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whatsk-poppinhomies · 1 year ago

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Pairing : Dad!Bangchan x F!Reader TW : Chans daughter is not readers child ; Chans ex wife and daughter are shit starters ; drama of course ; angsty ; honestly, poor Chan ; fluffy ending though ; slightly suggestive at the end as well ; Word Count : 6.5k Request : Anonny : Please write an angsty / fluffy fic about Dad!chan who, after years of not dating, finally decides to get back into dating & when he finally finds someone he doesn't tell reader he has a teenage daughter because he doesn't know how reader would feel about it but when reader finds out they're really upset and avoid him and his daughter reaches out to reader and convinces reader to talk to Chan and make up because she hates seeing her dad upset. A/N : This request is so cute and I'm so happy I get to write it. Of course, it will be super drama because I love when it happens, and with Chans recent bbl messages we know this man loves this kind of shit, so... This is for Chan and Chan stans and we love Chan!

“I got a call from your teacher today, Ella.” Chan said as his daughter walked through the front door. “They said your grades haven’t been the best lately, that you haven’t been focusing in class. Is something wrong? Do you have something going on?” He didn’t want to be the kind of father that always got on his child when their grades were below average, but he also didn’t want his daughter to flunk out. He wanted to see her be successful and happy in life, that’s all he ever wanted.

“I’ve just been going through some stuff, dad.” Ella mumbled as she kicked her shoes into the corner near the front door and dropped her bags onto the floor. “Mom said she’s been trying to get in touch with you lately. I guess she saw that you’ve been posting about going out on your facebook.” She pulled out the chair across the table from Chan. “Why don’t I get to meet your new girlfriend?”

Chan rolled his eyes, finally looking up from his phone to look at his daughter. “You’re changing the subject. What I do in my spare time isn’t important. Your grades are. So tell me, what kind of stuff have you been going through that’s been keeping you from being able to focus. Maybe I can help.”

She huffed loudly, the attitude that he was warned would come along with a teenage daughter was in full force now. “It’s not even important anyway… Don’t you have a date to go on tonight? That’s all you ever talk about anymore. It’s like you don’t even care that mom left…” It was finally making sense to him, but it hurt that she felt that way. He had been kind enough to keep his ex wife’s dirty secrets just that, a secret, so that Ellas view of her mother wouldn’t be warped. He was trying to do the right thing, but it was becoming harder and harder.

“I do care that your mother left… I was hurt by it for a long time, El. It’s been 8 years, and I think that it’s time that I’ve finally moved on because she isn’t coming back. Your mother has gotten remarried, divorced, and married again in those 8 years and I haven’t been with anyone until just a few months ago. I don’t think you’re being very fair right now.” He tried to explain, but he could tell, he could just see it in her face that she wasn’t ready to hear about it. “And, just so you know, I don’t have a date to go on tonight. I was planning on being here to help you with your homework and studying so that I don’t get another call like I had today.”

///

“Had a late night in the studio, huh?” You said as you walked up behind Chan, your arms draping over his shoulders as he sat in front of his computer in his office. You could tell he was tired, he could barely sit up straight and his eyes wouldn’t stay open for longer than a few seconds. “It’s okay to take a break, bubs. It’s 3racha, not ChrisRacha.”

He snickered at the little name, finally swiveling his chair around to face you and pulling you down onto his lap. “You sound like everyone else. I don’t like taking breaks, it gives me too much time to think about the time that I’m wasting.” He explained, his voice was groggy and not even laced, but completely filled with exhaustion. “I’ll be fine once I go over your place tonight, we can cuddle up and watch a movie.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his hot breath against your skin sending a wave of goosebumps all over.

“They’re repainting all of the apartments, I can’t even go into my own house right now. I’ve been staying with my parents.” You reminded him, although you were sure you had texted him about it and told him about it in the days leading up to the renovation. “We can go over to your place. We’ve been dating for 4 months now and you haven’t even invited me over.”

There was a reason for that, a reason that you didn’t know of, but he felt it was just better if you didn’t find out. The last thing he wanted was for you to run off because he had a daughter, not just any daughter though, a teenage daughter who was still hung up on the divorce of her parents. She wasn’t the easiest to get along with, and although Chan had tried to butter her up to the prospect of one day meeting you, she didn’t take too kindly to the fact that he was dating again. “My place is a mess…” He lied, trying to muffle his words in the fabric of your shirt so you wouldn’t pick up on it. “We can go to a hotel if you’d like.”

“That seems sleezy…” You mumbled, and he felt awful, he truly did. It felt like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He absolutely loves his daughter with every ounce of his heart, his entire being, he loved being her father. He loved you too though, you had been the light at the end of a very long, very dark tunnel. He didn’t want to have to choose between the two of you, it just didn’t seem fair. “I guess we’ll just wait for my apartment to be ready…” He could feel you trying to pull away, he could tell that you were upset, he didn’t want you to leave like that, so he tightened his arms around you, holding you close to him.

“You’re not sleezy! I’m sorry I even recommended that, you’re better than that.” He quickly tried to get himself out of the hole that he had dug, it felt like he was clawing his way to the top, and everytime he got halfway out, he’d slip and he’d fall right back to the bottom. “I’ll clean my place, I just want it to be perfect for when you come over. Okay? You deserve the best.”

The tension slowly left your body, he felt you soften up against him, and for a moment, it felt like he could breathe again. “Okay… Fine. I’ll wait… I just really miss sleeping next to you.” You whispered, and those words made his stomach feel warm and fuzzy. He missed sleeping next to you too. “I have to get back to work though… I’ll see you later. Try taking a break though, take a nap or something, that’s what the couch is for.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek before getting up, his arms reluctantly loosening around you until you were free to go. “Seriously, get some sleep.”

///

“Where are you going?” Ella asked from the couch, watching Chan storm to the front door and yank his coat off the hook. “Did you and your girlfriend get into a little fight? Do you have to go kiss and make up now?” The mocking tone in her voice would usually only slightly irritate him, but he was already beyond irritated at the reason he had to leave in the first place.

“No, it’s your damn mother.” He snapped, pulling his shoes on before grabbing his keys. “I don’t know how long she’ll hold me up, there’s food in the freezer, or you can grab my wallet out of my bag and order yourself something. Try to do some studying while I’m gone, please?” And without another word he was out the front door, slamming it behind him.

What Chan didn’t know was that he had left his wallet at work on his studio desk, and you had gone into his studio before leaving to see if he was there but only found his wallet. He must have left the building without saying anything to you, and you wondered if maybe he was sick or something had happened back at his place. You were doing the right thing, at least that’s what you felt you were doing. You were just going to take his wallet home to him and check up on him. You didn’t mind that his house might be a little dirty, you completely understood that he was busy, you didn’t expect his house to be immaculate.

You weren’t sure why you were so nervous to stand in front of his front door, but a chill ran through your body and you had to take a few breaths before even lifting your hand to knock. Once you did, you took a step back, listening to the locks being undone before the door opened. It wasn’t who you expected to see, it wasn’t Chan, it was a girl, she looked younger, at least 15 or 16. “Oh, I’m sorry. I must have read the address wrong.” You quickly apologized, bowing your head to the girl before turning away.

“Who are you looking for?” The girl asked, and what you weren’t aware of was that she had seen Chans wallet in your hand, she knew that you had come to the right address, she was just playing a game that you didn’t know about. You quickly said his name, and she let out a soft hum. “He’s out right now. It’s date night for him and my mom.” You felt your stomach sink, deeper and deeper until it couldn’t go any further. “Is that his wallet? Thank you so much for bringing it, I’m sure he’ll be happy to know that you brought it back. Hopefully he’ll answer his phone so he can pick it up and pay the bill, you know?”

You nodded slowly, the bile from your stomach rising into your throat. “Y-Yeah… Of course… H-Here you go.” You stammered, your hand shaking as you handed the wallet over to the girl. You knew she wasn’t lying, she looked so much like Chan it was uncanny. Why hadn’t he told you? What was he even doing with you? He had a wife, or at least a girlfriend or fiancee… He had a child… But he was going around with you? It was beginning to add up though… Why he always wanted to go over your house. Why he’d rather go to a hotel than to bring you to his own place. You felt absolutely sick.

“Have a good night!” The girl chimed cheerfully as you made your way back to your car, the light from inside the house that had illuminated the front yard faded until you were covered in darkness. You were devastated, you were heartbroken… You had never felt more humiliated in your life and all you wanted to do was go crawl underneath a rock and hide there.

///

The meeting with his ex wife the night before had stressed Chan out beyond belief. He couldn’t believe that after 8 years she wanted to fight for custody of Ella now. Her reasoning behind it would have been laughable if they hadn’t been so damn ridiculous. By the time he had gotten home though, Ella was already in bed and he was so tired from dealing with his ex that he had gone right to bed as well. By morning, Ella had already left for school, so he’d have to wait until he got off work and she got home from school to even talk to her about what her mother had said.

Now, he was only looking forward to seeing you. You were the only person at this point who could calm him down and bring him some semblance of peace, at least for the short amount of time that he got to be with you. “Hey, lovely.” He called to you when he caught you walking down the hall. Usually you’d smile and wave, you’d even run over to him sometimes if the hall was empty. This time you just shook your head before lowering it and walking right by him.

It was a shock to say the least, and his mind immediately jumped to the worst, although he couldn’t be 100% sure of what had happened that would cause you to be acting like this. Was it because of the hotel comment the day before? Was it because he wouldn’t let you come over to his house? It couldn’t be that though, he had talked to you about it. It had to be something more, but he couldn’t figure it out. You looked absolutely pissed, like you didn’t want anything to do with him.

“Y/N!” He called out your name now, jogging down the hall to catch up with you, but you didn’t even look up at him, and you sure as hell didn’t slow down. In fact, it seemed like you sped up, like you were trying to get away from him. “Hey… What… What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?” He lowered his voice but quickened his steps to keep up with you, trying to duck down just enough to get a view of your face, but every time he got close enough you’d look away.

“I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to see you. Whatever it was that you made me think we had, it’s over. I’d like it if you left me alone now.” You stated flatly, your arms tightening around the multitude of folders that you clutched to your chest. “I’m changing groups, I won’t be one of your staff anymore as well, so please, don’t bother me anymore.”

Something had happened, and it wasn’t something that could easily be fixed like Chan thought. It was worse, way worse. You had basically fired yourself from being his group's staff because of whatever happened. “Hold on!” His fingers wrapped around your upper arm, stopping you from going any further. “So you’re just… Breaking up with me? You’re not even going to tell me why!?” His voice cracked as it rose in pitch, his chest rising and falling heavily as the panic fully set in. “I fucking love you, Y/N… You can’t just do this to me and not tell me why.”

When you finally looked up, he could see your eyes were glistening, your bottom lashes bedazzled with twinkling tears that clung onto them. You were just as upset as he was. “Stop pretending, Christopher!” You croaked out, sniffling loudly once the words left your chapped lips. “I refuse to be the rebound chick that you think you can run to when your marriage is on the rocks. I won’t be strung along by you, not anymore.” You took a few deep, shaky breaths to compose yourself before you pulled your arm free of Chans hold. “Now, if you don’t mind… I have another group to meet. I have work to do. I do believe that you have some work to do as well.” You bowed your head to him before turning and walking away, leaving him more confused than he was before.

His marriage… It had fallen apart years ago when he had come home to find his wife in bed with another man while his daughter was fast asleep in the room across the hall. It had been disgusting, heartbreaking, it would have been his downfall if not for his daughter and the moral, mental, and emotional support of the guys. He wasn’t sure why it was being brought up, he didn’t even know how you had found out, but that same feeling of devastation that he had felt 8 years ago was flooding him once again.

The guys… They were the only ones who would be able to talk to you, they were the only ones who knew about the secret past that Chan was trying so hard to hide from you. Would they do something like that though? Would they hurt him like that? “Yo! What’s up?” Changbin said as he came up behind Chan, his arm draping over his shoulder. “You’re… crying? What happened?” The cheerful tone was immediately dropped, and even though Changbin was younger, he was in full protection mode.

“Y/N… She… She broke up with me…. She knows about Sana…” He gasped out the words, each of them getting caught in his throat, it felt like he was choking. “Somebody told her… Someone… They had to have told her! Who!?” He was shouting now, his sadness turning to anger in a matter of seconds. The look of confusion of Changbins face was enough for Chan to know that he had no idea what Chan was talking about, and that in itself proved his innocence. That left 6 more guys to question.

“Y-You know that none of us would do that to you… Why would we do that? You were happy!” Changbin quickly defended the others as well, seeing in Chans eyes that he was on the warpath and he wasn’t going to stop until he found out who had told you. “I… I do know she went to the studio last night after you left… She… She said something about your wallet but… Maybe she went to your house to drop it off and… and…-”

“Ella…” Chan muttered out the name, a loud groan leaving him as his head fell back. “I have to go… Will you be okay? Can you run practice for me?” Now he was in a hurry, a hurry to get home, to talk to you… He had so many things he had to do, he didn’t even know where to begin. Changbin nodded his head, patting Chans shoulder before taking a step back. Truthfully, Chan didn’t know what the hell he was going to do… But he knew he had to do something. He wasn’t going to lose you… He couldn’t.

///

“Sit. Now.” Chan said, not even giving his daughter time to fully come through the door before the words left his mouth. He had been sitting at the table, thinking over and over about how he’d go about bringing it up to her, but now that she was finally home, all of his thoughts had gone out the window and all he could feel was irritation. She rolled her eyes, dropping off her bag and kicking her shoes off like she did every day, heading in the direction of her bedroom. “Did you not hear me? I want to talk to you.”

“About what?” She snapped, whipping around to face him. “About the lady that showed up on our front porch last night?” Chans eyes widened, he didn’t even have to drag it out of her, she wasn’t a liar… and for that, he was proud, he had at least taught her one good thing. “Did she dump you? Well good… You don’t deserve to be happy. Not after what you did to mom…” After… what he did…? He was stunned into silence, his head cocked to the side as he tried to think about what he could have possibly done to make him the bad guy in all of this. “She told me all about it, don’t try to act like you’re so innocent.”

Those weren’t Ellas words, those were her mothers words and she was speaking them for her. “I tried so hard to protect your mother for some reason… So that you wouldn’t think badly of her… And this is what she does.” He mumbled, running his hand through his hair and sighing heavily. “Can you please sit? I really need to talk to you…” He stretched his legs under the table, pushing out the chair across from him and motioning to it with his head. He could see the reluctance, but she finally made her way over, dropping down into the chair, but not without an eye roll and a look of disgust. “I didn’t want to tell you the truth… I didn’t want you to see your mother as anything less than what she is… But I wasn’t the one who did anything. Your mother is the reason we’re divorced…”

“You’re a liar… She said that you’d lie…” Ella mumbled, her arms crossing over her chest as she glared at her father. “Just like you lied to that lady. She didn’t even know I existed! You kept me a secret from her… Why? Are you embarrassed of me? Are you ashamed of me?” The sulky teenage attitude subsided, and he could see that she wasn’t just angry, she was upset. He never meant for it to be like this, he didn’t even think that something like this would happen. It’s not like he planned on keeping his daughter hidden forever… He just didn’t want to spring it all on you at the beginning of the relationship.

“No! God, no… El… You are an amazing daughter, you’re smart and you’re funny… You’re the most wonderful thing I’ve ever created. I’m so proud of you…” He whispered, and he could see the tears beginning to form in her eyes. He should have told her these things a long time ago, maybe she wouldn’t be acting out, but it was too late, and now all he could do was try to fix things piece by piece. “I didn’t want to bring someone into your life unless I knew that it was serious… It’s one thing for me to be hurt… But I didn’t want you to potentially get close to her just for her to leave and hurt you too.” He swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath to prepare himself before continuing. “I divorced your mother… Because she cheated on me, Ella. Do you really think I would have gotten custody of you if it were the other way around? The man she married… That’s… That’s the guy… And they’re already divorced… And she’s already married again. She’s been married twice since the divorce, and I… I haven’t been with anyone until a couple months ago. Do you think that would be the case if I was the one who had screwed up?” He could see the gears turning in her mind as she thought about everything that he was saying, and he could see that it was all adding up. “Your mother wanted to meet up with me yesterday because she’s trying to get custody of you…”

Ellas eyes widened and her head shook fast. “No… I don’t… I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to live with her, dad.” The words were rushed out, full fledged panic written across her features. “Don’t let her take me… I want to stay with you… I’m sorry… I’m sorry I told the lady that you were having date night with mom. I’m sorry that I ruined it… I’m sorry… Please don’t let her take me.” She was crying now, absolutely bawling, and it broke his heart to see his daughter so upset.

He jumped out of his chair, running around to her side of the table and pulling her up into his arms. Right now, she wasn’t just a teenager with a bit of an attitude problem… She was his little girl, and he was going to protect her and he was going to keep her safe. He was going to fix everything, no matter what it took. “She’s not going to get you, she won’t win. You’re staying here with me… I promise.”

///

“Have you gotten a hold of her?” Ella asked, dropping down onto the couch beside her father. It had been weeks since the last time he had spoken to you, but he had seen you in the halls at the building every single day. No matter how many times he tried to stop you and explain everything, you’d just keep walking like you didn’t know him at all. Ella could see that it was breaking him, and she knew that it was her fault. “I’m really sorry, dad…” She mumbled.

Your picture was still his lockscreen, and every time a notification would pop up on his phone he would jump up, a single second of excitement and wishful thinking, only to be let down once he realized it was someone, anyone but you. “It’s okay… I’m gonna try to get some work done. Let me know when you get hungry, I’ll make us some dinner, yeah?” And she nodded slowly, waiting for Chan to get up and go into his little office before running to the front door and pulling on her shoes. If he wasn’t able to fix it, maybe she could.

The walk to the building wasn’t too far, and she knew that, for the most part, whenever her father went into his office it was so he could cry in private. That usually lasted a couple hours, and she was sure that she wouldn’t need too much time.

Everyone in the building knew her, they had heard so much about Chans daughter that she was looked at as an idol herself. They all welcomed her warmly, but she was on a mission. “Hi! Would you happen to know where an Y/L/N Y/N is? My dad sent me to make sure she got something.” She came up with it quickly, and no one seemed to question it either. They gave her the information just as fast and sent her on her way… It was far too easy… She’d have to talk to her dad about that.

The ride up the elevator gave her enough time to think about what she would say, or at least a little bit of what she’d say. Truth be told, she was nervous. She wanted things to go well for her fathers sake, but she knew that the trouble she had caused and what she did could have irreversible damage.

When the doors slid open, it was like fate had brought her here at this exact moment, because you were standing right outside the doors. “Oh… Uhm… I-I remember you…” You murmured, bowing your head to her before taking a step back. “I think you’re on the wrong floor though… Your father is a couple floors down.”

Ella shook her head, stepping out of the elevator, trying to look like she wasn’t a nervous wreck standing in front of you. “I’m here to talk to you.” She said, her head held high just to exemplify the false feeling of confidence that she was trying to give off. “Are you busy?”

“I’m very sorry if me being with your father created any problems. I’m not with him anymore though… And, with all due respect… I’m just trying to move on.”

“That’s the problem though!” Ella blurted out as you moved past her and stepped into the elevator, turning around quickly on her heel to face you, her hand pressed against the elevator door to keep it from closing. “Him and my mother aren’t together… They haven’t been together for 8 years. I… I was upset because… I didn’t understand what happened… I didn’t know why my parents weren’t together and… My mom lied and… And I’m sorry. My dad really loves you… And he wanted me to meet you… And he’s been crying every night because I ruined your relationship because I lied just like my mom and I’m… I’m really sorry, ma’am…”

She was once again crying, and you didn’t really know what to do, but it felt wrong to just stand there and watch her cry, so you hesitantly stepped out of the elevator and gave her the most awkward one armed hug. “It’s… It’s okay…” You murmured, and much to your surprise, she turned her body completely toward you and wrapped her arms around you. Whether there was a maternal bone in your body at all before this moment or not, you immediately felt the urge to comfort her, to make sure she was okay, to wipe her tears and tell her that everything would be fine. “Hey… Hey, let’s go to my office. We can get a drink and some tissues and then… I’ll take you home. Is that okay?”

Ella nodded slowly, her face scrunched up and her bottom lip pushed out. She really did look like her father. “Will you talk to him?” She asked weakly, and as much as you hated him… Now that you knew the truth… It felt like the right thing to do, so you hummed in agreement to her question, leading her down the hall to your little office and pushing the door open for her. “Y-You know… You’re still his main picture on his phone. He’s waiting for you to text him or call him or something… He misses you so much.”

You were sure that she didn’t mean to tell you so much, and you were very sure that Chan would be incredibly embarrassed if he found out that his daughter was telling you so much. “I’ll talk to him, I promise… Pinky promise.” You held out your hand, your pinky extended to her, and she quickly latched her finger around yours, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips.

“You are really pretty… He wasn’t lying… And you’re really nice too. I would be really mad at me if I were you…” She lowered her head, her entire body slouching forward as she sat in the chair across your desk. “Why aren’t you mad at me?” Her voice was below a whisper, her question genuine, and you didn’t really know how to answer it.

“Well…” You began, your fingers drumming against your lap as you leaned back in your chair. “I don’t blame you for what you did… You’re a child and… And your parents divorced. I’m sure that any child would be upset if they found out either of their parents was dating someone else, especially if the kid doesn’t understand why their parents divorced in the first place. You were protected from the truth… But it made you do something that you regret. It’s still not your fault though, it’s no one's fault.” You reached across your desk, your hand faced up for her, and she slowly placed her hand in yours, the smile from earlier returning to her face, but this time it was just a little bigger and it reached her eyes. “Let’s go see your dad, yeah?”

///

Chan had at some point cried himself to sleep while sitting in front of his computer, but the sound of a soft knock on the door had him jolting awake. “Dad?” Ellas voice came between the small crack in the door as she peeked inside, and he quickly wiped the sleep from his eyes as he got up from his chair, almost bringing his entire laptop with him since he forgot to take the headphones off. “I ordered dinner for us… It’s here.” She said between little giggles at the way he stumbled. It was nice to hear her laugh, he hadn’t heard it in a bit, not from anyone in the house. He wondered what had changed.

“You didn’t have to do that, I would have cooked for us…” He said somberly, but he knew that she was doing it as a favor for him. He was a wreck, it was visibly noticeable that he hadn’t had more than a few hours of sleep in the past two weeks, he had bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess. He was a shell of the man that he once was when he had you, but he knew he had to get better, he wasn’t sure how he would do that, but it wasn’t fair to Ella to constantly be like this, it would only make her feel more guilty. “I’ll be right out… Thank you.” He said when she hovered in the doorway, and he watched her walk away. There was a bounce in her step, she hadn’t been this peppy in a while. He was genuinely curious and now he was rushing out of the little studio room so that he’d be able to sit down and talk to her, maybe he could find out what was going on.

“I hope you don’t mind, I brought a friend over.” She said from the kitchen. He was adamant that he had never heard her bring up a friend, especially not one that would come over and visit. Was it a boy? She never mentioned liking anyone at school… Was she too scared to talk to him about those kinds of things? He made a mental note to sit down and talk to her about it one day this week. “Are you coming?” She called out and he hummed in agreement, trudging out of the little room with his head hung just a little.

This wasn’t the first impression that he wanted one of his daughter's friends to have of him as her father. He wanted to look more respectable for the sake of Ellas reputation. It seemed like he didn’t really have a choice though, she was rushing him to come out, and he didn’t want to keep her and whoever she had over waiting. “I apologize, I wasn’t really told that you’d be coming over.” Chan began as he walked down the hall, and he completely froze when he saw just who his daughter had brought over.

“I don’t think anyone really knew I was coming over.” You said lightly, the warmest smile spreading across your face as you looked at him. He couldn’t say anything, he couldn’t find words, all he could manage to do was open his mouth and croak out sounds as salty tears pricked his eyes. “Is it… okay… that I’m here?” You asked when the silence lasted longer than you thought it would, and he nodded his head fervently, wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his hoodie.

“It’s… It’s more than okay… I just… I don’t know why… I don’t mind it though.” He rambled, looking between you and Ella who was currently setting the table for three people instead of the usual two. “You’re… staying for dinner?” He questioned, and you gave him that adorable, heart stopping smile that had stopped him in the halls of the building all of those months ago, the smile that had pushed him over the edge and made him fall for you in the beginning.

“Yes she is.” Ella spoke up, clapping her hands together to get both of your attention. “Do you want me to eat in my room… So the two of you can talk? I’m sure you have a lot to talk about… I can leave you alone if you’d like.” But you shook your head, walking over to the table and playfully ruffling her hair before opening the takeout bag and pulling out the contents.

“I’d like it a whole lot if you stayed and ate with us… But if you want to eat in your room… If your dad says it’s okay… Then you can.” You sounded so… sweet, the way a mother would talk to her own daughter, and the craziest part was that Ella smiled at you before taking a seat at the table, she actually listened to you… There was no attitude that came alone with it. “Are you just going to stand there and look at the food, or are you going to join us in eating it?” You asked, bringing Chan out of his own thoughts and back into the room.

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m coming…” Chan whispered, walking into the dining room and taking his usual seat, but the aura at the table was a lot different now. It’s like the whole room had gotten 10 times brighter, and no matter which way he looked he was met with a warm smile. He had so many questions, but he knew that he had all the time in the world to ask them, and regardless of the answer… He knew that things would be better now, all of the pieces were falling back into place, and the picture was more beautiful than he had ever imagined it to be.

~6 Months Later~

“You’re gonna absolutely crush this test, I know you will.” You stood at the stove, preparing breakfast as Ella sat at the table, her face buried in her text book to get as much last minute studying in before she had to go to school. “No matter what, I want you to remember that your dad and I are so proud of you and how hard you work. Okay? We love you.” Ella hummed softly, not even looking up from her book, but you could see that she was smiling, and that was enough of a response for you to know that she had heard you, that she was listening. You carefully placed her plate down beside her, lightly tapping the table to get her attention. “Please eat. Okay?”

Chan ran out of the bedroom, his eyes barely even opened, his shirt wrinkled and twisted and his hair sticking up in all different directions. “Did she leave yet?!” He asked rather loudly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and blinking a few times before focusing in on his daughter who was looking up at him, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. “Don’t laugh, it’s not funny. I wanted to give you a hug before you left.” He pouted, and she quickly got up out of her chair, rushing over to Chan and wrapping her arms around him. “You’ll do great. I-”

“No more speeches! You guys are going to make me cry!” Ella dramatically whined, pulling away from Chan and running back to the table to pack her things into her bag and then shoveling as much food into her mouth as she could before going to the front door. “Love you! I’ll see you later!” She mumbled with her mouth full of food, and before the two of you could say it back she was out the door.

Once the door was shut, Chan walked over to you, his arms wrapping around your from behind as he rested his chin against your shoulder. “Hey…” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek that was dampened by tears that you hadn’t even realized had begun to fall. “What’s wrong, lovey?” He cooed, gently turning you around to face him, his head cocked to the side.

“I don’t know… I just… I’ve only been here for six months and… We’ve gotten so close and… She’ll be going off to college soon if that’s what she wants to do… But… I’m gonna miss her and the house is gonna be so empty and…” You pouted up at Chan who couldn’t help but find it adorable the way you were right now. It was the most heartwarming thing, to know that you loved his daughter so much already that you were crying at the thought of her leaving.

“Well… We have the house to ourselves for a couple of hours… We could watch a movie or something to take your mind off of being sad… Or… We could go have some fun… Surprise Ella with a brother or a sister when she comes home from college…” Your eyes widened at the suggestion, but your feet were already moving in the direction of the bedroom, that all too familiar tingly feeling building in your stomach. “We can watch a movie when we’re done… If you’re not too tired.”

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allllium · 1 year ago

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Sleepover

~ Soft!Jason is the best Jason

~ WC: 1,566 [Fluff, Hurt/Comfort]

- You and Jason have a sleepover

You and Jason have been dating for a couple months at this point and he has yet to sleepover at your house. Not only that but he's never allowed you to sleep at his overnight. For a while you didn't know whether or not to be offended by this but Jason quickly assured you that wasn't the case.

You know Jason went through some shit, as much as he's tried to hide it, the scar on his chest isn't something he can easily hide from the light. Although he's yet to explain everything to you, you try your best to understand some things he simply can't do.

Once you finally accepted that spending the night with Jason wasn't something you'd be able to do, he surprised you.

“Hey sweetheart.” He greets you as you answer the phone.

“Hey Jay, what's up?” You don't know why he's calling you only an hour before he's coming over for dinner, but to each their own.

“Nothing much. I was just wondering how you felt about having dinner over at my place?”

“Oh um yeah we can do that. Is there any reason?”

“Do I need a reason to cook for the one I love?” He was gonna cook at your house anyway.

“You know you were gonna have to cook at my place anyway, what's really going on?”

“Nothing, baby. I'll see you later?”

“Yeah I'll be there.”

As suspicious as it was, you got ready and began your short journey to Jason's place. Even though you don't know what's about to happen you've eliminated a few options. There's no way he'd want you to come to his apartment if he was going to dump you. Not that he would either way. You think.

When you push open the door, you can see that Jason has already finished preparing dinner. He's now trying and failing to light candles on the table.

“Need help with that?” You ask him, taking off your shoes by the door.

“No, I got it.” He gets the candles lit and turns to greet you properly. With a very excited kiss from your boyfriend and a very fancy dinner, you know something is going on.

“Hi Jay.” You smile sweetly. Giving him a tender hug.

“Hi. I'm glad you're here.” Looking into his eyes you can see the vulnerability shining through.

You look around his apartment to see nothing but furniture. You're well aware of Jason's neat freak habit but somehow something seems different. You decide not to read anything into it, considering he constantly cleans your own apartment when he comes over.

“I'm glad too. But can I know why?” It's not that you don't want to be at his place, it's just that you rarely are. You can count on your hand the amount of times he has invited you to his instead of suggesting yours.

“I just want to enjoy a night here, with you.” That's vague.

“Okay? What's for dinner?” You decide to change the subject, he'll tell you what he's thinking about eventually.

You and Jason eat your dinner in almost complete silence. It's comfortable silence, not that awkward silence when you just don't know what to say. You can tell he's overthinking something but you don't know whether or not you should ask about it. The last thing you want to do is pressure him into talking.

Soon after you move onto the couch to watch a movie. Despite your insistence to clean the dishes before laying down, he drags you with him to watch a movie. Something you've never seen before and low-key have no interest in but you're happy just laying with him while he enjoys it.

“Mm Jay.” You poke at his shoulder and try to get his attention. He quickly looks up at you from his position with his head laying in your lap.

“What's up sweetness?” You can barely hear him though the sleepiness coating his voice.

“I should probably go.” You whisper. This is usually the point where Jason politely but firmly kicks you out. He always tries his best not to be mean about it.

“No?” He says as a question.

“What do you mean? You want me to stay a little longer?” Your heart beats faster as you realize what he might mean. This is ridiculous. So he might want you to stay the night. No need to have a heart attack over it. It's just sleeping.

“Can you stay the night?” He asks, even quieter than before, like he's prepared for you to say no.

“Of course I can.” You immediately confirm, continuing to scratch his scalp as if your heart's not about to beat out of your chest.

“I'm sorry I haven't asked you before.” He begins to explain, you try to tell him he doesn't need to but he continues. “I've wanted to for a while now but I haven't been able to. It's because of you, I have nightmares and I've been too scared to really deal with them. But you make me feel more relaxed than I have ever been.”

“I make you relaxed?”

“What? Is that the only thing you got from that?” He seems genuinely surprised at your single question.

“Well yeah. I like knowing that you feel relaxed around me.”

“You're not worried or anything?” He pulls his head out of your lap to make eye contact as you talk.

“Worried? About what?” You raise your eyebrows in confusion and try to think about something you should be worried about. There's nothing you can think of.

“Well I don't know. Like having your sleep interrupted or having to deal with me in the middle of the night.” The more he talks the more anxious he gets. You can tell he's starting to doubt his decision to ask you to stay.

“Of course not. It's not like I get enough sleep anyway and I am more than happy to help you if that's what you need, at any time.”

“You really do need to get more sleep.”

“Okay Mr falling asleep on me.” You roll your eyes in sarcasm.

“C'mon that's on you. You can't play with my hair and expect me not to react. I'm only human after all.”

“Hmm I'm not too sure about that, you're too perfect to be human.” He gives you a big grin as he stands off the couch and starts to pull you off as well.

“Then I guess we'll be aliens together.” He pulls you into him and looks deep into your eyes.

“Such a sweet talker.” You rebut, trying to keep distracted from the butterflies filling your stomach.

“Yeah, just for you.” He spins you both in the direction of his bedroom. Yeah those butterflies are too strong to ignore.

Sitting on his bed, he stands off to the side of it, contemplating something.

“It's okay Jay, I can go if you need? Or sleep on the couch?” You try to stand but he immediately pushes you back down.

“No fucking way.”

“Are you gonna come sit with me?”

“Yes. I'm just thinking.”

“About?” You gently reach over and pull his hand into yours. Softly coaxing him closer.

“This. Us.”

“Hm all good things?”

“Yeah all good.” He smiles and joins you on the bed.

“Good. I really like you.”

“I really like you too.” You can't hide your smile once you see the slight red tint his face has taken. “Do you want something better to sleep in?”

“Yes please.” Without another word, he grabs you some clothes of his, and lets you change privately.

Soon enough you're laying on your side in his bed with him pressed up behind you. His arms quickly make their way over your body to pull you as close as possible.

“This might be the comfiest I've ever been.” He sleepily tells you, warm breath hitting the back of your neck.

“Me too. Your bed is extremely comfortable.”

“I hope so, I want you here all the time.”

“That can be arranged.” You dig yourself deeper into his bed and arms. You feel as if you've been buried in a giant cocoon of warmth and you never want to leave.

It doesn't take long for you both to fall into a deep sleep, and although you expected it, neither one of you wakes up throughout the night.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Jason greets you sweetly from his place by the stove. The smell of pancakes overwhelms you.

“Good morning Jay. Why are you up so early?” You sit on the counter next to the stove, watching him move gracefully as he cooks.

“I wanted to thank you. I know pancakes aren't the best thank you gift but it's all I have at the moment.”

You quickly cut off his rambling, “thank you gift? For what?”

“For staying with me. Last night was the first night in a long time I haven't woken up from a nightmare.”

“Oh Jay, you don't need to thank me for that. I'm more than happy to be with you.”

You hop off the counter and take the spatula out of his hand. You place your hands on either side of his face and pull him in for a gentle kiss.

“I really like you.” He whispers against your lips.

“I really like you too Jay.” You whisper back, smiles blooming on both your faces.

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multixxfandom · 3 months ago

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Dancing in the Shadows

pairing: josh washington x fem!reader (no use of y/n) warning: suggestive/explicit (MDNI) genre: enemies to lovers/rivals word count: 4,246 proofread: no :/ (needs it) requests: open a/n: this is a long one, buckle up. (I'm such a yapper)

You and Josh had been long-established rivals. No matter what it was, you always seemed to find yourselves neck-to-neck in competition. You had gone to the same school as him since middle, so escaping the boy seemed nearly impossible.

Academics, sports, socializing, even board games. The subject mattered not, but Josh always seemed to find ways to pry his fingers onto the idea of success and disturb your path. He even threatened to attend the same college and major the same as you. Joke or not, he knew how to get under your skin, and you despised him.

The worst part? You and Josh shared the exact same friend group. If escaping him ever looked feasible, it was absolutely crushed now.

"Seriously, you need to come with," Ashley continued to speak through your phone speaker. She was going on a ten-minute tangent to try her best to convince you to take part in the group's movie night at the Washington's mountain lodge.

Josh's lodge.

The eye-rolling couldn't be stopped.

"Look, I love you guys, but you know how I hate being around Josh for long-extended time, unnecessary at that. In a confined space would be the death of me, truth," you answer, phone on speaker as you paint polish on your nails. Baby pink.

"You've been to the lodge before. It's huge, no confinement there," Ash counters.

No matter what problem you presented, she always seemed to find a solution.

"Besides, it's not like it'll be just you and Josh. Everyone is coming," she adds, as if it's the cherry on top.

With a sigh of defeat and a reluctance, you give in. "Fine, but I swear if Josh does anything to-" "I know, I know. We hear it all the time after he beats you in everything," Ashley jokes, a smirk obvious.

"I can change my mind," you half-jokingly threat.

"Nope, too late. I'm hanging up. Pack, Chris and I are coming!" Ashley practically yells. With a click, the room falls silent, minus your heater and the sound of you blowing on your nails.

As you pack your weekend bag, thoughts begin to swirl your mind.

After all, it was only a movie night. Where's the competition in that? You couldn't think of anything less competitive than a night-in, watching movies and snacking with friends.

But deep down, you knew Josh, and you knew that it never mattered; he would find a way to one-up you.

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"I'm serious, he just likes messing with you, nothing else," Chris advices, driving you three to Josh's lodge.

You were discussing Josh's behavior towards you, the relentless pestering and the constant head-to-head moments. The list went on and on, and the nervous pit in your stomach grew the closer you got to the lodge. The closer you were to Josh. How would he be when you first arrive? What would he say? Do?

"Or, crazy theory here, maybe he likes, likes you," Ashley adds, a mischievous smirk plastered on her face from the passenger seat. Even from the back seat, you can see the teasing looks on their faces.

"So untrue," is all you can say. Disbelief has taken over you.

Josh, Josh Always-teasing-and-getting-under-your-skin Washington...liking you?

"We're basically enemies, always neck-to-neck," you argue back, rolling your eyes at the suggestion. Still, it catches your attention, the theory intriguing. Could he feel that way towards you?

"He probably likes the idea of neck-to-neck, if you get what I'm saying," Chris jokes, earning a fake-disgust look from Ashley and a gasp of insult from you.

"You guys couldn't be more wrong," you say as you lean your head back against the headrest.

In what feels like a matter of minutes, you three have parked the car and have started the mini hike to reach Josh's lodge. You couldn't tell if the prickling sensation of anxiety was out of excitement to see your friends or was dread to see what Josh had planned for you.

"Well, well, well. Took you guys long enough." Josh stands at the lodge's entrance, leaning against it with his arms crossed.

You make eye contact for a fleeting moment as you approach, and your heart seems to flutter. You break the contact quickly as you walk up the steps.

"Wow, you came out your cave just for me?" he jokes, fluttering his eye lashes in an obnoxious-sarcastic way.

"Don't flatter yourself. You're not the only one with friends," you fire back, Josh placing a hand on his heart and making a fake face of pain.

"Wasting no time for the animosity, I see. Guess you can beat me at something," Josh teases, tilting his head to the side.

"Can we just go in, already? It's freezing," Ashley intercepts. Her arms cling to her frame as she stares at you for an answer, leaving you speechless for a comeback towards Josh.

"Call it even?" Josh teases, stepping out of the way to the entrance. A smug look appears on his face as he turns to talk to Chris, leaving you and Ashley alone to find your rooms.

"Did you see the look on his face? He totally likes you," Ashley whispers, playfully poking you in the side as you two make your way down the twirling hallway, listening to Beth's orders of where each of your rooms were.

"You call that flirting, Ash?" you question, mostly in a rhetorical way.

If that's flirting, Josh definitely needs to practice, you think to yourself as you place your bag on the bed in the room you call dibs on, unaware of who's room was across the hall. Josh's room.

"I hope the storm isn't too bad tonight," Sam exclaims as she sprawls out onto your bed, lifting her head to stare at you and smile.

"Hey, Sam," you offer, leaning over your bag to gather your pjs. Even though it was freezing, and a winter storm was not far from making its appearance, the parka shielding you from the cold was not the most comfortable thing to watch movies in.

You head off to the bathroom, hearing Hannah's announcement, in the distance, of regrouping back in the living room in thirty minutes.

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"What genre should we go with?"

The time was nearing 11:30 pm, and the conversation finally landed on movies.

So far, Josh hadn't been as bad as you expected. Sure, he constantly insisted on playing against you in the video games, cheated his way towards victory in board games against you, and even found ways to one-up you in academics, asking you about GPAs, grades, etcetera.

But he still couldn't make you budge. No matter how hard he integrated, how relentless he competed, he still couldn't get under your skin. With every snarky remark that left his lips, you countered with one right back. So far, the playing field was even, and going by the irritated look on Josh's face, it seemed you were in the lead.

"Romance," Jessica offers, earning grunts of disapproval from the guys.

"No girly flics, please, for the love of God," Mike complains, earning a slap on the chest from Jess.

"I think horror," Matt suggests.

"You just want to rile them up again, so you can watch them argue," Emily says, waving her finger between you and Josh, both horror-movie fanatics.

Matt just raises his hands in an innocent way and shrugs his shoulders.

"No argument here; it's obvious I have the better horror selection, right?" Josh asks, looking at you for approval, knowing he won't receive any.

"If there's anything I know more about than you, it's horror," you spit back, earning a deep chuckle from Josh.

"Just go fight about it in Josh's room until you guys decide on one, jeez," Chris says, leaning back against the couch with his hand behind his head. "My popcorn is getting cold, and watching you fight isn't that entertaining."

"Fine, we'll see," Josh says, standing up from his spot on the couch and staring down, hovering above you as he waits for you to follow, tilting his head towards the hallway to his room. "Follow, my fair madam." "You make me sick," you mumble under your breath, pushing your way in front of Josh to get to his room first.

"Never had someone this eager before to be in my room," Josh speaks from behind you, his tall and lean figure following as the group's voices fade into background noise, inaudible amongst your's and Josh's in-rhythm footsteps.

"Like you've brought any girls into your room, Joshy," you scuff, teasing him with a nickname the group uses.

Why did I just use it, though, You ask no one but yourself.

The moment you stepped foot into Josh's room, your eyes were drawn to the shelves filled with dvds. The Washington kids' father was a movie director, so it was fitting for this huge selection; Josh always seemed to be the most intrigued in that lifestyle.

"Speechless?" Josh teasingly asks, leaning against the doorframe as he watches you intensely, his stare almost burning a hole in the back of your head as your fingers trace across the cases' spines.

"Maybe a little jealous, can't lie," you say, a wave of sudden honesty washing over you. Your eyes are too locked on scanning every title in sight, you don't even notice Josh joining you, his presence appearing suddenly.

"You should be; just proves I definitely know about movies more than you," Josh says, his words coming out in almost a trailing hushed-tone, banter leaking from his words.

"Leave it to Josh to always see competition in everything" you say, stealing a quick glance from him before you pick up a dvd titled, "The Shining."

"Think this will freak Jess out," you ask, looking up at Josh as he stares down, almost in a new way, more intense.

"I was thinking maybe more of something like 'The Ring,'" Josh offers in return, reaching an arm around you to grab the dvd.

His arm slightly brushes against your shoulder, and now you're hyper-aware of the sudden lack of space between you and Josh, how close he was. You could smell the mixture of cologne and soap on his skin, having showered previously. His eyes scanned your face in a frantic way, going from your eyes to your lips to looking away.

You felt...flushed? Confused even, especially with the sudden burn in your core, something eager and desperate blossoming inside you, something you've never felt towards Josh.

Suddenly, a smirk grows visible on Josh's face, inches away from yours, and his eyes go to look at something behind you.

"Nah, more like 'The Texas Chain Saw Massacre." That'll totally freak Jess, you think?" Josh asks, reaching behind you to select the dvd. He was acting as if nothing just occurred, as if this was some way to get to you, get under your skin.

Without saying a single word, Josh walks out the bedroom, stopping right at the doorway to look back and say, "Are you coming, or are you too flushed?"

Oh, so this was the game he wanted to play? Fine.

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"Ugh, can we please just turn this off already?" Jessica complains, hiding her eyes behind her hands, Chris and Mike shushing her as they continue to delve into their popcorn.

The living room's tv glow illuminates the space, cascading a soft blue across everyone's faces, excluding Hannah and Sam, who already resided to their beds to sleep.

Beside you, of all people, sat Josh, his arm resting on the back of the couch just behind your head. He was doing this on purpose. If he could't get under your skin, in your head, with his usual banter and competitiveness, he was the exact type to resort to flirting.

It was new, though, never-before explored territory. You guys had always been passive-aggressive and cutthroat with one another for as long as anyone could remember. This behavior had always seemed to be off-limits between you two, though.

But if Josh wanted to act this way, who were you to let him do it so easily?

You started small, doing almost unnoticeable actions.

Inching closer to him, acting "scared," leaning your head against his arm.

When you realized it wasn't having as much of an effect on him the same way he had on you, wasn't enough, your measures grew more extreme, more desperate now, than ever before, to get Josh Washington hot and flustered.

"Joshy," you whisper to him, sat on the couch, hidden behind most of the group. You look up at him through your eyelashes as his eyes flicker down to you, his face glowing.

"Mhm?" he hums, eyes now back on the screen.

"I'm getting cold, can we share your blanket?"

His eyes suddenly dart down at you, and for a split second, you almost think he's cracking and see an opportunity to squeeze your way in.

"Yeah, sure," he whispers, opening up the blanket for you to join in.

You shuffler closer to him, leaning your head on his chest as you do your best to snuggle up to him. You feel his breath hitch, and a smirk appears on your lips.

You wrap your arms around his waist, and ask "Is this okay?" You speak in a low, seductive tone. Josh's heartbeat was almost audible.

Josh stares down at you for a second before answering, drinking in the details of your face. You take notice of how his eyes seem to trace the lines of your lips.

"Yeah, I wanna do whatever makes you comfortable," he answers, winking before his attention goes right back to the movie.

Unbelievable, you think, your eyes doing the same.

As time trials on, it seems that you will never be able to crack Josh, anger of his victory bubbling inside you. You can just envision it now: that stupid smile on his face. He was sat as you laid your head on his lap. This new closeness earned the occasional glance from the rest of the group.

If you only knew, you thought.

A hand begins running itself through your hair, realization sinking in that the mysterious hand obviously belongs to Josh. The gentle, soft touch contrasts to Josh's constant banter and coldness; when his hand moves the hair out of your neck and travels lower down your back, a shiver is sent down your spine.

He's good, and he's winning.

Small circles are traced on your back, his hand blocked by the cloth of your shirt. God, why were you wishing you wore something thinner, almost craving the sensation of his fingertips as they lit fires on your skin?

You dry swallow and try your best to focus back on the movie, feeling Josh's eyes switch between the glowing screen and your face, waiting for a reaction.

An idea sparks inside your mind, and you begin to rub Josh's thigh, moving your hand up and down in a slow, sensual way; your eyes were locked on the screen, but you could see the puzzled look on Josh's face as he observed the motion of your hand.

A smirk grew as you could visibly see Josh getting nervous as your hand crept closer up each rub. This was finally your chance.

"Is this bothering you?" you ask flirtingly, looking up at Josh. His skin, even in the dim room, is a slight red.

"Not at all," he says, and you can't believe you're actually making him hot and bothered. He shifts as he readjusts himself.

Suddenly, Josh's hand detaches from your back and lands on your thigh, rubbing up and down as he stares back to watch the movie. His hand dips lower and a squeeze is felt on your ass.

You jolt, and a dark chuckle is heard from Josh. That burning, eager feeling in your core returns, and you become flushed again. Failure sinks back in as Josh takes the lead once more, but you're left with more than just the feeling of losing; the feeling of lust seems to be growing with every movement between you two.

It's all too much, the touching, the thoughts in your head, Josh's stare, his touch, his lips, his body, the flushed feeling. In a split second, you push Josh's hand off you, retreating your own, rip the blanket of your warm skin, grab your parka from a hook, and head for the back porch.

"Where are you going, it's the best part?" Chris calls to you, trying his best not to disturb the others, Ashley seeming to have drifted off to sleep against his shoulder.

"Just going out for a smoke- don't wait for me," you answer, grabbing your pack of cigs and a lighter from a near coffee table.

You slip on your boots, Chris mumbling a quiet "weirdo," and gently slide open the back door that opens way to the back porch, feeling Josh's stare burning in the back of your head.

The cold winter wind splashes a wave of coolness over your body, stinging as it fights the warmth off from within the walls. The porch is decorated with bits of outside seating, a long couch pushed against the porch's fence, on the right side of the door.

You reside there as you light a cigarette, its red-orangish glow lighting up your face in the midst of the mountain's darkness, the wind and snow roaring just beyond the lodge. You look out to your right, taking in the landscape as your mind vibrates with thoughts.

"This is insane," you say aloud, your words being whisked away in the cold cloud that leaves your lips.

Never before had much ever seemed to be off-limits when it came to one-upping one another. However, this was different; it was all so sudden, new: the touching, the flirting. It was starting to feel less like a competition to win and more like a competition to get into each other's pants. The idea of being enemies was starting to feel foreign; the line between play-pretend and reality was starting to be blurred into real, vulnerable, raw lust.

"What's up with you?" Josh's voice breaks the silence of the fierce wind and your internal conflict. Of course he would follow you.

Your head snaps to the left, and there Josh stands, his skin wrapped in his own winter coat. A blanket hangs in his hands. "Nothing's up," you offer, shrugging your shoulders as you look back out to the landscape.

"You only smoke when something's bothering you, idiot," he counters, taking a seat beside you. He droops a little, his long legs resting open as he props an arm behind you. You sit with your legs crossed underneath you as Josh wraps the blanket around you.

"Share?" he asks, and you pass the cigarette to him. Snow catches in each other's hair, lingering snowflakes residing in Josh's eyelashes.

"Came to rub in your victory, I'm guessing?" you ask, half-joking but also half-serious. What other reason would beckon Josh to join you? It's so in-character for him to follow you out in the freezing cold just to prance.

He takes a long drag before he answers. "What victory?" He tilts his head back, blowing smoke out into the abyss that is the starry night sky.

"You can stop playing stupid, Josh," you advise, watching him carefully.

"If anything, I'd think we were even at this point," he says, turning to stare at you as he lays his head against the couch's cushion. A glint lights up behind his eyes; you aren't sure what it's calling for, but it makes your core tingle with anticipation.

"What're you saying?" Your heartbeat races as you await an answer.

"Every good competition needs a tie-breaker," Josh says, his hand reaching underneath to feel your body, finding its place on your thigh.

"And how do you suggest we do that, Joshy?" you ask, your voice shaking with desire.

"I bet I can make you cum first."

Josh's bluntness catches you off-guard, you almost choke as you dry swallow. That familiar feeling of craving returns, deepening as blood rushes through your veins, excitement dancing on your skin as your core burns.

Without missing a bit, you rip the blanket off of you and climb onto Josh, his hands finding their place at your ass after he puts out the cigarette. Your lips connect in a hot, steamy second. It's not soft or gentle; it's rough, as if the anger between you two found its way to lust.

Desire ignites between you two as Josh's tongue parts your lips. He squeezes at your ass as moans of approval escape the gates of your mouth.

You run your hand through Josh's hair and tug, deepening the kiss. His lips detach from yours, and you finally see the look in his eyes. They burn with an intense, unspoken hunger, shared between you.

"You taste so fucking good," Josh says in-between breathy exhales.

He brushes your hair aside, and focuses on your neck. He licks and sucks, biting when you whimper for more. It was all so hot, filling that yearn you felt for far too long.

"Get on your knees," Josh suddenly speaks, tugging at your parka, "and take this off. I wanna see you.” Josh’s words are hot and steamy, making your core pulsate with desperation to feel him.

You do as told and look up at Josh, the winter’s snowfall cascading just behind him as the light catches his face in just the right way, its glow delicately blue and buzzing. The wind stings as it hits your bare skin.

The sound of Josh's belt unbuckling makes your stomach flutter with excitment.

He lifts up to pull down his clothing, and you gulp when his member practically pops out. You never doubted the size of Josh- what, with all his tense, built figure- but you definitely underestimated him. You blush.

"Scared of a challenge?" Josh asks, taking his cock in his hand and stroking softly, almost teasing you as he remains eye contact.

"I can take it." you say, glaring at him before you replace his hand with yours.

"I want you to look at me while you try," Josh says, again, relentless with his remarks. That cocky smirk, one you've grown far too familiar with, appears on his face, and you just want to shut him up already.

You start slow, teasingly swirling your tongue on his tip, watching him, Josh throws his head back as he hisses with pleasure.

"Fuck, not wasting time," he manages to mumble in-between his deepening, jagged breaths.

You take in the sight of him: needy, vulnerable, and aching with desire. It makes you want him even more.

"Please take me whole already," Josh says, thrusting his hips closer, but you push them back down.

"Thought you didn't wanna lose?" you jokingly ask, stroking him painfully slow.

"I just want your mouth on my body right now." You open your mouth wide to be able to fit all of him, and you take him whole, stroking what you can't manage to fit in.

Josh's hands clench your hair as he thrusts his hips up and down into your mouth, the sound of you gagging and his moans fading into the bitter atmosphere.

You bob your head up and down, practically drooling over his member. You reach down into your own bottoms, having the urgency to release some of your own needs. However, Josh notices, and immediately, he pulls you off his member.

"Sit on me," he says, pulling you up.

Your stomach flip-flops with eagerness. Everything was all moving so fast, you would have never believed you'd be with Josh, sharing this kind of moment.

He helps you pull down your bottoms, teasing you as he strips off your panties.

You align yourself over Josh's cock, Josh holding his member up to your opening as he slowly slides in, you sitting gently as you adjust to the size.

"Shit, shit," you say, throwing your head back in burning pleasure.

When he was finally in all the way, it felt like your entire body was on fire as Josh holds onto your ass, thrusting as you saddle his lap. Your bodies were moving in perfect unison. His eyes watch your every action, his hands squeezing and touching every inch of your body, igniting that fire.

The sound of skin-on-skin fills your ears, along-side the sounds of moans and begging, as Josh's movements become more sloppy, rough, and intense. It was getting more messy and wet with each passing second.

Josh's hard, throbbing cock pumps faster and faster, that feeling in your pit growing deeper and closer to the edge. You dig your nails into Josh's shoulders as his head burrows into your neck, biting and sucking as you bounce harder. Your core was burning with each thrust, and before you know it, you feel yourself ready to release that built-up pressure.

"Josh," you whimper, throwing your head back as he supports you.

"Do it," is all he says, and your body does it on command; you clench around him and all the tension oozes from your body. Josh lets out moans of pleasure, twitching inside you as he pulls you closer, if that was even possible.

You practically fall into Josh's arms as you climb off him. You both begin to redress yourselves, and that's when you see that stupid look on Josh's face.

"I win."

a/n: midterms (rly, college in general) have been kicking my ass, so I apologize for not uploading in a while/frequently. forgive me <3

#josh washington #josh Washington #until dawn #josh washington smut #until dawn smut #josh washington x reader #josh washington x you #until dawn fanfics #until dawn fandom #josh washington fanfic #josh Washington fandom #Josh Washington #smut #fanfic #fanfiction #x yn #enemies to lovers #rivals #rivals to lovers

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aliciavance4228 · 10 months ago

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Bitches be like "Oh Hades always has to deal with his stupid youngest brother Zeus who cannot keep it in his pants."

First of all, Ancient Greeks didn't wear pants.

Secondly, Hades and Zeus are actually decent with each other. Hades isn't ashamed of asking him for help whenever he considers that there's the case, whereas Zeus trusts his eldest brother enough to give one of his daughters as his wife. There's also this whole discourse claiming that Zeus got the best and Hades got the worst, but if you actually give a second thought to it the Underworld actually has some of the greatest peaks: besides the fact that you're extremely rich all the mortals eventually become your subjects. Even poets stated that in numerous works:

Ovid, Fasti 4. 443 (trans.Boyle) (Roman poetry C1st B.C. to C1st A.D.) :

"[Zeus speaks :] ‘My rank is no greater [than Haides]. I hold court in the sky; another rules the sea [Poseidon], and one the void [Haides].’"

Or:

Seneca, Hercules Furens 53 (trans. Miller) (Roman tragedy C1st A.D.) :

"Dis [Haides] himself, who drew a lot equal to Jove's [Zeus's]."

But if you're so desperate to give Hades a brotherly rivalry then I'm here to tell you that there's no need to erase all of Zeus' qualities (leadership skills, wisdom, long-term planning, determination, cunning etc.) and over exaggerate all of his bad actions in order to portray him as an incompetent asshole Hades always has to deal with. You could simply give Hades and Poseidon this type of dynamic instead.

Poseidon is way more impulsive, temperamental and testy than Zeus. He doesn't hesitate to show his wrath, let aside make others suffer because of it. On top of that, he's the god of the sea and earthquakes, and he's also almost as powerful as Zeus. His attributes and realm could easily represent a threat to the Underworld if he lets his anger go too far.

Take this passage from the Iliad as a relevant example:

Homer, Iliad 20. 67 ff :

"Poseidon from deep under them shuddered all the illimitable earth, the sheer heads of the mountains. And all the feet of Ida with her many waters were shaken and all her crests, and the city of Troy, the ships of the Akhaians (Achaeans). Aïdoneus [Haides], lord of the dead below, was in terror and sprang from his throne and screamed aloud, for fear that above him he who circles the land, Poseidon, might break the earth open and the houses of the dead lie open to men and immortals, ghastly and mouldering, so the very gods shudder before them; such was the crash that sounded as the gods came driving together in wrath."

Dude was freaking out in this scene. During the entire Greek Mythology he's presented as stoic and rarely frightened, but when his brother was causing a strong earthquake he was shitting himself and sucking his thumb like a baby (metaphorically). For the first and last time we see a god being vulnerable and scared by other gods in a similar way a mortal who is about to lose all of his property and belongings would be. Poseidon is pretty much capable of drowning the entire Underworld or exposing it to the Aboveworld if he wants to, so who's actually the more problematic brother? The one who can maintain his calm and control and understands better how distructive power can be, or the one whose anger was on the edge of breaking the border between the realms of the living and the dead?

What if people would stop completely changing the original personalities of the Greek Gods and create more headcanons and fanfictions based on what's actually stated (or at least what is suggested/more plausible) in the myths?

#greek mythology #greek gods #hades #poseidon #zeus #i'm just rambling

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astarfayel · 3 months ago

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truth or dare? - caleb

⌯⌲ synopsis: it was his idea to play truth or dare with you. caleb was casually hanging out with you in your room, but years of build up tension finally became too much

⌯⌲ genre: fluff, friends to lovers

⌯⌲ tags: caleb x fem!reader, raised as siblings, mutual pining, first kiss, slightly teasing, pet names (pipsqueak), VERY light angst

⌯⌲ word count: 1.4k

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You were lying on your bed with a book in your right hand, even though your eyes were locked on your phone in the other. A slightly warm summer breeze blew through your hair, coming from the half-open window. Your giggle at a funny video caught the attention of Caleb, who was walking past your room.

Caleb and you had been raised as brother and sister, but it always felt like you were just friends. You always called Caleb your best friend, even though sometimes it felt like it could be more. Through the years, you'd spent all your time together, leaving no room for other relationships to develop for either of you. Your friends always thought it was weird, but Caleb and you were both happy with the way things were—though it couldn't go on like this forever.

You put down your phone when you heard a knock on your door��Caleb's signature knock, the one he'd used for years. Before you could answer, the door swung open.

"Hey, Pipsqueak. Are you busy?"

Seeing his familiar grin and hearing the nickname he'd used for you since childhood brought a smile to your face. You turned around to face him, placing the book down as well.

"Ever heard of privacy, Caleb?" You sat up straight, your back resting against the pillows by the headboard.

"What do you need privacy for?" he chuckled, his hand resting on your ankle as he peeked over your body. "What were you watching?"

You glanced down at your phone beside you and quickly turned it over so he couldn't see the screen. Caleb smiled when he noticed the polaroid picture of the two of you in your phone case.

"Nothing. Did you need my help with something?" you asked, changing the subject.

"I'm bored," he sighed, falling back onto the foot of your bed and staring at the ceiling. His hand still rested on your ankle, his index finger fidgeting with the elastic hem of your sweatpants. Physical contact with Caleb felt completely natural—you'd known each other for so long.

"And...?"

"And I want to do something with you," Caleb said in his usual confident tone. He turned his head to face you, a smile stretched across his face, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"What do you want to do? Watch a movie or something?"

"Nah, too boring... how about a game?" he suggested, propping his head up on his hand. The loss of contact left a cold spot on your ankle. You pulled your legs back and crossed them, creating more space between you. Caleb’s gaze flickered to your legs for a second, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"What kind of game?" you asked, the grin on his face returning almost instantly.

"How about Truth or Dare?"

"Seriously? We haven't played that in years," you said, remembering all the times you used to play as kids.

"It'll be fun! You can start, Pipsqueak," Caleb offered, chuckling when you rolled your eyes.

"Fine, you win. Truth or dare?"

Caleb raised his hand to his face, tapping his chin as if he was facing the most difficult decision of his life. "Truth," he said confidently.

After thinking for a few seconds, a question popped into your head. A question you'd always wanted to ask but never did, afraid of the answer.

"Do you have a crush on anyone?" you asked hesitantly.

Caleb's smile faltered for a moment, his gaze dropping to the flowery bedsheets underneath you. He wasn't sure how to answer.

"Uh..." he hummed, avoiding eye contact. A hint of red spread across his cheeks and ears, the silence heavy until he finally broke it. "I do."

Your heartbeat picked up at his unexpected confession, thoughts racing to all the girls who had flirted with him over the years. He’d always said he never responded to any of them, but maybe he just never told you? You were shocked by your own reaction—no idea this would have so much impact.

Caleb cleared his throat, brushing his fingers through his bangs. "Alright, my turn. Truth or dare?" His eyes still avoided yours.

"Truth," you said in a soft voice, barely above a whisper.

A few seconds of silence followed. Caleb wasn’t sure if he should push this further. But after years of holding back, he did it anyway.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" he asked, his voice softer, gentler. Finally, his eyes met yours again.

You slowly shook your head, innocence clear in your expression. He didn’t say anything, but the glint in his eyes gave his true reaction away. He sat up straight in front of you, legs crossed. "Really?" he asked, needing to confirm it.

"Yes, really," you said, quickly following up with your own question. "And you?"

A teasing grin spread across his face as he leaned forward slightly. "It’s not your turn yet, Pipsqueak."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Fine. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

You scoffed, grabbed a plushie off your bed, and threw it at his chest. Caleb laughed heartily, catching it just before it bounced off his shoulder.

"What?" he chuckled. "Did you want me to pick truth?"

You crossed your arms and leaned back against the headboard. "No, it’s fine. I have a dare for you," you said, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Caleb's smile faltered slightly at your tone, his grip on the plushie tightening just a little.

"I dare you to give me a kiss." You chuckled. "No, I'm jok—"

"Okay," Caleb interrupted, the room falling into silence. Your eyes widened in shock, searching his face for any sign that he was joking. But he wasn’t. He pushed himself forward onto his hands and knees, closing the space between you.

"Caleb?"

"Yes?"

"Are you s-serious?"

"Yes."

His hand found your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone and briefly over your bottom lip. A small gasp escaped your lips at his touch and his sudden shift in demeanor.

As he leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto your lips, you thought about all the times you had been this close before. The times when you fell as a kid and he carried you back home; the nights spent whispering secrets; the moments when one of you got sick, and despite knowing they'd catch it too, the other always stayed to take care of them anyway.

But this—this was a whole different kind of intimacy, one you had never experienced before, not with him and not with anyone. You had thought about Caleb this way, and he had thought the same about you. There had always been a feeling that your friendship could turn into something more, but neither of you had acted on it—until now.

His hand trembled slightly against your cheek, making your own nerves spike.

"Do you want this, Pipsqueak?" His warm breath fanned over your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

Even though this was your first kiss, there was no one else you’d ever wanted to share it with—never had been, never would be.

"Yes."

The corners of Caleb's mouth curled up at your soft whisper, his eyes darkening with something unreadable as he closed the remaining distance. His lips met yours, tentative at first, then firmer—like they had always been meant to.

Warmth bloomed in your chest as your fingers instinctively tangled in the soft hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. His breath hitched against your skin before he deepened the kiss, slow and unhurried, as if you had all the time in the world. The taste of him, the warmth of his skin against yours—it was new, yet it felt like something you had been waiting for forever.

When the kiss finally broke, Caleb rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily. A small moment of awkwardness passed before he broke it with a grin, making you smile too.

"I've always wanted to do that, if I'm being honest." Caleb confessed.

He leaned back and sat back down, his hand resting on your leg, his fingers lazily tracing circles on your thigh. "So… does this mean I finally get to say I’m your first kiss?" he asked with a smirk.

You scoffed, trying to ignore the heat rushing to your face. "Don’t let it go to your head."

He chuckled, leaning back on his elbows, completely at ease. "Too late." His leg brushed against yours, the warmth lingering.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. Maybe you should’ve seen this coming—maybe, deep down, you always had.

And from the way Caleb was still looking at you, so sure of himself, you knew he had too.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #caleb x reader #love and deepspace caleb #caleb #lads #lads x reader #lnds #caleb x you #lads x you #caleb fluff

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queenpiranhadon · 11 months ago

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HII you commented on my post :’) 🎀

can I request pro hero bakugou x pro hero reader where reader usually pick up their kid(s) from daycare alone since BK is busy and usually gets home late:( and that kinda made their kid(s) upset and ignore their dad at home and cry really loud in front of reader secretly. So like reader came up with an idea to surprise the kid(s) and told BK to change his schedule or else reader will whoop his ass. So like the next day BK and reader went to daycare together and instead of reader standing behind the glass door it’s BK and that made their kid(s) go crazy and jumpy 🥺 thank you 💗

Idk I was watching this reel and got a lil inspired ~ https://www.instagram.com/jaxon.trevor/reel/CsTuZLUofpg/?igsh=MTNuZHY3ZDEwMnNoZA==

A/N: HIII SORRY THIS TOOK ME A WHILE AHAHAH BUT I LOVED WRITING THIS IT WAS SO CUTEEE Here's the masterlist!

Warning(s): Mild cursing, f!reader, your kids love you, pre-established relationship (you two are married), you have twins, Katsuki loves you, just fluffy fluff with like the mildest angst if you squint really hard.

Pairing(s): Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

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It's late. You were in the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner, as your husband finally relaxes in your shared bedroom after a long patrol. It was always like this, Katsuki getting home late, and you were left to take care of your two children in the meantime.

You didn't blame him, of course, you knew how hard he worked, given that he was the number 2 pro hero and with that came a lot of responsibilities. You yourself were number 5, which meant you also had a lot of missions, but thankfully since you ran your own agency, you could manage your schedules easier to be able to pick up your kids from daycare every day.

However, your twins, Kasumi and Akio, weren't as understanding as you were when it came to your husband's attendance at home.

You understood their pain, but tried to keep an open mind for the sake of your family. However, after a two month long mission that Katsuki was sent on, he had consequently missed your birthday, something that might've upset you slightly, but you didn't think it was a big deal.

The twins, however did. They were furious at this point, sobbing as they clung onto your shirt, snot and tears soaking the fabric, but you didn't mind, rubbing their backs comfortingly. You thought it was sweet, how much they cared, but they little voice in the back of your head agreed with them, if only a little. Katsuki was never at home anymore, and to be honest, you missed him.

When he came back, you welcomed him with open arms, but the twins had just peaked their heads out of their rooms before retreating back, as if this was a normal occurrence.

You sigh, and look back at Katsuki, who had a heartbroken expression on his face.

Grabbing his hand, you lead him to your shared bedroom, squeezing his hand softly and getting ready for bed.

Katsuki gets changed but only sits on the bed, and you lie down next to him.

"What's on your mind, love?"

He grunts and looks away, conflicted before looking back at you.

"Do...do the twins hate me?" he mutters, and you frown softly.

"No...they don't hate you Kats, they just...wish you were around more."

Your husband frowns, and you can see the guilt swimming in the depths of his vermillion eyes.

"Maybe you can pick them up from daycare tomorrow?" You suggest, as Katsuki still hasn't said a word.

Katsuki frowns. "But my schedule-"

"Katsuki Bakugou if you do not pick up your children from school tomorrow then I'm sleeping on the couch for a month." You retort back before he can finish.

Your husband's eyes widen, realizing that you've got him stuck. If it really came down to it, he would gladly sleep on the couch if you wanted him to - but you knew he loved you too much to subject you to the same fate.

"Damn it, fine. Don't you dare threaten me like that again, woman." he grumbles and you smile up at him victoriously.

"Awww you love me." you coo, and you kiss his arm softly before tugging him gently to join you under the covers.

Katsuki watches you drift away to sleep, cheek half smushed against his bare chest and he can't help the dorky smile that stretched across his face.

He loved you so, so much. More than you would ever know.

Encircling his strong arms around you, he hold you close, making a mental note to take you out for a nice date tomorrow as well, before drifting off to sleep as well.

When he wakes, you're gone, with a note on the fridge that says that you left to drop the kids off and that you'd be back after work. He chuckles, and decides to clean up the house in the meantime.

He can't remember the last time he had a day off, it felt weird, to be honest. He felt restless, and so he did everything and anything to keep himself occupied while taking a majority of the burden you had off your shoulders.

Once the house was clean, he rifled through your closet, picking out the sundress he loved - accentuating your curves while the color brought out everything he loved about you, which was well, everything.

When you return home, Katsuki's getting changed into some nice clothes, surprising you as he tells you to go shower and get ready while he picks up the kids.

You're most definitely surprised, wondering where all of this is coming from, but you can't say you're upset about him, giggling softly and deciding to play along, feeling your heart warm as you hear the car door shut.

Katsuki parks the car in the parking lot, and approaches the building, giddy but slightly nervous at the same time. What if the kids still hated him? Would he be able to make things better?

However all his worried disappeared the moment he saw his kids' overjoyed faces at seeing him.

Their eyes brighten and they scream excitedly, bolting towards him with speed that was almost inhuman, tackling him and almost knocking him down.

"DADDY!!!!!" Kasumi squealing, leaping up and attaching herself to his leg.

Akio looks up at him, agape. "You-you're actually here?!"

Katsuki chuckles and ruffles his son's hair lovingly."Yeah, I am, bud. M'sorry I couldn't pick ya up sooner...Ya know how hero work is."

The kids nod, hugging him tightly as his hefts them up to sit on either of his hips.

"C'mon you two. We're gonna go surprise yer mama when he get home, got it? We'll take out her somewhere nice."

The twins look at each other micheviously and nod vigorously. "Daddy's in looooove" they sing, giggling uncontrollably.

Katsuki chuckles and can't help but feel his heart flutter at the thought of you.

"Yeah, Daddy's in love all right."

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ouiouimochi · 3 months ago

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pairing/s: sung jinwoo x reader

genre/s: romance if you squint, long-time friends, teeny bit suggestive

wc: 2.1k (whoops)

warning/s: no beta we die like beru, this MIGHT not make sense im sorry lmao, mentions of alcohol and swearing, some mature themes

note/s: got inspired by rui mizuki from tokyo debunkers

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synopsis: you invite jinwoo to catch up with him at your bar

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“Care for a drink?” You offered to the newly announced S-rank hunter— your dear friend since highschool. Your eyes observing any change in his expression, which you admit was a bit hard to distinguish now but it was still possible.

You see, last time you saw him, he was the timid little E-rank working hard to provide for his family. It surprised you at how much he changed since then when you invited him to your newly opened resto bar.

It was just you and him as you only planned to officially open a week later with your family and other friends.

Meanwhile, Jinwoo was deliberating in accepting your offer since the system made him immune to the effects alcohol — basically rendering the essence of drinking useless.

You tilt your head at his apprehensiveness, a small pout forming on your lips from your position in front of him, separated by the counter.

“Earth to Jinwoo, hellooo? I remember we always drank cheap beer together when we weren't as busy, don't tell me you can't handle liquor anymore?” You raised an eyebrow, resting your hands on your hips as you teased him.

He sweat dropped, “That's…” he paused before sighing and ultimately just taking your offer since he loses nothing from it anyways. Additionally, you'd find a reason to bug him about it anyways— at least you haven't changed in that regard.

You grinned, “Don't worry about a thing,” you turned to the shelves behind you before you looked at him from over your shoulder.

“I'll be making a drink that I developed myself~” and you got to work.

Jinwoo doesn't know if he should be worried or not, you were always one to experiment on food and beverages. He'd been the subject to said experiments which were always a hit or miss, no in-between.

But he watches on with keen interest at the way you move with purpose to create the drinks. Your hands perfectly maneuvering with practiced ease as you focus your attention on the task.

His shadows make a commotion as they observe their liege’s expression shifting into a more soft and relaxed one.

‘My liege looks at her differently than everyone else'

‘This must be who our liege prefers as his queen?’

‘He has yet to attach one of us to her shadows’

‘Perhaps this is our liege’s love—’

Jinwoo feels his shadows rumbling around for a reason unknown to him but then he realizes why a huge misunderstanding, he actually doesn't know why.

What in the hell were you chucking in the drinks? He does not recognize the ingredients you were adding to your concoctions, and he hated to admit that it might've made him nervous a little not a little despite having the system.

He wouldn't die from consuming whatever you're making… right?

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Sooner or later, you finished up preparing everything along with some food you made earlier, bringing them one by one to the countertop… and finally, the drinks.

The ravenette silently gulps but you noticed how his Adam’s apple bobbed from the action.

“Now, what's with that look? It's not like I'd poison you or anything.” You commented, maybe slightly aware of the close calls to the hospital maybe to hell you two experienced due to your “recipes”.

He shoots you an incredulous look, making you put up your hands in surrender.

“Okay! Fine, fine!” You took your glass, lifting it up to your lips as he eyed you with a poker face. You took a sip and put down the cup, teasing him a bit by delaying your reaction.

You sighed out in delight after a few seconds, making eye contact with his gray eyes.

“There, I'm still alive.” You gestured to his glass, “Now, drink.” you basically demanded, wanting to see his reaction to how much you've improved.

He doesn't break eye contact with you as he lifts his glass, still a bit suspicious, before taking a small, tentative sip.

Jinwoo’s eyes then widened a bit in surprise at the pleasant taste the beverage left on his tongue as he looked down at it. He lifted his gaze up to you only to find you donning this cheeky expression.

“Not bad right~?” You giggled at how taken aback he was, proud of yourself even. Only you had the balls to tease this scary man to such a degree.

The male stares at you, “... It's good…” trailing off.

You pout, feigning offense. “What makes you so skeptical about what I made, hmm?” You pointed a finger at him.

He blinks, as if telling you there's a lot of things he could say, but decides against it.

“Who wouldn't be skeptical after seeing you chuck in suspicious ingredients?” Jinwoo shot back at you, an amused expression gracing his features as you gasped at his words.

“Suspicious? I'll have you know I picked them myself!” You huffed at him, taking another sip.

“Hmmm… Where did you even procure them?” He raised the cup, observing the gradient liquid that seemed to sparkle as you moved it around, before slowly drinking it.

“From dungeons, where else?” You flippantly answered as he yet again gets taken aback.

He swallows the drink quickly, shooting you a look, setting the drink down.

“Since when have you ever entered dungeons?” Uh oh... You looked away from his intense gaze.

“Uhm… around the time you got hospitalized…?” You were honestly unsure of yourself.

He sighed, a palm coming in contact with his forehead.

“So that means you awakened?” Your friend interrogated further.

You circled your index finger on the rim of your glass, avoiding his eyes.

“...maybe?” Jinwoo could only sigh yet again, causing you to look up at him, he seemed stressed. By your answer, he guessed you hadn't gotten evaluated at all.

“So you're telling me you went into dungeons without having been evaluated nor permitted by the association? (Y/n), that's illegal and dangerous.”

“I assure you it's not those dangerous dungeons you're thinking about, and I don't think the association even knows about the existence of the dungeons I'm talking about.” You explained yourself to him, smiling sheepishly at Jinwoo in hopes of making him calm down.

“Keep talking, we have the whole night for you to convince me that wherever you got those weird ingredients and the ingredients themselves aren't unsafe”

You sigh, sipping your drink.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀

And so, you've finally fully explained what happened to you the past months. Summarizing it to awakening, getting sucked into a weird portal and in a quiet forest that had all sorts of mysterious plants and other stuff, and then discovering they could be used as ingredients. Then a glowing deer appeared before you and referred to you as the new guardian of the said forest, giving you a book about all the things you needed to know about it. The book had information about all the things in the forest, causing you to hyperfocus on the fact you could experiment with them.

And bringing you to now, both of you having gone through multiple rounds of drinks already from the lengthy storytelling.

Jinwoo takes another drink, a subtle pang hitting his brain as he just sighs for the nth time at your crazy story.

He turns his head to where you sat beside him on a stool, having seated yourself there due to how long your story got, feeling the air had become warmer.

“Show it to me next time.”

“Suree~” You slurred out, feeling a little bit tipsy and dopey.

He clicks his tongue, pinching your cheek on a whim. He thought how uncharacteristic it was of him to act so childish after all he'd gone through, but here you were, having just as eventful past months but not registering how risky it could've been.

Jinwoo's mind gets bogged down by an indescribable weight. His eyes trail towards your eyes before settling on your lips— thinking to himself how soft they seemed.

How he'd like to take a bite and see if it's as soft as it seemed—

He blinks and shakes his head, in disbelief that he just thought about that. Maybe the alcohol was getting to him? But that wouldn't make sense since it shouldn't have an effect on him— which makes it crazier that he had those thoughts while sober that's what you think bitch

“Do you want a different drink?” You asked, your palate growing tired of the beverage you two had been drinking the whole time, wanting a different taste this time.

“Sure.” The ravenette answered as if he just didn't have a mental breakdown, his ears were a little bit red but maybe you were imagining things.

“Okiieee~” You slid out of the barstool, sauntering over behind the counter to make something heavier.

You hummed and swayed as you prepared a new batch for you both. Jinwoo’s eyes being unable to stop themselves from settling on your hips, snapping himself out of it when he realized.

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀

“God, you're heavy!” You heaved out as you hauled Jinwoo upstairs to your living space above the business, his arm slung around your shoulder and basically supporting all of his weight— you can shamefully admit you liked the proximity though.

"Smell nice..." Was what you heard from the drunken mutterings he directly said into your ears, making you a little conscious of your scent.

You settled him down carefully to lay on your large couch, pulling off his shoes so he'd be more comfortable. You disappeared beyond a hallway before reappearing a few minutes later in much more comfortable clothes, with a pillow, blanket, and change of clothes for the male to use.

“Jinwoo, here's a change of clothes.” You poked his cheek as he groaned in response, forcing himself to open an eye and take them from you. He then started undressing himself as if you weren't there, gaping at how well-built his body was.

The ravenette started unbuckling his pants, only then you decided to turn around before you witnessed something you shouldn't, heat rushing to your face. When you heard the rustling of clothes stop, you turned around to check that he went back to lay on the couch. You sighed at your friend and the effect of liquor on him, giggling to yourself at how he was reduced to this state despite being an S-rank as well as having the system but you didnt know that

As you turned to leave after putting the pillow under his head and the blanket on top of his body, you felt a tug on your wrist.

The world blurred before clearing again, and you realized that Jinwoo pulled you on top of him. You struggled to get out but his grasp was strong.

“Stop moving around.” His voice was tired… and sounded deeper, bringing another wave of warmth to your face. You eventually resigned to your fate, making yourself comfortable by nuzzling onto his chest and sighing in delight.

‘Problem for future me to handle now’

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀

Sunlight streamed through the curtains of your living room window, directly landing on Jinwoo’s face as his face scrunched up in discomfort.

He uses his arm as a shield only to find out that said arm was under something. He squints his eyes open to investigate, widening when he processes that someone was lying with him.

The gray-eyed male gets jolted awake with that realization, the person on top of him groaning at the sudden movement.

He gets a closer look to find out it was you… in quite the revealing outfit you call you comfortable sleeping clothes— and you were not wearing a damned bra who tf wears a bra to sleep

Jinwoo tried to patch together what happened last night, only remembering that you two went for a few more rounds of the new drink you prepared. A few things were blank spots in his head, but then he also realizes it doesn't ache like it should when there's patches in his memories after drinking.

Speaking of, did he actually get drunk? With no hangover?

He looks at you, who was sleeping soundly, amazed. Whatever mystery ingredients you added to your beverages weren't considered as toxins by the system, but still had the same effect as any alcoholic drink save for the hangover.

You shifted in your sleep, your soft chest pressing against his as you nuzzled your face into his neck. He felt a drop of sweat precipitate against his cheek, his hand unknowingly squeezing itself on your waist.

He then chuckled to himself at the unexpected, but admittedly not unpleasant, turn of events.

In the future, he finds out that he can also get drunk on you

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*

note/s : yeah the ending seemed wonky, but I feel too lazy to fix anything wrong now

taglist: @justwinginglife, @ryescapades , @minasfwoopyponytail , @sabrina-senpai, + anyone else who wants to be added!

#sung jinwoo x reader #sung jinwoo #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung #jinwoo sung x reader #solo leveling x reader #solo leveling fanfic #solo leveling imagine #solo leveling

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shikiii-skadi · 11 months ago

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Achievement Unlocked: Pet the Grim

SUMMARY: after Idia told you that he would help you with your alchemy project if you get Grim to let him pet him, you immediately went and did just that.

NOTE: inspired by Idias line "If you want help with questions, get Mr. Grim to let me pet him. Then we'll talk." from his labwear card

WARNINGS: none

NAVIGATION: Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

Your grades didn't look too good in some subjects, thanks to the fact that you were sharing your student spot with a gluttonous cat weasel monster, who preferred to cause trouble rather than study properly for your tests.

Professor Crewel made it very clear when he handed you the assignments for this project in Alchemy that you and Grim can't afford to get a bad grade if you want to pass this semester smoothly.

So it was up to you to find a way to make sure you did.

"Grim, listen. I know you hate being compared to a cat but think about it. Just let Idia pet you for a moment and he will help us with the alchemy project."

"WHAT? Are you kidding? Let that weirdo pet me?! Pfft, forget it! No way I'm lettin' Idia anywhere near me."

Grim, who like so often couldn't see the bigger picture, was fiercely opposed to your suggestion, even after you've been trying to change his mind for a while now.

"What other options do we have? I love Ace and Deuce but they are struggling just as much as we do. If not more," you said trying to make Grim see reason. But in the end, this was probably a waste of energy because Grim still didn't grasp the gravity of your situation. Grim thought he could easily achieve a good grade and that you two weren't actually that bad.

It looked like you had to use your last trump card.

"It's just one small pet. And who knows maybe you deserve an extra portion of tuna after bringing home a good grade in this project, which we probably only get with Idia's help."

You could see Grim starting to ponder as you said this. "Hmph! You make a compelling argument. ...Alright, fine. I'll let that weirdo touch me. But only ONE pet! That's it! And the extra tuna is non-negotiable!"

“Oh, Grim, I knew I could count on you," you said, although you were referring more to his hunger than him as person.

With this small victory secured, you immediately headed for Ignihyde, before Grim had the chance to change his mind and run away again.

When you arrived in Ignihyde, you were immediately welcomed by Ortho, who told you that Idia was in his room. You didn't really expect Idia to be somewhere else anyway. Was he even able to leave his room?

Ortho also told you that you should just enter Idia's room if he doesn't answer.

"Idia!" you say after opening the door to announce your presence.

"GAH!!" Idia lets out a nervous yelp as his room was suddenly invaded, and the source of the "attack" being... you. "W-what happened to knocking first?!"

"Oh, come on, don't be a drama queen. Ortho told me I should just come in," you reply and enter his dorm room, while Grim stays outside, "But let's not get hung up on this. There is a reason I came to see you. Can you remember our deal? You told me you would help me with this alchemy project if I get Grim to let you pet him."

He groans and crosses his arms. "Ugh... you didn't forget... Did you seriously find a way to get Mr. Grim to let me pet him? He always gets angry whenever I bring it up."

You nod, before turning to the door and calling out to your furry companion. "Grim! Come inside."

Grumbling could be heard before Grim walked into Idia's room. Grim definitely didn't look happy. It looked like this was his walk of shame of to his execution. He really didn't want Idia to pet him, but the prospect of tuna kept him going.

Idia stared at Grim in disbelief, his mouth agape, before turning to you. "Y-You actually got him to listen to you? H-How did you get him to even move?? I swear, he acts like I'm trying to murder him or something!"

“Tuna usually works wonders for him.”

"Alright, let's get this over with. You better make sure that your hands are washed properly before you touch the Great Grims fur! And just one pet. That's it!" Grim said, crossing his arms and looking away while waiting for Idia to pet him so he could get the tuna you promised him.

With the speed of light Idia runs to the bathroom to wash his hands. Honestly, you have never thought he could move that fast.

After returning he walks up to the cat monster, carefully raising his hands. "Don't worry, my hands are as clean as they could ever be. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I'm not messing this up!"

He reaches out and finally pets Grim on the head. You watched as a wide smirk formed on Idia's blue lips before he let out that giggle of his, that could only be described as unsettling. "Whee hee...! I can't believe I unlocked the ultra-rare achievement 'Pet the Grim'."

Meanwhile, while Idia looked like he had the best day of his life, Grim only begrudgingly endured Idia's pet.

"There, the petting session is over. You got what you wanted," Grim said jumping away from Idia, before turning to you, "Now where's my extra tuna?!"

"Stop thinking with your stomach for once, Grim," you answered scolding him slightly before you addressed Idia, "So will you help me with the alchemy project now?"

"Yeah, yeah, I can help you with that alchemy project. But don't expect me to do all the work. Got it? I'm not carrying you the whole way!"

A bright smile formed on your lips when you heard Idia say that. You are overjoyed that your plan worked and that Idia is now going to help you and Grim, which hopefully saves you two from failing your class. "I wouldn't expect you to. We'll be doing our best!"

Idia could feel the tips of his hair turning pink when he saw your reaction. "What an absolut cinnamon roll reaction...," he mumbled.

Before you could ask him to repeat what he said, because you didn't understand him, Grim suddenly raised his voice.

"I want my extra tuna-!!"

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chiaraanatra · 3 months ago

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Half-Truths

Summary: After swearing off Kooks, JJ falls for the Wreck's new waitress. (Based on this request)

Warnings: characters are 18+, talks of infidelity (not from reader or JJ), swearing, suggestive language and content but no smut, kissing, a little hurt but mostly fluff, use of "I love you," pet names (princess, baby, beautiful), Rafe being an asshole, reference to underage drinking. Kinda sorta edited.

WC: 2.4k

AN: @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account It's no joke! After months its finally here! I'm so sorry this took so long to post! I hope you like it!!

《 m.list || ao3 》

JJ wasn't one for relationships.

He and John B. always joked that he had a high catch and release rate. Reel a girl in, have your fun, and take off before anything serious could happen.

And it worked. JJ could have his fun and not be forced to dive into any of that emotional shit. All the fun, none of the complicated.

However, the system wasn’t perfect.

When emotions weren’t involved but alcohol and weed were, details tended to fall through the cracks. Details like ‘I’m actually dating a Kook who already hates your guts.’

In all fairness, JJ didn’t know the girl he picked up at the Boneyard was Kelce's girlfriend until they were putting on their respective clothing and she mentioned the ‘small’ detail in passing.

She promised that she wouldn’t tell a soul as to not tarnish her own reputation, but things never quite work out the way you’d hope.

All of that led to his current position: sitting at the bar of the Wreak with a bag of frozen peas on his face, waiting for a basket of French fries that he hoped would lift his mood and for Kie’s shift to end.

His mood brightened slightly when the shift change brought more than he had hoped for. You walked behind the bar, throwing on your apron and name tag before grabbing the steaming basket of fries off the counter and placing it on the bar in front of him.

You tilted your head, no doubt noticing the purple and blue that marred his face. He placed the bag of peas down on the bar and looked at you, taking you in, the throbbing in his face long forgotten. "If you think this is bad, you should see the other guy’s fist." His tone was cocky and despite the pain, he flashed you a smile.

You brought your hand up to your face trying to cover a growing smile and hold in a laugh. JJ couldn't help but wonder what other faces he could have you making.

"But enough about me." he grabbed a frie from the basket and pointed it at you, "Wha's your name, pretty girl?"

You shook your head, "Well, don't you bounce back quick?"

"Eh," JJ shrugged, "Not the first time and it won't be the last. Now bout that name?"

Before you could reply, you heard the kitchen doors open, followed by a very angry Kie rolling up to the counter. "The hell, JJ?!"

You couldn't help but be a little shocked never seeing your new coworker so worked up. She wasted no time dragging JJ towards the back of the restaurant, caring little for his reply.

He leaned back attempting to get another glance of you behind the bar, "The new waitress is cute."

Kie rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “You're avoiding the subject, JJ.”

"Ugh okay…” JJ ran his fingers through his messy blonde hair. “You know the girl at the party last weekend? Well, apparently she wasn't as single as she let on... "

"Oh god..." she groaned.

"Yeah, and apparently Kelce isn't fond of sharing..." He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at how pissed Kelce looked when confronting him earlier.

Kie's eyes widened at the blonde's words, "You did not…"

“How was I supposed to know?! I can't keep up with every Kook princess and her boyfriend of the week!” The blonde paused taking a breath. “Honestly, I'm swearing off Kooks. I can't take any more of the prissy shit and I don't need Rafe or his goons coming after me every time I 'taint' their property. No more kooks just clueless Tourons who are here one minute and gone the next and cute Pogue girls that know how to have a good time."

Kie lets out a sigh. "You’re disgusting!"

"You know me, here for a good time, not a long time." He gives her a laugh and shrugs.

"Jesus," She shook her head once more, "let me grab my shit and I'll drive you to the Chateau."

JJ made his way back to you leaning over the bar, "you got a pen?"

You gave him a quizzical look before handing him the pen out of your apron.

JJ proceeded to write his number on a napkin and handed it to you, “Text me.”

You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance, “We’ll see.”

That was a month and a half ago.

It was just a casual thing. At least that’s what JJ told himself.

But the more the two of you hung out, the more he brought you around his friends, and the more he indulged in the way your naked body felt pressed up against his, the less he liked the idea of casual or the possibility of anyone else having you.

You were so real, so down to earth. You worked hard, knew what you wanted, and how to get it. On top of all that, you were drop dead gorgeous.

All things that distracted from the small, still unknown, detail that you were a kook.

You had told yourself you would tell him before things got too serious, but before you knew it you were thrown into the deep end.

Your head rested lazily on JJ's bare chest, both of you still trying to catch your breath.

His blue eyes sparkled with something you couldn't quite name. "Whacha thinking about, handsome."

He bit his lip, contemplating his next words. "I really like you... Like really like you. I don't usually do relationships because they're messy and people get hurt, but I really don't want to be with anyone else and I don't think I could stand seeing you with another guy... so..."

JJ tried willing the words he wanted to say out of his mouth but before he could you said them yourself, "JJ Maybank are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

His tongue pressed into the inside of his cheek as he looked up at the ceiling, “Depends… would you say ‘yes’?”

You giggle, "'m not sure... why don't you ask and find out."

He smiled pulling you up closer so you were inches from his face. "alright beautiful, will you be my girlfriend?"

You looked away, pretending to be deep in thought, "Hmmm... I don't know..." you looked up to find his face twist with anticipation and you couldn’t help but giggle, “Yes! I would love to be your girlfriend.” You leaned in to kiss him.

"Baby, you will be the death of me..." his lips found yours and refused to leave your skin the rest of that night.

The Wreak was a disaster. 4th of July was next week and the island was already packed with vacationers. You were scrambling taking orders, delivering food, and desperately missing the little sleep you had gotten the night before.

JJ was sat at the bar waiting patiently for you to get off of work after you agreed to stay an extra hour to help out. Despite the chaos things were moving rather smoothly.

However, all good things come to an end.

The door opened with a chime and you were greeted by the unwelcome sight of Rafe and Topper. It was all you could do but pray that he didn’t notice you.

Rafe had his sights on you the moment you moved to Figure 8. You were the only girl who didn’t fall for his charms and access to the Cameron wealth. Unfortunately for you, rather than causing him to steer clear of you, it only increased his interest.

Rafe turned to find you dropping off a to-go order at the hostess stand. "What the hell are you doing in here, princess?"

You were a few feet from the bar and JJ was about to head over to prevent you from getting harassed by the Kook King himself, but your voice made him pause.

You rolled your eyes "What do you want, Rafe?"

His eyes roamed over your figure. "What's with the waitress get up? There's no way your working here. Lord knows you don't need petty tips when your dad could afford to buy this place out."

What..? JJ was desperate to shake off the comment. Rafe must have the wrong girl. Maybe there's some Kook that looks like you or something?

"Some of us would rather work to make our own way rather than live off of daddy’s money." you tried to walk away but Rafe grabbed your arm.

"Common, Princess.” Rafe leaned closer, “When are you gonna let me take you out?"

You tried to lean out of his grasp to no avail. "Rafe, for what has to be the thousandth time, I have a boyfriend."

"Yeah that filthy Pogue." There was no mistaking the disgust his voice. "You know a pretty Kook like you should stay on her side of the island,” He caressed your arm, despite your efforts to move away from his hold. “And if you were my girl, you would never work a day in your life."

You forcefully yanked your arm out of his grasp, "And that's your problem, Rafe. You know nothing about me.”

You turned to head towards the bar. Your heart sank when you were met with blue eyes filled with hurt. You could feel your heart crack inside your chest. He heard everything.

You didn’t meant to lie to him. Okay, lying was a stretch, but you did hide the truth from him. You had always meant to tell JJ about your ‘kook’ status, despite the stupidity of the island class system, but things happened so quickly and before you knew it things got very real very fast.

You watched as JJ made a beeline for the door. You ran out the door after him, hoping to stop him, and explained yourself. "JJ wait!!" You pushed your way through the sea of people and out the door just in time to watch him ride away on his bike, leaving you in a cloud of dust.

It had been two weeks since the incident at the Wreck. JJ refused to return your texts or answer your calls. Instead, choosing to kick himself for not knowing you were a kook and being pissed that you lied to him.

You never outright said anything about your social standing. You never labeled your self a Pogue but he felt it was a lie of omission.

Regardless, being pissed off faded rather quickly and now he was just sad that you hid part of you from him. Thinking back on it he realized he knew next to nothing about your family or even where you lived.

He was face down on the couch in the chateau living room.

JB and Pope walked in to see him in the same position as he left him the night before, lying on the couch, looking like a kicked puppy.

“Alright this I just getting sad dude," Pope sat on the arm of the couch looking at the blonde.

"Yeah, man." John B grabbed a couple beers from the fridge and tossed on to Pope. "You’ve been moping over this girl for weeks.”

JJ sat up rubbing the 'sleep' from his eyes, “Fuck you, I’m not moping.”

Pope rolled his eyes before, “Dude, you’ve barely left the chateau.” He pulled at the curtain allowing the bright summer sun to stream in. “Look, I know she wasn’t exactly forthcoming with her social status, but you know she’s a good person.”

"Yeah, man! Besides dating a Kook isn’t the end of the world,” John B couldn’t help but smile. “So, for the love of anything that might still be holy. Go get her back!”

JJ knew they were right. You were more than just a Kook and he was kicking himself for not seeing past that. He wasted little time calling Kie and asking for your address.

He spent a good 20 minutes pacing the driveway before making his way to the door. He wasn’t even sure if anyone, let alone you, was home.

What if your parents answered? Oh god, that would not be ideal.

“Nut up or shut up, dude,” JJ whispered to himself before ringing the doorbell.

In the minute it took you to get to the door, a million thoughts ran through JJ’s head as he paced back and forth waiting for…

The large green door opened to you standing in comfy clothes. Your eyes were puffy, but you were the same beautiful girl who had refused to leave his head.

You couldn't help being a a little shocked when you opened the door to see the blonde that you had missed so much over the past two weeks. Despite your heart quickening in his presence you refused to look at him, “What do you want JJ…?”

“To apologize… to say I overreacted and that I haven’t stopped thinking about you. That I’m a dumbass and shouldn’t have judged you because of your parents’ tax bracket and the stupid hierarchy of this island.” JJ was dangerously close to rambling, but you didn't look like you were going to speak any time soon.

He really wished you would look at him.

“Look… I don’t expect forgiveness or another chance, but I needed you to know that ‘m sorry.” He put his hands gently on your shoulders, hoping you would look at him rather than run away.

Rather than tense, you relaxed into his touch. “You are a good person, and money doesn’t negate that fact.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I should have told you… But after hearing from Kie that you swore off Kooks, I was scared that you wouldn’t see me for me…”

"None of that matters now." He forward closing the gap between you, “I love you for you.”

“You love me?” Your eyes met his and heat rose into your cheeks.

JJ's head fell back, a small smile gracing his lips, “Fuck, this is not how I wanted that to come out, but yes I love you.”

You were quick to return his words, “I love you too, JJ.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “For richer or poorer.” You let out a giggle as JJ rolled his eyes. He wasted little time lifting you into his arms and kissing you, relishing in the softness of your lips that he has missed so much.

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rigordoll · 5 months ago

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Sweetheart.

contains: college!AU, RE2Leon x Fem!reader, friends to lovers, kissing, suggestive at the end. This will have eventual smut in a future pt2!

Pt2 here!

I'm not an expert writing, English isn't my first language but interactions, reblogs and comments are appreciated!! enjoy :3

When you started college you were scared as fuck to be honest. All your teacher's from high school and even your parents told you that college was hell and it was a completely different environment for you, that you must be very careful and not go trusting in every person in your way.

They weren't wrong about it but to be honest college wasn't so bad as they pictured it. Yeah, there was some weird people that you wouldn't approach to them even if you got payed to do it but they didn't mess with you or something.

You would say that college was almost like high school if you weren't failing almost every subject in your first semester, that was definitely the hell part. However, you managed to improve in the second semester and it went 'easier' for you, at least you weren't failing anymore.

Well, actually...

You were failing mathematics.

Imagine your face when you saw the test and realized you didn't know a shit about algebra, you were most definitely cooked.

It was hard as fuck and no matter what, you wouldn't understand it. Thank God you had Leon, he was the first person that approached to you in college and since then you sticked to his side.

He was such a sweetheart and helped you a lot, made the study sessions more bearable with his incredible bad jokes and actually explained to you what you didn't understand in the class.

Even right now when he was seeing your test and explaining you why your answer were wrong so it wouldn't happen again.

"Now, seriously, what the hell went through your mind to think that this was the correct answer?" Leon said without looking at you, he was focused reading your failed test and he genuinely looked offended at whatever you put on there.

"It's not that bad! give me that." you said with a huff, taking the piece of paper from his hands and put it into your bag without much care.

"Oh it is bad..." He said with amusement, if he dared to laugh at you, you would punch him in the middle of his perfect face. "But hey, seriously... you need to get a better grade in the next test." Leon said softly. "You can come over to my room and I'll explain you the basics." He offered.

Leon always offered to help you with your studies and he actually did explain well. It's just that you sometimes didn't pay attention to him.

I mean, you did payed attention to him, just not to what he was saying...

In your defense, being alone with Leon in his room was an appealing idea... Just not to study. You wouldn't lie, you may have a little crush for him since the beginning but you always pushed those feelings aside because he only saw you as a friend.

"You mean, later today...?" you asked, raising a brown with curiosity which caused him to roll his eyes. "no, later next year. Of course later today, silly." Leon said with amusement and you huffed at him. "But it's friday..." you already had plans, going to a party, drink, dancing and maybe hook up with a guy and pretend that it was Leon. Last part is clearly a joke, don't do that! but anyway, college life is good.

"I don't care, see you at 6pm." He said playfully before leaving.

Fuck him, but you did wish that it was in the literal sense.

You were standing in front of his door and it was actually 7pm, ops.

but in your defense, you were busy getting ready to the party since you were lazy as fuck to to go to Leon's room then go back to your room, change your clothes, doing your make up and then go to the party, it would take her ages.

Before you could even knock the door, Leon had already opened it and it took him a moment to scold you for your tardiness since his cold blue eyes were roaming your figure and taking in your clothes option, now that was short skirt but the top was pretty, it was his favorite on you even if he never told you.

Leon cleared his throat before looking at you with a serious expression playing on his face. "first of all, you're one hour late. Second of all, why are you dressed like that?" He asked with curiosity, stepping aside to let you in before closing the door behind you.

"There is a party tonight at 9pm..." you said softly with a shrug before sitting on the edge of his bed and looking at him.

"I see, I hope that you don't drunk call me at 3am." He said playfully while sitting on the desk chair that was beside the bed. Anyway, he knew that if you called him he would pick you up without thinking twice but that isn't the matter here..

"I don't promise you anything.." you said with a chuckle while looking at him, he was dressed in grey sweatpants and a blue random shirt but damn, his biceps were on display. Focus, hoe!

Leon smirked at your answer and shook his head with amusement before searching for his notes. "Let's just get started with this so you can go to your party." He said softly.

An hour passed by with him explaining you the basics and teaching you how to do some exercises.

Honestly, you were having a bit of trouble focusing when he looked so fine and smelled so fine, you always wondered was cologne he uses because it smells heavenly. You also noticed him stealing some glances at you, more than usual.

Maybe it was because he was staring at your thighs and at how soft your skin looked... or maybe he was staring and your chest everytime you leaned closer to him to see what he was writing. he was most definitely having the time of his life when he caught you staring at him with pretty eyes while biting your pen before snapping back to reality and noticing how dumb you probably looked. He wouldn't call it dumb tho, more like hot but hey, he never said this.

"I think I got it, look." You said softly, passing him your notebook where you have just finished a exercise. Leon took notebook from you, his fingers grazing yours but seemingly completely oblivious of it.

He took a moment to check if it was good and you waited there patiently, when you heard a soft hum from him, you leaned closer. your head next to his and you rested your chin on his shoulder. "is it good?" you asked quietly.

Leon turned his head to look at you and now his face was mere inches away from yours. His eyes went directly to your lips and it took all his willpower to not kiss you right there since you were looking absolutely gorgeous there staring at him with doe eyes and glossy lips slightly agape.

Leon licked his lips and quickly looked back to your notebook. "Yeah, it's good." He said softly before looking back at you, you were smiling and looking at your book in his hands.

Leon didn't know why but his heart was beating against his chest, his hands felt sweaty and suddenly the room felt a lot warmer now, is the AC working or what the hell?

The tension was in the air and you when you met his gaze, you noticed his rosy cheeks and dilated pupils while he stared at every detail of your face. Suddenly, you remembered why you liked him. It's those cold blue eyes that look into you with intensity and adoration without failing.

You both just stared quietly in each other's eyes, none of you said anything or did anything even if your bodies were betraying both of you and itching for being closer to each others warmth.

It was such a comfortable silence, a silence that spoke volumes.

So it didn't surprise you when you hear the words. "I really want to kiss you." coming from Leon's mouth in a quiet tone as it was secret that he was telling you.

You just took a heavy breath while looking at his pink lips before nodding at him. that was enough for him to understand, he always understood your silence even if that happened rarely.

To be honest, you felt so cozy and warm when his lips touched yours. you swear that you felt butterflies in your tummy when he started to kiss you slowly, taking his time with you and his hand going to cradle your face.

It felt so right, Leon wonders why he didn't do this before. Why didn't he kiss you in every chance given?

It didn't took long before you were beneath him on his bed, kissing each other and exploring each other's body through the layers of clothes.

It seems like you weren't going to that party anymore... Leon's much better that any guy that you could found there anyway.

HEYYYYYYYYYY, I'll leave this here.

I'll probably make pt2 later that will included an attempt of smut since I still figuring out all this write thing, but anyway, enjoy!

(I'm taking requests BTW)

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ticifics · 5 months ago

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Bittersweet Smoke

Tangerine x f!reader

Summary: You had known each other for a few years. You were always the intermediary between them and the clients, the bridge between the service and the payment. You looked like a doll—too perfect, too unattainable. And Tangerine had never wanted so badly to put his hands on something he knew he shouldn't touch.

Warnings: suggestive, language, smoke (don't smoke, it's bad), no use of y/n

A/N: request from my GREAT love @gingerteafairy and the first time I dare to write something with Tangerine, so I'm a little nervous

The park was always the meeting place. Public, busy, safe enough that no one would suspect anything. You insisted on scheduling meetings there, surrounded by the distant sound of children's laughter and the coming and going of strangers, as if the open environment could keep things under control.

But today, things would be different.

Today, Lemon wouldn't be here to serve as a buffer.

Tangerine had received the message minutes earlier, short and direct: You'll have to go alone. Behave.

He scoffed, running his tongue over his teeth in an irritated tic. Not because he couldn't handle a simple conversation, but because handling you, alone, was another story.

So, he did the only logical thing. He lit a cigarette.

The smoke spread through the crisp morning air as he waited, leaning against the iron railing of a flower bed. The dark velvet of his coat was immaculate, just like the brown curls that fell with calculated carelessness over his forehead. Tangerine was a man of presence, he always had been, but when it came to you…

Something in him became unhinged.

You had known each other for a few years. You were always the intermediary between them and the clients, the bridge between the service and the payment. Rational, precise, immaculately professional. But with him? Oh, with him, it had never been simple. From the first meeting, the barbs were constant, sharp as a blade. He thought you were bossy. You thought he was unbearable. He said you were too spoiled for this job. You replied that he was a rabid dog in an expensive suit.

And yet, you kept on like this—circling each other, orbiting, exchanging glances that lasted too long, provoking and irritating, as if waiting to see who would lose control first.

That was why he took a deep drag before seeing you. And that was why, despite expecting you, when you finally arrived, something in him stalled.

Your walk was always the same—confident, precise. Of course, you were beautiful. Mary Jane shoes touching the stone softly, pretty socks climbing up legs he tried not to stare at and failed miserably. You looked like a doll—too perfect, too unattainable. And Tangerine had never wanted so badly to put his hands on something he knew he shouldn't touch.

And it was driving him crazy.

"That's going to kill you."

Your voice cut through the silence, sweet and sharp, and Tangerine exhaled the smoke slowly, one corner of his mouth lifting.

"Hm? What's going to kill me?"

"That," you gestured toward the cigarette with your chin. "Smoking."

He chuckled low. "You talk like you care, doll."

The pet name made your expression harden for a second. But there was something else today, something different. He noticed it in the gleam in your eyes, in the way your fingers absentmindedly smoothed the seam of your skirt, in how your breathing adjusted as he watched you. Something was wrong—not that he dared to ask what.

"Maybe you should take a drag."

The words came out lower, slower, laced with something you pretended not to notice.

But you did.

Tangerine knew because he saw your throat move in a dry swallow, saw you hesitate a second longer than you should have.

"I don't smoke," you shot back. But you didn’t turn away, didn’t change the subject.

He brought the cigarette to his lips again, taking a slow drag, letting the smoke spread into the space between you. "There's a first time for everything."

You hesitated. Tangerine saw it. A blink too many, a swallow too hard. But instead of refusing, your fingers moved—delicate, hesitant—until they reached for him.

Oh.

A slow smile formed on his lips. Taking his time, he turned his hand, holding the cigarette between his fingers for you to take.

The touch was brief, but enough. Your skin met his for an instant—warm, soft. Tangerine watched, fascinated, as you brought the cigarette to your lips.

Ah, hell.

The same mouth that had said so many sharp things to him was now touching the same cigarette he had just smoked.

Then, you inhaled.

And choked.

The cough came hard, unexpected, and you quickly pulled the cigarette away, bringing your hand to your mouth as you leaned slightly to the side, trying to catch your breath.

Tangerine blinked, first surprised—then, chuckled lowly.

"Fuck," he muttered, genuine amusement in his voice. "Slow down, doll. That’s not how you do it."

You shot him a sharp glare, your eyes gleaming with irritation. "Don’t laugh."

He raised his hands, theatrically innocent, but the smile was still there, tugging at one corner of his mouth. "I’m not laughing."

You cleared your throat, regaining composure, your fingers still holding the cigarette, hesitant. Tangerine tilted his head slightly, his gaze drifting from your eyes to your lips, then to the curve of your neck—where a faint hint of color was rising, subtle.

"Hold it like this," he said, his voice lower now, reaching out to adjust the way you held the cigarette. His fingers brushed against yours again—a brief, warm touch—before he pulled away. "And when you inhale, do it slowly. Let the smoke in, then release it. No need to swallow it like you're desperate."

You narrowed your eyes at him, clearly suspicious. But instead of answering, you brought the cigarette back to your lips. This time, slowly.

And Tangerine had to hold his breath.

He felt it. He felt the exact moment his mouth went dry, the moment the tension in the air thickened. Because now that you knew how to do it, you did it right. Your lips parted slightly, your lashes lowered just a bit, and the smoke came out slow, smooth.

And hell, he shouldn't have been staring so much.

But he was.

"Good girl," he murmured, almost without thinking.

Your gaze met his for an instant, sharp, as if the words had poked at something deep inside you. But instead of responding, you simply extended your hand, returning the cigarette.

Tangerine blinked, surprised for a second, before accepting it. His fingers brushed against yours again, lingering just a little longer than they should before he brought the cigarette back to his lips.

And then he saw it.

The soft stain of lipstick on the filter.

A mark of yours, right there.

He took a deep drag, more than he needed, the familiar taste now mixed with something new—something he wanted to taste more of. Smoke filled his lungs, dense, warm, as his mind drifted for a moment.

And it was inevitable.

The thought.

The absurd, uncontrollable desire to see your perfect composure unravel.

To see you reduced to sighs in his bed, your pretty clothes disheveled, your sweet voice turned into something more urgent. To have your stockings pulled down, your lips parted, saying his name in a way he hadn’t heard yet.

The cigarette burned down to the filter. Tangerine flicked it away, crushing it against the ground with the tip of his shoe, a muscle in his jaw tightening for a second.

Oh, he was going to ruin you.

Not today. Not here. But someday.

You reached into your bag, pulling out a slim envelope before placing it in his hand. “New contract,” you muttered, back to business. “Straightforward. Should be easy enough.”

Tangerine tucked it into his coat. “Sure. You know me, sweetheart. Always smooth, always professional.”

You rolled your eyes, already turning to leave. But before he could step away, your voice reached him again—softer this time.

“Be careful.”

The phrase was small, tossed into the air as if it meant nothing. But Tangerine felt it.

He felt it in the way your voice came out softer. In how you avoided looking directly at him this time. In the meaning you tried to hide beneath the simplicity of the words.

And that was exactly why he smiled.

Slow. Teasing. Something drawn-out and amused.

"Aww," he murmured, tilting his head, "you care, love?"

Your expression soured instantly. “I don’t.”

“‘Course not,” he drawled, utterly entertained.

You huffed in irritation, spinning on your heel and walking away, muttering something under your breath. Tangerine watched you go, the corner of his mouth twitching up.

Oh, he loved pissing you off.

And when he got back from this job?

He was going to ask you out.

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cherryrikis · 9 months ago

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OPERATION: LOCKDOWN - 005 ! miss dr jart ambassador

pairing -> gamer!riki x beauty influencer!fem reader

synopsis -> you hated gamers. riki hated ulzzang’s (except you). so after weeks of fighting to be the top streamer, (and riki’s poor attempts to charm you), he suggests to collaborate so you could both be number one. you tried to keep it professional. but the more time you spent producing content together, the more you realized just how much nishimura riki really meant to you.

previous <> masterlist <> next

you had only been at the arcade for three hours, but your whole friend group probably had over 15,000 tickets each (thanks to wonbin and minjeong, for figuring out how to always hit the jackpot on the wheel of fortune).

“guys, i don’t feel like playing anymore. i’m just gonna go the front real quick, to use the ticket counter?” you informed.

“yeah, no worries. uh, do you need me to come with you?” seunghan asked, gently placing his soda down on the pac-man game (right as wonbin was about to beat his personal record).

“it’s alright. i’ll be quick.”

“come back in time for us to use the photo booth!” hyein called out.

you smiled at her, before turning around to head towards the front of the store.

it was supposed to be a quick stop, you were supposed to count your tickets.

and you were, until you saw his stupid face.

you didn’t even realize it was him, until he bumped into you.

riki was walking backwards for whatever reason, and you had your head buried in your phone, of course you were bound to collide. stupid situational awareness.

“sorry..” “oh! i’m so sorry, are you okay?” riki asked, immediately turning around to offer you a hand. you reached for his support, until you looked up and realized who it was.

“you’ve got to be kidding. for a moment i actually almost saw you as a decent human being. you know, when you’re not publicly berating girls.” you scoffed, pushing his hand away to get back up on your own.

you never noticed how tall riki was. he completely towered over you once you were on your feet again.

riki ignored your comment, and instead changed the subject.

"didn’t think this was your type of scenery, miss dr jart ambassador.”

"it’s not.. im here with friends." you sighed. “and don’t call me that. only the girls ever called me that.”

"are they as stereotypically loud and obnoxious as all gamers?" he teased, nudging your shoulder, only to quickly withdraw his arm as you glared at him.

"we're actually all models, but nice try."

soon after, one of riki's friends come up to you both, throwing an arm around his shoulder. "hey, you really put the beauty in beauty influencer. you're... yn, right? im jake." he says.

"this one might be an exception." you jokingly whispered to riki in a way you knew jake would hear, replying back to the previous comment from right before he came.

riki pushed jake’s face away from you. "not him though. he's too old for you."

"and you arent too young for me? what if i like older guys?" you tilted your head to the side, faking a clueless expression.

"well then i guarantee jake isn't the one. and arent you also born in 2005??"

"yeah, i am. but whatever. see you around i guess. dont approach me when i'm with my friends again, or i WILL make sure seunghan finds you." you scoff.

"but you were alone?" riki called out as he watched you walk away.

you carefully made your way back to your friend group, as they were waiting at the photo booth as planned.

“oh hey! you’re back. obviously we’re not all gonna fit, so we’ll take turns.” hanni waved, gesturing for you to come closer. “you and seunghan will go first.”

seunghan stepped forward, holding the curtain open for you to go in first before sitting down beside you.

“you were gone for like, 10 minutes. what’s up with that?” he whispered, knowing your group would be eavesdropping.

“you won’t believe this, seung. but i ran into riki.”

he slapped a hand over his mouth with a gasp. “you’re lying! i’ll literally find him when we’re done with this, and make sure he keeps your name out his mouth.”

3, 2, 1, pose! the speaker played out, as you and seunghan quickly got into a casual two-person-heart-formation.

“it’s okay. you don’t have to. he’s actually not that bad, just a little persistent.” you chuckle. but seunghan didn’t find it funny.

“y/n. are you forgetting all that he said about you? especially on live. your image was damaged.” he stared at you with a blank expression.

“it’s been over a month. it’s not as relevant to me anymore. besides, my reputation wasn’t impacted as much as his.” you furrowed your brows “why do you care so much?”

3, 2, 1, pose! the camera clicked once more while the two of you managed to find a last minute pose.

seunghan let out an exasperated sigh. “i just want what’s best for you, y/n. you know that. but, whatever. i’m sorry angel. if you’re over it, then good, good that you put it past you.”

“it’s okay. i get it.” you reassured.

3, 2, 1, pose! the white light flashed, indicating the last picture was taken. when you got your photo strip, the third and final picture revealed seunghan with his arm over your shoulder, as he stared at you while you smiled at the camera.

the more you looked at the picture, the more it clicked in your head. and you realized, why seunghan got so overprotective over you.

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velariscalling · 1 year ago

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Morally Grey - An Azriel Imagine

Characters: Azriel x Archeron!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Cassian drags the IC to his new obsession: open mic night at Rita's, and much to his delight, Azriel has been paired up to sing with the Reader.

Warnings: Alcohol, suggestive language.

A/N: My first ever imagine is HERE!! Honestly I've been so nervous to put this out as it's all very new to me, but I really hope you guys enjoy it! I'm really looking forward to see how my writing develops as I post more, but for now, I hope you enjoy my first post! It's just a load of silly fun tbh. And finally, thank you so much to @sarawritestories for helping me out with the ending, you're the best! <3

Soundtrack: 'Morally Grey' by April Jai feat. Nation Haven

Disclaimer: GIF isn't mine - credit to whoever it belongs to.

Rita’s was bustling.

As it always was on a Friday night, really. They probably should have known better than to come on a weekend, but the welcoming vibrancy of the bar was a welcome reprieve from a long week’s work. Y/N took a deep breath as the music hit her, exhaling as she let any remaining stress seep from her body and into the night.

Before she could think too much about the busy days she’s had as of recently, a hand grabbed each of hers - one perfectly manicured, one covered in swirls of black ink - and pulled her in the direction of the bar. Mor flagged down a barman who recognised them immediately - it wasn’t a rare occurrence for the Night Court’s Inner Circle to make an appearance here.

After a moment, she handed her a shot glass filled with bright green liquid. “Bottoms up, you’re gonna need it tonight,” she grinned, already having necked her own. Feyre giggled as Y/N raised a questioning eyebrow at the blonde, throwing back her shot anyway and wincing at the tangy liquid.

“And why is that, exactly?” Y/N cocked her head at her friend, who’s brown eyes danced with excitement.

“Oh come on,” she rolled her eyes playfully, already flagging down the barman for yet another shot, just for herself this time. “You really think Cassian’s going to let us miss out on tonight? He’s been preparing his song with Rhys for days.”

It’s true - Cassian’s favourite night of the week was their newest tradition, open mic night at Rita’s. Four songs, four duos, randomly selected. Or so he says, anyway. He probably matched himself with Rhysand so he could convince him to sing Mysterious Girl together.

Feyre gripped Y/N’s hand from her other side, clearly trying her hardest to hold back a squeal of excitement. “How are you feeling?” She knew that there was more to that question than meets the eye. It wasn’t a secret that Cassian’s little game had paired her up with Azriel, much to his delight.

She put on her mask of indifference that she had mastered over the months of knowing the shadowsinger, refusing to give any details away of her incessant feelings for him that prodded at her constantly. “I am feeling absolutely fine, High Lady,” she smiled, eyes shining, but a scoff from her left interrupted her.

“Please,” Mor drawled, looking at her with a face that said, don’t even try. “You literally can’t fool anyone, especially not us, so drop the act.”

Okay, so maybe she hadn’t mastered her mask as well as she had initially thought, her twin’s nod of agreement cementing that conclusion. “Okay fine, but what do I have to be nervous about? You are all the ones who should be nervous when we out-sing you.” She smirked at them, but they shared a knowing look.

“There it is, changing the subject,” Feyre chuckled, nursing her drink in her hand. Y/N scowled at her, but she could never actually be mad at her. Frankly, she was more irritated by the fact that she knew her so well. “What? Y/N, this is what happens every time we bring him up.”

She opened her mouth to argue, when an arm was slung over her shoulder, and Feyre’s. “Ladies,” Rhysand’s melodic voice sounded over the music as he appeared between the sisters. He nodded at Mor with a grin, who was already on her… third, or fourth shot? Who knows. “Cass will have a temper tantrum if I don’t drag you all over to the stage right now.”

Feyre rolled her eyes with a laugh and allowed her mate to spin her into his arms, and they both made their way over to the Inner Circle’s area of the bar. Y/N’s heart warmed at the sight of them, knowing that her twin, her double in every way, had found her happiness. Mor looped her arm through hers as they walked behind them, her eyes following Y/N’s gaze. “You’ll have that soon, you know.”

Y/N looked over at her. She was so breathtaking, her brown eyes contrasting her golden hair, and her signature red dress hugging her flawless body in all the right places. Any male or female in this room would be lucky to get her, and yet, she didn’t care. Next to her, though, Y/N felt like nothing. As if Mor could sense her thoughts, she squeezed her arm affectionately. “Come on. Tonight’s the night you’re going to show that other side of you- oh don’t give me that look, I know it’s there.”

Y/N huffed, a lighthearted sound, and shook her head softly. “I wish I had your confidence,” She murmured, a dry joke.

“Babe, you’re sexy. When are you going to realise that?” The sheer certainty in Mor’s voice had Y/N raising her eyebrows at her friend, who simply nodded, as if agreeing with herself. “Channel it tonight. I’ll be watching.” She winked, and released her arm as they arrived at their own table right in front of the stage.

Rhys and Feyre had already taken their seats at the centre, High Lord and Lady looking elegant as ever. Cassian sat to Rhys’s right, his excitement akin to a golden retriever, as Amren, who was sat next to him, clearly tried her hardest not to throttle him. Next to Feyre sat Azriel, his looming shadows making the already dark bar appear pitch black in his presence. There were two empty chairs to his left, and finally Nesta sat at the end of the table, clearly trying to make the most of as much peace and quiet as she could get before the night’s shenanigans unfolded. Mor was quick to take the seat next to her, leaving Y/N between her and Azriel. He gave her a short smile as she sat down, ever the emotionless. “Are you ready?”

The low, icy voice of the shadowsinger never failed to take her by surprise. If the living embodiment of darkness could talk, it would sound like him. She looked at him, his hazel eyes glowing even in the darkness, and replied, “Are you?”

Before Azriel could respond, a flute of sparkly champagne slid from Y/N’s left into view. She turned to see Nesta, wordlessly handing her the drink, with grey-blue eyes that told her that she, too, thought she needed an extra little liquid confidence tonight. She noticed Mor biting her lip so hard she looked as though she may explode, and she rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips as she turned back to Azriel. To her surprise, it appeared as though a similar grin was tugging on those lips as well.

He merely raised his glass to hers, eyes shining with a grin that he wouldn’t let fully show on his face. She picked up her own glass and clinked it against his, matching his honey gold gaze.

Let the night begin.

It’s safe to say that the performances of the night were… well, entertaining. Cassian was a little too excited dragging Rhys up to perform their number first, giving major boyband energy up on that stage. Feyre was in fits of laughter, but Nesta looked like she wanted to claw her eyes out… but perhaps secretly enjoyed it behind that mask of disgust. Y/N’s two sisters were up next with a rendition of Love Story in which Nesta was surprisingly involved, followed by Amren and Mor’s take on Lady Marmalade, which was frankly the worst thing anyone had ever heard. If the monster lurking beneath Amren’s skin was anything like her singing voice, then Mother help us all.

It wasn’t long before her friends were cheering and whooping as Y/N stood from her seat - the final song. “Get him girl,” Mor whispered as she passed her, Azriel on her heels. She felt the shadows licking at her ankles as she ascended the steps to the stage, gripping the microphone that had been handed to her on the way.

As Azriel situated himself to her left, she stole a quick glance at him. He was looking at the floor, uncharacteristically tense under the gazes of all their friends. It was no secret that Azriel had the most beautiful voice you’d ever heard, a gift from the Cauldron itself, but it occurred to her now that maybe no one else had heard it before. Aside from her, at the couple of short practices they had done. Even then, she didn’t think he was giving his all.

Y/N faced the front and prepared for the music to play - she was more of a seasoned performer than Azriel. She had played her fair share of gigs around Velaris, a good handful of which on this very stage. If she was showing some confidence, she hoped that it would spark some inside of him. She steeled herself, breathing in deeply as she raised the microphone to her lips, and the music began.

“He’s got gold eyes, crooked smile, knows that he drives me wild,”

She felt the heat of the spotlight on her as she let her voice ring through the bar. It was soft, to begin with, giving the song room to breathe, to build. She looked over at the man she was sharing the stage with, noticing tension already lost from his shoulders at the sound of her voice. His eyebrows were raised ever so slightly, and she knew then that he’d realised how she’d changed the lyrics to fit him, those perfect golden eyes.

“Can’t help myself, no I’m not in denial,”

The smile she sent his way was telling, it spoke a hundred words. But it wasn’t just her grin that conveyed the message she sent: you’re okay, you’re with me, move with me. There was something between them, an invisible thread connecting the two of them, body and soul and mind. Certain thoughts, certain feelings - she could feel his, and he could feel hers. A bond like this had meaning, they both knew this, but neither of them were bold enough to explore it, acknowledge it. Across that bond, she beckoned him: Azriel, you’re with me, and I’m with you… play with me.

“I know he’s no good for me,”

There was a flicker of something in the shadowsinger’s eyes, as if his mind had decided to pull him down an alternative route to the one he was prepared to go down, the one where he’d back out and run. A shadow of a smirk lingered on his lips, as his own shadows danced around him excitedly, egging him on. The weaving tendrils were clearly more than satisfied with the idea that flashed through their master’s mind, whatever images Y/N’s words had conjured up. Azriel, play with me.

“But when he gets down on his knees,”

The spark in his eyes only seemed to brighten as he brought the lyrics to life, sinking slowly down onto his knees before her. The shit-eating smirk he wore on his face in response to her evident surprise could have sent her to her own knees as she beheld him, kneeling, for her. Mother spare her. A quick glance to her right at the others confirmed that they had all had the same reaction she had, and she feared that the bar staff may have to assist in picking their jaws up from the floor. Azriel’s face was challenging, knowing, yet almost the picture of innocence as she felt his response in her mind: You told me to play with you. She sent one word back at him: Bastard.

If he was going to play dirty, so was she.

“He’s so eager to please, knows the right frequencies,”

He reached a hand out as if to touch her - where, she wasn’t sure - but she grabbed it before he could make any contact. Scars felt rough against her soft skin as she walked slowly, teasingly around him and she sang the chorus, her heeled boots tugging her posture upright so her body curved in all the right places. She caught Feyre’s eye as she circled Azriel, still knelt on the floor and looking as though he was more than content to stay there forever. Y/N’s sister looked like her eyes were about to bulge out of her head, her smile growing so big that Y/N thought it would be too big for her face. Next to her, Rhysand simply winked, an encouraging smirk boosting her confidence.

“They say he’s morally grey, what can I say? Grey’s my favourite colour,”

As she made her way back to the front of Azriel’s view, still gripping his hand as he held it upright for her to use, she slowly lowered herself down to a squat in front of him as she sang the line. From this angle, she was now much closer to his face than before, and she noticed the subtle sheen of lust glazing over his eyes. It almost made her lose balance - almost. She brought his hand gently to her lips, placing a chaste kiss onto his marred knuckles, and he took in a sharp breath. Most people flinch when they see his hands, or grimace, or turn away. Not Y/N. No, she thinks Azriel’s scars are part of his story. The backstory to a warrior, a survivor. Scars are not the memory of what happened, but a testament to who you have become.

“Morally grey, what can I say? Grey’s my favourite…”

She rose to her feet, prepared to give Azriel some space to begin his verse, remembering the nerves that clung to him barely a minute ago. As she began to turn, taking the first step away from him, something cold slithered around her ankle, and one around her waist. The shadows pulled her straight back to where she was as the music lowered, and held her in place, as if they knew that hearing his voice would send her to the floor. And Mother above, they knew her well.

“What can I say? No I don’t pray, but for your body, I’ll worship,”

She could have sworn her knees buckled, but she couldn’t tell from the shadows holding her still. Azriel’s voice was like silk, so soft and pure, yet it lit her insides on fire in a way that she’d never felt, burning her up like a beautiful, dying star. If his voice was to be the thing to send her to her death, then so be it. She would die very, very happy. He reached out once again, and this time she did not stop him as he ran his hand up her thigh all the way to her waist from his position on the floor. Even kneeling, his Illyrian frame was intimidatingly large, her body standing not too much taller than his. His eyes watched his hand intently as it traced the curve of her side, as if they didn’t have an audience, one that was most definitely gaping at Azriel’s sudden brazenness.

“Girl don’t be afraid, my love’s a grenade, just be a good girl, you can take it,”

Like an angel rising from the ashes of war, Azriel stood slowly, wings flaring as he rose to his full height. His gaze was already intense when she was the one looking down at him, but now that he was the one towering over her, the darkness in his eyes shot electricity straight through her body and into her core, her head reeling with thoughts so sinful that nothing could save her. His hand on her waist squeezed on the words good girl, and she was forced to bite her lip hard to stop herself from reacting in a way that would later be incredibly embarrassing. His eyes tracked the movement, lingering on her bottom lip as she released it from her teeth with a pop.

“Call me insane but for you, I was made, I’d burn the world down if it’d make you feel safe,”

The fire in Azriel’s eyes blazed as he took one step toward her, and another, and another, closer and closer. The upper hand that Y/N had held up until now had slipped, yielding step after step backward, her control completely faltering. She had always known that doing this with Azriel would likely create some… tension between the two of them, and he must have known, but Cauldron, this was unlike anything she had ever expected. Azriel was so close that she felt his body heat, felt her face warming, likely for everyone to see under the harsh glare of the spotlights.

“It’s you that I crave, and nothing compares to your taste,”

Y/N couldn’t help but feel like Azriel meant every single word he was singing. No, he didn’t write the lyrics himself of course, but the way his eyes burned with such feeling, and… what looked to be desperation, told her there was much more to this than meets the eye. And Gods… the way his voice cracked ever so slightly with a primal need as those final words left his mouth had her praying to whatever higher powers she could to forgive her for the damning shivers he was sending straight to the very heart of that taste he craved so badly.

As the chorus rolled around once more, their voices finally blended as one, and nothing had ever sounded so right. Azriel’s shadows danced freely around the two of them, creating a tornado of darkness, of intimacy, where they were right in the eye of the storm. The song continued, and the pull between the two of them was magnetic, almost hypnotic as they completely forgot about the audience they had; their family who were most definitely gaping like fish out of water. Y/N could feel Azriel’s warm breath on her face as he sang, his angelic voice whispering less-than-angelic promises that only she could hear in the way it trembled.

Y/N honestly didn’t think that Azriel could get any closer - what she failed to consider was that the shadowsinger was in so deep that he wasn’t planning on stopping until there was absolutely no space left between them. As the song once again softened, Azriel took his chance and leaned impossibly closer, abandoning his vocals in favour of a different use of that mouth. Y/N inhaled sharply as Azriel’s lips brushed against hers, gently, experimentally. Some instinctive part of her that knew this was right pushed her forward to press her lips a little harsher against his, earning a shiver from the shadowsinger. She heard a soft rustle coming from behind him as his wings twitched from the anticipation.

As he pulled away, Azriel heard a shaky exhale escape her lips, caused only by the feeling of him, the heat of two bodies pressed close together, the rush of meeting the lips of the person who, deep down, you know is made for you. Your partner. Your mate. That shiver he elicited from Y/N was the final straw - the last thing he needed to cement his plans for the night. His face still inches from hers, he whispered with a voice so low he wasn’t sure it had even come from him, “You’re mine tonight.”

One moment, the IC were watching dumbfounded at the scene playing out in front of them, some wondering if they really should be averting their eyes (apart from Cassian, who sat with a shit-eating grin on his face). The next moment, the stage was empty, a whisper of shadows the only thing left standing in their wake. Azriel had disappeared in a flash, winnowed to who knows where, taking Y/N with him.

“Goddamn, Az,” Rhys chuckled into his drink after a beat of shocked silence. “Nicely done.”

“No! But they didn’t even finish their song!” Cassian pouted, gesturing wildly at the empty stage as the music still played from the speakers.

“Somehow I don’t think that’s their priority right now, Cass,” Mor giggled, practically vibrating from excitement and pride, exploding with glee at what had taken place since her little pep talk earlier.

Rhys set his glass down on the table in favour of throwing an arm over the top of Feyre’s chair. “It’s about time those two did something about the obvious, right?”

As Feyre’s eyes sparkled with delight for her twin, she giggled at his words, overjoyed at the knowledge that Y/N may at last feel the happiness of having a mate. A partner for all eternity. “Yeah… finally.”

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