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koutarostiddies · 2 years

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What If...? Part 6

Pt. 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5

Nishinoya and you are best friends and never once questioned anything about your friendship, until a series of questions ended up turning your friendship on it’s head. This will be a multi part fic since it got a bit long. In case anyone is wondering when it’s not reader addressing him, I think it’s less confusing reading ‘Noya’ instead of 'Yuu’ when the sentence has 'you’ in it as well. So for consistency I will do the same for the other characters.

Cw: pregnancy, child birth, baby, kids, parenthood

"What if we have kids?" he asked out of nowhere as you played with Tanaka’s daughter.

“Yuu, um can we do this later?” You avoided his gaze as you helped the toddler place a big puzzle piece down on the board.

This wasn’t the response he expected from you. You had always agreed, always said yes, so why were you avoiding him now? He began to regret never bringing this topic up when you were dating. He didn’t have any firm stance on children, not caring either way, but he knew it was a big decision and something that should’ve been brought up much earlier into the relationship. Not when you were watching someone else’s child.

But it was something he never really thought about until you started to babysit. Never thought about how you’d look as a mother or how he’d be as a father. He knew it would be different than just being the fun uncle to his best friend’s daughter, or even his sister’s kids. He knew it would change both your lives in a big way.

A knock on the door was just the distraction he needed. He jumped up before you had a chance to get up and ran to the door. You watched him knowing very well that the response you gave him must’ve really hurt him. You never really thought about it, never seriously. Since babysitting you’ve warmed up to the idea, but never brought it up to him. You knew he loved to travel and you had already talked about travelling a bit before really settling down. How would a baby even factor into that?

“How’s daddy’s little Princess?” Tanaka scooped up his daughter, pressing kisses to her chubby cheeks as she wiggled in his arms.

“Papa, I made puzzles with auntie. Look!” She wiggled out of his grasp and ran to the puzzle you had helped put together.

“Oh, it’s really beautiful. Do you want to show mama, later?”

“Yeah!” The toddler jumped up and down excitedly as Tanaka helped you put her toys and belongings in her bag.

“Thanks again for watching her. We really appreciate it.”

“It’s no big deal. You guys need some time to yourselves anyways.”

“Hopefully we get to return the favor soon,” Tanaka laughed as he placed his daughter’s back on his shoulder.

“Goodnight you two.” Tanaka waved at you as he walked out of your home.

The heavy silence that had settled over the two of you was suffocating. You knew you couldn’t avoid him; it would only make things worse. You could feel his gaze on the back of your head as you shook out the blanket and started to fold it.

“Y/N, I’m gonna take a shower and then head to bed.”

“Yuu, you didn’t even eat.” You turned around to look at your husband who refused to make eye contact.

“I’m not hungry. I think I ate too many snacks earlier. I guess that comes with babysitting a toddler.” He gave a half hearted chuckle and made his way to the bathroom.

You plopped yourself down on the couch and tried your best not to cry. Did you fuck up? This was definitely something that would worsen without the proper communication and right now all that was going on in your head was how to talk to him without him avoiding you. Your lip started to quiver as the tears started to build up. It wasn’t a fight but somehow it felt worse. A silent Noya was the worst thing you could’ve ever imagined.

Noya stood in front of the bathtub thinking to himself. He reminded himself that you only said you’d talk to him about it later. You never said no, you weren’t even upset that he asked, just surprised. At least he assumed so since he never got to see your expression. He knew that by avoiding you when you were trying to initiate a conversation was the worst thing he could’ve done. He was acting like a coward–it was a serious subject and he ran off as soon as you opened your mouth. He promised himself as soon as he finished with his shower that he’d talk to you. He turned the knob and stuck out his hand to test the temperature. He smiled as he thought about how hot you loved your showers. It was always a painful experience sharing a shower with you, but he still loved it.

You stood outside the bathroom and listened as the water started to fall. You held your hand up to the door and just listened. “I’m such an idiot. I totally forgot my clothes.” You heard him chastise himself. A smirk played on your lips and you made your way into the bedroom to grab him a change of clothes. He always forgot to bring a fresh pair when he took a shower. Not like you complained when he’d come out with nothing but a towel on, only leading to another shower some time later.

You reached for the doorknob and hesitated for a moment. He was avoiding you because he was scared–maybe even nervous–would sneaking into the bathroom be a wise decision? Fuck it. You quietly turned the door knob and snuck into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. You placed his clothes on the counter and waited a while before making yourself known.

“Yuu, I brought you some clean clothes.”

“Holy shit! You can’t just sneak up on people like that!” You laughed as you watched him stumble a bit before reaching out for his hand. “Be careful there, sweetheart. Don’t want my husband dying in the shower before we even try for a baby.”

“What?” He regained his balance and just stared at you as the water dripped down his body.

You smiled at him and stuck out your pinky, “Promise me it won’t ruin anything. That it won’t change things.”

“Can’t promise you it won’t change things because it will. It will definitely change things, but they will be good changes. We’ll be parents to an awesome child, or five.”

“Woah, now. I’m the one popping them out, there is no way I can manage five.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“Yuu!”

“I’m joking. C’mon, hop in. I’ll even let you set the temperature to boiling.” He smiled widely as you started to remove your clothes.

“Babe, I promise I’ll love you no matter how many kids we have. I will love you no matter what happens during and after your pregnancy. But I also don’t want you to feel as if you have to say yes to me. I want you to think about this first.” Noya pulled you into the tub and into his arms. “Promise me we’ll have a serious talk about this later, babe.” Noya held out his pinky and you simply hooked yours around his and smiled. “Promise.”

The next few months were full of discussions and planning out for your future. You had finally had the talk and you had both agreed on at least one. Your apartment was definitely big enough for another person so you started to plan out a nursery. You weren’t even pregnant or actively trying, yet little bits and pieces of baby things started to migrate into your home.

“Wanna try tonight?” Noya pressed a kiss to your temple as you flipped through a baby magazine.

“Mm, you’re so romantic, Yuu,” you laughed as you closed the magazine.

“Stop teasing me.” Noya crossed his arms out jutted out his lower lip. “So mean to me. How will our baby deal with such a mean okaa-san?”

“I’m sure their otou-san will make up for it.” You stood up and took his hand. “Now let’s go and make a little Nishinoya.”

Noya looked at the screen and told himself he wasn’t going to cry, that it was just a moving picture and nothing to cry over, but as soon as the technician turned on the sound and he heard the baby’s heartbeat he broke down. You had been trying for a year and started to discuss other options. You both knew that a year wasn’t really that long and it could’ve always been timing, but you didn’t want to turn your back on any other possibilities just in case. Neither of you told your friends that you were planning for a child. You wanted to make it a surprise, because that is how the Nishinoyas worked. You needed to make it a big thing after all.

“Babe, that’s us,” he pointed at the screen. We did that. We made a baby.” Noya wrapped his arms around you and cried. “Thank you so much, y/n.”

“I love you, Yuu.”

“You’re what?!” Noya’s sister stopped in her tracks as soon as he spilled the beans. “You’re lying, Yuu.”

“I’m not. Wanna see?” He looked over to you and you pulled out the sonogram picture. His sister looked at it for a moment and started to cry.

“I can’t believe my baby brother is going to be a dad. Shit,” she sniffled. She went to return the picture to you when you stopped her. “It’s your copy. We made a few to give to family.”

“I…congratulations, y/n.”

“Hey, what about me?” Noya pouted.

“Congratulations, Yuu. You’re going to be wonderful parents.”

“Pregnant? You?”

“Well, not me. Her.” Noya pointed at you as if a clarification was actually needed.

“I didn’t even know you were trying.” Tanaka rubbed his head nervously. “I was beginning to think it would never happen. You guys never even mentioned kids in front of anyone. Figured it was a sore spot or somethin’.”

“We just didn’t want to bring it up until we were actually certain I was pregnant.” Tanaka only nodded and looked back at Kiyoko who was already pregnant with their second child. “You’re gonna make great parents, I just know you will.”

Noya looked at the bundle in your arms. He thought that he couldn't love anyone more than you, but as soon as his newborn daughter made eye contact with him and grabbed his finger with her chubby little hand he was in love. "She looks like you," you whispered so as not to wake the newborn.

"You think so? I think she looks more like you." Noya poked her tiny nose and smiled as she stirred, earning a disapproving glare from you. It took you too long to get her to sleep after everyone had stopped by to visit. If he woke her up now you were going to kick his ass.

"You know, there is something I'd never thought of really saying to you. But now that we're married and have a baby, I just want you to know, I'll guard your backs with my life if I had to."

Your daughter sat next to Tanaka’s youngest as they colored and giggled when Noya came up from behind you. “Here,” he placed a mug of hot tea in front of you and sat down. “They’re having fun.”

“Yeah. Makes me miss when we were kids.” You nudged him with your shoulder.

“I wanted to ask you something,” Noya looked up at you and blushed as soon as you smiled at him.

“What if we had another baby?”

tags: @ladysierra117, @daniagabriela48

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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They Always Do.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: insecurity

Requested: Nope

Summary: "you're not worried? he seems to be spending a lot of time with her..." "no" "why not?" "because i braced myself for this months ago. they leave, they always do. it's nothing new"

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! The first part of this fic is fluff, angst in the middle, fluff again at the end. Nothing too extreme, just a little one-shot. Enjoy!

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"Sebastian, Y/N, so glad you made it!" Susan Downey smiled warmly at the couple. "Of course, we couldn't miss the 56th birthday of the one and only Iron Man," Sebastian chuckled, walking into the house with his girlfriend. He put his arm around Y/N, observing the place. "Guys! Hello!" they heard.

"Mr Downey," Y/N greeted politely, turning to smile at the birthday boy. "You must be the girlfriend," he grinned, pulling her into a bear hug. "Yep, that's me." Then he turned to Sebastian, frowning. "Why didn't you introduce her to everyone sooner?" Y/N laughed as Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging.

"Don't ask me, she was the one too chicken to meet you!" Sebastian defended himself, narrowing his eyes at his girlfriend. She snorted as Robert let go of her, returning to Sebastian's side. "I guess that's on me," she sighed dramatically, making both men laugh. "Well, enjoy yourselves! Have a drink, have fun!"

With that, he walked away. Sebastian noticed a server holding up a tray of drinks and called him over. He handed a glass to Y/N and took one for himself, taking a sip. "Thanks for bringing me over, honey," Y/N smiled and he turned to her, scoffing. "You're my girlfriend! God knows they were dying to meet you," he laughed, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

With that they went around the place, talking to new people, old friends and making new acquaintances. Y/N had a lot of fun meeting Sebastian's co-stars, and especially loved Elizabeth Olsen. Y/N was a huge Marvel fan and one of her favorite works of the MCU was WandaVision. Y/N had fangirled a bit, not gonna lie.

Like that passed an hour. After her feet started hurting, Sebastian decided it was time for the woman to sit down, have a drink and chill out. "Okay doll, here's a glass of champagne, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me, okay? I'm going there, with Chris and Anthony. I love you." She smiled when he gave her a quick kiss.

"I love you too, and don't worry, I'll find you easy. This place isn't that big."

"I heard that!"

Laughing at her antics, Sebastian gave his girlfriend one more loving kiss before prancing out of the room in search of his best friends, Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie. Y/N relaxed on the comfortable couch with a sigh, sipping on her drink. It all began a year ago, very cheesily, might I add.

Y/N was at her favourite coffee shop when he had walked in. Immediately, fans had him surrounded, but she didn't go over to him. She stayed seated, looking at him, wishing she could go over but she knew how stressful fan interactions were for celebrities. Sebastian had, unfortunately, caught her eye and she had turned beet red, burying her face in her laptop.

He had found her absolutely winsome and after the crowd around him had dissipated, he had wandered over to her table and introduced himself. She was flustered around him, which made him tingly inside. And he had blurted out, "Wanna meet here next Saturday at 7?" They kept their promise and that's how they started dating.

A year ago.

That was a healthy amount of time.

Right?

Y/N couldn't help but have her doubts. All her previous relationships were pathetic failures, where the guy usually got bored of her within 3 months. But now, she had braced herself for rejection (which she knew deep down wasn't coming but it pays to be careful). "Hey."

Startled, she turned to see a kinda young, kinda drunk woman sitting next to her, looking up at her with doe eyes. "Hi," Y/N smiled back politely. "You're— you're the woman!" She had started slurring her words, which made Y/N frown a bit. "I'm… what?" she blinked. "The girl! Who came over with Sebastian Stan, you're his girlfriend!" The woman laughed loudly.

A few heads turned towards them but quickly looked away when they realized that the girl was drunk. "Yep, that's me. Why?" Y/N was now amused. As they talked, she didn't notice Sebastian walking into the room. He had come back to ask Y/N something but had paused in his tracks when he saw her frowning at the young, drunk woman.

Then he inched closer, unabashedly eavesdropping on her conversation. "Yep, saw him spending a lot of time with Ms Lizzie Olsen. If he was mine, girl, I would take that man home and show him who truly belongs to him, if you know what I mean," the girl winked and a sad smile bloomed on Y/N's face. "They're good friends, of course they're gonna spend time together."

Sebastian smiled at her answer. He knew she was different, she didn't get easily jealous and he liked that, since it reduced the number of arguments they had by a lot. His jealousy? Well, that's a story for another time… "You don't mind? He seems to be spending a lot of time with her…" the drunk woman frowned at Y/N.

Well, she was drunk, she wouldn't remember this night anyway, so maybe… it would be good to get some things off her chest.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I braced myself for this months ago. They leave, they always do. It's nothing new," Y/N admitted, swirling the champagne that was swimming in her half-full glass. Sebastian's heart shattered into a million pieces at her words. Before the words were even completely out of her mouth, tears had started stinging in his eyes.

"Y/N?" Startled yet again, Y/N turned to see Sebastian smiling at her. "Seb! Hi, thought you were with your friends!" she grinned at him. "I— uh— something came up, we need to go," he spoke quietly, fidgeting with his hands. Y/N's brows furrowed but she got up, collecting her coat and her purse.

"Can we at least say Happy Birthday to Robert?"

"Yeah, yeah of course." Sebastian managed a weak smile when she gave him a kiss on the cheek, going off to find Robert and Susan. She told them something urgent came up and they allowed the couple to leave. "Seb, let's go!" He followed her out of the house, meekly trailing behind her, the words she said ringing in his ears.

They leave, they always do. It's nothing new.

How had this woman, practically a Goddess, had such bad experiences that she was forced to think that way? He was never going to leave her, having found the perfect woman at last. He got into the driver's seat of his car, and the car ride home was quiet. Y/N was getting anxious. What happened to him? Did something happen at the party?

Once they were home, Sebastian couldn't help himself. "S—" Y/N yelped when he crushed her to his body, hugging her tightly. He took both of them to their shared bedroom, sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her on his lap and buried his face in her chest, breaking down. "Seb, honey, what's wrong?" Y/N cooed, getting insanely paranoid.

The crying didn't stop for 15 minutes. Y/N, in a futile attempt to get him to stop, was running a hand through his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, holding him close. When he took in a shuddering breath, he pulled away and finally looked Y/N in her eyes. "Now are you going to tell me what happened?" she smiled gently.

He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her wrist. "I'm sorry," he croaked out and Y/N frowned. "Sorry for what?" He shook his head, burying his face back in his safe haven. Except, Y/N wasn't having any of that. She pulled him away and dropped a soft kiss to his forehead. "Tell me what happened."

He took in another shaky breath.

"I… I heard you."

"Heard me?" Y/N blinked. "Yes. You were… you were talking to that girl on the couch and she was— she was talking about how I seem to be spending a lot of time with Lizzie and you— you said you didn't mind but she kept on insisting and you said they leave. they always do. I'm not going to leave you, Y/N, I promise. You're one of the best things that has ever happened to me and I'm not letting you go."

Oh.

"Seb," Y/N whispered, her own eyes now filled to the brim with tears. "Don't cry," he chuckled with a watery voice, wiping her tears off. "It's just— all my relationships before you… the guys were assholes. They always left 2-3 months in. I— I wasn't taking any chances with you, you know… plus, you're kind of a famous guy and you can get so many better women—"

He didn't want to hear it. Better than Y/N? Impossible. He pressed his lips to her, immediately deepening the kiss when she reciprocated. "I promise you, I cannot do any better than you." Y/N smiled shyly at his words and his heart filled with happiness. "Let's go to sleep."

Both of them tired from the crying, they got undressed without trying any funny business. Y/N put on her usual pair of shorts and one of Sebastian's huge t-shirts, getting into the bed where a boxer-clad Sebastian already lay. He pulled her into his arms and she rested her head on his chest, draping an arm around his taut abdomen.

"Comfy?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Yeah. Goodnight, doll, I love you."

"I love you too, Seb. Goodnight."

"...Never gonna leave you."

"Not a chance."

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ppangjae · 4 years

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PLANET GIRL | part 1

SUMMARY. When Jaehyun turned twenty-one, he started to hear his soulmate’s voice singing an unfamiliar song in his head. He should be happy, right? Wrong. There are two things wrong with this:

He’s taken. He’s off the market. He’s in a 3-year relationship and,

The voice singing in his head is not his girlfriend’s voice.

Now what?

WORD COUNT. 6k+ words

author’s note. after much consideration, i decided to post this fic in three parts so that it’s not as hectic! you know me, i love adding ✨drama ✨ now, before you come at me for posting this and not a made to fall in love update, this first part of this fic has been done since mid-september. i’d rather release it than let it collect dust in my drafts. so yes, here she is. happy reading!

taglist: @billiondollarworth @cafemochi @stae-yong @chanyeolscoon @ggaayyyong @soothingjae @taestannie @plump-peach @oshmendes @lanadreamie @justineasian @jjpmoans @beryllium-io @jaeismytamtation @noonapabo127 @hanniesbubble

PART ONE. cupid | PART TWO. jupiter | 2.5 intermission | PART THREE. PLANET GIRL

“Mark, get your ass over here before I do it myself!”

“Holy shit, what’s the rush?”

“Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day.”

“And what about it?”

It’s that time of the year again; Valentine’s Day. It’s the day where people fall in love or get their hearts broken. But to you, it’s the day where you’re designated to a new target. To put it simply, you’re Cupid. You are part of a family of Cupid’s. However, you hate being called Cupid, you moreso see yourself as a matchmaker.

Every Valentine’s Day, you’re designated to a new target. As a matchmaker, it is your responsibility to make your target fall in love within one year. If you fail to complete your mission, you will be stripped of your abilities of matchmaking.

Last year, your target was Johnny. Johnny was an easy target to work with, for he fell in love with the local cafe barista within three months. The two of them are happily dating now and it’s almost as if they’re still in their honeymoon phase.

Two years ago, your target was your roommate Mark. It took a while for him to fall in love. He was quite difficult to work with because he was so focused on his studies that he barely batted an eyelash at a human of the opposite sex. But you still managed to do it and all it took was to introduce him to Mina, the studious chemistry student who’s been crushing on him since freshman year.

But this year, you’re not quite sure who to expect.

“Are you getting your new assignment tomorrow?” Mark finally enters your room after what seems like forever, falling against your bed. He lands and lets out a soft ‘oof!’. You turn away from your desktop to face him.

“Of course,” you reply with a quirk of an eyebrow. “What kind of question is that? Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, the day of love and the day of heartbreak.”

“Are you excited?”

“Not the slightest bit.” You let out a tiring sigh.

“Why not?” He frowns.

“Because I have to stress over someone else’s love life for another damn year.” You shrug your shoulders as you explain. “I already have other things to stress out over.”

“You’re always granted a year per love assignment. A year is enough to make someone fall in love, right?”

You laugh. “A year per love assignment? I wish a year was enough. A year goes by with a blink of an eye. Before you know it, it’s Valentine’s Day again.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself. Why don’t you just skip out on the matchmaking just for this year?” He suggests and you shake your head.

“I can’t.” You purse your lips into a tight line.

He lets out a snort. “I’m sure it’s possible—”

“It’s impossible.”

There are many great things about being a Cupid; you help people fall in love with each other and the outcome is always beautiful. But there are also many downfalls about being a Cupid, one of them being cursed to never fall in love. You’ve always craved the feeling of being loved by someone. As much as you hate to admit it, you’re needy for love. But the closest you’ll ever feel to being in love is witnessing the love being shared by two people, specifically between your love assignment and their soulmate.

You wonder how it feels to have someone care for you. You wonder how it feels to be sought after. You wonder how it feels to hug someone and hold their hand. But you guess you’ll never know because you’ll never experience it.

“God, I want to throw up.”

Johnny lets out a snort as the both of you pass by the seasonal section of the department store. There’s a plethora of Valentine’s Day chocolates on the shelves, along with teddy bears and heart plushies. Seeing the bright, flashing red on the days leading up to Valentine’s Day is surely a sore to the eye.

“I know, it makes me want to poke my eyes out.” Johnny sighs.

“And what are we here for again?” You ask Johnny as you follow him to the baked goods section of the department store. Your question seems to be answered when you find yourselves standing in front of a shelf filled with ready-made birthday cakes. You quirk an eyebrow. “Who’s birthday is it? It’s definitely not Mark’s birthday, don’t even try to trick me.”

“It’s Jaehyun’s birthday tomorrow, I figured it would be sweet of me to get him a birthday cake.” He shrugs his shoulders as he points between two cakes on the shelves. “This one or this one?”

You point at the plain birthday cake on the left. “This one. You know what would be really funny? If you printed his face on the cake.”

Johnny looks at you and squints his eyes. “You're a genius.”

You have no idea who Jaehyun is. You don’t even know what he looks like. You’ve only heard of him through Johnny. The both of them host the university’s famous evening radio show, Night Night with JohnJae. You’re a listener of their show, mainly because you are supportive of your best friend Johnny. You’re sure Jaehyun is a great guy, especially since Johnny and Jaehyun share good chemistry with each other. You’ll probably get along with him well if you met him. But that encounter has yet to happen.

As Johnny hands the cake over to the bakery chef to print Jaehyun’s face on it, he turns towards you. “And now we wait.”

“What time do you have to be at the studio?” You question.

He looks down at his watch. “I’ll make it on time. By the way, Mark has been making great song requests by this SoundCloud artist. From what he tells me, the artist is a student from our university.”

You quirk an eyebrow, gulping nervously. “Who’s this SoundCloud artist?”

“Planet Girl.” Johnny pulls out his phone and opens up the music app before handing it over for you to see. You stare at the artist’s profile. “Do you know her?”

You shake your head in reply. “Unfortunately, I don’t.”

“Damn,” Johnny lets out a sigh. “I was hoping you did. Jaehyun and I want her to be a guest on the show, it could probably help her get more attention in the industry.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” you purse your lips into a tight line. “I only know so many people in my program. I have a very small, closely knitted group of friends. They are the only people I’ve known since I stepped on campus in freshman year.”

“I was hoping you’ve heard of her, at least.” He chuckles. “But damn, her music is so good. I can’t wait until her mixtape drops. I’m sure it’ll be such a banger.”

“I should probably check her out.”

“You should!” Johnny exclaims. “I wonder who she is.”

You fiddle with your fingers. You stare at Johnny who’s scrolling through the SoundCloud artist’s profile, adding a couple of the artist’s songs to his playlists. You blink and with a slight tilt of your head, you clear your throat. “Yeah, me too—”

“I have an order for Johnny!”

11:51 pm.

“Right before we sign off for the night, do you have anything to say to our listeners?”

Johnny has a shit-eating grin spread across his lips. He comes back into the studio with a birthday cake. It’s not just your typical birthday cake. It’s a birthday cake with Jaehyun’s face on it and it’s blown out in an odd proportion. The candles aren’t birthday candles either, in fact, they’re heart-shaped candles, perfect for Valentine’s Day. Jaehyun lets out a sigh. What is he going to do with Johnny?

“I just wanted to greet our handsome radio host slash Valentine boy, Jaehyun, a happy birthday! We have—” Johnny glances down at his wristwatch before continuing. “—nine more minutes before it’s officially Jaehyun’s birthday and Valentine’s Day. And what’s better than celebrating it with a birthday cake?”

“Is that my face?”

“Who else would it be, doofus?” Johnny scoffs, pulling out a lighter to light the candles. Jaehyun lets out a snort as Johnny starts to sing him a happy birthday. After the happy birthday song, Johnny frowns and sends him a death glare. “Why aren’t you getting emotional? I did all of this to get that reaction?”

Jaehyun gives him a look. “And so as we sign off for the night, I just wanted to thank Johnny for his efforts in kicking off my birthday on a high note. I also want to greet everyone with a Happy Valentine’s Day. Whether you are happily dating someone or admiring someone from afar, just know that you are all in our hearts.”

“Stop being greasy.” Johnny winces. “Anyways, we’re going to sign off for the night with a song request from Mark Lee! Goodnight and see you tomorrow, here is Loose by Daniel Caesar.”

They turn their microphones off and Johnny pushes the birthday cake towards him. “Quick! Make a wish before the candles go out.”

Jaehyun clasps his hands together and makes a wish. With a satisfied grin, his eyes flutter open and he blows out the candles. Johnny’s taking a video of him blowing out the candles before dipping his finger into the icing. Jaehyun gives him a warning look but it’s too late because Johnny smears the icing on his cheek.

“You little shit—”

“It’s midnight! Happy birthday, Jaehyun!”

12:01 am.

It all happens quickly. Johnny’s dipping his fingers into the icing to smear more of it on Jaehyun’s cheeks. Jaehyun hears a slight ringing in his ears and his eyebrows knit together. Johnny doesn’t seem to notice how uncomfortable Jaehyun feels until he’s about to smear his cheeks with icing.

“Jaehyun, are you alright?” Johnny asks him with a concerned look.

The ringing in his ears halts to a stop. He remembers this. He remembers his father telling him that he experienced a distinct ringing in his ears before he started to hear his mother’s voice humming in his head. Jaehyun blinks. The ringing in his ears causes him to see different specks of colours, red, blue, and even green. He feels like his head is spinning. He feels like he’s going to pass out. But it only happens for a brief moment.

Suddenly, he hears a soft voice humming a melody in his head. In an instant, the soft humming in his head stops him from seeing colours and he no longer feels faint. He’s too absorbed in his thoughts to snap back to reality. Johnny is waving his hand in his face to pull him out of his trance. Jaehyun sucks in a deep breath, almost like he’s gasping for air. The soft humming in his head slowly turns into a voice that’s singing an unfamiliar song. He’s never heard this song before.

Johnny sighs with relief when Jaehyun snaps out of his deep trance. Jaehyun looks at Johnny with slightly widened eyes.

“Johnny, I think we have a problem.”

Johnny snorts. “What are you talking about? You’re probably just tired. We should head back to the dorms before you knock out cold in the studio again.”

Jaehyun runs his fingers through his hair. “R-Right. We should probably go.”

Johnny rests his hand on his shoulder. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s—everything’s alright.” Jaehyun stutters.

No, nothing’s alright. Nothing’s okay.

His phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out to see a new text notification from his girlfriend.

ara (12:03 am): happy birthday my love! and happy valentine’s day! i love you 3000.

Jaehyun just turned twenty-one. Not only that, but he just started to hear his soulmate’s voice in his head. He should be happy, right? Wrong. There are two things wrong with this:

He’s taken. He’s off the market. He’s in a 3-year relationship and,

The voice singing in his head is not his girlfriend’s voice.

Well, shit. Now what?

It’s the day you dread with your entire existence; Valentine’s Day. The campus couples flock to the local cafes and parks, the dormitories and even the campus football field. It truly makes you want to throw up. If you could take a shot of vodka for every time you’ve witnessed a couple kissing or giving each other their Valentine’s Day chocolates, you’d be shitfaced drunk by now.

The only person keeping you sane is Mark. But even with Mark’s presence, he’s too absorbed by the presence of his own girlfriend, Mina. You guess this will do. It’s not like you really have a choice.

Today, you’re going to get your new love assignment. You’re not sure who to expect. Every year, it’s become less surprising and more disappointing. You guess it has to do with your aching desire for love, but you’re not going to dive deep into that.

You’ll know who your love assignment is when you meet their eyes. When you meet your love assignment’s eyes, you won’t see yourself reflected through their eyes, but their soulmate, their partner you’re supposed to link them to. The moment you witness it, your year to make them fall in love begins.

Be careful though, time is ticking.

“Can you guys stop talking to each other in baby voices?” You snap at the couple sitting next to you on the picnic blanket.

The couple had decided to bring you along on their picnic date, just because they figured that you needed to ‘spice’ your life up a bit. You feel like a huge burden to them because whenever you’re with them, all you do is complain about all the things they do as a couple. Could you really blame yourself at this point?

“Y/N, if only you had a boyfriend, you would know how it feels.” Mina sticks her tongue out at you and you feel your eye twitch.

Mark lets out a nervous laugh. “Y/N is an independent woman who doesn’t need a man—”

“Yeah, your boyfriend’s right.” You cut him off, looking at Mina dead straight in the eyes. “Got a problem with that?”

“Stop giving me attitude—”

“And stop acting like I didn’t help you and Mark get together.” You snap.

She smiles and laughs sheepishly. As she gets up onto her two feet, she dusts off her straight-cut jeans before pointing towards the local cafe. “Do you guys want anything? My treat.”

“I’ll have the usual,” Mark replies. “Take my card—”

“Babe, no—”

“I’m not letting you pay for our drinks again—”

You let out a scowl, placing some cash into Mina’s hand. “Here. I’ll pay. I’m this close to ripping my hair off my scalp and it’s because of you two.”

“Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?” Mina frowns. “You’ve been petty all day.”

“Get me a double shot on ice,” you mutter. “No sugar or cream. Got it?”

“You’re just like how you like your coffee,” Mina folds her arms. “Bitter.”

As Mina is walking away from you and Mark, you fall back against the picnic blanket. The clouds come by in funny shapes today. You spot a tiny, heart-shaped cloud floating past in the blue skies. You snort, love seems to be everywhere today, even in the skies. Your eyes flutter shut. You’re so close to dozing off into a quick nap until you hear a loud yell from a couple of metres away. It’s too late for you to open your eyes and see who’s yelling because the moment you do, there’s a soccer ball flying in the air. The size of the soccer ball grows when you start to realize that it’s literally going to land right on your face—

“Nice save, dude.” Mark says as he looks at you with amusement. Just in time and with your fast instincts, you managed to cover your face with the palms of your hands to catch the ball.

Mark’s pulling you up into a seated position. As you sit up, you see someone approaching you from the corner of your eye.

“I’m so sorry about that!” A soft voice exclaims and you turn to your right. You look up at a woman around your age. She has long black hair and a soft face. She looks warmhearted. Her vibe radiates happiness and happy-go-lucky, welcoming and sociable. Everything you’re not. She’s sporting a soccer jersey and a pair of athletic joggers. “Are you alright? I hope you didn’t get hurt or anything.”

You wave it off. “I’m A-okay. There’s nothing to worry about. Here’s your soccer ball.”

She slightly bends down to retrieve her ball. Her long black hair blocks your eyesight for a brief moment until the wind blows it away. Your eyes meet hers and a soft gasp threatens to escape your lips.

You’ll know who your love assignment is when you meet their eyes. Her eyes are a nice warm brown, shining underneath the sunlight. You swear you could see stars in her eyes. No, scratch that, you can see galaxies and stars in her eyes.

When you meet your love assignment’s eyes, you won’t see yourself reflected through their eyes, but their soulmate. And indeed, you look at her with slight surprise and shock when you don’t see your own reflection through her eyes. Instead, you see what seems to be a soccer player. The more you look into her eyes, the more information you obtain about her soulmate. He slowly turns around and it reveals his name on the back of his soccer jersey—

“Yuta?” You whisper.

The woman’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. She takes her ball and straightens up her posture. “Thanks again. What’s your name? I feel like I’ve seen you before.”

You snap out of it. “Y/N! My name’s Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

She smiles and her eyes form into beautiful crescents. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Ara. I should probably get going before I run late for lecture. See you around?”

You nod your head vigorously. “Yeah, I’ll see you around. Nice to meet you too, take care.”

You find yourself staring at her as she walks away. Mark looks at you as you seem to fall into a deep trance. He follows your gaze that falls on Ara. “Hey, is everything alright?”

You tear your gaze away from her to look at Mark. “What’s her name again?”

Mark looks at you with a funny smile. “You forgot her name already? Her name’s Ara.”

“Mark,” you gulp nervously. “She’s my love assignment for this year.”

Mark’s face pales. His funny smile vanishes from his face. He looks like he’s seen a ghost. You can’t seem to comprehend the expression on his face but you know that something’s not good. There’s an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach as Mark’s mouth hangs open.

“You’re joking, right?” Mark frowns. “How could Ara be your love assignment? That’s—That’s impossible, I—”

You shake your head. “I’m not joking. I didn’t see myself reflected through her eyes, I saw Yuta—”

“You saw Jaehyun.” Mark cuts you off. “Right? Jaehyun. You saw Jaehyun, right?”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Why would I see Jaehyun? I didn’t see Jaehyun. I saw Yuta, the university’s soccer team player. He was wearing a jersey and he turned around. I saw his name printed on his jersey. Nakamoto Yuta—”

“Please tell me you’re kidding.” Mark winces.

“I’m not kidding!” You exclaim in a panicked voice. “Why would I be kidding?”

Mark palms his forehead and lets out a laugh of disbelief. He shakes his head. You stare at him questioningly. What’s happening? What’s going on?

“Mark, you’re confusing me.” You say with worry etched on your face. “I am telling you the truth. I saw Nakamoto Yuta reflected in her eyes—”

“Ara is Jaehyun’s girlfriend. They’ve been dating for three years. Now you’re telling me that Ara’s your love assignment and you don’t see Jaehyun reflected in her eyes… but Yuta?”

“Holy shit.”

“I’m back with our drinks! Wait, what’s wrong? Why are you guys looking at each other like that?”

The image of Yuta’s reflection in Ara’s eyes never seems to leave your mind. In fact, it has been the only thing haunting you ever since. The revelation leaves you in nothing but a spiralling mess. You are required to make Ara fall in love with her soulmate, who so happens to be Yuta. But at the same exact time, to complete your mission, you must do something to end Ara’s relationship with Jaehyun.

You wish it was a joke.

It all comes down to whether you have the heart to lead Ara to her destined soulmate and end her relationship with Jaehyun or leave things for her to figure out but lose your matchmaking abilities as a Cupid.

The sticky situation makes you want to pull your hair off your scalp. It makes you want to look up to the heavens and yell at your ancestors for being Cupids, for passing down their matchmaking abilities to every generation after them, and for passing down the curse of never falling in love.

“Stop thinking about it too much, it’s making you age faster.”

You glare at Mark. “I don’t even know Jaehyun personally but I’m sure he’s a great guy who deserves everything in the entire universe, not some soccer player and a so-called Cupid to ruin his three-year relationship with Ara.”

“What happens if you don’t make Ara fall in love with her soulmate within a year—oh, Johnny, hey!”

Your mouth clamps shut and your head whips around. Johnny occupies the empty seat next to you and greets you with a light nudge. He nods his head at Mark. “What happens if what?”

Mark gulps nervously. He lets out a squeak. “Nothing!”

Mark makes eye contact with you and you give him a warning gaze. Johnny shrugs his shoulders and brushes off the conversation by starting a new one. “Tonight at six. Jaehyun’s apartment. We’re going to have a chicken and beer night.”

“This is exactly what I needed—” Mark points at him.

“I think I’ll have to pass on that one. I have a—”

“Uh, no you’re not.” Johnny shakes his head. “What excuse are you going to tell me this time? Your excuses are getting lamer every time. It’s quite obvious.”

You sigh. “I’d rather study. Besides, I have a midterm coming up and the last thing I want is to tank it.”

“It’s just one night. Chicken and beer. Who turns down chicken and beer? With friends, too?” Mark tries to convince you but you’re using your eyes to communicate the idea that this will not turn out well.

“Who’s coming?” You tear your gaze away from Mark when he doesn’t seem to take a hint. You’re reaching for your water bottle to take a quick sip of water.

“It’ll be me, Mark, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Ara,” Johnny recalls the guests from the top of his head. “Oh! Yuta is coming too—”

You choke on your water. As you’re going through a coughing fit, Mark grabs your water bottle to prevent any more water from spilling onto the table. Johnny pats your back. “Y-Yuta? As in, Nakamoto Yuta?”

Johnny smiles. “Indeed. Why? Do you have a crush on him or something—”

“No!” You and Mark blurt out in unison.

Johnny gives you both a funny look. “Okay, geez, I was just joking around. Unless, you do, have a crush on Yuta, Y/N—”

“Look who we have here.”

It’s a foreign yet familiar voice. You’ve heard that voice somewhere. You sneak a quick glance at Mark, whose eyes are wide like saucers. You could see his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulps nervously. Mark’s eyes trail down to meet yours.

“Jaehyun! Ara! Perfect timing!”

Definitely not perfect timing. You mirror Mark with the same wide eyes. It’s almost as if you’ve shrivelled up or froze up into an ice statue. Johnny doesn’t seem to notice you shoving your things into your tote bag out of sheer panic. Mark’s eyes dart between you and the newly-arrived couple.

“Hey, sorry, I completely forgot that I have a meeting with my group for our project.” It comes out as a squeak. Everyone’s looking at you and you can’t find the strength to look at any of them in the eye. But you can surely feel the attention that’s been shifted towards you.

“Leaving already?” Johnny pouts. “I just got here—”

“Sorry!” You exclaim, standing up from your seat and making a beeline for the exit doors of the study room. You look over your shoulder. Johnny has a cute pout on his lips as he watches you scurry away from them. “I’ll make it up to you!”

“You’ll make it up to me by joining us tonight for chicken and beer!”

When Jaehyun and Ara take up the spot you used to sit at, Mark can’t help but look at Ara with round eyes. He just can’t seem to look at Ara the same way anymore, especially when she’s with Jaehyun. Mark decides to settle his gaze on Jaehyun instead, but he still feels the same. He can’t look at Jaehyun the same way either. The first person that comes to mind when he looks at the couple sitting across from him is Nakamoto Yuta. The second and last person that comes to mind is you.

There are two innocent people being brought into this mess. It’s you and Yuta.

And what’s worse is that Jaehyun and Ara are just as innocent.

You and Mark find yourselves standing in front of Jaehyun’s door. Surprisingly, it’s quiet. You don’t hear Johnny’s loud voice through the thin door. Instead, right when Mark knocks on the door, you hear someone’s faint shuffling that gets louder and louder as they get close to the door. The door swings open and your mouth slightly parts open. This is—?

“Jaehyun!” Mark exclaims, crashing into Jaehyun’s arms.

You stand there awkwardly as you watch them embrace. Jaehyun pats Mark’s back until his eyes meet yours. Jaehyun. You’ve known of him. But now that you can put a face to his name, you’re immediately brought back to your freshman year, specifically your freshman orientation week. You’ve seen his face before. Jaehyun was amongst the popular freshmen in your year mainly due to his charisma and charm. By the end of freshman orientation week, he had become a magnet that attracted everyone to him. But not only did you remember him from orientation week, but you remember being one of the many people who were attracted to him. He had become your first university crush, but ever since orientation week, you never saw him again.

Until now.

“I’m guessing you’re Y/N?” Jaehyun asks and you find yourself snapping out of your trance. “I’d be surprised if you weren’t.”

You slowly nod your head. “Yes, that’s me.”

“The one that was scurrying away earlier?” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes. “God, please don’t remind me. That was embarrassing.”

“Nice to meet you,” he smiles and oh boy, are those dimples?

You swoon. Too bad Jaehyun’s off the market. But at the same time, it’s a shame that you’re going to be the one to ruin his relationship and put him back on the market. You muster up a smile. “Nice to meet you too, Jaehyun.”

You and Mark make yourselves comfortable in Jaehyun’s apartment. Your eyes scan the place and just by the small touches to his apartment, you can pick up what kind of person Jaehyun is. From the LP turntable sitting in one corner of the room accompanied by a great stack of records—he has some exquisite taste in music—to the mini fridge filled with bottles of wine, you can tell that he’s a young man with an old soul. You turn to your right when you spot a piano and a microphone stand. It’s a makeshift studio in the opposite corner of his living room. He sings?

“I’ve heard many things about you from Johnny,” Jaehyun starts a conversation as he hands you a can of beer. “And Mark, of course.”

You open the can of beer to take your first sip, making sure to squint your eyes at Mark. “I hope they’re good things.”

He smiles. “There’s nothing to worry about. They put you up to the highest standard.”

You cough. “As they should.”

Mark scoffs. “You’re being too obnoxious right now.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, taking another sip of your beer. “What’s taking Johnny so long to get here? After scolding me for bailing out on every single function, here he is, pulling up later than promised.”

“Speaking of,” Jaehyun says as he stares at his phone. “His uber just pulled up. I’ll meet up with him downstairs. While I go fetch him, make yourselves comfortable.”

Jaehyun leaves you alone in silence. The moment Jaehyun shuts the door, Mark shoots you a cheeky grin. He’s wiggling his eyebrows at you and you can’t help but squint your eyes at him.

“Why are you looking at me like that—”

“You like him, don’t you?”

You scoff in disbelief. “I do not like him like that—”

“You do.” Mark cuts you off. “I’m getting that type of energy from you—”

“Well, sorry to disappoint, I don’t like him like that. Besides, he’s in a relationship with Ara—”

“He’s in a relationship that you’re destined to end.” Mark reminds you and you frown. “What? It’s true!”

You shake your head and with a stern voice, you say, “I don’t like Jaehyun. I just find him... charming.”

“That’s all—”

“And handsome—”

“Oh—”

“And sweet.” You add. “But other than that, I don’t like him. I’m Cupid, remember? I’m cursed to never fall in love and so the chances of me liking Jaehyun? Very slim.”

Mark smirks. “But you find him charming, handsome, and sweet. Isn’t that more than enough to like someone?”

“There’s a very distinct line drawn between infatuation and love, Mark.” You state with a matter of fact.

“So, you’re infatuated with Jaehyun—”

“What’s up party people, put your hands up!”

Both of your mouths clamp shut at Johnny’s freakishly loud voice echoing the apartment the moment he walks in. You dumbly put your hands up and Mark lets out a loud cackle. Entering right after him are Ara and—

“Yuta, my right hand and my go-to!” Mark exclaims.

You wish you were invisible, especially when Ara spots you on the couch and sends you a wave. You’re mustering up a very tight-lipped smile as you wave back at her. Great, this is going to be a long night. Jaehyun follows suit, throwing his arm over Ara’s shoulder and pecking her cheek. Mark sneaks a glance at you as you’re tearing your gaze away from the couple to take another sip of beer.

“Y/N actually came for once,” Johnny teases you.

Everyone gathers around the small coffee-table. Scattered on the small table are three boxes of chicken along with a can of beer for everyone. You’re sitting right across from Yuta, who hasn’t uttered a single word since he got here. But surprisingly enough, his eyes meet yours and you quickly look away. Your heart begins to race.

And your heart starts to beat much faster when Yuta never seems to break his stare at you for the rest of the night.

Yuta has definitely seen you before but he can’t seem to pinpoint exactly where he’s seen you. It must have been a fleeting moment, where the both of you passed by each other unknowingly. But after looking into your wandering eyes, after watching you chug a can of beer right across from him, he has found his answer.

Valentine’s Day.

He was biking on his way home after a three-hour lecture. Too many couples. He remembers the excessive amount of couples strolling down the busy streets. He remembers having the urge to rip his eyes out whenever he came to a stoplight and spotted a couple sharing a passionate (way too passionate) kiss. But he also remembers the sudden loneliness he felt.

Ara. He’s always found her pretty in her own special way. His first encounter with Ara was when she auditioned for the co-ed soccer team. He was seated at the bleachers as one of the head coaches who chose the new team members. She was everything he adored in someone. It was like she had her own glow whenever she ran down the field, with her hair bouncing as she ran.

But too bad because she’s—

“Taken?”

Jaehyun let out a sigh on the other phone line. Yuta pursed his lips into a tight line. “Listen, I tried to get those concert tickets for you tonight through my connections. But all of the available seats are taken. Well, there are still some seats but the seats you wanted are gone.”

“Do you have tickets for other seats?” Jaehyun questioned.

“Yeah, but the seats are pretty far from the stage. Are you alright with that?”

He heard distinct chatter on the other phone line. He heard Ara’s soft voice and a smile threatened to escape his lips. Right… she’s taken by Jaehyun. “We’ll take them!”

“Perfect.” Yuta chuckled. “I’m on my way to your apartment, actually. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes to give you the tickets.”

Yuta turned to his right and into a familiar neighbourhood. He slowed down his bike when he reached Jaehyun’s apartment building. As he headed up a couple flights of stairs, he reached Jaehyun’s apartment completely out of breath. The door opened and he saw—

“Oh, hey, Ara.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Is Jaehyun here?”

Ara beamed up at him and nodded her head. “Come in. You look like you’re out of breath. Do you want a glass of water, or something?”

“I’m good. Thanks.” He mumbled, too shy and nervous to utter anything other than those three words. Ara bit her lip to stop herself from smiling. God, why is he so nervous around her?

“Yuta!” Jaehyun said in a sing-song voice, greeting him with a fist-bump.

“Hey—oh?”

Yuta clamped his mouth shut when he looked into Jaehyun’s eyes. Jaehyun’s eyes sure do look pretty, he could see stars shining back at him. But that’s not what he saw.

He saw an unfamiliar woman. He’s never seen her before.

In Jaehyun’s eyes, he saw a woman holding what seemed like a microphone. She had headphones on and her face was illuminated by what he assumed was a laptop screen. She was singing a song he couldn’t hear. Yuta blinked, soaking in every little detail about the woman he saw in Jaehyun’s eyes. But it was not long until his face paled when he realized something terrible.

The woman he saw in Jaehyun’s eyes was not Ara.

Valentine’s Day. It’s the day he dreads the most out of the entire year. It’s the day where he receives his love assignment for the year. He has one year to make his assignment fall in love with their soulmate. But how is he going to do that when his love assignment is Jaehyun?

Cupids are cursed to never fall in love. Although, Yuta does have sheer hope that he could definitely find love. How could he not, when he’s a hopeless fool in front of Ara? It’s this specific Valentine’s Day that he dreads the most out of all the Valentine’s Days he’s spent. Why? Because while he found out that Jaehyun’s soulmate isn’t Ara, that surely doesn’t mean that he has a chance with Ara. In fact, he’ll never have a chance with Ara. He could potentially be the man Ara will hate the most.

Because one way or another, he must tear Ara and Jaehyun apart.

author’s note. welp, i hope you enjoyed the first part! i should be able to post the second part after all of my midterms. look out for it! thank you for reading!

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Cuddle Buddies (Bakugou x Black! Reader)

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~Chapter 7: Date~

0, 1, 2 ,3, 4, 5,6, 6.2

(don't play the song yet 👩🏿‍🌾)

Waking up on a Saturday without music playing is truly a blessing(iykyk). After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you walk downstairs and you see mama on the phone.

"-es, I understand. Thanks for letting me know... Keep me updated."

"Who was that?" Startled, she turned around ready to hit somebody. "Don't scare me no more. Anyway, that was the principal, he said that you would need to move in the dorms by Monday because those damn villains are active again."

"Don't nobody wanna be there. I wanna be at home," you groaned. Plating your breakfast, you sit down and grab your phone, seeing a text from Bakugou asking if you wanted to go out later. Accepting his offer, you finish your food and go to get your morning routine started.

(this is your hair and outfit, don't like it then you can change it)

Walking downstairs, you got to find mama to tell her you're going out. "MAMA!" Walking towards her room, you knock on the door before opening it, just to let her know you're coming in.

"Now why are you yelling in my damn house?" she questions. oops... "My bad. Anyway, I'm going with out with Bakugou. I'll be back later, k?" Turning to walk away, you hear, "That's your man, ain't it?"

"Huh?" Is that really how it looks? That ain't my man... yet. "Girl you heard me. Is that your man?" This is mad awkward. How do I explain that that's my man but not formally my man but still my man?

"Um... Not yet I guess."

"And why not?" Dang, she do be nosy🖐🏽

"Because he ain't asked yet."

"Mhm.." she said looking at you like she knew better (y'all know that look you give when somebody lying) "Alright. See you later."

Big Head🐥 i'm ready

Bakuboy💥 around the corner

Walking outside, you see a car pull around. Rolling down the window, you see Bakugou. "Get in!" Opening the door, you get in the well polished car.

"Hey-"

"What do you want to eat?" No hi, hello, how are you? just straight to the point I guess.

"I don't know... you pick." (if somebody asked me what i wanted to eat i will stay silent🖐🏽 ain't nobody eating then)

"Wings it is."

"Gimme your phone," you told him. "Why? Tryna look through my search history?"

"Um... no. Don't nobody care what you do in your spare time. Now gimme it" Handing you his phone, you go to spotify and click on a random playlist. Dmx Aaliyah Tupac Biggie King Von & more

"You got taste or whatever," you complimented.

"Duh look at me. Obviously I have taste." Here this cocky nigga go.

(play song now)

"Just say 'Thank you' and go," you rolled your eyes. Playing 'I Need A Girl' by Diddy (y'all don't know nun bout that) you start to sing along quietly.

I need a girl to ride ride ride I need a girl to make my wife I need a girl who's mine, all mine I need a girl in my life

As you start to rap along you hear Bakugou quietly rap along. Smiling at him, you turn the music up.

Yo, I'm internationally known on the microphone I got it all I really need a wife at home

Turning it up more, you both got louder. Enjoying yourselves and each other. This was something you craved. Having fun with someone you were close to and had a great relationship with.

Looking over, you see Bakugou glancing at you while singing the song. Glancing back, you smile at him and continuing to sing to him, him singing back.

Need a girl that can stand me, raise me a family Go from trips to Delancey to trips to the grammys

"What you know about this?" You we're still shocked that he had music taste like this. He looked like he listened to one Nba Youngboy song and called himself a gangster. ( tell me i'm wrong)

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Finally at Buffalo Wild Wings, you both step out of the car. Starting to walk towards the door, Bakugou entwined your pinkies together.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Hot wings and fries. What do you want?" you said, putting emphasis on 'you.'

"The same thing. Wanna split a 20 piece?" What type of stupid question is that? "Duh."

Waving over a waitress, Bakugou starts to order for the both of you. "Good afternoon, my name is CeCe and I'll be serving you today! What would you like?"

Noticing that she hasn't taken her eyes off of Bakugou since you both had walked in, you grabbed his hand and started to play with his fingers.

"Can we get a 20 piece hot wings and fries? You want f/d right?" nodding, you continue to play with his rings, "and a Coke."

"Ok," she 'subtly' brushed her painted nails on his shoulder, "I'll have that right out for you." Walking away, she turned back and glared at you. Glaring back, you flick her off.

"She being mad annoying already and we just got here," you complained.

"Tell me about it. She touch me again Imma blow this whole damn place down," he rolled his eyes. Grabbing you hand, he starts to play with your fingers as well.

"Where was Mama at?"

"Boy that ain't yo mama. And she was minding her business. Why?"

"I want her to cook for me," he said matter of factly.

"Why are you acting like you've been knowing her your whole life?" you asked, laughing at him.

"Because I can. She obviously liked me when I met her."

"Oh my god," you laughed, " what do you want her to cook for your oh so fancy pallet?"

"Surprise me."

"You gotta try soul food," you gushed, " it's so good on holidays especially."

"Here you are," the waitress said cheerfully. "Anything else for you?" she asked, only looking at Bakugou.

"No, we don't want anything else," you interrupted.

"I wasn't asking you."

"But I answered. Do we have a problem?" Who does she think she is? Imma need her to stop coming for my man.

"I said I wasn't talking to yo-"

"Listen, I suggest you back the hell off my girl before she lays yo stupid ass out, K?" he interrupted.

His girl? I like the sound of that

She huffed and walked off, obviously annoyed she couldn't keep flirting with him.

He started to eat, but you was still stuck on the 'my girl' thing.

"I'm your girl now, huh?"

Looking up at you, he wiped his mouth, "You should know this by now."

"Like I told you, you haven't asked."

"Whatever."

Continuing to eat and bicker, you both just enjoyed each other's company.

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After finishing the food and paying, you start to walk towards the car, him following behind you. Trying to open the door, you feel your hand get pulled and now your back it against the door.

Pinning you to the car, he leans in closer to you. "You're my girl, got it?"

Being bratty, you decide to test him a bit. "Nope. You haven't asked."

"Fine... Will you finally be mine?" That was straightforward. Don't really know what I expected though.

"... I guess," you said, sheepishly smiling. "Took you long enough."

"Shut up," he said leaning in.

Slowly entwining lips. Lips soft and lush against each other's. The kiss getting hot, he grabs your waist, pulling you closer. You more both trying to get closer to each other, if possible.

Trying to deepen the kiss, he started to slip his tongue in, again trying to pull you closer as if you would just disappear. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you too start to deepen the kiss.

After a while, you start to pull away, still slightly pecking his lips.

"Let's go-" more kisses. "We can't be-" more kisses. "-in front of everyone like this-" more kisses. Pushing him away slightly, you peck his lips one more time and push him off fully.

Getting in the car, you shuffle his playlist, quietly singing along. He put his hand on your thigh, lightly rubbing.

Leaning your head on the window, you start to doze off little by little. Finally asleep, Bakugou turns the music down slightly and continues to drive you home.

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"Baby, get up." You felt someone trying to shake you awake. "Move," you groaned, trying to slap away the hands shaking you.

"Ugh." Bakugou got out the car, going to your side. Opening your door, he grabs you out of the car, you wrapping your legs around his waist. Walking up the steps he knocked on the door.

"Who is it!" He saw your mother open the door. "I- did that damn girl fall asleep? Here, her room is upstairs to the right."

In your room, he noticed the posters and other decor around the room. Definitely her style. he thought.

Setting you down on the bed, he took your shoes and socks off, he put your head on the pillow.

"Goodnight Pretty girl," he kissed your head, pulling the covers over your body. He walked downstairs to let himself out.

"You must really like her, huh?" mama asked.

"Yeah, I do."

"Take care of her. This is the earliest I've seen her sleep in a long time," she smiled fondly.

"But if you hurt her, I'll hurt you so bad your own mother can feel it. Got it?" Her mood changes just like y/n's. Probably where she got it from.

"I won't hurt her. Promise."

"Alright," she started, leading him to the door, " get home safe."

"Thank you." And with that he was off. Getting home, in his bed and just thinking about your pretty smile and soft lips. He could definitely get used to kissing you like that.

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i hope you enjoyed this, i will be trying to update every sunday if i can. thx for reading ♥

#katsuki bakugo x reader #mha #mha bakugou #bakugou x black reader #kenmasblackwife #black reader #bnha

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mermaidsneedwater · 4 years

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being domestic

this was requested, hope it’s an enjoyable read!

⇒ jaebeom

“Say something.”

“What is there to say, you look like you’ve already made up your mind,” you said, rinsing the dish and handed it to Jaebeom to stack in the dishwasher.

Jaebeom had gotten the opportunity to travel to Los Angeles to work on production for Jackson’s album. Though he was leaning towards taking it, he knew it was something he’d have to talk to you about.

As he placed the dish on the rack, he waited for you to hand him another one, “I want to know what you think.”

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, realizing you were being short with your boyfriend. “Of course you should go, it’s a great opportunity. I’m just being selfish, I’m only thinking about how much I’ll miss you.”

You handed him a cup. Placing the last glass on the top wrack he closed the dishwasher.

“It’s full.” He told you, “I’ll hand wash the rest.”

He moved to the sink and you handed him the gloves. Propping yourself on the counter, you watched as he started scrubbing the last plate.

“You should go.” You told him.

“I can’t leave if you’ll be upset.” He said, concentrating on rinsing the dish.

“I’ll be fine.” you told him. “Will you promise to call me everyday?”

“Always.” He said looking up at you and smiling. Jaebeom leaned forward to place a kiss on your forehead.

You jumped down from the kitchen counter and grabbed the dish Jaebeom handed you, placing it on your drying wrack.

“Wow, the dishes get done so quickly when we do it together.” He said, smiling cheekily.

“That’s hilarious.” You rolled your eyes. You walked out of the kitchen before saying “Dishwashing is your chore. Not mine. I only helped you because you were behind.”

⇒ mark

“You could marry me.” He said.

“What?” You asked, shocked that he’d suggest that.

You’d started the conversation as a practical one. Realizing that you wouldn’t have health insurance, you had joked with Mark that you couldn’t get sick now. Although he could see that you were anxious about the future.

“I’m saying we’ve lived together for 2 years. We can legally get married and then kill two birds with one stone. Take my last name so your mail can come here and you can get on my health insurance.”

Mark looked up at you as you both sat on the dining room table, going through mail. Though you’d been living together for awhile, you were still having trouble having your mail sent to Mark’s place as your last name didn’t match his.

“Don’t be crazy. I’m not marrying you for insurance. And besides, I like my last name.” You said, sorting the mail out on the dining table. “Anyway, I left your mail in a pile.”

“Y/N, it was a good idea!” He said as you walked into the bedroom.

“Goodnight Tuan.”

⇒ jackson

You shook Jackson awake. Waiting patiently for him to wake up you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to get on with your day, and for you that started with making the bed.

“Get up,” you shook him. “Come on, we have to make the bed.”

With his face in the pillow, Jackson grumbled with his eyes closed, “we don’t have to do anything.”

“Please baby,” you said, rubbing his arm “I really want to get going,”

Groaning, Jackson knew he couldn’t say no to you. Reluctantly, he put sat up in bed and eventually getting out.

“Thank you!” You said happily.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jackson said, rubbing his eyes and yawning, “Let’s get this done quickly.”

As the both of you moved to make the bed, you found yourselves operating as a well oiled machine.

As you finished, you stood in front of the bed next to Jackson to admire your handiwork. “Doesn’t it look great? It feels so good to have a bed made.”

“Sleeping in it would feel better,” Jackson said turning to you.

Placing your hand on his shoulders, you walked him to the kitchen, “Come on, I’ll make you a cup of coffee.”

⇒ jinyoung

You and Jinyoung were the perfect pair, but not for the reasons people thought. Simply put, you hated laundry and Jinyoung loved it. It came down to the fundamental difference between you two. You were impatient and Jinyoung wasn’t.

So when you found Jinyoung moving the clothes into the laundry machine early on Saturday morning you couldn’t help but groan.

“This is why you left me in bed alone? To do laundry?” You whined.

“You should be glad that I’m doing it now. If it were up to you, you’d let the laundry pile up until the end of the month.” He chuckled, pouring out the detergent.

Huffing, you walked back to your room to find your bed the same as before, cold and empty.

About ninety minutes later, you came out to the living room to find Jinyoung hooking and folding one of your bras. As a man with two sisters, he was no stranger to a woman’s undergarments.

“You have the patience of a saint.” You remarked, taking a bite of your apple.

Shaking his head, Jinyoung continued folding the clothes. “I’m almost done,”

Setting the piles of clothes on the couch, he called you over.

“Okay, I’m done! Can you put it away?” Jinyoung called out.

“I’m coming.” You replied.

You walked into the living room and found your tops and pants folded, bras hooked and underwear folded. It was little things like this that made Jinyoung such a good boyfriend. He applied the same care and consideration to your clothes as he did his own.

Walking over to Jinyoung, you wrapped your arms around him from behind. Looking at the piles you couldn’t help but say, “I love you.”

Caught off guard, Jinyoung responded. “I love you too?”

You set down your apple on a plate and picked up the piles between your two hands, shrugging. “Just felt like saying it.”

Watching you walk away, Jinyoung shook his head, at least the laundry was done.

⇒ youngjae

“Oh crap,” you said, looking up from the paper you were reading. “We’re behind on our electric bill.”

Pushing up your glasses on the bridge of your nose, you wrote on your notepad of things to do, Cheque for Electric Bill.

Youngjae jogged over from his seat on the couch and bent over you to see what you were writing. He smiled, watching you.

Feeling his eyes on you, you said “I can feel you staring.”

Kissing your cheek, he walked to the other side of the table to sit with you. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it, you just look so cute paying the bills with those glasses on.”

“Cute?” You said, looking up from your papers.

“And sexy, now that I really look.” He smirked.

You stuck your tongue out slightly, leaning forward across the table, in a slow voice you spoke “You know what’s really sexy?”

Youngjae leaned in, enticed by your change in demeanor.

Leaning in close you whispered in his ear, “paying the damn bills on time.”

Leaning back in his chair, Youngjae laughed, “You really know how to turn a guy on,”

⇒ bambam

Kicking off your heels, you could smell something delicious, and it was coming from your kitchen?

Setting your bag and keys down, you came to find Bambam cooking away.

“Oh, your home!” He said, surprised to see you. “Just in time to taste, I made Yum Woon Sen.”

He blew some air on the spoon he was holding before being the it filled with noodles and vegetables to your mouth.

“It’s hot so be careful.” He warned.

Tasting the bite, you chewed the food, taking in the flavors. It was absolutely delicious.

As you finished the bite, Bambam watched nervously for your reaction.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“I think I want a bowl right now!” You smiled. “It’s so good.”

Relieved, he let out a breath “Good. Go get changed and I’ll have the food ready on the table.”

⇒ yugyeom

“You said you’d do it!” Yugyeom whined.

“I literally never said that, I said that you should hurry up and take it out otherwise it’ll stink.” You replied, handing him the bag.

“I don’t want to do it,” Yugyeom groaned. “I’ll play you for it.”

“I’m not winning a game in order to make sure you do your part of the chores in our house.” You replied.

“How do you know you’ll win?” He challenged.

“Fine, but when I win you better not whine about taking the trash out.”

“Let’s up the stakes,” Yugyeom told you confidently, “If you win, I take out the trash for the rest of the month and I’ll do your part of the chore list, like the laundry.”

Intrigued you listened further. “And if you win?” You asked him.

“You take the trash out for the month and do the dishes.”

The dishes. You and Yugyeom couldn’t stand washing the plates and stacking them in the washing machine. As a compromise, you both decided to suffer through the chore together. If you lost his game, you stood to do your least favorite chore alone for an entire month.

“Fine, but I’m going to crush you.” You said.

As you both geared up to play rock-paper-scissors, you watched as he stretched his hand muscles.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Bring it.”

“1, 2, 3!”

At the sound of the 3, you looked to see that Yugyeom had present scissors while you had chosen rock.

Groaning in defeat, Yugyeom sulked as he walked to the trash bag and dragged it out the door.

Laughing, you called after him “I’ll have my laundry waiting in the morning!”

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meltwonu · 4 years

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| caffeine | [chapter 4]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; daddy kink, minor dumbification, name calling(like once) but also soft wonwoo!! 🥺💕 we love soft woo in this house!! thank you for your continued patience y’all! I love u 💕 take care of yourselves, drink water 💕💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - x - x - x - x - x - x

For the next couple of days, you continue to text Wonwoo; somewhat shocked that he was quite responsive to your messages. Something about him struck you as the ‘left on read’ type initially, then you realized you didn’t really know much about Wonwoo in actuality.

On the flipside, you avoid the library all-together, getting your work done at home where you can actually focus and get the shit done. Also because you start to worry that people like Mingyu, who reads you like an open book, will start to take notice of your sudden frequent visits to the library that you normally only went to once in a while.

Wonwoo texts you a few times asking if you’re okay and you wonder for a second if maybe the fox-eyed fratboy actually cared about your wellbeing and you reply back each time, letting him know that you’re fine and just preferred to get work done at home for the time being.

He doesn’t ask any further.

Except this time when he texts you on a Saturday afternoon after his shift at the library, you can’t help but be curious what his intentions are. He asks you to meet him at a cafe, citing a time and location without any further instructions or details. You know for sure he doesn’t have any classes since it’s a saturday so he must be free all day. And you contemplate telling him you’re busy, but you figure it can’t hurt to see what he wants.

When you show up to the cafe on Saturday, you’re running late by a few minutes, power walking into the shop as quickly as you can while your eyes search for Wonwoo. He probably came here right after his shift, you think, fuck, I hope he wasn’t waiting long.

“Hey! Over here!”

Turning, you see him at a corner table, two drinks already present while he puts the book he was reading away. “I was kind of wondering if you weren’t going to show up.” He smiles at you kindly as you sit down and for a moment you wonder if you’re really meeting the same Wonwoo.

“Uh, yeah, sorry, I woke up late so…”

“S’okay. Happens all the time and anyway it’s Saturday so most people sleep in. Anyway, I ordered you a caramel macchiato, I didn’t really know what you wanted to be honest.” His voice turns shy, mumbling towards the end as you choke on your own spit. This could not be Wonwoo.

The Wonwoo you knew was cocky and domineering; full of mesmerizing charm and unending smirks when he fucked you. This Wonwoo in front of you matched his usual outward image; shy and reserved, avoidant eyes when you try to make eye contact.

“Oh, uh, this is fine! Thank you. I kinda realized we don’t really know much about each other, huh?” You end with an awkward laugh, picking up your cup to take a sip.

“Yeah, to be honest, that’s why I invited you out today. I thought maybe we can… get to know each other.”

“Hu--Huh? Oh, um, yeah that… would be good.”

You can’t help but blush when Wonwoo opens the door for you when you exit the cafe.

Over the approximate hour and a half there, Wonwoo tells you about himself while you tell him about yourself, learning little bits and pieces of each others’ lives. And what you learn about Wonwoo couldn’t be farther from the one you’d gotten to know between the bookshelves.

He tells you about his archeology major; eyes lighting up when he tells you about the research one of his professors had been doing. And then when he tells you about his volunteer work at the rescue center that he usually does on Saturdays, you feel your heart doing backflips in your chest. There was no way you were going to fall for a guy from SVT House. You hated that you automatically categorized him with the rest of his fraternity but there was a reason why they were notorious in the first place.

“Hey, you okay?” Wonwoo’s worried eyes meet your confused ones. “H-huh?” He leads you onto the sidewalk, hand on the small of your back as he walks with you down the street. “I was asking you if you wanted me to walk you home or if you wanted to come to the rescue center with me. We won’t be there for long but it’s… something to do, I guess. I usually go after my shift at the library and I’m usually alone but we were at the cafe for a while so...”

You try to swallow down any weird romantic feelings that threaten to bubble up, nodding your head as you send him a small smile. “Yeah, I’d love that actually. I mean, to come to the rescue center with you.”

The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon together playing with the kittens that Wonwoo had seemingly fallen in love with; watching as they followed him around while he cleaned up. You help him tidy up, only sitting down once all the chores were taken care of.

A small calico comes to sit in Wonwoo’s lap when the two of you finally get ready to leave for the day.

“She seems to like you a lot, Wonwoo. She’s been following you all day!” He laughs at your compliment, petting the cat in his lap. “Guess I just have that kinda charm, huh?” You roll your eyes, reaching into his lap to pet the, now, purring cat. “She just wants a daddy to take her home and care for her.” In a flash, you realize the fault in your wording, cheeks heating up immediately when you realize your mistake and Wonwoo’s sudden silence.

“She wants a daddy, is that what you said?” “Um, y-yeah, you know, wants… to be taken to a loving home.” “Mm. I see.”

Neither of you say any more, letting the cat get the last bit of your attention until it’s time to leave.

Wonwoo walks you back to your place after; the silence almost deafening until he stops in front of your building.

“I guess I’ll see you around then?”

“Y-yeah, I’ll, um, see you around Wonwoo. I had a nice, um, time.”

“Yeah, me too. Goodnight.”

Mingyu invites you to a study party of sorts one weekday after his morning class wraps up, promising you there’d be food if you showed up. You agree on the count of free food, but you remember halfway to the SVT House that, yes, Wonwoo lives there too.

Checking the time, you realize it’s just a bit after his shift at the library but he has afternoon classes so you breathe a sigh of relief, continuing your walk towards the frat house. Vernon meets you at the door, ushering you inside to the living room where the others were already getting started.

“Ah, there she is! My favorite nerd.”

Mingyu slams his book shut, getting up from his place on the floor to pull you into a hug. Your eyes immediately scan around the room, eyes fixated on a certain silver haired male oddly present.

“Uhh…” You freeze up in Mingyu’s hold, tentatively wrapping your arms around his midsection for a half hearted hug. “Yeah, hi…”

“Did you just ignore the fact I just called you a nerd? Are you finally accepting your true calling?” Mingyu jokingly checks your temperature, laughing as he drags you to a spot in between himself and Minghao on the floor.

“Okay, anyways weirdo, I know you haven’t formally met everyone so say hi.” You crack a tight lipped smile, introducing yourself to the others present in the room. You realize that it’s true you’d never been formally introduced to anyone in SVT House, but it made sense considering you’d either decline their party invites and the only other few times you’d seen them were in passing. You do recognize Vernon from your Film Analysis class and Jun from the Modern Architecture class you’d taken last semester. The new faces around the room were Jihoon who is a Music Technology major and Seungcheol who is a Music Business major. Wonwoo introduces himself quietly; a twinkle in his eye when he smiles at you from across the room.

After formalities are done, everyone quickly delves into actually studying and talking about their coursework; Minghao invading your personal space to ask you for your opinion on some of the pieces he’d been working on for his Abstract Art class. You give him your undivided attention, Mingyu leaning in to also give his opinion.

Seungcheol orders food at some point, notes forgotten for a little bit while everyone eats before diligently getting back to their studies.

You take in account how Wonwoo opens up to his frat brothers, laughing and playing along with their jokes the entire time.

After a while, everyone slowly disperses; some returning to their rooms and some leaving for their night classes. Wonwoo stays behind. Still reading through one of his textbooks when Minghao, the only person other than you and Wonwoo, decides to finally head back to his room.

“You… wanna stay here with Wonwoo or...?” Minghao turns to you one last time, waiting for your reply.

“Oh um, I’m just gonna finish reading this chapter and then get going?” You turn to Wonwoo who meets your eyes. “Yeah, I’ll see her to the door when she’s done. You can head back to your room, ‘Hao. I got it.”

Minghao nods, already heading towards the stairs to leave you and Wonwoo alone in the living room.

You give it a second, making sure everyone is truly out of the living room before you clear your throat.

“I thought you had afternoon classes, I was surprised you were here.” His eyes never leave his book, fingertips at the corner to flip the page.

“It was cancelled today. Thought I’d supervise their study session or else they’d just goof off. It was nice to see you today though, princess.”

Blushing, you slam your book shut on accident, placing it on the floor next to you. “Y-yeah, it was nice being here today. I’m shocked they really hit the books too. I’m so used to Mingyu missing class from his hangovers, to be honest. Who knew he could really focus when he needed to, huh?” The two of you share a laugh, already starting to tidy up.

“Um, I guess I should head out then? I don’t want to be out too late so…”

“Yeah, um, did you want me to walk you back?”

“No! Uh, I mean no it’s okay! The sun’s still out anyway and I need to run by the store so I’ll just walk back myself. Thank you though.”

Wonwoo walks you to the door, a firm hand on your waist as he escorts you. In actuality, you hadn’t seen him since the prior Saturday when he’d taken you on the little outing, which you didn’t consider a date, and even this time he hadn’t even tried to lay a finger on you. And in theory, you should have been glad at the distance but part of you genuinely missed his physical touch.

“Well, I guess… I’ll see you?” Ah, familiar words.

“Yeah, who knows, maybe I’ll actually swing by for a party if Mingyu invites me next time?” He smiles lopsidedly at you, squeezing your waist before letting go.

“Get back safely.”

“W-Wonwoo, hah, pl--please more…”

“Mm? Who’s Wonwoo? Shouldn’t you be addressing me properly? And what do you want more of, sweetheart? Use your words.”

You press the vibrator harder onto your clit, grinding into your own palm. Wonwoo watches you through the phone that’s set up haphazardly on the bed in front of you, his own hand in his sweats as he strokes his cock. “Ah, c-can I add another f--finger? P-please… daddy…”

He chuckles darkly, a soft groan on his lips after as he watches your fingers disappear into your pussy.

“Think you deserve it, baby?”

“I---I, ah, I dunno, daddy…” You let go of the vibrator, letting it fall to the bed next to you. “H-Haven’t I b-been good for you, d-daddy?”

“You have, sweetheart. My cute babygirl was so good for me. You can add another finger.”

He watches you ease in a third finger, moans spilling from your lips at the stretch. You give yourself a second to adjust to it, hips wiggling once the initial sting subsides.

“Look at you. So desperate to get your cute ‘lil pussy filled. Y’kno, you were so cute earlier. Sitting in between Minghao and Mingyu and studying like a good girl. Maybe we should try cockwarming next time, hmm? I could read you some poems while you sit on my cock.”

You moan at his words, clenching around your fingers as you thrust them in and out. “A-ah, that--that sounds n-nice...”

“Yeah? You wanna sit on daddy’s cock while I read you poems?”

“Mmhmm… Yes, daddy… w-want your cock..”

“Aww, my babygirl only knows how to take daddy’s cock, huh? Why don’t you get your vibrator for me again.” You reach for the discarded item, fingers still knuckle deep inside of your pussy as you moan out.

“W-what next, daddy?”

“What do you think, sweetheart? You get your pussy full and now you can’t even use your head? Hmm? Can’t even think straight?”

“M’sorry…”

“I want you to turn it up to the max setting and put it against your clit. Make yourself cum for me. Let me see you.”

You whimper when the harsh vibrations meet your clit, toes curling against the bedsheets. “I see your legs trying to shut, princess. Don’t make daddy angry.” Nodding, you try to keep your legs open towards your phone for Wonwoo to see, trying to watch him on the screen through bleary eyes.

“Is d-daddy gonna cum s-soon too?”

“Mmhmm, let me see you cum first, baby.”

You pump your fingers faster, using your other hand to keep the vibrator tightly pressed against your clit.

“M-my hands are gettin’ tired, daddy…”

“I don’t care. Weren’t you the one who called me? Telling me your panties were wet and you needed to get off? Begging me on the phone to help you cum?” You whine, the urge to cum rising. “Daddy, p-please keep talking to me… I’m close...”

“You like it when daddy talks to you? You’ve barely even watched me this entire time while I’ve had my hand around my cock. You’re so lost in your own pleasure, aren’t you? Fuck, I wish I was there fucking you.” Wonwoo moans, hips canting up into his own fist as he watches you. He’s close to cumming too, wanting to cum with you.

“Fuck, baby, cum for me. Cum with me.”

You cry out, body arching against the sheets when you cum. You can vaguely hear Wonwoo’s moans in the background as well, too focused on your own pleasure to fully pay attention.

The vibrator falls out of your tired hand just as you feel the air back in your lungs, slowly slipping your wet fingers from inside of you.

“Mmm, is my baby tired now?” You look at your phone through foggy eyes, shaky legs still spread wide for Wonwoo to see your glistening folds.

“Mmhmm..” You decide to give him one last show, bringing your wet fingertips to your mouth as you lick them clean.

“Fuck, you’re a filthy ‘lil slut.”

You giggle, popping the digits from your mouth.

“Yeah, but I’m your filthy ‘lil slut.”

#wonwoo smut #fratboy!wonwoo #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios

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sacklerscumrag · 4 years

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Part II of III: Stay With Me Series

Clyde Logan X Female Reader

Notes: Sorry it took me so long to update ya'll, my life has been a mess lately haha I went pretty soft with this chapter but this is what my mushy brain came up after so many things went wrong with it (it’s been a ride LOL) Part 3 coming next week :)

Summary: Time for our favorite southern boy to take us out on a couple dates. Let's see if he makes a move ;)

Warnings: Vaginal fingering, fluff

Word Count: 2.6K

Part I

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Picking up the book Clyde returned, you noticed a slip of paper fall on the counter. ‘Just in case Darlin’ was written down along with his phone number. Mustering up some courage you sent him a quick text before getting up to help your first customer of the day. After a couple hours, it was finally time to go home and get ready for your date.

Around 7:00 pm that night, Clyde knocked on your door. You rushed out of your room to answer it, eager to see your mountain man on the other side of it.

“Hey darlin” he smiled, blushing at the sight of you.

“Hey Clyde. Ready?” you bit your bottom lip as you said it. He nodded before walking you towards the car.

The theater was a short drive away. When you arrived, it looked like all of Boone County showed up for the creature feature tonight. Clyde parked the car in a spot farther back, away from the screen, and pulled out a bag with all kinds of snacks.

The movie started as you and Clyde sat closer to each other.

“Hey darlin, didn’t they skip the part in Chapter 12 just now?” you were taken back, remembering that part in the book.

“How did you know?” you turned to look at him.

“I saw that note ya had all marked up in yer book” smirking at you and letting out a sigh before looking forward again. He really remembered that? You thought to yourself as you snuggled against his arm, resting your head on his shoulder, continuing to watch the movie in a comfortable silence.

Once the movie ended, you gathered the snacks and settled back into your seat. Spending the whole drive home discussing the movie with Clyde you went over your favorite parts, his Frankenstein impression making you giggle uncontrollably. Once you arrived home, he made his way out of the car and around to open your door, walking you to your front porch.

You turned to face him under your dimly lit porch light. Clyde was hunching over, nervously biting at his bottom lip while looking down.

“I had a great time tonight Clyde” he shyly looks up at you, taking a small step forward, drawing you in. From this close you couldn’t help but notice the way his brows seemed to be permanently furrowed, his lips so plump, begging to be kissed, his freckles looked like constellations spreading across his face. You wanted to cling onto him, kiss him dizzy, and never let go.

Before he could say anything, you closed the distance between, pressing your lips on his. His hand coming up to cup your face, thumb slowly caressed your cheek. Kissing you gently like you were going to break in his grasp. His hands moved to your waist while yours rested on his chest, melting into the kiss. Clyde’s tongue prodded at your lips for entrance which you happily granted. The way his mouth moved against yours made you feel like you’d done this a thousand times before. Relishing in the way his nose moved against your cheek as your lips explored each other. He tasted like the candy you had been sharing earlier and you wanted more.

Both of you pulled away to catch your breath, your foreheads still touching. Clyde’s fingers trace down your arms all the way to your hands, taking them into his own.

“Goodnight y/n” his thumb caresses the back of your hand, making bite your lip as he kissed your forehead and headed to his truck.

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Clyde swung by the store early Thursday morning. You had been trying to make plans to see each other sooner but between the bar and the busy holiday season at the bookstore you both barely had time for anything else. So, you finally agreed to have a morning coffee date before customers started coming into the store. Clyde strolled in at around 8:00 am, wearing his gray, button down shirt and those skinny jeans you were dying to rip off of him.

“Good Morning Darlin” he set down the coffees on the counter as you made your way around. Wrapping your arms around his neck bringing him in for a delicious kiss, his lips being the only breakfast you were interested in having this morning. His hands gripped your hips, pressing you closer to his body. The cold sensation of his prosthetic hand on our hip making you lightly moan into his mouth.

Clyde’s tongue moved in sync with yours, both hungrily devouring each other, this kiss being much hungrier than the last. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at it, making Clyde deepen the kiss. He cupped your ass, sliding his hands down under your thighs, to hoist you up onto the counter. Standing between your legs, he caressed your thighs and ass, you could feel just how much Clyde was straining in his jeans. You slid your hand down to feel it for yourself, palming him lightly through his jeans, before hearing a car door slam outside.

Clyde quickly backed away from you as you jumped off the counter and straightened yourselves out. Trying to make it seem like you weren’t just making out like two horny teenagers at 8:00 am. He stood behind you, trying to cover up the obvious tenting in his jeans as two customers walked into the bookstore.

“Good morning, welcome to Sams” they nodded towards you “If you need anything, please let me know” they made their way through the bookshelves, not paying any mind to the two of you. Turning around you start to giggle when you see Clyde holding a book in front of him in a very strategic way, hair disheveled, face flush, and lips swollen from your kisses walking towards you.

“I’ll text you. I gotta get a couple errands done before work” leaning in you give Clyde one more quick kiss before he heads out.

The rest of the day passed with a few customers trickling in and out until closing time. The book you had been reading keeping you glued to it whenever you had the chance. Clyde’s name popping up on your phone temporarily distracting you.

Clyde: Hey Darlin, sorry to run out on ya like that

Its alright Clyde, I had a couple things to get done anyway 😊

Clyde: I meant to ask before I left but would you wanna go out again this Friday?

Of course, I would! Where to?

Clyde: Now that’s a surprise, beautiful. I’ll pick you up at 7. See ya Friday

Your stomach fluttered at the thought of Clyde’s surprise. This man was going to be the end of you, you knew it.

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The sun was setting on Friday afternoon, your nerves were already settling in as you got home from work. You decided on wearing your low-cut white, long sleeve shirt and favorite pair of black pants with your black boots, throwing on a corduroy coat. It was going to be a chilly night, you wanted to be prepared for whatever Clyde had in store.

You heard Clyde’s truck pull up outside as you ran out to grab your purse and open the door. Clyde is standing there looking as handsome as ever in his long sleeve plaid shirt and jeans with roses in one hand.

“Ya look beautiful Darlin” You blushed furiously at his words as he handed you the roses. You rushed to the kitchen to grab a vase and set the flowers while Clyde steps into the living room.

“Thank you, Clyde, they’re beautiful” moving to stand in front of him on your tippy toes to give place a kiss on his cheek, making him break into a smile.

“Yer welcome, you ready to go?” you nod and make your way out of the house.

You slid into the truck next to Clyde, adjusting your seat belt. “So where exactly are we going?” Clyde was careful not to give you too many details about your date and you were itching to find out. He just chuckled and pulled out of the driveway as you scooted closer to him.

When you finally arrived at your destination, you look out to see Clyde had brought you to the Boone County Annual Fall Festival. There were twinkling lights and pumpkin as far as the eye could see, seemed like everyone in town was there. Clyde turned to you, watching your face as you took it all in.

“Ya ready for yer first fall festival?” you turn to him, giving him a big smile and a quick peck on the lips before getting out of the car.

The cold breeze settled in as you walked in through the pumpkin patch, the smell of cider in the air surrounded you as Clyde took your small hand, interlocking your fingers with his. There were food trucks set up on one side of the farm while the other had the county wide famous haunted house. You looked around, loving the ambiance of fall surrounding you while he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Both of you spent the late afternoon drinking hot cider, snacking all types of cookies and roaming the pumpkin patch hand in hand with Clyde while he pulled you close any time you walked away from the crowds, kissing you until you both had no other choice but to come up for air. You talked about everything from books to your lives growing up, even about his accident. Clyde kept up his Frankenstein impressions, you had to give it to him, he did know how to make you laugh.

As the sun went down, Clyde offered to show you around the back of the farm. You had your arm looped around his, walking towards the back when Clyde got a phone call.

“Gimme a sec Darlin” he kissed the back of your hand and walked away to take the call. A few moments later he came back “come with me” he said as he took you behind a large oak tree where there was a four-wheeler parked with a blindfold laid on top of the seat. “I got a surprise for ya. But first ya gotta put this on fer me” you nodded as he placed the blindfold over your eyes and took your hand, guiding you to sit comfortably behind him.

You felt Clyde sit as you wrapped your arms around his wide torso. Taking the time to feel him in your arms as you took off. A few minutes later you felt the bike stop.

“We’re here” Clyde got off, taking your hands to guide you off safely. He stood behind you and placed his hands on your hips, guiding you to walk forward. “Okay” he unwrapped the blindfold and as it fell from your eyes, you couldn’t believe what you saw.

You were standing at the top of the hill that had the best view of the whole festival. Hay bales were laid out on one side in a C shape with various colored pillows and blankets thrown over the ground facing the beautiful hillside view. On the other side there was a table with hot chocolate and lanterns surrounding the entire area. You felt Clyde wrap his arms around you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Eyes filling with tears as you placed your hand over your mouth in disbelief.

“Oh, my goodness Clyde” you were speechless. The thought that he would go through all this trouble for you made your heart burst. Clyde placed a quick kiss on your head as he walked towards the blankets.

“This is ma favorite place to come when I gotta clear ma mind” you sat down placing some of the blankets over the both of you as you nestled into Clyde’s side with his arm over your shoulder. “It’s got the best view fer lookin at the stars” you looked up to see the night sky lit up as you’ve never seen it before.

“It’s beautiful Clyde, all of this is. Thank you” sitting up to see him looking back at you.

You scooted closer to him and placed a kiss on his lips. Clyde brought his hand up to the side of your neck, opening his mouth to let his tongue mend with yours. You knew Clyde was too much of a gentleman to take this further, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. You slowly got up and swung your leg over to straddle Clyde, never breaking the kiss. His hands immediately moved to your thighs then to your ass, gripping it hard. You were sure there would be bruises there tomorrow. Your fingers tangled in his hair, giving it a tug, making Clyde choke back a moan. His hands grounded your hips down on his, making his cock rub just right over your aching clit through your pants. Clyde pulled his lips away for a moment.

“Darlin I-“ you could see the hesitant look in his eyes.

“Clyde it’s okay” you whispered as you took his hand and placed it on your chest, guiding him to knead your breast. Clyde took your lips in his own again, hungrier this time. He hooked his mechanical arm around your waist, pressing your body against his. His other hand making its way down to undo the buttons on your pants and sliding his hand under your panties. A moan escaped you when you felt his fingers run along your slit.

“Fuck. Yer so wet. Is that all for me?” you grip his shoulders, whimpering as he slipped two thick fingers inside, stretching you. Clyde moved to kiss and bite at your neck, leaving purple marks wherever he could. He started to pump his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, feeling your wetness seep onto his hand. He added a third finger and curled them inside you making you gasp. Touching that sweet spot, threatening to send you over the edge as you writhed on top of him. He brought his thumb to your clit and started to draw circles, making you buck your hips into his hand as your breathing got heavier, you were getting close. Clyde’s eyes watched you, your was head thrown back as you arched your back, your face coiling with pleasure as you made some of the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard.

“Yer close aren’t ya baby. Go ahead cum for me. I wanna feel ya cum on my fingers” the last words Clyde said turned into a blur as your orgasm hit you. You squirmed in his lap as he held you close, his fingers fucking you through your orgasm. Your body fell limp onto Clyde’s as you both panted and he placed kisses on the side of your head. Pulling his fingers from you, he took them in his mouth, licking them clean.

“Ya taste so sweet darlin. So good” as soon as you regained control of your body, you leaned back and start to undo Clyde’s belt to return the favor before Clyde takes your wrists in his hand to stop you.

“Please Clyde, let me do this for you” he shook his head.

“As much as I would love to darlin. I would hate for our first time to be on a bale of hay where anyone can see us. I’m fine, really I am. That was amazing. You’re amazing” he cupped your face with both hands, bringing you in for another kiss “Lets get goin, fairs closin soon”

“Five more minutes. I want to enjoy this” you said as you turned in Clydes lap, laying down in between his legs as he wrapped a blanket around you, holding you close to him. You never wanted this moment to end.

#clyde logan #clyde logan x reader #clyde logan x you #fan fic #logan lucky

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undercoverclover · 3 years

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Make You Happy

Pairing: Donghun x OC

Genre: Angst

Warning: None, I think.

“I can’t do this anymore, Donghun.”

“What do you mean? I’m trying!”

“You’re trying? You’re never home! I get working, but the extra hours are too much! I need you!” I scream, tears streaming down my face.

“I- please. Please, don’t do this.” He says, defeated. The tears running down his face hurt beyond anything describable.

“I don’t want to! Don’t you see that? It’s not how I wanted this.” I turn and walk away from the man I thought I would love for the rest of my life. I probably will, but I can’t be with him until he’s ready… if that will ever happen.

Getting back to my place, I see the photographs plastered on my wall of him and I. I pull them off one by one and put them in my keepsake trunk. I wish it was me that made him happy.

2 years later

“Hey! Long time no see!” I hear. Looking around I see a woman, around my age with light brown hair and blue eyes, had said.

“Liliana?” I gasp.

“Hello, love. How are you? I’ve missed you!” She exclaims, giving me a hug in which I return happily.

“I’m alright. How are you? How’s everything going?” I ask, smiling.

“It’s been pretty good. These past few years have been a lot better than it has been in a while.” She smiles, seeming genuinely happy.

“That’s great! I’m really happy for you.”

“So, what have you been up to since you left?” She asks, kind of nervously playing with her hair-tie to see if it was still a sore subject.

“Once I moved to NYC, it was rough starting off. After everything, I was a disaster. But, eventually I opened up my gallery with a friend and we’ve done pretty well so far. I think anyway.” I smile.

“What? That’s amazing! You’ll have to show me some of your work! Maybe I can get one to ha-”

“Sorry to cut in, but I need my girlfriend for a second.” A familiar face cuts in and smiles at me.

“No way.” I smile, wider than I thought possible, “Chan?”

“Hey, it’s been a long time.” He says, smiling but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“How long have you 2 been together?” I ask, astonished.

“Um… About a year and a half.” He says, smiling and wrapping his arms around her.

“That’s awesome. I’m really happy for you guys.”

“Thanks.” Liliana says, smiling widely, “Well, I guess I’ll be back in just a few. We can finish catching up then?”

“Definitely.”

They take off to wherever Chan needed her and I look around at the room full of people. A high school reunion shouldn’t make you this nervous. I guess that’s what you get when you only had a handful of friends in a sea of people back in high school.

I spot the drink bar and walk towards it, maybe something over there will save me from being lonely.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks. I look at everything and decide against it, I have to drive back to my parent’s house later.

“Just a sprite, thanks.” I smile. He nods, leaving for a split second to retrieve it.

“I’d never thought I’d see you back here again.” I hear in my ear and freeze.Why….

Turning around, I see Donghun… The same gorgeous man he was 2 years ago, except he had medium platinum hair and wore a suit.

“Hello, Donghun.” I smile slightly, trying to hide the pain I feel looking at his big brown eyes.

“It’s nice to see you again, Anya.” He smiles and looks down anxiously.

“You too. How have you been?” I ask, realizing I might get a hateful response.

“I’ve actually been okay. Better than I was. How about you?”

“I’m alright. It’s been a rough couple of years, but they’re finally getting better.” I say, truthfully.

“Yeah. I get that. What are you doing in NYC?” He asks.

“I have an art gallery up there with a friend.” I smile.

“That’s really great. I’m glad you found something that makes you happy.” He says looking down at the ground again. I feel the stab in my heart and my breath hitches. I regain composure before he looks back up, but the tears are wanting to form.

“Yeah, it’s helped.” I say, “What about you?”

“I mean, we just got back from tour last week, so it’s been rough trying to fix my jet lag… but I’ve been steadily busy.”

“Tour? Are you serious? That’s so awesome!” I smile, really happy for him.

“Yeah. We got signed about 6 months after everything happened.” He smiles but sadly.

“That’s so awesome though. I’m really happy for you. Truly, I am.” I smile at him.

“Anya! There you are.” Liliana smiles, dragging Chan behind her.

“I didn’t leave yet, don’t worry. Plus, you know there’s only one hotel in town.” I chuckle at her.

“That’s true.” she laughs.

“I’ll leave you two to talk, is that okay with you Lil?” Chan asks.

“Yeah, you know where I’ll be.” She smiles, looking up at him and kissing his cheek.

“That’s fine. Donghun, you want to join me with the other guys?” He smiles at his friend.

“Yeah, sure.” He replies then turns to me, “Catch up with you later?”

“Sure.” I smile and they head to find their friends.

I sit and catch up with Liliana for a while, talking about life in a bigger city and what has changed since I’d moved. We talk about good and bad, things in between, and make plans to hang out outside of here tomorrow afternoon. By that time, Chan came to find her and take her home since she had to work in the morning.

Saying their goodbyes, I grab my purse and jacket so I can head out as well.

“Goodnight, Anya.” Donghun says as I pass him walking out to my car.

“Goodnight Donghun.” I smile at him.

Arriving at the small hotel, I open the door and collapse on the bed and pass out from exhaustion. When I wake up the next morning, I notice I never took my makeup off…

“Geez. I need a shower. I look awful.”

Looking at the clock, I notice it’s almost one. I check my phone and Liliana messaged, asking if around 3 this afternoon was a good time to meet up. I text out the short reply and get up to take a shower.

Lil and I met up right at 3, at the cafe beside the hotel.

“Hey! Over here.” I say, waving at her to get her attention.

“Oh! Hey! There you are.” She smiles.

“Yeah, sorry. It was the only table open when I got here.”

“No that’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“How was work?” I ask.

“It was hectic but okay. We’re normally not very busy, but today we were swamped.” She explains.

“Dang, I hope it doesn’t happen again.” I smile, hoping she’s taking care of herself properly.

She only nods and smiles. Catching up on even more stuff, it’s past six p.m…

“Shoot, I have to go, I told Chan I’d be there to drop his bag off at practice in fifteen minutes.”

“Aw, dang that sucks!” I frown.

“Yeah, how much longer are you staying?”

“I leave out in a few days. I can stay longer if necessary but nothing crazy, like a month.” I laugh.

“Dang, thought I could get you back for good.” She smiles, “Do you maybe want to go drop the bag off with me?”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Yeah, for sure.” She replies.

Getting in the car, we drive for about ten minutes and pull up to an old studio. It was bringing back some memories that I don’t know if I want.

The dance lessons by Donghun, the cake fight with everyone and this… this is where I said goodbye…

We get out and head inside to the practice room, noticing everyone huddled around a piece of paper. I reach up and knock on the door and wonder if they’d heard me.

“Hey guys, come in! Thank you baby.” Chan says, acknowledging us and kissing Liliana on the forehead. I feel a twinge of longing seeing that. I quickly push it away before it causes any more damage.

“Hey, Anya!” Sehyoon says, looking up and sidestepping the others to give me a hug.

“Hey Sehni!! It’s so nice to see all of you again.” He smiles at me as do the others.

"Yeah! I'm glad you stopped by." Jun smiles.

"I hope you guys have been taking care of yourselves." I smile.

"They have or at least I think they have." Lili smiles, "considering I try to cook for them often and bandage their injuries,” She says and they all look at Chan… “What? She’s clumsier than I am, okay?” He groans.

She smiles and adds, “Also, I put cookies in Yuchan's bag."

"Sweet!" I hear Chan say, breaking free from her to go grab a cookie.

Someone lightly brushes past my arm and I look up to see that it's Donghun.

"Hey Donghun! Lil brought cookies." Byeongkwan says with his mouth full of cookies.

"You better save me one." He says, glaring at Jun. Sehyoon takes a cookie out and sits it on a napkin for this friend.

"Thanks." Donghun smiles.

"Hey, I'll be right back," I smile, looking outside. Liliana nods and I step outside to get some fresh air. Sitting down and leaning up against the building, I rest my head back and close my eyes to think. You shouldn’t be here. It still hurts just as much. He doesn’t want you here either. It’s just an open wound.

“Are you okay?” I hear beside me. Opening my eyes, I see Donghun eyeing me.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I say, hoping he walks back inside. Instead, he sits beside me against the wall, turning his head to look at me.

“What is it?” He asks.

“It’s nothing.” I say, my cheeks going red.

“Anya, you are such a horrible liar.” He states, “Why’d you come back?”

I look up at him, shock written on my face and not sure how to answer, “What do you mean? I came back for the reunion.” I say, confused.

“Okay.” He says.

“I did, Donghun. I missed my dad as well.”

“Are you seeing anyone there? I know you said you had a friend who owns the gallery with you.”

“No, I’m not. That’s all he is. Just a friend and quite frankly, he’s not my type. What about you?” I smile, nudging his shoulder.

“Nah, I tried a few more times after you.” He sighs, continuing, “Nothing short of complete failures within a week.. I decided to just give up and work on my career.”

“I’m sorry.” I say, feeling the pain of that day weigh on me again.

“Don’t be. I needed a kick to get my life on track. I was so absorbed in working that I neglected the one thing that was perfect.” He says, getting quieter as he speaks.

“Your dreams came true though.” I try to smile, but it just didn’t feel right.

“One of them did, not the biggest one.” He says, looking at me with a tear sliding down his cheek.

“Donghun, I-” I had no words.

“Don’t worry about it. You did what you had to. I get that. I’m really sorry that I was that way. Nothing’s been the same without you.” Wiping his eyes with his shirt, he tries to stand up.

I place my hand on his arm, “Wait. Please?”

“What is it?” He asks, leaning back.

“You know that’s never how I wanted our lives to be.” I choked out.

“I know. It wasn’t your fault.. I just didn’t realize what I had, until it was gone… Did your dad tell you I tried to come by the house two days after that? I was going to quit. I’d have given it all up for you, but you’d already left.” He says, looking into my eyes, “You are my happiness. It’s not the same without you, I’m not the same.”

I feel tears running down my face now, “Really? You-” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Yes.”

“I’ve never moved on. Not since you.. I haven’t even tried.” I say, quietly. His eyes grow wide and I hide my face in my hands, embarrassed to admit it outside of my head.

“Anya? Why?”

“You were my entire world, Donghun. It hurt so bad that day that I couldn’t deal without your love. I closed up. I’ll never let anyone in like that again.”

“Give me another shot.”

“What?” I ask, thinking I misheard him. He leans closer to me, tears still falling from both of our eyes.

“Let me show you how much I still care, my love. Give me a second chance, please?” He pleads and places his hand on the back of my neck and gently pulls me in close to kiss me. The salt ridden tears not making any difference, I kiss him back.

He pulls back, breathing heavily and smiling, “Always and forever?”

“You and me.” I smile, kissing him again.

#a.c.e #acewriters #donghun #ace donghun #lee donghun

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sometimes-sleeby-octopus · 4 years

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Time for sleepy night night!

I gotta figure out what that’s from

For all I know, it could be a horror movie thing :’3

Anyways, Goodnight lovelies!!! I love y’all lots! I hope you have sweet dreams and a wonderful tomorrow! You are awesome and epic hoomans :D

Make sure to take care of yourselves! Water, rest, time to yourself, etc etc!

Sleep well! See ya tomorrow! <3

:3333

#Goodnight Lovelies #💘💕💓❤️❤️💕💖❤️💕💘

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spookyold-saintjm · 5 years

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Care

Javier Peña x female reader

| Part 2 | | Part 3 |

Warnings: language, brief drinking/smoking, mentions of death, violence, and drug use, conversations about/implications of sex, reader is high. It’s mutual pining and jealousy, ladies.

Word Count: 1.5k

Series Summary: You and DEA Agent Javier Peña, friends and work partners, share one night together after a particularly intense assignment, but return to life as normal. Or so you thought, until one night Javier catches a potentially unreliable and dangerous informant leaving your apartment.

a/n: I told myself I wouldn’t do this but here we are. Inspired both by my own idiot mind along with some stuff from @spacedadheadcanons‘s blog, which is one of my favorites atm and you should follow them immediately. Anyways, I might post a part two if anyone ends up being interested in this one. x

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Javier sighed, finally letting his shoulders slump as he reached into his pants pocket for the key to his apartment. It was late, later than he’d anticipated getting home, but it had been yet another night that he’d been kept him trapped at the embassy, sitting through meetings and sifting through reports so long that his eyes had started to cross.

He’d turned his key into the lock and pushed the door halfway open when he heard a the click of your own apartment door opening across and a couple spots down the hall. You’d been the lucky one, getting out of the office an hour once you’d finished your work, and sped off with hardly a goodbye.

Instinctively curious as to why you’d be heading out of your apartment at that hour, Javier turned his head to peer down the hallway…and froze at what he was seeing.

You were half-dressed and holding your door open as a tall-dark haired man covered in tattoos slipped a large coat over his arms and tossed its wide hood over his head to conceal his features, dulled by alcohol or god knows what else. You leaned in to mutter something in his ear, which he responded to with a curt nod and a creeping grin before shoving his hands into his pockets and heading down the hall, his pace casual but with an obvious air of do not fuck with me.

Javier hadn’t missed the silver glint of a pistol tucked into his pants before he’d slipped on the coat, and he definitely caught the distinct smell of something that was most certainly not cigarette smoke permeating the air in the hallway as the man passed him, purposely keeping his head slightly ducked down on his way out of the building. Javier’s eyes followed the man until he was completely outside of the apartment, letting the entrance door thud shut behind him.

His head immediately whipped back the opposite direction, toward you. But you had already vanished from sight, knowing what was about to happen.

He was at your door and knocking in seconds.

“Vete, Peña,” your muffled voice called from inside.

He let out a frustrated sigh and tried the doorknob, even though he knew you’d locked up behind you. “y/n, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Javier’s hand slipped as you swung the door open. “Not this time,” you answered with a grimace.

He couldn’t help but blink back at your appearance up close. The white shirt you’d worn to work that day hung loose around your body, fully unbuttoned and revealing a slip of the bra you wore underneath. You’d at least managed to slip on a pair of sleep shorts, and though it was a rare occasion that the full length of your bare legs was on display Javier could have cared less. He was instead focused on the tell-tale redness in your eyes, the way they didn’t entirely focus on him as you looked back at him, the uncharacteristic, weightless air of your posture.

Javier’s throat tightened, hands clenching into fists as his eyes narrowed at you. “Jesus, you’re high.”

“You gonna call the cops on me?” You shrugged.

You were backing up then, as Javi let himself into your apartment and shut the door behind him. “This isn’t funny, y/n. You’re high and, what, you're fucking our informants now?”

You slumped down onto your couch, picking up the half-finished bottle of beer you’d left sitting on the coffee table and let it roll between your fingers.

“You’re going to give me hell for who I’m fucking?” You snorted as you looked back up at Javier, who stood at the end of the couch with his arms crossed. You reached for an unopened bottle from the table, then held it out to him with your free hand. When he didn’t budge, you shrugged and leaned to place it back where you’d found it.

“Not—” Javier sighed in frustration, reaching to ruffle a hand through his hair. “This isn’t the same thing. We still don’t know if he’s entirely trustworthy.”

“You don’t trust him?” you asked. You tipped your head back to rest on the couch as you finished off the remainder of your drink. “I think he’s right about…most everything.” You tossed the empty bottle to the couch cushion next to you, and let and long, heavy breath escape your lips as the room wavered around you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d gotten high, obviously not the smartest move with your current position and the nature of your job, but damn, did it feel just as nice as you’d remembered it.

Nice except for, of course, the fact that one of your coworkers had let himself in your home and was currently breathing down your neck about your sex life.

And you couldn’t even begin to understand why; it’s not like Peña was some virgin saint. In fact, just a couple weeks prior, he’d been the one between your sheets. It was a one-time thing, encouraged by a need for emotional release, a distraction, after a particularly bloody raid that had left you both a bit shaken. Neither of you had discussed it, him leaving your apartment later that night and the both of you returning to work as if nothing had happened.

Well, except for the fact that you’d been thinking about him in waves ever since. Not just because the sex was…well, it was Javi, and he knew what he was doing.

Maybe it was because sleeping with him only heightened your realization that you were almost always thinking about him in general, and had been since the first time you’d finally given in to his offers to go out for drinks with him after work, only a few months ago when you were still fairly new to the office. It had become a recurring habit, sometimes with Steve or others joining you but usually just the two of you. Neither one of you came to fight the drug war with any ties to hold you down, only yourselves and your dedication to your jobs. And as far as commitments go…well, that was about the only one Javier Peña held onto. You weren’t all too different, in that regard.

“‘Most everything' doesn’t cut it. Not now. You know damn well how dangerous he is. He knows where you live.”

Shit, was he still talking? You rubbed your eyes with the backs of your hands and sat up, resting your arms on your knees as you met his stare. He hadn’t even lit a cigarette yet, so this must have been more serious than you realized. A tense silence passed between you both.

“Fine, Javi. Fine. I’m sorry.” You stood up, the room briefly wobbling around you before you were able to steady yourself and take a step toward him. “I mean, what do you want me to say? It won’t happen again?”

Your question gave Javier pause. What did he want? It was already over with. It was just…hell, not only had you been a complete fool to let the guy into your apartment, but it wasn’t him. And for reasons that Javier couldn’t really figure out, reasons that ate away at him every time he saw you hunched over papers in concentration at your desk or when you laughed at his jokes or, worst of all, when any woman who wasn’t you was wrapped around him in his bed at some ungodly hour of the night, that was what truly got under his skin.

Javier let his hands drop at his sides again, his eyes scanning over your face. You were halfway coming down, at least. You’d feel like shit in the morning, since it was clear you weren’t exactly sober either, but at least you wouldn’t show up stoned out of your mind to work the next day.

“I just…be careful, okay?” his voice a low hum in your ears as he finally answered you. “Don’t get yourself into something that’ll get you killed.”

“Already did, when I took this job.”

You were fairly certain he was leaned in closer to you when he spoke again. “You know what I mean, y/n.” You felt his hand rest for a moment against your shoulder, before quickly slipping away to tuck into the pocket of his dark jeans.

Despite how annoyed you were with him for interrupting your night, you felt a tightening spread through your chest at his words. You tried to play off the unhinged surprise in your face as you replied.

“Watch it, Peña. Almost starting to sound like you care about me.”

Javier scoffed and shook his head through a tired smile, and the two of you mumbled goodnights to each other as he turned to leave your apartment. His hand briefly lingered on the doorknob, meeting your eyes a final time before he let the door click shut behind him.

He leaned back against your door, eyes floating up to the ceiling as he resisted the urge to turn back around and tell you everything. Instead, he only muttered the words to himself before returning to his apartment for the night.

“I do care."

| Part 2 |

#i'm really in deep now huh #fic: care #javier peña x reader #javier peña #javier peña x female reader

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