at the requested switch, as he made pretty clear that beings so inferior to him such as you and Ten don’t matter to him. Instead, he looked like the throne he sat on was made out of the lava moving in rivers around you, a disgusted look on his face.

“Ugh! How can a spawn of the devil suggest something like that? You expect me to keep you here, Chittaphon? After this whole altruistic, benevolent shit show you played out right now?” You and Ten were frozen in place, holding your breaths, waiting for his next words. “You disgust me, I don’t want either of you here. Since you are both so terrible at being supernatural beings, you go live as mortals. And we’ll see where you both belong to when you die”

Losing your immortality wasn’t easy. You felt like a little kid experiencing the world for the first time with all the jealousy, sorrow, and anxiety that consumed you in your weakest moments. Ten wasn’t sure how to be nurturing, how to feel wholesome or at peace. You had to guide him through all those new warm feelings in his belly, your first child together teaching him a lot. That vulnerability, that your divine natures weren’t capable of before, deepened your understanding of each other. A new start that made you stronger. And you were sure that even when you go to the other life again, you will still be together.

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Perfectionist

SUMMARY: You had been caught up with your art for so long that you forgot about your school duties...but fortunately, your crush and friend Izuku Midoriya comes over to lend you a hand.

TW: nothing tbh? cursing and a bit of suggestive content?

Genre: fluff, humor? just pining in general

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x artist!gn!reader.

a/n-please read: i’ve noticed that my activity of likes and reblogs on my content has lowered recently. is there anything you guys would like me to write in particular? please let me know ^^ (i already published an aizawa oneshot and will be doing one for shigaraki later on.) as always, please leave a like, reblog, comment and/or follow me if you enjoyed! xx

If you could describe your art in one word, you'd choose the word perfectionist. It wasn't like you liked being a perfectionist, but that's just how you were.

While some artists worked for recognition, fame, and others simply enjoyed making art, your case was... a little bit different.

When you did art, you strived for excellence. Perfect. Not one mistake. A smudge of dirt? Unproportional objects? It looks terrible. Think you can do better? You have to make it perfect. That didn't mean you did art out of obligation. It was your favorite hobby, but your perfectionist tendencies with your art knew no limits.

Though, you really wished that the perfectionist tendencies you had with your art would translate into your daily routine. Because outside of your art, you were a fucking mess.

You weren't the tidiest person, and your parents had given you hell because of that in your childhood. While you were responsible and kept your word, there were other instances where things slipped from your mind and you felt like the biggest, useless idiot in the world.

Today was one of those days. After a tiring school day from U.A, you retreated into your dorms, determined to spend the rest of your free time into your art.

You had rolled out your mixed media notebook, opened your soft pastel package and opened your laptop with a compile of several reference images, and got to work.

Your artwork's inspiration was the one and only- Izuku Midoriya-, who happened to be your long term crush and close friend.

His green hair sparked so many ideas and inspiration in your mind, you had to control yourself and pay attention in class and not drift towards his messy hair. His wide and bright green eyes made your stomach twist like an acrobat, making you feel like so flustered that your face would heat up to no end.

You let out a soft laugh and shook your head, deciding to stop all your endless thoughts of Izuku. It was time to focus on your artwork. You were about two hours or three into your work, blending with your finger and smoothing outlines when your phone rang.

A shocked gasp left you when you noticed the caller ID. It was Tsuyu!

''Fuck!'' you cursed. You had forgotten that you were going to help Tsuyu out with a school project! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

''Oh my god Tsu, I'm so sorry-'' you began to apologize quickly, feeling shame and regret bubble in your stomach.

''It's okay, Y/N. Ribbit. Don't worry about it, Uraraka came over and she's helping me out. Though, you should start on that school project Aizawa-sensei gave you,''

Panic began to take over your body as your breathing became heavier and slower.

''Um, y-yeah. You're right. Th-thanks for reminding me, I'll see you tomorrow.'' You quickly ended the call and threw your phone on your bed. Muffling a scream, you began to pull at your hair as you walked in circles in your room.

''Oh my fucking god,'' you breathed. ''Why do I screw everything up?''

You bitterly stared at the incomplete artwork that sat on your desk, Izuku's bright smile staring up at you. You had been drawing Izuku in a sunflower field, but now it seemed that your project would be paused.

Your choice had been based on the thought that Izuku was like a sunflower. He was beautiful, warm, and bright, and he would always face the sun. Determined to reach light and happiness. And where there wasn't any sun, he would reach out to those who surrounded them. Izuku was an inspiration- he would always help those in need, no matter who they were or the consequences he would receive.

A strangled noise of sadness escaped you as you began to close and put away your art supplies. Once your desk was clear, you began to pull out your school materials. You glanced at the time and much to your dismay, it was 9 PM.

It was so late! And you still had to write down that essay that Aizawa had tasked you with- the history and categories of quirks.

''Oh god,'' the words left your lips as a weak whimper. ''How am I supposed to finish this and get some sleep?'' you sighed as you rubbed your temple. ''I guess I'll just pull an all-nighter.''

A defeated sigh left your lips as you began to write the essay, feeling your eyebags become deeper and more pronounced with each hour of sleep that you missed. It wasn't until three hours later that you heard a soft knock on your door. You jumped in your seat but made no noise as you approached your door.

''Who is it?'' you called out warily. Who in their right mind would visit your dorm at midnight?

''Oh, it's me, Izuku, Y/N!'' Izuku's cheerful and soft voice called out.

A bright smile took over your lips as you opened the door. ''Hey Izuku! What brings you to my dorm at midnight?'' you cock an eyebrow at him, smiling at his bashful reaction.

''U-Uh, I just wanted to help you out!'' he stammered. The tip of his ears burned red and you chuckled. ''I thought you might need some help with your essay...?'' he cocked his head to the right and smiled sheepishly.

Eyes widening, you nodded vigorously as you opened the door wider to let him.

''Of course!'' you exclaimed. ''Thank you so much! I was caught up with my shitty artwork, so I totally forgot about the essay,'' you huffed, shaking your head in disapproval.

Izuku offered you a small smile and opened his mouth to intervene, but he was too late since you had already sat down and looked at him expectantly.

''So, I have about a third of the essay done, but I'm not good in this area,'' you scratched the back of your neck sheepishly. ''Do you know about quirks and all that stuff?''

Know about quirks? Izuku nearly scoffed. He was an expert in quirks! His entire life had consisted of writing down notes, rambling like a madman, studying his favorite heroes, and their quirks. Quirks were such an interesting and diverse subject, how could he not know about them?

''Of course!'' he said with a bright smile. ''So we should start with the origin of quirks and that means...'' Izuku continued talking, but the way his eyes shone with passion and how his green curls bounced constantly had you distracted.

How could you focus on what he was saying when the mere sight of him left you speechless?

''-N? Y/N?'' Izuku's confused expression snapped you out of your trance. You straightened your posture as you blinked and nodded several times.

''Huh? Oh, sorry Izuku,'' you smiled awkwardly. ''I got distracted.''

He nodded and continued to explain and this time, you tried your best to listen to his words and not focus on his bright green eyes. They shone like the most beautiful emeralds-

Stop it! you scolded yourself. Focus.

Once Midoriya finished his explanation, you had a decent grip and idea of the subject and the two of you began to compose the essay. Hours flew by as the two of you chattered and wrote down parts and bits of the essay in your notebook.

''Okay!'' you exclaimed. ''I think we have everything covered...now I just have to glue it all together and make it cleaner...'' your voice trailed off. Staying up late drained the energy out of you, and you could feel your eyelids drooping.

''Y/N?'' Izuku cautiously reached out his hand and tapped you on the shoulder. ''Are you feeling okay?''

You coughed awkwardly as you nodded and began to write down the essay quickly, despite the lack of energy in your body. You refused to meet Izuku's gaze.

''Yeah!'' your voice was unnaturally squeaky. ''I'm just a bit tired, but I'll get this done quickly.'' you offered him a quick smile before returning your gaze to the paper.

Midoriya nodded and stayed at your side as you wrote down the essay, much to your dismay. Now that the two of you were quiet, you became painfully aware of how close Izuku was. Your arms brushed against each other and his warm breath hit the side of your neck. You slightly squirmed in your seat. His breath made you ticklish.

The last thing you remember from that night is writing the essay but the more you wrote, the tired you felt and before you realized, you had fallen asleep on Izuku's shoulder.

The boy frowned when he noticed you had stopped writing only to realize that you had fallen asleep against him. His face reddened and his heart sped up. You were so...so...close to him!

Your body was so warm. With a shaky breath, he inched forward and made sure to not wake you up. Izuku figured that you had worn yourself out today, so he decided that he would finish your essay. He spent another hour sitting next to you, trying his best to replicate your handwriting and carefully choose his words to finish the essay.

Once he was done, Midoriya slumped back as his body relaxed. He carefully maneuvered around you and picked you up. Once he had laid you on your bed, he quickly turned off the lights and ran out of your room. It took him a lot of courage and strength to carry you and now his face was beet red. Izuku sighed loudly as he speedwalk towards his dorm. Your perfume was all over him and now he couldn't think of anything but you!

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When your phone began to ring with your alarm, the first thing that you noticed is that you were in...your bed?

You groaned as you tried to collect your memories from yesterday. Midoriya was the first thing that came to your mind and a smile tugged at your lips.

The essay! You jumped out of bed and stared at the piece of paper on your desk, only to find it complete? Your eyes widened as you stared at the details of the handwriting. Midoriya must've finished it! you thought as you shoved it inside your backpack.

''Oh man...'' you mumbled as you raced around in your room, preparing to head out for class. ''I have to thank Midoriya for this! He's so thoughtful...''

You raced out of your dorm and picked up your speed when you noticed that nearly everyone had already left for class. Once you reached the U. A building and spotted a familiar green-haired boy, you raced towards him and wrapped him in a tight hug.

''Hey, Izuku! Sorry for dashing in like this, but thank you so, so much for this! I owe you one!'' you continued to blabber and once you finished, you pressed a soft and tender kiss on Izuku's freckled cheek.

You pulled away with a wide smile. Izuku's jaw had dropped open and he could only stare in you in shock as his entire face bloomed bright red.

''Oh! I'm sorry! Did I make you uncomfortable?'' you mumbled. You wrung your hands together and lowered your gaze to the ground. You felt your once ecstatic heart drop to your stomach.

''No! No, no that's not it Y/N!'' Izuku's voice was squeakier than usual and you raised your head with a frown. ''Um, I'm very glad,'' he smiled softly.

''Could you um...'' he scratched his head and lowered his eyes to the ground.

''Could you make it up to me with a-a da-da...'' he stammered several times. You grinned and tilted your head to the side.

''Do you mean a date?'' your grin grew wider when you saw his bashful expression.

''Yeah...'' he mumbled.

You giggled happily and pressed a kiss on his cheek. Izuku's eyes widened and you could sense the waves of heat from his face.

''I'll be glad to go on a date with you, Izuku.''

i hope you guys enjoyed!! have a good day!

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tempesrature · 3 years

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IDOL | Chapter 5 [Unfinished]

Platinum x Ride or Die (AU) Crossover

Pairings: (Major) Ride or Die | Logan x Ellie (Minor) Platinum | M!Raleigh x Cadence Warnings: PG13+ Word Count: 11k+ A/N: I can’t even begin to apologize that I’m leaving this story unfinished. I tried to finish it, I really did but school is just so heavy right now that I barely have time to do anything else. And as I’ve said, the passion isn’t there anymore. I’ll post up to whatever I’ve written and if given the time, I’ll definitely come back to finish it. If you decide to drop this story, I completely understand. I’m sorry that I let you down :( @troublemakerinspace @raleiighcarrera @harrys-wheezys @raleeeighcarreras

“Wow, when you said you’d pick me up I thought you meant your manager was going to drive us.”

“The option was definitely there,” Logan grins as he pushes himself off of the yellow and black-striped 2005 Devore GT to stand in front of her. “But I thought it would be nice if I drive.”

Ellie chuckles as she makes her way to the passenger’s door and takes her seat just as Logan slides into the driver’s seat.

“Are you a good driver?” Ellie asks teasingly as she buckles her seatbelt. “If I get into a car accident and Mona finds out, she’ll call the ambulance and tell it to turn around.”

“I’m a great driver,” Logan chuckles as he revs the engine and he pulls out into the road. “Do you trust me?”

Ellie blinks at him for a moment before a smile tugs on her lips. “Weirdly enough, yes.”

The smile on Logan’s face strums the little tiny strings of her heart. It’s absurd how good he looks behind the wheel. If he was handsome during the any normal setting, it’s magnified by tenfold at how easy and comfortable he is as he drives. She tries not to stare at him, telling herself that she has set ground rules for how she’ll interact with Logan, but she seems to be breaking them every minute she’s in his presence.

“As an honored guest of the Devore, you have the privilege of picking the song.”

Ellie chuckles as she pulls out her phone and scrolls through her playlist. “Do you treat every passenger like this?”

“Only the pretty ones,” He glances at her with a devilish smile and a small wink.

She ducks her head to hide away the blush before her eyes light up at the instrumental track of Candy. She had asked Micah to send it to her so she could practice a little on her own before promotions truly start and they’ll have to start appearing on TV to sing it. She clicks on the song and the intro of the synth fills the car and a smile pulls on Logan’s lips.

“Logan, let’s do it live.”

“Huh?”

Logan barely has time to register her words when she starts to sing the intro of the song as she dances and does small body rolls in time with the beat. Logan lets out a laugh and he glances at her in amusement as he listens to her and waits for his cue.

Their voices fill the inside of the car—teasing, playful, flirty—and Ellie feels light and free. She’s never had this before, someone she can sing along with without the pressure of hitting the right note or conveying the right emotions. Even when she’s singing with Raleigh or Cadence, there’s always a certain standard she has to hold herself around them. After all, her voice croaking in front of those two would send her into a spiral of embarrassment.

But she doesn’t have the same worry with Logan.

Cadence had told her of this feeling—the feeling of being able to sing with someone that you’re so in tune with that it feels natural when there’s only you, the other person and the music. Cadence said that she has that with Raleigh.

And now…Ellie can admit a little that she just might have it with Logan.

The fourth verse comes in and he glances at her briefly, their gaze locking, and she grins as they sing out the next lines together in a perfect blend of light and husky.

I say, I want to be clear and simple I want to adjust just for you, oh yeah I'll give you something original I know how complicated you are

Logan attempts the sustained high note in the bridge and Ellie rolls her eyes because of course he still has excellent breathing control and can let out a perfect G#4 note even while seating down. At this point, Ellie feels like there’s nothing this guy can’t do.

The song finally finishes the last of its note and the playlist jumps to the next song on her list, a slow and soothing song from Cadence’s new album. A comfortable silence settles between them and Ellie is once again amazed that even in the silence, it doesn’t feel awkward or stifled.

“I’m probably the luckiest fan in the world,” Logan says as he turns into an intersection. “I get to hear you sing live with only me as the audience.”

Ellie smiles. “Don’t sell yourself short. I’m pretty lucky to hear you sing live as well. You have a great voice.”

“Thanks,” He chuckles a little as he stops at a red light. “I’m really glad that I got to do this collab with you Ellie.”

“Me too,” She leans back and lays her head on the window. “Which reminds me. I never got to ask. Why the sudden genre shift? The song’s great but it’s not your usual release.”

Logan nods with a small smile, a look of apprehension crossing his face in a blink of a second.

“I really don’t like my songs. I just got roped into singing it because it sells,” He takes one hand off of wheel and gestures to himself. “Along with the whole heartbroken bad boy image.”

Ellie nods and looks at him sadly. It’s not that uncommon for companies to completely have control over an artists sound and image. It’s usually for younger and newer artists where they have no power to truly choose what they want to do with their music. She was lucky than when she started out, she had Raleigh and Cadence backing her so whatever musical direction she was going to venture into was going to be supported by two music industry giants. But for artists like Logan? They’re perpetually bound to whatever their producers want for them until they can somehow break out of the image without alienating their current fans. Fortunately for Logan, their collab single ‘Candy’ is a big hit. Maybe this will even open up the path for him to finally sing songs he actually likes.

“Are you saying that you’ve never had your heart broken then?” She teases. “Is that why you can’t fully commit to the heartbroken bad boy image?”

“Maybe I’m the one that breaks hearts,” Logan says, his voice almost pained, before the light turns green and he drives. “Or maybe I just don’t like the bad boy title.”

Ellie chuckles a little. “Yeah it’s pretty outdated. Plus, if you can’t hold yourself to the same standard as Raleigh Carrera then why even try?”

“What? Property damage and grand theft auto?” He smirks. “I could totally do that.”

“Hey! The courts cleared that up, the car was legit,” She laughs and leans back on the seat. “It created a shitstorm in the company though and any car he wants to buy has to go through the suits now. Cadence was not happy.”

“I’ll bet,” Logan snickers as he pulls up to the restaurant he had recommended to Ellie the night before. “Cadence seems like she doesn’t take any of Raleigh’s shit.”

“You have no idea,” Ellie chuckles as she unbuckles her seatbelt and gets out of the car. “But I guess that’s what makes them work.”

“Yeah?” Logan grins as he opens the glass door for her.

“Yeah,” She looks around the restaurant and sees that it’s practically empty except for them. “Uh…you sure this place is open?”

“Yeah it’s owned by—Vaughn!” Logan turns to walk to Vaughn coming out of the kitchen and gives him a hug.

“Logan!” Vaughn exclaims as he returns Logan’s hug and looks over to where Ellie is standing. “Woah, you brought your girlfriend? I thought you were bringing Ellie over.”

Ellie tries to rein in the blush on her cheeks but fails miserably as Logan stands next to her.

“This is Ellie,” He turns to look at her with an apologetic smile. “Sorry about him, he’s clueless when it comes to anything other than cooking.”

Ellie smiles as she steps forward and offers her hand. “Nice to meet you Vaughn. Are you Logan’s friend?”

“Cousin more like it,” Logan corrects with a fond smile.

“We ain’t actually related. But we’re family. Known each other for a long time,” Vaughn replies as he motions to the empty restaurant. “Pick a seat! I’ll have the specials right out.”

Logan turns to look at Ellie expectantly as he points to the table hidden away from the glass windows. They take their seats across each other and Ellie is only now realizing how much all of this feels like a date. She banishes those thoughts as quickly as they came, this is just a casual hanging out with a potential friend and co-worker. That’s all there is.

“So, do you always clear out restaurants when you bring girls out for lunch?”

Ellie cringes at herself and groans internally. She was thinking it of course but she didn’t expect herself to outright say it.

“Not often,” Logan replies with a smile. “This place is pretty popular. I had to ask some serious favors from Vaughn so we could have it for ourselves today.”

Ellie smiles a little. “You didn’t have to, you know. I would’ve been fine either way.”

“I was thinking that a thousand pair of eyes constantly glancing at you while you eat would be uncomfortable.”

Ellie chuckles as she tucks her hair behind her ear. “You overestimate how much I get recognized in public. People rarely ever notice.”

“Liar,” Logan grins. “I would’ve noticed you from a thousand miles away.”

Ellie grimaces a little as she looks at him teasingly. “Not to be rude but are you always this…flirty?”

Logan laughs as he looks at her face earnestly. “Can’t help myself I guess.”

Ellie rolls her eyes a little. Perhaps that’s why it’s so difficult for her to stick to the rules and guidelines she’s set up for Logan when he seems to be so adept at making her break them.

The ping of Logan’s phone cuts through the silence and he grabs it from the table, astonishment and awe taking hold of his face.

“Woah,” Logan says as he turns his phone to her. “Looks like Candy has 80 million views on PlayMe now.”

“Seriously?!” Ellie exclaims as she takes his phone and stares at the number below the video. “This is insane.”

“Yeah I didn’t think it would be this popular…” Logan says in awe before his face softens.

“I did,” Ellie grins as she hands him his phone back. “And not just because of me by the way. The song is really great Logan. You should write your own stuff more often.”

“After this, maybe I’ll finally be able to,” Logan looks at her gratefully. “Thanks Ellie. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

“No problem. I really meant what I said back then. About how I can help you out and be your friend. If you ever need help just hit me up and—” Ellie’s eyes flick to the ringing of her phone and her eyebrows shoot up in surprise when she sees Mona’s name flashing on the screen. She had already informed Mona that she’ll be taking the day off so this call must be important. “Sorry it’s my manager. I’ll be quick.”

Logan nods. “Take your time.”

Ellie nods as she grabs her phone and moves a little ways away from their table before she takes the call.

“Mona hi, what’s up?”

“Are you with Logan?”

Ellie’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and absolute fear. She hadn’t said anything about why she wanted a day off. Was Mona just this good? Was someone tailing her?

“Uh…yes,” She replies as she looks around the restaurant in apprehension in case she’ll see Mona suddenly pop out of nowhere. “But its just lunch I swear! And we’re both sober and we’ll stay sober. I’m not up to trouble—”

“I don’t care about that, put me on loud speaker. I need to talk to you both and make sure you’re alone.”

“To us…both?” Ellie asks as she confusingly makes her way back to the table. Logan looks at her with a question in his eyes just as she takes her seat again. Ellie shrugs before she pulls the phone away from her ear, puts in on loud speaker and places it in the middle of the table. “You’re on loud speaker Mona.”

“Good. Logan, can you hear me?”

“Uh yeah I can,” Logan looks to Ellie for answers but Ellie merely shakes her head signaling that she doesn’t know either. “What can I do for you?”

“I’ll cut right to the chase. With how popular Candy’s release is, the company has approved the music video. We’ll start production in two weeks.”

“Seriously?!” Ellie exclaims as she shares an excited and happy look with Logan. “That’s great news Mona!”

“Yeah and one more thing. We need you both in a fake relationship to drum up the release of the music video. I already went through this with your manager Logan. He should be calling you about this soon.”

“Woah wait,” Logan looks at Ellie’s phone apprehensively before he glances at Ellie. “Fake relationship? This isn’t. I mean I wasn’t—”

“Mona you know how I feel about fake relationships,” Ellie cuts in, annoyance lacing her voice. “Why can’t we just promote the song the normal way?”

“This isn’t just about the song Ellie, it’s to clean up your image as well. Everyone loves you with Logan, he’ll basically become your Cadence.”

Ellie frowns.

“If Ellie isn’t comfortable with this then I won’t do it,” Logan replies sternly.

“Fine then, you both have until the end of the day to give me your final decision,” Mona pauses for a moment before her voice drops down to something soft and caring. “This is good for you Ellie. I wouldn’t have suggested this unless I knew it was going to work. Have I ever led you wrong?”

Mona doesn’t afford Ellie the time to reply as she drops the call. Ellie lets out a heavy sigh and takes the phone and shoves it into her pocket, hoping that she won’t have any more calls to ruin her day.

“Shit. This is fucked up,” Logan says as anger and annoyance takes hold of his voice.

“Yeah but not uncommon,” She sighs and leans back on her seat as she thinks about it.

When Cadence revealed to her that the first time Raleigh and her started to date was actually just a fake relationship, she had vowed herself to never take that route. Mainly because she wanted to spare herself from the drama of being in a fake relationship with someone she had no feelings for. Pretending to kiss and fawn over a guy she’ll barely talk to outside of a few convincing texts to screenshot and post on Twitter to parade their relationship around like a prized horse.

She wants to be authentically herself because she owes it to the fans that love and support her.

“What do you think Logan?”

“I mean what I said Ellie,” Logan says as he leans forward a little and gazes into her eyes. “If you don’t want this then I don’t want this.”

A small smile tugs on her lips. “So if I was okay with this…you’d do it?”

Logan chuckles a little. “I mean…would any fan pass up the opportunity to fake date their idol?”

Ellie laughs a little as she takes the table napkin in her hands and twists it around nervously. She weighs her options. Mona wasn’t lying about the image clean up. It’s no doubt that once her new album drops in the coming months, it’ll be used to comb through all of her relationships in the past. So much of the songs she plans to record in the album revolves around heartbreak and recovering from that heartbreak that she knows full well that her critics will unfairly attach a guy to every track in that album. If she gets into a fake relationship with Logan and they “break up” amicably, then all of it will just bounce back to Logan alone. Maybe they could even spin the story so that she’s the dumpee which would then earn her sympathy and support for getting dumped by a truly great guy.

Plus, if she’s being honest with herself, it’ll give her a test run on the tiny crush she has on him without all the pesky strings of getting attached in a real relationship.

It’s all just positives at this point so how could she say no?

“Okay, I’ve made up my mind,” She glances up at Logan shyly before she steels her confidence and clears her throat. “So uh Logan, will you be my very first fake boyfriend?”

The way his eyes sparkle and the way the smile stretches on his lips makes Ellie momentarily forget how to breathe.

“I’ll make you so happy Ellie,” He promises, more truthfully than he had initially intended before he reaches forward and offers his hand. “It’ll be an honor to have you as my first fake girlfriend.”

Ellie laughs a little as she takes his hand, his palms warm against hers, and shakes on the deal just as Vaughn comes arrives with his specialties and sets it the down on the table with a big grin before he goes back into the kitchen.

“Okay, so how did it happen?”

Logan looks at her curiously just as he’s about to take a bite from his burger. “How did what happen?”

“I mean how did we start dating? Why did we start dating?”

He blinks at her, confusion clear on his face. “Because you like me and I like you back?”

“Not good enough,” Ellie says as she takes a bite from chicken sandwich. “It has to be authentic and it has to be meaningful.”

Logan chuckles a little nervously, not really expecting her to be this thorough about the whole thing. After all, he was just planning to post a Pictagram post about it and leave it at that.

“Love at first sight then?”

Ellie coughs and thumps her chest as she looks at him in disbelief. “Seriously? That’s so cliché!”

“It’s plausible,” He smiles and looks at her pointedly as Ellie rolls her eyes.

“How about this. We hung out a lot after the recording, we talked and realized that we had a lot in common and we ended up liking each other.”

“Why is this so important?” Logan frowns as he throws a French fry into his mouth. “Why is it anyone’s business how we got together? Isn’t it enough that we’re dating?”

Ellie scoffs as she takes a sip of her glass of water. “You’ve clearly never been in a fake relationship before.”

“Neither have you,” Logan replies as he playfully bumps her knee under the table.

“Yeah but I got references,” She grins as she raises her phone and waves it a little. “People always love the backstory and we’ll probably get asked about it a lot so it’s better to get our stories straight to really sell it.”

“Right…speaking of selling it, is kissing allowed?” Logan asks cheekily. “What are my boundaries? What are the things I can and can’t do?”

Ellie chuckles a little. “Kissing should be allowed in public. I mean, how else would we make it convincing? Hugging and touching is fine too—as long as it’s in public.”

“Got it,” Logan smiles.

“How about you? What are my boundaries?”

Logan tilts his head to the side with a playful smile. “No food in the Devore?”

Ellie laughs. “Is that all? You’re easy to please.”

“I’m a simple guy I guess,” Logan hands her some tissues when some of the sauce clings to the side of her lips. “We should probably also lay out all of our bad habits while we’re at it. Get it all out in the air so we don’t annoy each other.”

Ellie nods. “You’re right. I’ll go first. I’m cranky during mornings and I hate food that feels mushy no matter how good it tastes.”

“Hmm…” Logan perches his elbow on the table and leans his cheek on his closed hand. “No one drives the Devore but me and I’m really particular about my hair products.”

“You should tell me what you use in your hair. I don’t know how you got it to be so soft,” An embarrassed flush takes hold of her cheeks when she realizes that she just brought up the night she had undoubtedly buried her fingers in his hair.

“I could take you out shopping,” Logan offers with a knowing smile. “Part of the fake boyfriend experience.”

“And I’ll make sure to drag you around multiple stores,” Ellie smiles teasingly. “Part of the fake girlfriend experience.”

Logan pretends to groan as he tilts his head back. “I feel like I’m getting the short end of this deal.”

“Hey!” She bumps her knee against his underneath the table. “You get to fake date the Ellie Wheeler, not many can say they had the privilege.”

“You’re right,” Logan answers honestly, his eyes gazing into hers. “I’m really lucky.”

Ellie smiles softly as a bubble of worry start to form itself in her stomach. “Do you think…we’ll be fine? I mean, nothing bad is gonna happen right?”

“What’s the worse that could happen?” Logan asks with a shrug as he leans back on his chair. “We get along and we make great music together. Everything’s going to be fine.”

Ellie nods a little, her fears disappearing with his words. With how crazy her life has been in the past few months, this could very well be the first break she’ll get since the Colt scandal. In theory, nothing bad should happen if she just keeps her crush as just a crush and cruise through the next few months until their eventual breakup.

Everything is going to be great.

~*~

“I’m calling Mona right now.”

“Babe, come on. This is Ellie’s decision—”

“Shut up Raleigh,” Cadence leaves it at that as she moves to the kitchen of their penthouse and starts a heated discussion with Mona.

Ellie looks towards Cadence direction a little guiltily. After she had lunch with Logan and after ironing out the last of the details for their fake relationship, she decided to drop by Cadence and Raleigh’s penthouse so she could give them the news herself rather than the subtle and suggestive Pictagram posts they’ll both be dropping within the week.

Raleigh sighs and runs his hand through his brown and messy hair before he looks at Ellie sitting on their plush couch. “So how long is this going to go on?”

“About three months or so,” Ellie says as she takes some of the candy they usually leave out on their coffee table. “Until I’m almost finished with my album I think. Mona still hasn’t told me the specifics.”

“Hmm…” Raleigh acknowledges as he observes her quietly. “Want some advice?”

“Uh, I didn’t know you’d have some Raleigh, you did say I should fake date him to promote the song,” Ellie grins as Raleigh glares at her lightly. “But alright, give it to me.”

“Take it from someone who got fucked up from a fake relationship,” He motions his head towards the kitchen. “If you have even the slightest feelings for him, don’t do it or you’re going to end up hurting yourself.”

Ellie frowns. “But you two worked out though…”

“Yeah but the shit we went through?” Raleigh sighs as he shakes his head, his voice a little pained. “I had to watch her get dragged by the media and I couldn’t do or say shit because we “broke up”, then I had to pretend like I was over her and pretend like I didn’t give a shit when I saw her kiss another guy. Even if it was a fake rel. That shit messes with your head, you know?”

Ellie nods sadly. “I won’t develop feelings for Logan. I promise.”

“Good, keep it that way,” Raleigh shrugs before the familiar playful and teasing smile makes its way to his lips. “But if you start to feel like it’s there, it’s a good indication that its time to bounce.”

Ellie grins just as Cadence makes her way back into the living room with a huff and deep furrow on her eyebrows.

“I talked to Mona.”

“Sounds more like it was yelling babe.”

Raleigh merely smiles at the glare Cadence sends his way before she sits next to Ellie and takes Ellie’s hands into hers.

“I understand why you did this. I’m not going to say it’s easy but if this is what you really want then I won’t stop you. Just…be careful okay?”

“Yeah and have fun!” Raleigh says as he reaches out to the bowl of candy and throws it towards Ellie who clumsily catches it. “I’ve met Logan, he’s a nice guy.”

“Aren’t they all?” Cadence sighs as she leans back on the couch. “I’m not saying that it won’t be fun. Sure, it will be but it’s also going to difficult when the real and fake just…blur together and that’s when it starts to get less fun.”

“When did it start to blur for you Cadence?” Ellie asks innocently as Raleigh’s eyes sparkle in absolute delight as he leans forward and looks at his fiancée with curiosity and affection.

“Yeah Cadence when did it start to blur for you?”

Cadence rolls her eyes as a small smile tugs her lips. “The charity function when we sneaked away.”

“Ah,” Raleigh leans back with a fond smile. “That’s a good one.”

Ellie’s eyes bounce between them and she already knows that she’s effectively been shut out. Not that she minds, she’s practically used to the two of them so attached and magnetized to each other that it’s not uncommon for her to feel like the perpetual third-wheel.

“Right, I’m going home guys,” Ellie announces as she stands from the couch and unconsciously pockets the candy Raleigh had thrown to her. “I still have songs to write.”

“Keep up us updated!” Cadence calls out as Ellie makes her way to the penthouse elevator. “About the album and Logan!”

“Always,” Ellie calls out just as the elevator doors close in front of her. She sighs and leans back on the elevator and lets her mind wander. It’s not like she didn’t have her apprehensions, after all she’s well aware of the things she could be risking if she ends up falling for Logan.

But a part of her is undoubtedly curious. What kind of boyfriend would Logan be? Would he be just as cheesy and flirty or would she see a different side to him? Would she be able to pull some inspiration from their fake relationship for her album?

The last question makes her flush a little as she gets into the cab and makes her way back to her penthouse. It wouldn’t be weird for her to write a song about Logan, after all an artist is supposed to get inspiration from the influence and their environment right? It would be weirder if she didn’t have any songs about Logan on her album if they plan to fake date for three months or so.

Ellie doesn’t have time to fully delve into those thoughts when she reaches the building her penthouse and she hurriedly makes her way to her floor. She goes through the motions of putting away her keys and flicking on the lights before she makes her way to her bedroom and flops down on the mattress.

She takes a minute to stare at the nonsense patterns of her ceiling before she reaches into her pocket to pull out her phone when her hands close in on a small round object. She pulls it out and looks at the red candy with confusion before she realizes that it’s from Raleigh and Cadence’s place.

An idea suddenly hits as she quickly scrambles to sit up on the bed and takes out her phone. She tears open the wrapper and presses the candy on her lips. She turns the camera of her phone to her before she snaps twenty or so pictures before settles on one and places a filter to make it look a little bit aesthetically pleasing. A wide smile takes hold of her lips as she pulls up her Pictagram account and posts the picture with the caption:

Boy I’m your candy. Tell me what you’re waiting for.

It’s subtle and suggestive, just like they agreed on, after all it’s just part of the lyrics for their single ‘Candy’ and people could even say that Ellie is simply promoting the song—but with no link to the actual single nor the usual words of “stream Candy” attached anywhere, the comments that rush in quickly figure out what she’s hinting on.

I knew it! I fucking knew it! This is folks, this is the sign we needed that they’re dating. Oh my god I’m so happy but I’m so sad?? But I’m so happy too omg If she breaks his heart, I’m gonna kill her. I heard that there’s gonna be an MV dropping. Will we get a kiss scene???

Ellie laughs a little as she lays back down on the bed and continues to scroll through the comments that come in. She skips through the hate comments, already immune to them at this point, and focuses on the love and support of their “relationship”. She feels a little tinge of guilt that she’s fooling her fans like this but at the end of the day, it’s her life and she’s allowed to live it according to how she wants to.

A notification pops up in her screen and her heart races when she sees that Logan has posted something. She navigates to his page and when the picture loads, the little squeal of delight she lets out is both embarrassing and well-earned.

The picture is a shirtless selfie of Logan with a piece of candy trapped tantalizingly between his teeth as he looks into the camera with playful smile and sparkling brown eyes. The caption at the bottom reading:

Girl I’m your candy. All I want is you my love.

It’s far from the “subtle” that they had agreed on but it’s not like she dislikes it. In fact, it puts a silly smile on her face that she can’t wipe away. Now, she’s wondering if this truly is his first fake relationship because he just seems too good at it.

Ellie goes to look at the picture again, carefully trying to commit to memory everything about it, before she closes her phone and tosses it next to her. She knows that tomorrow, every celebrity gossip blog is going to start writing articles about their Pictagram posts and she’ll feel the full effects of their fake relationship once dawn breaks.

But for now, she allows herself to get lost in her thoughts and lets the exhaustion of the day pull her to sleep. Because tomorrow, she’ll be going through an experience she’s never had before.

An experience that, that she hopes, will bring more good than bad.

~*~

“Helloooo? Earth to Ellie?” Ingrid huffs as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. “Look if you’re too busy to hang out with me and get pics for my Pictagram, we can always reschedule.”

“Huh? Oh, sorry,” Ellie replies sheepishly as she places her phone on the table. “My bad Ingrid, what were you saying?”

“I was saying,” Ingrid says as she gestures her hand to Ellie, her sparkly pink nails glinting under the florescent lights of the café. “What’s up with you and Logan?”

“Nothing’s up.”

Ellie’s phone pings with a new message and Ingrid narrows her eyes suspiciously as she leans in and swipes Ellie’s phone from the table. Ellie scrambles to get it back but Ingrid is too quick and she’s already inputting Ellie’s password and seeing the new message.

“Still up for date night, El?” Ingrid reads in delight and shock before she turns to Ellie with a dramatic gasp. “Ellie Wheeler you’re dating Logan and you didn’t tell me? What, are we not friends anymore or something?”

“Shh!” Ellie moves across the table between them and grabs her phone as she nervously looks around the semi-crowded space of the café. “And he’s exaggerating. It’s not date night, we’re just watching a movie.”

“Yeah because that’s soooo not a date,” Ingrid rolls her eyes as she picks up her cup of tea and takes a sip. “Whatever. I’m happy for you, he’s definitely an upgrade from all the assholes you’ve dated in the past.”

“I told you we’re not dating,” Ellie says as she takes a peek at her phone and almost melts a little at the list of movies he’s already curated for them to watch later tonight. “At least not officially, not until we announce it in three days.”

“Announce? Officially?” Ingrid narrows her eyes at Ellie before she lowers her voice. “So it’s a fake rel?”

“Yeah,” Ellie picks one of the movies from his list and sends him a quick message. “It’s just that—fake. So we aren’t actually dating.”

“Then what’s with his Picta posts?” Ingrid pulls out her own phone and navigates to Logan’s page. “In the past week he’s either posting about his car, his upcoming album or cryptic posts about you. I mean look at this,” Ingrid clicks on a picture and turns the phone to Ellie. “It’s a picture of him in a field of flowers. The caption literally has the lyrics to your song. Dude sounds like his halfway in love already!”

Ellie blushes a little as she looks at the picture Ingrid’s showing her. She really does love that photo, it’s probably one of her favorite ones his posted. In the past few weeks, they’ve both been trying to be “subtle” about slowly enticing the public with their supposed relationship but Ellie has gradually learned that there is nothing subtle about Logan. All of his posts leave no room for speculation or doubt while she tries her best to be subtle when she posted a picture of her wearing a yellow and black dress.

“He’s just really good at the whole fake dating I guess,” Ellie shrugs as her phone pings with another new message from Logan. She glances at her phone and a small smile tugs on her lips when she sees his message.

Nice, I wanted to watch that one. Your place or mine?

Yours, she replies with a small smile.

Ingrid frowns. “I feel like a third wheel and he’s not even here.”

“Okay, phone down now. Let’s take the picture because I need to go and finish up one more song for my album.”

Ingrid rolls her eyes as she motions with her fingers for Ellie to come closer so they can take the picture together over their array of untouched desserts on the table. Ellie smiles prettily, the kind of smile she’ll only ever use when she’s taking pictures to be posted, as Ingrid tilts her head down a little and pouts her lips a little.

After twenty or thirty pictures with different angles, Ingrid is finally satisfied and flicks through the pictures before she finally settles on one.

“What should the caption be?” Ingrid says as her nails tap on screen. “Girls day out? One in a Million reunion?” Ingrid looks up from her phone and frowns when she sees Ellie grinning at her phone before Ingrid sneakily takes a candid photo. “When your friend can’t get off of her phone because she can’t stop talking to her fake boyfriend?”

Ellie glances up at Ingrid with a small frown. “One in a Million reunion sounds better.”

“You think?” Ingrid scoffs as she types out the phrase and posts it first. She then pulls up the candid photo she took of Ellie, writes down a caption and posts it. She leans back and observes Ellie and waits patiently for her response.

Ellie furrows her eyebrows before she looks up at Ingrid with blank face. “Really Ingrid?”

“It’s not a lie,” Ingrid smirks knowingly.

Ellie sighs as she reads the caption again under her picture.

Guess what’s making El smile so much? Hint: it’s a date.

Ingrid is right at least, it’s not a lie that she’s genuinely excited for her not-a-date with Logan. In the past week or so, they’ve gotten closer. A lot closer than she’d expect them to be and she’s starting to see how…charming, caring and genuinely nice Logan can be. It has come to the point where they’ve been talking late into the night until she’s basically fallen asleep on the phone.

And that terrifies her. Ellie doesn’t want to admit it but the feelings she’s starting to catch from him are starting to spiral into a dangerous territory and if she was smarter, a little more cautious, she’d cut her losses and ask for this fake relationship to be cancelled and, as Raleigh advised, bounce.

But she doesn’t want to. Not when she really likes the feeling of being able to unironically say that the Logan is her boyfriend.

“Anyway, I need to go,” Ellie pockets her phone and stands up from the chair. “Let’s meet up again next week if you’re free.”

“Sure,” Ingrid waves her way and flips her blond hair over her shoulder. “But next time actually pay attention to me, okay?”

“Roger that,” Ellie grins as she places her sunglasses, makes her way to the door and out of the café.

~*~

The ping of Logan’s phone sounds loud in the empty space of his makeshift studio in his apartment. He looks at it curiously before he moves the guitar to the side and reaches for the black device. A wide smile pulls on his lips when he sees the picture of Ellie grinning at her phone, his eyes flit to the caption below the picture and the smile on his face starts to physically hurt his cheeks.

He goes to message Ellie, his fingers typing out his thoughts before he can stop them.

I’m excited too troublemaker. He pauses, deletes the message and tries again.

You look cute in the picture. He pauses again and decides fuck it—he’ll send both.

I’m excited too troublemaker, you look cute in the picture.

He waits with anticipation when he sees the three dots appear and disappear. When he reads her message, he’s sent into a fit of laughter as he lays down on the carpeted floor and holds his phone inches from his face.

Oh my god shut up. She follows up the reply with a cute sticker of a tiny bunny character repeatedly thumping on the chest of a taller bunny.

He grins lazily as he types out his next message. Are you bringing snacks?

Better, I made something.

Logan raises a curious eyebrow. He can confidently call himself an Ellie fan and he, embarrassingly, knows a lot about her. Her knowing how to cook though, somehow, escaped his radar.

Didn’t know you could cook. Are you any good?

The reply is instant, almost as if she already knew that he would ask that question.

Of course I am. Don’t you trust me?

I do. Because strangely enough, he really does. Careful troublemaker, you know what they say about a way to a man’s heart.

Logan, I don’t need to be good at cooking to get through your heart.

Logan’s eyes widen, his heart picking up in speed, and he’s finding it a little difficult to come up with a reply. But his few seconds of silence must’ve set her in a panic when she hurriedly follows it up with another message.

I mean, I’m already your fake girlfriend, right?

Right, he replies before he gathers what little is left of his self-control to finish his message. I’ll see you later El. I gotta finish up the last song before you come.

Okay, see you later!

Logan lets out a heavy sigh and drops his phone on his chest and lays his forearm across his eyes. His mind swims and he can’t stop himself from finally admitting that he has the biggest crush on Ellie Wheeler.

And it’s not just a fan-crush either but a real, tangible, heart-stopping crush.

Not that this is a recent development or anything, he’s noticed that in the past few days—he’s finding it increasingly difficult when he’s nowhere near his phone. Even when he’s recording the newer songs he wrote for his album that finally got approved (due to Candy’s success), he always goes to his phone after each session so he can reply to whatever message she’s left for him.

That’s never happened to him.

Whenever Logan gets himself involved with a girl, he’s usually fine if they don’t talk for a couple days. Hell, he even prefers it since he values his solitude. But with Ellie, it feels as if he’s going to miss out on something important if he doesn’t reply to her messages or talk to her at the end of the day.

It’s a terrifying feeling for him. They haven’t even properly stared to fake date and he’s already catching this pesky crush that he can’t seem to shake out. And Logan knows himself well. No matter how hard he’s going to try to mask it, it’s going to be obvious on his face when the Paps take their pictures.

He sighs and pushes himself off of the floor and grabs his guitar. He’s been having trouble with composing his last song for the album since he’s been instructed to make it the kind of heartbroken love-pining that he’s known for—except make it R&B pop. He was excited at first, finally being able to blend what he’s known for and what he loves to create, but these days he just can’t seem to write down a single word or strum out a single note.

The subject is about heartbreak after all but all he’s been feeling is flutters of butterflies in the past few days.

He strums out the first few notes and looks to his notebook to test out the words he’s able to somehow to write down.

“Tell me once again, tell me you love me like you did that moment,” Logan pauses, reaches out to crush out a word, and he tries again. “Tell me once again, tell me you love me like you did that—time? Fuck!”

Logan places his guitar down and weaves his hand through his hair in frustration. He’s well aware that if he doesn’t finish this song within the month, it’s going to get handed to ghost writers. He’s also scarcely aware how important this album is. If the reception is good, he’ll be able to continue to release songs that he’ll actually love to sing on stage for once. No more grumpy producers telling him to cry in the booth and no more forced interviews where he has to pretend that the song is about a girl who broke his heart once.

It’s finally going to be only him, his music and his own art.

The distant and muted sound of his apartment buzzer reaches his ears and at first, he’s a little annoyed that someone’s here to interrupt his session but the annoyance is immediately wiped away when he remembers that it’s most likely Ellie.

He pushes himself off of the floor and takes quick and long steps towards the front door and yanks it open. He can’t help the smile that breaks out on his face when he sees her standing in front of him with a light peach sundress and a Tupperware of something in her arms.

“Hey, I’m here for movie night.”

“Date night you mean,” He corrects with a grin before he moves to the side and motions for her to enter the apartment. “Make yourself at home. I’m sure you already know where everything is.”

Ellie rolls her eyes with a smile before she makes her way to his kitchen. “How’s the song going?”

“Awful. I’ve got a mental block I can’t get over,” Logan sighs as he leans on the doorframe of the kitchen and observes her quietly as she pulls out plate and puts it on the counter. “Anyway, what did you make?”

“Cookies!” She smiles with pride as she tilts the Tupperware full of cookies to him before she starts to place them on the plate. “I hope you like peanut butter cookies.”

“I love them,” If Logan is being honest with himself, his feelings towards any flavor of cookie is about average. He neither likes them nor hates them but if Ellie is the one that made them, somehow he can find himself to love them. He walks to the counter and plucks one cookie from the plate and takes a bite. His eyes widen a little as the flavor hits his tongue. “Damn, these are good.”

“Told you I’m good,” Ellie beams with pride as she takes the plate and motions towards the living room. “Also, what’s blocking you from the song?”

“You” is what he’d like to say but he’s not sure if he can survive to the aftermath of that conversation. So he shrugs and follows behind her as they make their way to the living room.

“Don’t know, guess it’s just one of those days.”

“Want me to help?” Ellie abruptly stops walking and turns around, almost sending Logan crashing into her. “I also want to bounce off some lyrics with you for a song I’m working on.”

Logan thinks for a moment at the proposition. If he’s being honest, he’d rather not revisit the song until he’s let it sleep for a few days. But he does want to hear the new song she’s working on and there is one song he’s been meaning to let her listen to.

“I have a better idea. I have this song I want to run by you, get your feel for it.”

Ellie’s eyes light up as she looks around a little to try and locate the direction of his studio. “Raincheck on movie night then?”

“Sure,” Logan chuckles softly as he points to the door down the hall. “Bring the cookies though, something to keep our brain going.”

Ellie nods as she walks towards the door he points to and enters his studio. It’s a lot smaller than the one in her penthouse but it’s enough provide a good space for creating music. She places the plate of cookies on the table before she sits on the carpeted floor, crosses her legs, and pulls out her phone from her purse so she can find the instrumentals for the song.

Logan chuckles as he takes sits next to her. “I was going to offer you a chair.”

“No way, I think better when I’m sitting on the floor.”

Logan smiles softly, the little string of his heart tugging at the thought that it’s the same for him too.

“Okay here are the instrumentals,” Ellie starts, her voice serious, commanding and—for Logan—extremely sexy. “I’ve got the chorus down and the bridge but the first verse still sounds clunky.”

“Sing it for me.”

Ellie nods as she presses play, latches on to the lyrics on her phone and starts the song with a few adlibs of soft and raspy ohs.

When I see you, I feel a sense of familiarity After a moment of thinking, I approached you Besides us, everything else has vanished Please trust this experience Match my tempo babe

She finishes and looks at Logan expectantly but he only looks back at her with awe.

“I still can’t get over how good your voice sounds,” He chuckles softly when Ellie glares at him slightly. “Hand me the lyrics.”

Ellie hands him the phone. He rewinds the song a couple of times and mumbles through the lyrics a little before his eyes catch on to the part where it feels a little clunky.

“Here, this part sounds a little off the beat,” Logan moves her phone closer to her, his shoulders touching hers. “Maybe something with one more syllable to hit the last note?”

“Hmm…” Ellie takes her phone and hums through the lyrics, her eyes intensely trained on the words, as Logan observes her with a soft smile. “How about this? Please trust this moment to me.”

“Sing it for me.”

Ellie nods and she gets through the first part quickly before she slows down at the end of the first verse and sings the new lyrics.

Besides us, everything else has vanished Please trust this moment to me Match my tempo babe

“That’s it,” Logan says as he unconsciously moves closer to her, his face so close he can see the light peach blush on her cheeks. “Sounds like a hit already.”

She turns to him with a smile but quickly looks away when she realizes how close their faces are. She distracts herself by typing in the new lyrics to the song. She goes through the entire song again a couple of times, just to make sure that there’s nothing else he needs to comment on, before she’s finally satisfied with the results.

“Okay, I’m done with mine. Let me hear yours.”

Logan chuckles softly as he pushes himself off of the floor and moves to the keyboard in the corner of the room. He takes a seat just as Ellie follows him and stands behind him. Logan looks over his shoulder at her with a smile before he pats the space next to him.

Just as she takes a seat, his fingers fly over the keys and the soft and slow start of the song fills the studio. Although the actual song will have more layers to it, this is the best he can do for now. He drops his voice down a little as he tries to achieve the emotions he’s wanted to inject into this song the moment he composed it—sultry and enticing.

It’s a little stuffy when I make eye contact with you I’d like to dive deep into your eyes I’d like to look into them but I can’t If your fingers touch me, I feel like I’m losing my mind.

He goes through the first verse with ease, the emotions in his heart easily flowing out and mixing with the beat and lyrics of the song and he’s terrified of how easily all these emotions come to him when he’s singing for her.

He glances at her knowingly as he reaches to the second verse, the lyrics of the song starting to jump out of the page and into what little space is left between them.

I think I’m drunk Try mixing in another blue sapphire Let me know if there’s an island for me in your sea It’s like I’ll explode The blue spreads through all of me. You can fall for me, if you want.

He reaches the bridge and belts out a sustained high note and finishes the song with a few adlibs of ohs and lets the last of the note ring out in the studio.

“Wow,” Ellie says as she looks up at him with wonder and awe. “That’s an amazing song Logan. I feel like I already have a favorite song from your album.”

Logan grins as he gazes into her eyes. “No changes then?”

“None. Absolutely none,” Ellie unconsciously plays with the edge of her dress. “You should sing for me more often. I like being your only audience.”

Logan laughs a little, his body unconsciously moving closer to hers. “Does this mean you’re now a Logan fan?”

“Release the full album first,” She replies teasingly as she tilts her head to him. “I’ll decide then.”

“Ellie…” Logan whispers softly, his brown eyes searching hers, as he starts to move lean forward but he catches himself—his brain catching up to his erratic heart. He pulls away abruptly and tries to internally shake away the haze that she’s brought on him. Anymore than this and he’ll be helplessly falling into her arms. “Anyway, it’s getting late, don’t you think? Don’t want Mona to chew your ass out.”

“Oh,” Ellie says, the disappointment clear in her voice, before she turns to look at the clock on the wall and is shocked that two hours had run by without her knowledge. “You’re right, I should go.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Logan stands from the chair and grabs the plate from the table. “I’ll pack this up too.”

“You can keep it, it was supposed to be our snacks anyway,” She chuckles as she makes her way out of the studio.

Logan follows dutifully behind her as they walk down the hallway and reach his front door.

“Thanks for helping me with the song Logan. Too bad I can’t give you the credits for it.”

Logan grins as he reaches over and opens the door for her. “Make it up to me by giving me a signed album.”

“Careful, that’s how other artists end up taking advantage of you,” Ellie warns with a playful smile before she steps out of the door and looks at him a little apprehensively. “Our fake relationship is going to start in three days. Are you ready?”

“I am,” Logan says honestly, maybe even a little excitedly. “I doubt anyone’s going to be surprised though.”

“That’s your fault, I told you to be subtle,” Ellie chuckles softly before she turns to leave. She looks over her shoulder and gives him a small smile. “Goodnight Logan.”

“Goodnight Ellie. Message me when you get home.”

Elli gives him a small wave goodbye and watches her carefully to make sure she gets to the elevators without the any problems. When the elevator closes, he closes the front door and presses his forehead against the wooden surface. He squeezes his eyes shut and runs through everything that happened so far.

He groans a little when he realizes how close he was to kissing her after he finished singing his song. If he was a weaker man, he would’ve done it. But she already set her boundaries. No kissing, hugging or touching—unless it’s in public. And he’s going to keep that promise.

Although, embarrassingly, he’s already running through the best date spots for their first official date as a fake couple.

A date, he’s hoping, will end with a kiss.

~*~

“Ellie! Come here!”

Ellie turns to look at the director in her chair as the make-up artist continues to touch up her make up for the music video shoot.

“Coming!” Ellie replies as she stands from the chair and smooths out the orange and black jacket she’s wearing before she makes her way to the director.

Once she reaches him, he gives a quick rundown of the scene needed for the shoot. She follows him around the set, an explosion of yellow, pastel neon and soft orange lights and décor that mimics old 90s arcades, as he points out the different places she’ll be shooting her solo scenes. One where she’ll be inside a tube like structure, another is in front of a makeshift brick wall and the last one is a raised platform with fairy lights dotted in the background and foreground.

“We’ll shoot your parts first then we move on to Logan’s,” The director motions to where Logan is sitting in his chair having his final run through from the assistant director for his own scenes. “The props should be in the tube.”

Ellie’s eyes light up when she turns to look at the tube structure and sure enough, there on the bottom is where a myriad of different shaped and colored candies in aesthetically pleasing glass jars wait for her. It’s already pretty rare for her to eat anything too heavy days before a music video shooting so having the opportunity to eat on the actual shooting is a blessing she’ll never have again. Unless she titles all of her songs to something food-related.

“Can I eat it?” Ellie asks as she crawls into the center of the tube, takes the glass jars and puts it on her lap as she takes a seat. She twists open the lid and takes out a blue dice-shaped candy and holds it up to the light.

The director laughs. “Just try not to eat all of it. We start in five everyone!”

“You okay over here?”

Ellie looks up and smiles when she sees Logan approaching her in a red and white hoodie, his white pants hugging is legs in the most distracting of ways. He reaches the tube structure and takes a seat on the entrance of the tube.

“Good, you?”

Logan smiles as he motions to run his hand through his hair before he stops himself when he remembers that his hairstylist has already spent hours on his hair.

“Ready to eat something, I’m hungry.”

Ellie grins as she offers him the candy she’s holding. “Want a bite then?”

Logan raises an eyebrow before he leans forward and takes the candy between his teeth, his eyes never leaving hers as his lips touch the tips of her fingers.

Ellie is immensely thankful to her makeup artist for making her makeup just a little thicker today so it can survive the harsh lights. It turns out it has a dual purpose today—survive the lights and hide away the blush on her cheeks.

“Delicious,” Logan comments with a cheeky smile as he runs his thumb over his bottom lip. “Save some for me later.”

Ellie doesn’t have time to reply, not that she had any coherent words to reply with, when the director calls out for the first take. Logan stands from where he’s sitting and gives her a little thumbs up before he walks out of the frame of shoot.

Ellie takes a minute to get her beating heart to settle before she turns to the camera, her demeanor already changing, as she hears Candy playing in the background.

“And action!”

~*~

“Good job Ellie, let’s take a five minute break and reset,” The director calls out as Ellie hops off of the platform.

Just as she’s about to go back to her seat somewhere behind the cameras, Logan intercepts her and offers her a water bottle. She smiles gratefully and drinks almost half of the bottle. Maybe being under the lights and nibbling on candy for forty minutes made her more dehydrated than she thought.

“Want me to get you another one?” Logan chuckles as she shakes her head no.

“I’m good for now,” Ellie twists the bottle cap close and hands it back to him. “Ready for our shoot?”

“Yeah,” Logan’s eyes flit to somewhere over her shoulder and he moves to her side, wraps an arm around her waist and guides her away a little. “Careful, there’s a camera behind you.”

“Huh? Oh thanks,” Ellie looks behind her just as she sees the huge black device hovering near where she had been standing. A memory comes to her and she laughs a little. “Ever hit your head on this?”

Logan winces at the thought and shakes his head no.

“I did, when I was shooting Easy,” Ellie chuckles as she unconsciously leans into him, his hand warming up the skin on her waist. “Just as I was really feeling the music, I turn to the side and bam! The makeup team had to do some magic to hide the red bump here.”

Ellie points to her right temple and Logan snickers as he gazes into her eyes with a soft smile, giving her waist a reassuring small squeeze. “I’ll make sure we won’t get a repeat of that then.”

“Then you’re doing a fantastic job so far,” Ellie moves closer to him, the space between them nonexistent, and somewhere in the back of her mind—she’s aware that she shouldn’t be this close to him even if everyone knows that they’re “dating”.

“Logan and Ellie! Let’s start,” The directors voice booms around the space of the studio and the spell they’ve trapped themselves in breaks. Ellie is the first to move a little away from his hold and Logan, reluctantly, lets his arm fall away from her waist. When he’s no longer in her space, he can already feel the rush of cold air that envelopes him.

“Make sure you don’t get left behind,” Ellie comments as she looks up at him with a teasing smile.

Logan smiles and puts his hands in his pockets, the fire in her eyes both inspiring and addicting.

“Never troublemaker.”

~*~

Ellie takes a sip from her glass of wine, her back against the headboard of her bed, as she crosses her ankles and goes through the selection of movies on her TV for her next movie to watch. After the music video shoot that ran for close to three hours, she was finally able to relax for the rest of the day and she’s been spending it catching up on movies she’s wanted to watch for awhile. Although she wanted to hang out with Logan after the shoot, he had to quickly get to an interview with a popular podcast channel on PlayMe.

After she picks one from the thriller category, she blindly pats around for her phone on the bed. She goes through her Pictagram account and lazily scrolls through her timeline as the opening scene of the movie fills the silence of her bedroom. Since they’ve announced their relationship (with a cringy couples pose pic that had them laughing and wheezing the first few takes), most of her timeline has been full of their fans congratulating them and making compilation videos of whatever little interaction they had shown in public. Ellie doesn’t want to admit it out loud but she really does enjoy seeing people so happily supporting the both of them. In her past relationships, most of her fans and friends disapproved of her choice (with good reason too) but with Logan, all she’s getting is love and support.

It’s painful for her to admit it but Logan is just that good of a guy and he really is the Cadence to Ellie.

Ellie frowns a little at the idea that she’s the Raleigh of their relationship.

!!!!!!!! El, watch this!

Ellie’s eyebrows furrow a little when she sees PlayMe link that Riya, her closest friend even before she became an artist, has sent her. She pauses the movie and places her glass of wine on her nightstand when she sees the thumbnail of the video. She can already tell that it’s Logan sitting in a podcast room and if she isn’t mistaken, it’s probably the interview he had to quickly run to after their shooting.

You sure this is all fake?

Ellie’s eyes widen a Riya’s message before she quickly locates her earphones, plugs it in and plays the video. It starts off innocently enough, just going through Logan’s music history and talking about his most popular songs. Then it delves into Candy and, naturally, to her.

“So, Candy and Ellie. What’s that like?”

Logan chuckles a little, a soft smile pulling on his lips. “Which one do you want me to talk about? Depending on how much time we have left, I don’t think we can get to both.”

The hosts laughs. “Ellie of course!”

“Yeah Ellie!” His co-host chimes in. “What’s it like working with her?”

“Amazing,” Logan grins as he leans back on his seat. “She’s passionate about her work. She doesn’t take any of my crap either.”

“And you guys are dating now! What’s that like?”

“It’s…” Logan pauses a little, a soft smile tugging on his lips. “Surreal you know? I mean dating your idol is probably number one on the list of things that doesn’t happen to guys like me.”

“I bet Ellie is just as lucky,” The co-host laughs.

“Nah, I’m the lucky one,” Logan’s voice drops down to something soft, something honest. “She’s sweet…way too sweet for someone like me. She knows how to have fun too and it’s never boring when I’m with her...it kinda feels like home sometimes.”

The host whistles. “Write her a song while you’re at it.”

Logan laughs. “Told you I’d only have time to talk about one.”

“If Ellie is listening in—hi Ellie!—what would you like to say to her?”

“Where’s the camera—oh there,” Logan smiles handsomely directly to the camera, his brown eyes sparkling with amusement and affection. “Miss you already troublemaker. Let’s reschedule that date night already.”

The whole room dissolves into awws and Ellie touches her cheek, feeling the warmth of her blush heating up her palm. She doesn’t even get the time to properly process what she just saw when Riya sends her a flood of messages.

Did you see it? El tell me you’ve seen it. Was he really faking it? And why does he call you troublemaker? El!!! Reply already!!!

Calm down Riya! I just finished watching it.

Cool. Thoughts?

So many. Ellie probably has enough thoughts in her head to last her for the rest of the week. But how is she able to properly articulate all of them without giving away her crush for Logan? Nobody knows about it—not even Raleigh and Cadence, the two people she shares everything with.

I think…maybe it isn’t all fake?

I knew it! I freaking knew it! The way he looked at the camera? The things he said? Sorry but your boyfriend is hot El.

She wants to correct Riya. That Logan isn’t her boyfriend but rather her fake boyfriend but surprisingly, giddily, she doesn’t. So she immerses herself a little in the fantasy, in the belief that maybe there really is something more to them than just their fake relationship.

It won’t hurt right? After all, this is just a little crush. A feeling she won’t allow to grow into something more. After all, she promised Raleigh that it wouldn’t get to that—hell, she promised herself.

But a crush is something small and insignificant. Something she can easily overlook and abandon when things start to get sticky.

So Ellie flops down on her bed, a wide grin on her face, as she dials Riya’s number so they can properly gush over her extremely hot boyfriend and talk about all the things she’s excited to explore with her very much fake but not fake relationship with Logan.

#choices rod #choices platinum #logan x ellie #choices logan #rod logan #male raleigh x cadence #raleigh carrera #cadence dorian

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Luhan: Deception

Characters: Luhan x female reader

Genre/warnings: incubus au, technically guardian angel au??, angst, sorta fluffy??, kinda religious themes, suggestive themes, masturbation, mention of guns, blood, almost dying a few times lmao

Word count: 6,206

Summary: Being in the right place at the right time -- well, depending on how you look at it -- has caused Luhan much more trouble than he was looking for. You’re now convinced he’s your guardian angel despite the fact he’s really the complete opposite, but he’s willing to go along with it if it means getting what he wants.

a/n: this is part of a collab with 11 other writers and we all wrote different exo members as....incubuses? incubi? lmao anyway, so if you wanna read the others, you can find them on the masterlist!!

12 Days of Lust Masterlist

‘Too angelic-looking’. That’s what Luhan was always told whenever he was summoned by some stupid human with some sort of high sex-drive or ‘a need for thrill’. He couldn’t possibly be an incubus because he looked too ‘doll-like’ and ‘innocent’. To humans, he looked like he belonged in Heaven rather than Hell.

However, once he got them in bed, it changed. The way he moved his hips, the way his fingers and tongue could make anybody turn into a whimpering, babbling mess of ecstasy -- that was truly sinister. It was something only an incubus could achieve. He had years and years and years of practice, and he used that well. Whether he was summoned by some lonely human or wandering into the dreams of a poor, unsuspecting victim, Luhan was definitely kept busy.

He did have a weakness, though -- but maybe most, if not all, incubi could attest to the same weakness. He loved humans who were innocent. Those who were inexperienced and easily flustered. He assumed people saw him how he saw the innocent humans. Whenever he got the opportunity to fuck one, he always took it and savored it.

Which was why he went along with this stupid, stupid lie.

Luhan definitely wasn’t the type of person to believe in fate, and you honestly weren’t, either. But he had been in the right place at the right time three times. He had saved your life three whole times now. That couldn’t be a coincidence, could it? It had to mean something -- to you, anyway. To Luhan, he found it to be an inconvenience. Having to deal with pathetic humans in any capacity other than using them for his own pleasure was annoying and a nuisance, and the fact that you now saw him as something other than a random stranger you’d seen once or twice made his blood boil. At least, at first.

The first time you had run into Luhan, it was during something you never thought you’d have to witness. The bank you went to was being robbed. You were there to get a new debit card since yours was broken, and Luhan was there because his ‘pet’ -- as he semi-affectionately referred to his humans most of the time. But some crazy man with a gun ran in, and chaos broke out. He started shooting, wanting people to drop onto the floor while the tellers gave him the money. The women at the front desk were panicking, the patrons were panicking, and you were left frozen in place from fear.

“Get down!” somebody hissed as they threw their body on top of yours just as the man pointed the gun at you since you weren’t listening to his directions.

They managed to wrap one arm around your middle and catch themselves before the two of you hit the ground. But they kept their body on top of yours.

You would later learn after the man was apprehended and the weight was off of you that she stranger who saved you was Luhan. He politely held out a hand to help you to your feet, apologizing for throwing himself at you like that despite the fact he had whispered in your ear that you were “out of your fucking mind” for not moving -- which he wasn’t completely wrong about. But he didn’t introduce himself and he didn’t ask for your name, either. He only asked if you were okay before he went about his business, and you just assumed it was pure luck that somebody was there to save you.

Only a few weeks later would you run into the same stranger yet again. Only this time, you wouldn’t be too worked up from adrenaline, so you could actually get a good look at his face. After tugging you back toward the sidewalk after you walked out into traffic while you were on your phone, you gasped and looked up at that beautiful, oddly familiar face. His almost white hair almost looked like it was glowing as you stared at him in awe -- but it might’ve just been the sun bouncing off of it -- and his dark eyes looked back at you without any emotion. Just like the first time you’d run into him.

“Of course it’s you,” he deadpanned, though you could see the hint of a smirk on his face as one corner of his mouth just barely twitched upwards. “You’re quite the klutz, apparently.”

Despite being a demon, Luhan had to blend in with people when he was mingling with the humans. So it was only natural for him to try to save you despite the fact he didn’t really care if you lived or died. It wasn’t like it would have any impact on him, anyway.

But to you, he was some sort of savior. The fact this was the second time he’d saved your life, plus the fact the way the sunlight hit his beautiful face made you think he could be some sort of guardian angel. But that couldn’t be real, right? Those couldn’t possibly exist. ...Right?

“You’re lucky I’m around when you do stupid things, huh?” he teased as he helped straighten you out before simply walking across the street just as the walk signal lit.

And all you could do was dumbly stare after him.

But the third time was when you made your move. You actually bothered to say something to him.

“W-wait!” you managed to speak up as he was about to walk away after casually saving your life for a third time.

You were positive he had to be some sort of guardian angel at that point.

Luhan, on the other hand, was positive natural selection was coming for you soon.

Despite that, he spun around on his heels to look at you, still showing no emotion on his angelic face.

“I need to thank you somehow,” you insisted, playing nervously with your fingers. “You’ve saved me like, a bunch of times already. Can I buy you a coffee or something? Dinner? I dunno, whatever you want.”

Luhan definitely had an idea of what you could give him. His latest human was completely useless to him now, and with how thick-skulled you already seemed, he was sure he could get you to do exactly what he wanted. But he figured maybe wining and dining you first would help.

“Dinner sounds lovely,” he decided with the first actual smile you’d seen from him.

But an hour and a half later, he had gotten himself into a situation he never would’ve imagined. He was no closer to sleeping with you. In fact, he might’ve been further from it. You kept saying nonsense about fate and how you didn’t believe in it but there was no way you and him running into each other over and over was a coincidence. He just wanted to tell you it was unlucky timing.

However, despite the rubbish spewing from your mouth during dinner, Luhan couldn’t help but take a liking to you. He had decided you would definitely become his next pet because you were just the type of human he liked. You told him straight away that you didn’t drink despite the fact you were of age to do so. He figured maybe you were trying to be sober or something, but you explained you were raised to think it was bad to drink and get drunk. That definitely piqued his interest. You were still trying to be a good girl, apparently. But then he started to learn more about you. He asked the typical questions he might ask for small talk, like about your job or your family or any partner you might have.

“Oh, I’ve… I-I don’t date,” you admitted sheepishly.

Luhan raised an eyebrow as he sipped his wine, “Oh? Why is that?”

“I’m just really shy,” you laughed nervously as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “I don’t do any of that kind of stuff.”

“Would you want to?” he wondered. “You don’t have to answer if it’s too personal.”

But he wanted you to answer.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “I think I would when I meet the right person.”

Did you think he was the right person? You were talking about coincidences and fate, so were you trying to hint at the fact that you thought meeting him was fate? That you were meant to be together?

Of course not. No, that would be too easy for him.

“I-I want to admit something…” you told him sheepishly as you leaned in slightly across the table. “You’ve saved my life three times now, and… Okay, I know this will sound crazy, but I feel like you’re like my guardian angel or something.”

That was Luhan’s opening, and he so stupidly took it.

“What would you say if I told you I am your guardian angel?” he asked quietly with a smirk.

You were naive enough to believe it, but Luhan was stupid enough to get himself into this stupid situation in the first place. So now he had to go along with this dumb lie just to get possibly one of the most innocent humans he’d ever met to be his new pet. And while he definitely didn’t want to have to act like some prim and proper angel, he knew that pounding you into the mattress would make everything worth it. So he would carry on with the stupid facade to gain your trust so he could use you for his own desires.

[day five]

It became routine for Luhan to check up on you. Well, he told you he was checking up on you. That was supposed to be his job as a guardian angel, but he was just doing it to get close to you. It was half-boring just hanging around like you did mundane things like washing dishes and doing laundry. However, it was also somewhat fun because he could just sit there and imagine all the things he could do to you in your house. He could lift you up onto the counter and take you there, or how he could easily push your head into the cushions of your couch when you’d bend over to place your folded laundry in a pile before carrying it off to your room.

“Luhan?” your voice broke him from his current daydream of sprawling you out on your counter.

The reality was that you were simply cutting up vegetables.

“Hmm?” he spoke up, eyes meeting yours as you looked back at him curiously.

“Isn’t it bad for people to know about their guardian angels?” you repeated your question. “In stories and stuff, they’re always supposed to be kept a secret. You won’t get in trouble, will you?”

‘I can do whatever the fuck I want,’ he thought to himself.

“No,” was what he replied with instead. “As long as you don’t go running off telling anybody, I’m fine.”

It wasn’t necessarily a lie. He knew how everything like that worked -- between the rules of his own kind, and the ones above. It was just common knowledge for all of them. He knew the angels knew of his rules, as well. Though, his rules were much more lenient. He could get away with far more than any angel could, such as sex. Angels weren’t allowed to even so much as think about something like that, but any demon or fallen angel could fuck anybody as often as they pleased.

Everybody may have pinned Luhan as an angel at first glance, but man, he was thankful he wasn’t one. How boring that life must be.

“What’s it like where you’re from?” you wondered as you looked back down at the vegetables you were prepping for dinner.

‘Where I’m from,’ he snorted to himself.

He noticed you never directly said the names of the places. He wasn’t really sure if you were religious so he figured maybe you just didn’t believe or something. Or maybe it felt too cliche to you to say. Or maybe you were just scared or nervous to say the names out loud. But still, he thought it was kind of funny. Maybe even a little bit cute.

Luhan had obviously never been to Heaven, so he wasn’t aware of what things were like there. He imagined everything was white and gold and pristine. He imagined everybody was prim and proper and perfect, and that somebody could have their wings ripped just for not standing up straight enough. He had a lot of ideas of what Heaven was like, but he wasn’t positive about any of them.

Then again, it wasn’t like you would know the difference between the truth and a lie.

“All of the angels wear white, and we stick to the rules closely,” he explained, trying to not sound like just the mere thought of having to abide by such stupid rules made him want to gag. “Only when we’re trying to fit in with the humans can we wear ‘human’ clothing. If we walked around in white all the time, we’d look odd, wouldn’t we?”

You looked over his current outfit, noticing the only light thing about him was his hair. Come to think of it, you never saw him in white. But he was usually hanging out in the human world with you, so that made sense to you. So you shrugged it off and went back to cooking.

[day thirteen]

Something Luhan could do was enter your dreams. He didn’t do it too often because he was worried you might start suspecting something, but he did do it every once in a while. The first time, not much happened. He laid on the bed with you and just talked to you. He wanted to do more, but he didn’t want you getting suspicious of him. He figured your curious and imaginative mind would assume he had some sort of angel power that could get him into your dreams, so he had to be softer with you -- at least for now. While you never mentioned your dreams about him, it was safe to assume you didn’t think he had any sort of power. But still, better safe than getting thrown back to square one.

You had come home from work looking especially stressed, so he figured this was the perfect opportunity. Your subconscious would probably come up with something to calm you down, so it would make the most sense for him to force himself into your dream to be that something.

“_____?” you heard his soft voice ask.

You were curled up under the covers, crying to yourself because you felt so overwhelmed. In your dream, there was a lot more going on than just whatever was bothering you at work, but you still ended up locking yourself in your room and sobbing. But hearing your guardian angel’s soft voice, you moved the covers from your head and looked over to see him standing by your closed door.

He frowned seeing your bloodshot and tear-stained eyes, “What’s wrong?”

“Everything,” you sniffled.

He walked over to you and climbed into your bed beside you. He got himself under the blankets and held his arms out for you, silently telling you that you could curl up against him instead of being alone in a sad little ball.

Something you did note despite being in a dream was that Luhan was dressed completely in black. He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt under a black leather jacket, black jeans that were ripped at the knee and looked a little dirty and worn, and even had black socks on his feet. But his hair was still the same beautiful blonde that made him look like a perfect porcelain doll.

As you rolled over and snuggled up to him instead, burying your face in the middle of his torso and letting your tears soak into his shirt, he began to stroke your hair back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he wondered.

“I doubt talking will help,” you mumbled, your words almost lost in his stomach.

He chuckled at how you sounded like a pouting child, holding you closer to him, “Okay, then how about a distraction?”

“Like what?”

You could’ve written it off as your own subconscious for the reason Luhan began softly singing your favorite song. It was one you often listened to to boost your mood, and you typically found yourself humming it from time to time. However, Luhan knew that it was your favorite, and he knew that him singing it in his beautiful voice that you found so angelic would make you feel safer and happier.

And the fact that you nuzzled closer to him only proved that as an almost evil smirk tugged on the corners of his lips, his soft voice filling your ears.

When you woke and saw Luhan before you left for work, you didn’t say anything about your dream. However, he did note that you hugged him tightly before you left.

[day twenty-four]

“A guy?” Luhan all but growled, seeming absolutely appalled that you had just mentioned that you were going out with a guy tonight.

You nodded with a small ‘mhmm’ as you carried on with fixing your makeup in the bathroom mirror, “One of the customers from work.”

“You’ve been miserable because of work, _____!” he reminded you.

You paused putting on setting powder to look at Luhan in the mirror, “Why do you seem so upset?”

“I’m not, you can date whoever you want,” he insisted, which was true. He wasn’t here to make any deep, meaningful, emotional connections with you or anything. It’s just that it would be so much harder to get closer to you if you had a boyfriend you were going to dedicate your free time to. “I just… I mean, I’m your guardian angel, right? I’m supposed to worry about you.”

“Do you get like, bad feelings about things I do?” you wondered, still not completely sure of everything he was capable of.

“Yeah,” he nodded, knowing he could use this to his advantage. “I have a bad feeling about this guy, _____. I don’t want you to come home upset. What if he just wants to get in bed with you? You’re too innocent for that.”

“Am not!” you huffed, looking even more innocent and only proving his point.

He chuckled, “You’re still a virgin, _____.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m innocent! I...d-do stuff…”

“You’re blushing and you haven’t even said anything dirty.”

“Shouldn’t you not be talking about this? You’re an angel,” you mumbled, just wanting to end the conversation.

As you focused back on your makeup, you missed the way that Luhan’s eyes raked over your body, imagining pushing your face up against the mirror as he fucked you into the counter from behind and turned innocent little you into a filthy, babbling mess.

If he could make sure your date was awful, he was sure he could do it.

He returned that night when he was sure you were home. The first thing he heard other than silence was sniffling coming from the couch. So he wandered into the living room with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

“_____?” he called out for you softly. “How’d the date go?”

Hearing him bring up your date only made you cry harder, burying your face in a throw pillow as you curled your knees to your chest. Luhan walked around the couch to see you sobbing into a pillow that you were basically hugging to your face, your cries muffled by it. He sat down beside you, an evil smirk on his face that you didn’t see as he gently touched your back.

“What happened?” he wondered softly, the concern in his voice contradicting how pleased he looked with himself.

“Y-you were right, Luhan,” you sniffed as you pulled the pillow away from your face and stared down at your knees. “All h-he wanted...w-was...was…”

He softly hushed you as he brushed the hair from your face before cupping your cheek and wiping away tears with his thumb, “I’m so sorry, _____. I wasn’t hoping to be right, I just wanted to keep you safe from being hurt.”

You met his eyes, yours full of heartbreak. But you saw sadness in his as he looked back at you.

“I-I’m s-sorry I didn’t listen…” you whimpered.

He shook his head, pulling you into his chest, “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault and I could never be mad at you, anyway.”

As soon as your face was pressed into his chest, you cried harder, clinging to his shirt like your life depended on it. Your body shook with sobs as your tears soaked into his shirt. You really didn’t think that guy would’ve just wanted to have sex with you. When you met him, he seemed so sweet and polite and so opposite of how he was on your date. Was it all just a facade?

No, it was all Luhan’s doing.

“I should’ve stayed home with you,” you cried, your words being muffled by Luhan’s chest.

“It’s okay, you’re home with me now,” he cooed. “I’ll always be here for you, _____. You know that, don’t you? I only exist to protect you and keep you safe and happy. I won’t ever hurt you.”

He smirked to himself as he felt your arms wrap around his waist and hug him tighter. Your body melted into his, finding comfort in his embrace, which was exactly what he was going for.

You trusted him. He was your guardian angel, after all.

“I know,” he heard you whimper.

[day twenty-five]

It was risky, but it made sense. Luhan had to think of how your subconscious would work, and this made sense. If he entered your dream and tried to make a move now, it wouldn’t be too out there. You saw him as somebody you could trust, and since he was around everyday, it made sense for you to think of him often. On top of that, if things didn’t work out, he could easily just blame the dream on what had happened with that guy you went on a date with. You wouldn’t suspect a thing, he was sure of it. But the best case scenario was that you just indulge in your little dream he was going to give you.

Again, you were laying in bed. But this time, you were much less...covered. You were wearing only a thin t-shirt and some panties that Luhan could see from the way you were curled up into a ball. He bit his lip as he sauntered into the room, seeing that you were awake and staring — more like glaring — at the wall across the room from him.

“What’re you thinking about?” he wondered in a soft tone.

“Why are men disgusting?” you grumbled, letting out a sigh as you stayed in your position. “Like, he was so nice to me just to sleep with me! That’s fucked up, right?”

‘Oh, sweetheart, if only you knew the half of it.’

“Of course it is,” he feigned sympathy as he sat down on the bed and you felt it dip behind you. You felt one of his hands begin to rub your outer thigh softly, and the way your heart started to race at the touch was...odd. “Your virginity is precious to you and you should lose it to somebody you know well and trust, anyway. Somebody who would never use you.”

‘Somebody like…’ you couldn’t even finish your thought. You felt dirty just putting the two together. But you did trust Luhan more than anybody, and who would know you better than your own guardian angel?

‘But he’s an angel,’ you told yourself, ‘that’s wrong. You can’t do that with him.’

You shook the thought from your head as you rolled over and sat up against the headboard, sitting beside Luhan. You could feel him looking at you, his fingertips still lingering on your skin, but you couldn’t look at him.

“You look conflicted,” he murmured, his lips much closer to your ear than you thought, and his soft voice sent a shiver through you. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“N-n-nothing,” you told him, feeling your cheeks heat up. There was no way you could tell him the idea you had. “I’m still just thinking about what happened.”

But Luhan was pretty sure he had an idea of what you’d thought of. He smirked as his fingertips trailed higher, and his eyes darkened seeing the way your thighs pressed together.

“Did you maybe think that...I would take it from you?” he asked with an innocent tone to his voice.

“N-no!” you insisted much to quickly to be convincing.

“Is that what you would want, _____?” he cooed as his hand pushed your shirt up until he was touching the waistband of your panties. “Would you trust me with that?”

Your eyes were glued on his hand as it trailed across your underwear and down between your legs. You absolutely knew you shouldn’t be dreaming this, but feeling his slender fingers brush over your clothed clit and hearing his soft voice so close was already getting you worked up. Would it really be so bad if you just dreamed of Luhan like this? You wouldn’t have to tell him…

‘He’s an angel, _____!’ you reminded yourself, ‘Of course it’s still bad!’

“Luhan, I—“

You wanted to tell him to stop or you wanted to dream of something else but he began rubbing slow circles into your clit, drawing a quiet whimper from your lips. Luhan chuckled as your cheeks tinted pink and you slapped a hand over your mouth.

“You sound so cute, baby,” he teased, leaning in closer. “I wonder what other noises I can get you to make…”

His lips were mere inches from yours, and you were frozen in place. You wanted to back away but you also wanted to lean in. You wanted so much more but you knew you should stop. And yet, your words were stuck in your throat.

His index finger hooked into your panties, pushing them to the side, and that was when you suddenly found your voice and your muscles.

“Stop!” you cried as you shoved away from him. You scrambled off the bed and looked at his shocked expression, suddenly feeling awful. “I-I’m sorry. I just… I know this must be a dream because you’re an angel and you can’t do things like this, and I shouldn’t be dreaming of things like this with you and— Why am I even explaining this? It’s not real and you’re not real.”

“Exactly, none of this is real,” he nodded as he crawled across the bed toward you, “so it wouldn’t make a difference if we kept going, right?”

“I-I can’t,” you shook your head, stepping back until your back hit the wall. “It would be too much on my conscience. I couldn’t ever look him in the eye again.”

“But don’t you want to keep going?” his voice was sultry like the look he was giving you, one of his hands reaching out to grab your waist. “Don’t you want—“

You gasped, your eyes flying open as your alarm went off. You quickly sat up and shut it off before your eyes scanned the room. Nobody was there, but the blankets were off your body, and your pajama bottoms were gone when you were sure you put them on. You figured you must’ve gotten too hot in the middle of the night.

You got up, turned on the light, and got changed before leaving your bedroom. As you went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, Luhan appeared on the counter. You gasped and jumped back, feeling your cheeks heat up. You knew he didn’t know about your dream but you were still embarrassed and averted your eyes.

Luhan was grumpy this morning because his plan failed, but seeing how flustered you were now made him smirk. He at least was a step closer now.

“How was your night?” he asked

“Fine,” you replied quietly as you stepped back toward the coffee maker.

“Did you sleep well?” he wondered. “Dream of anything?”

Your eyes widened as you softly cleared your throat and tried to hide the blush that was deepening on your face behind your hair, “U-um, no. Dreamless night again.”

Luhan sat back, licking his lips, “Thats good.”

[day thirty-one]

Just because Luhan was around didn’t mean you were any less clumsy. More often than not, Luhan spent his time catching you before you fell on your face or keeping you from chopping off your finger while making dinner.

But Luhan wasn’t with you 24 hours a day. You figured he must’ve had other responsibilities as an angel, so you didn’t expect him to always be around you. But when he wasn’t around, there wasn’t somebody there to keep you from maiming yourself.

Like now.

But with his perfect -- or shitty -- timing, Luhan appeared in your apartment not too much longer after your little incident. Since the living room was empty, he turned to go down the short hallway to your bedroom to find you. However, he stopped when he saw you on the floor with blood dripping from the side of your forehead.

“Oh fuck, _____!” he gasped as he got down beside you, holding your head as he examined where you’d hit your head off the corner of the wall. “What the hell did you do?!”

“I mopped the floor and I slipped,” you replied as if this was a normal occurrence.

“You’re bleeding!”

Luhan could’ve gotten up and gone to get a towel or something to clean the blood off of your skin, but he was kind of panicking a little. It wasn’t that he cared, he just didn’t expect to come into your place and see you on the floor with your head bleeding onto your shirt. So he did the first thing he thought to do: take off his shirt and dab at your wound with it to mop up the blood.

Despite the sting you felt, all you could focus on was Luhan’s bare torso. After the dream you had about him, you just...didn’t feel the same about him. You still liked him around and trusted him, but now you felt more intensely about him in a few ways. And having him shirtless in front of you and just a couple inches away, it was all you could think about.

“You’re gonna have to mop the floor again,” he chuckled. “On the bright side, it doesn’t seem bad enough to go to a hospital.”

Your eyes glued to his body, all you could do was hum in response.

[day thirty-four]

You really tried to control yourself. You didn’t want to be weird toward Luhan and you didn’t want to even make yourself feel dirty, but it was so difficult to not think about. Your dream about him was already bad enough, but now seeing him shirtless and so close to you while he took care of your head was…

Let’s just say, you were definitely in trouble.

Your imagination ran wild more often than not and you were afraid that Luhan was catching on. You had to do something about it because it was really suspicious how you found it hard to look him in the eyes. So you figured maybe it would be better to just...get your feelings out in a certain way. Maybe if you let yourself think about him, you could move past this weird feeling.

So you did.

While Luhan’s big plan was to make you trust him and lust after him, he didn’t think something as simple as taking his shirt off would help him with that. He didn’t even think anything had changed that day, but he was in for a big surprise when he appeared in your living room that day, realizing it was empty and figuring you were in your room.

“She better not have hit her—“

His grumbling was cut off by a soft moan of his name. He froze, eyes wide as he strained his ears to listen for more sounds. He could hear the wet sounds of your fingers pumping in and out of your heat, the way your bed moved a little as you rocked your hips against your own hand, and every quiet moan and mewl you made. A smirk slowly formed on his face as he strolled up to your bedroom door, realizing now was his chance. He took off his jacket and dropped it carelessly in the hallway as he approached your door, silently opening it and peeking in to watch you.

Your eyes were closed as you fingered yourself, imagining your dream with Luhan from the other night had gone father. You imagined your fingers were his as you pumped them faster, chasing your orgasm with flushed cheeks and quiet whimpers of his name. Your back arched just a little off the bed, and you—

Somebody grabbed your wrist and pulled your fingers out of yourself. You gasped, your eyes flying open to see Luhan smirking down at you as he brought your fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth, tasting your arousal and moaning quietly.

“L-Luhan?” you asked in a quiet, shaky voice.

“Mm,” he removed your fingers from his mouth and leaned down, his face inches from yours. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. I just want to join you. You’re so cute when you get yourself all worked up like that.”

You really didn’t want to tell him no. You wanted to pull him down on top of you right there, but you were too concerned about him. He was an angel. Wasn’t this against the rules? Wouldn’t he get in trouble? Then you’d never see him again.

“But what about—“

“Don’t worry about anything,” he shushed you softly as he crawled onto the bed, causing you to lean back farther and farther until he was above you. “I won’t get in trouble, I promise. My rules aren’t quite what you think.”

Finally, he pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss that made your heart race. You weren’t really sure what to do with your hands — yes, you had kissed other people before but this was Luhan — but you found them pressing against his shoulders and pushing him off of you.

“Luhan, I can’t,” you insisted, unable to meet his eyes. “I want to, I swear I do, but what if you get in trouble?”

“What if I can make you a promise, then, hm?” he purred as he tilted your chin up with his finger, forcing you to look up at him. “A deal, kind of.”

This was it. All it would take was the deal. It didn’t even matter if he took you right here if there was a deal involved. He could take you back with him if he wanted to and keep you as long as he pleased, making you wait as long as you made him wait. He could do anything with you and to you if you said yes.

He could drop his stupid charade if you said yes.

“A deal?” you asked in a quiet voice. “Like what?”

“If you give into this feeling you have for me, I can assure you that nothing bad will happen to me. There will be no repercussions for me for these actions. Sound good?” he asked, a soft smile on his face as he tilted his head slightly to one side.

You hesitated, thinking it over. Though, you couldn’t see any reason why Luhan of all people would lie.

“...Promise?”

“I promise.”

Slowly, you finally nodded, “Then...yes.”

“Perfect,” Luhan’s voice was just short of a growl, a smile spreading across his face. It would’ve seemed like any other smile if his eyes hadn’t suddenly gone pitch black, causing your eyes to widen as you sucked in a breath. But because it was Luhan, you didn’t scream or try to get away. You just stared at him with a small hint of fear in your eyes. He was a little surprised, but he remembered how you’d felt about him. “Of course you won’t run away from me. You trust me, don’t you?”

You nodded slowly. You didn’t know what was going on, but you trusted Luhan.

He smirked, a hand stroking your hair back softly before his fingers gripped your hair roughly, making you let out a sharp gasp.

“Of course you do. Because you’re a naive little human. You’ve given all your trust to a demon who’s lied to you for over a month now.”

“D-demon?” the words barely fell passed your lips in a quiet squeak.

He nodded with a hum that almost sounded happy, “And now, because you’ve said yes to our ‘promise’, you’ve given me your soul. But don’t worry, _____, we’ll have a lot of fun.”

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Chemistry

This is entirely and forever the fault of @angelfishofthelord and their “The Genre You Struggle With” challenge.

And thus, I present, a schmoopy, silly, rom-com style epoch of the first meeting of Sam and Sam’s Blurry Wife (from the finale).

Summary: A coffee shop, a sprig of mistletoe, and a barista who just might be Santa’s little helper...looks like Gabrielle and Sam are learning a little more about Chemistry.

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“Good morning, Professor!”

Gabrielle D'Angelo raised a hand in greeting at Nico, the morning barista at Renegade Coffee. She had to duck a little bit to avoid the excessive use of tinsel around the door, but once inside the warm coffee shop she could almost forgive the sheer ton of glitter and sparkle and twinkle around her.

Almost.

“You certainly went all out,” she commented as Nico set a tall, steaming cup of her usual morning order on the counter. “It's barely December and this place looks like a Hallmark exploded in here.”

“Well, you know,” Nico shrugged. “Gloria went a little nuts. She downsized to an apartment this summer, so we get all the decorations that won't fit in her new place.”

“Uh-huh,” Gabrielle nodded. She couldn't help but notice the row of nutcrackers on top of the display case. They were all in different little service uniforms—like a postman, milkman, garbage collector, teacher. She pointed at them, eyebrows raised. “No barista?”

“Some people have no taste,” Nico replied with a haughty sniff before breaking out in a dimpled smile. “What else can I get you, Professor?”

Gabrielle leaned down to study the pastries in the case. She liked that Nico always called her Professor, even though she wasn't teaching this year. It sounded better than “textbook revisionist”, which was her actual profession. “Cheese danish?”

“Coming up. I'll bring it out to you when it's warm.”

She raised her coffee cup in toast and left a ten-dollar bill on the counter. That would cover the coffee, pastry, first refill, and her tip...for now. If she couldn't get through Dr. Adair's notes on the taxonomy of noble gases she was going to need more than this. Not even Nico's secret whiskey flask could get her through Dr. Adair's notes on the taxonomy of noble gases.

Gabrielle made her way to her favorite booth in the corner and began unloading her rolling laptop case. Well...it wasn't actually a case. More of a plastic milk crate on a portable luggage dolly, with her laptop tucked in to one side. From the crate she unpacked three older chemistry textbooks, a half-dozen manuscripts held together by alligator clips, and a Hello Kitty pencil case that contained the pens and highlighters she'd need (shut up, it was lucky).

“Cheese danish for milady?” Nico offered, as soon as Gabrielle had unloaded and booted up her laptop. She accepted the little plate and absently took a bite from the warm danish, ignoring the fork Nico had placed at her side, and stared at the glowing logo as the computer slowly roused itself.

Her laptop was old, still a relic from her graduate days. She always meant to buy a new one when her tax refund hit every year, but something else came up. Car repairs, a friend's wedding, sewage line backing up into her bathroom...there was never enough money. If she could make the deadline on the textbook revisions, though, she should have enough for a new laptop and a new muffler. No more cable ties and duct tape!

As Gabrielle waited, computer slowly idling its way awake, she caught herself staring at the door, wondering if Hippy Man would appear today.

Hippy Man was...well, she really was supposed to be above these things. But with that hair and the little bit of stubble...hey, a girl could still dream, even if that girl had two doctorates and a Very Important Opportunity. Plus, he was probably taken. Or an asshole. Or both!

Hippy Man didn't come in as often as Gabrielle did, unless he was here the three days a week she let herself sleep past 6am. He didn't have a regular order, Nico and the others didn't know him by name, and he never stayed longer than the time he took to drink his tea of the day.

(She knew he favored Chai because he ordered it at least twice a week, and Nico put a cut little accent on when he called out a Chai latte...that was why she knew it, she wasn't snooping.)

The bell over the door jingled (and jingled...and jingled...looks like Gloria replaced the little shop bell with an entire harness of sleigh bells), and in walked Hippy Man. Well, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

He was in the blue flannel today, which was Gabrielle's favorite. The brown one washed out his complexion, and the yellow one was just a no. Between the flannel and the beanie he looked like some kind of beatnik poet, though the muscles in his forearms and the callouses on his hands spoke more to manual labor.

(She wasn't snooping! She was just...bored.)

“Chai latte today, sir?” Nico asked. Ah, good! Hippy Man was coming in regularly enough to start being recognized.

Hippy Man started back, staring from the board to Nico for a moment. Gabrielle wanted to roll her eyes...maybe this wasn't a small town, but it was a small coffee shop. Come to Renegade Coffee enough times and Nico would learn something about you. It happened. Just go with it.

“Yeah, uh, sounds great,” Hippy Man nodded. “Do you have any of those vegan blueberry muffins?”

“Saved one for you!” Nico replied cheerily. God, he was the best. Gabrielle ducked her head, pretending like she wasn't snooping. (Okay, so she was snooping a little bit.) Obviously Nico had noticed that Hippy Man only drank tea and ate the vegan muffins (ew). Nico had probably figured out the guy's entire backstory based on his morning orders.

The bright tones of the Windows theme alerted Gabrielle to the fact that her laptop had finally booted up. Gabrielle shook herself, crammed the last of her danish in her mouth, and started on the arduous process to getting her dinosaur of a machine to log on to the Renegade Coffee WiFi.

Hippy Guy always waited at the counter for his order, which just added to the weird. Most patrons took a seat, relaxed a little, but not this guy. He stood there, hands shoved in his pockets, bowed forward a little as though to hide his ridiculous height.

(Really, instead of Hippy Man maybe she should have called him The Moose.)

“Here you go, dude,” Nico announced, setting Hippy Man's beverage and muffin on the counter. “Enjoy!”

“Yeah, uh, thanks. You too.”

Gabrielle bit back a snort, covering it up with a sip from her coffee (Renegade's own Double Dark Dark blend, guaranteed the strongest coffee in the tri-county area. Hey, the taxonomy of noble gases wasn't a laughing matter). At least Hippy Man was as human as the rest of them.

She rested an elbow on the table and leaned her chin in her hand to watch Hippy Man blunder through an embarrassed apology/explanation for what he'd just said—even though Nico had heard “you too” so many times he didn't even react anymore—while she waiting for the little spinny thing to connect her to the internet. Dr. Adair had probably sent three more emails, each one trying to decide between “the order to which we assign these elements” and “to which order we assign these elements”.

In the corner of her eye she saw her screen go white and leaned back to look at it.

No connection.

Gabrielle frowned and tapped the WiFi icon again.

More spinning. She took a minute to straighten the manuscripts—Dr. Russel's additions to the chapters on heavy metals were probably the best she'd seen yet, especially considering Dr. Russel had her own proofreader and hadn't demanded to revise her entry dozens of times, like Dr. Adair.

The screen flashed white again. No connection.

“Hey, Nico?” Gabrielle called. She noticed Hippy Guy frowning at his phone, but ignored him for the moment (which was difficult). “Is the WiFi down?”

Nico poked his head out of the back, towel draped over his shoulder. “Sorry, Professor. It was acting up last night...guess it's still out there. Gloria said she'd call it in when she gets here.”

Gabrielle sunk down in her chair, biting her lip and staring blankly at her computer. She could always pull up the emails on her phone, she supposed. The textbook itself was in a shared online file so she wouldn't be able to work on that until the WiFi was fixed...but she could go through the manuscripts and make notes by hand. With a heavy sigh she slapped her laptop shut and tugged the first stack of paper over.

Oh shit. Hippy Man was watching her.

Gabrielle bent forward over the table, letting her dark hair fall forward like a curtain to cut him off from view. Sure, he was cute and all, but she didn't really want to get into this with him now.

Hippy Man was standing up.

Don't come over, don't come over, don't come over....

Hippy Man was walking over.

Dammit.

“Hi, I'm Sam,” Hippy Man said, holding his hand out.

Gabrielle blew out a sigh and accepted the gesture. “Gabrielle.”

Apparently that was enough for Hippy Man—Sam—and he pulled out the chair opposite. “So, you're a professor?”

“I'm not teaching at the moment,” Gabrielle hedged. Sam was looking at the books on her table, actually touching one of the old textbooks to turn it so he could see the spine. His eyebrows shot up.

Oh god. Here it comes. She could see the headline now...Local Himbo Knows More About Chemistry Than Distinguished Textbook Revisionist.

“You teach chemistry?” Sam asked.

“I'm...working on the textbook,” Gabrielle said. She braced herself for it. Every time she met a guy—at least the tall, ruggedly handsome, flannel-wearing, beatnik-poet-looking ones—they were always intimidated by her work. Or they broke it down to something less (no, it wasn't the same as his mom putting together the family newsletter...yes, she did have a degree in chemistry...no, that didn't mean she could break bad or whatever, and no, she didn't know how to make meth!).

“That's incredible!” Sam said. He actually had the textbook open, caressing the table of contents. “I think I used this edition my sophomore year—is this the one you're revising?”

Gabrielle stared at him. “Well...we're about three versions ahead, but we're going back to that edition for the section on Amphoterism, Peterson really didn't do it justice even if he did have tenure at the time.”

Sam's eyebrows had shot up even higher, almost into his beanie. Gabrielle had to laugh at herself. “Sorry, shop talk.”

“It's okay,” Sam gently closed the textbook and placed it back on the stack reverently. “I see you in here a lot, you just always seem so busy. I didn't want to disturb you.”

Gabrielle shrugged. She had a lot of work to do. Coming out to Renegade Coffee to do it just felt better than working at home, with nothing but her beta fish to distract her. “And how about you, chai-tea-and-vegan-muffin-man? What do you do when you're not telling Nico to enjoy his meal?”

Sam blushed and stared down at the cup in his hands. God, he was cute, up this close. He even had dimples. “It's just a reflex,” he said defensively. She giggled—actually giggled, like an idiot in a rom-com. Instead of making Sam blush even harder, he peered up at her through his bangs and unleashed a devastating smile.

“So?” Gabrielle insisted. “What do you do?”

“This and that,” Sam shrugged. “Mostly pest removal.”

“Yeah?” she took a sip of her coffee. It was almost cold now...this was the point she usually drank the rest of it in one long shot, but she decided to savor it this time. Nico had snuck in a pump of peppermint flavor, and while she would normally beat him with edition three of A Modern Approach to Chemistry she was willing to forgive him this time. It was almost Christmas. “So, like, mice and roaches and stuff?”

Sam gave a halfhearted shrug. “More...specialized.”

Gabrielle felt her own eyebrows rise. “Specialized pest removal? What, like...coyotes in the crawlspace?”

He held up a hand, forefinger and thumb about a centimeter apart. “Almost. It's...complicated. I'm kind of doing it on the side, taking some time off to deal with...personal stuff.”

Shit, Gabrielle could understand that. When her widowed father had gotten remarried she'd taken almost a year to work with a pharmaceutical company in Canada. She loved her new step-father, sure, but it was hard to see anyone else in her mother's place.

Nico stopped by the table, a fresh coffee in one hand and a hot tea in the other. “On the house,” he explained. “Gloria will be in in about twenty minutes, she said she already called the internet guys.”

“Thanks, Nico,” Gabrielle smiled. She threw back the rest of her coffee in one long pull and set the empty cup to one side before tugging the new, hot cup close.

Nico was staring at her. Well, he was staring from her to Sam and back again.

“What?” Gabrielle demanded.

He pointedly looked up.

For the first time, Gabrielle noticed there was mistletoe hanging from the light fixture above her head.

“Nico!” Gabrielle moaned.

“Oh, sorry, I didn't...see that,” Sam protested. He tried to scoot his chair back but Nico had stuck a foot behind it.

“Either you kiss her or I kiss you, big fella,” Nico said, winking.

Face burning with embarrassment, Gabrielle looked over in time to see Sam give a helpless shrug. He shuffled sideways into the booth next to her and gently caught her chin with one hand.

“Merry Christmas, Gabrielle,” he whispered, leaning down to press his lips to hers.

Her stomach did a little flip, which had nothing to do with the coffee she'd just down, and she found herself unconsciously leaning toward him when he pulled back.

Gabrielle blinked, staring up at the man who was now sitting beside her. “What was that?”

Nico snatched up her empty cups and gave her a wink. “That, my dear Professor, was Chemistry.”

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The challenge:

-Must not deviate into your usual preferred genre of writing (I normally write hurt/comfort, action, and suspense, so this was romance/rom-com)

-Must be written in third-person (done!)

-For added difficulty, add an essential original character (pick between Gabrielle as the OFC version of Sam’s Blurry Wife or Nico the barista as Santa’s little helper)

-Use less than ten tags (not including character/relationship tags) (is “chemistry words” a tag? I looked them up)

-For extra added difficulty write for a ship you hate (Sam/SBW is one I hate if SBW isn’t Eileen...but I named her Gabrielle because I also hate Sabriel)

#sam winchester #sam winchester's blurry wife #sam winchester/sam winchester's blurry wife #rom-com #coffee shop #chemistry #post series finale #sam's blurry wife is not eileen #supernatural #fic #fanfic #I looked up chemistry terms

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