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icallhimjoey · 2 years

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Only Temporary

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joe needs a temporary living space, and you happen to have a spare room to let. One plus one equals two, baby.

CW / disclaimer: rpf (don’t read if this makes you uncomfy), fem!reader, swearing (lots), so far fluff only

Author’s note: this is the second part out of five. I'll maybe add onto the summary as the story grows, if it needs it. It's looking to be another slow burn (because I love those the most). We'll see! (rewrittern 14 nov 2023)

Wordcount: 5.1K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Big sigh.

It was always the same fucking issue. You contemplated why you even had a car to begin with at this point.

And yours sucked too, didn't seem to want to work when it had you behind its wheel for whatever reason.

Had you mentioned life being shit already?

You slowed down and idled along the tree-lined pavement. Leaning over your steering-wheel, top teeth tucked into your bottom lip, your eyes darted from side to side in your usual routine of looking for a parking space.

Coming back from visiting family, it was just past two in the afternoon, and you didn’t hold out much hope.

In all the years you’d lived in your flat, you’d never parked right outside it. It was always the same story, bumper-to-bumper all the way down your street.

You flung yourself back into your seat.

Shit.

You had to circle the block, probably about a dozen more times too, and then you’d probably still end up parking about a mile away, anyway.

You tried focusing on the positives. It would get your step count up, burn some extra cal-

Oh my God!

You almost missed a Range Rover pulling out of a parking space and you very nearly drove straight into it. You slammed the breaks and came to an abrupt halt. You looked up at the windscreen of the Range Rover and mouthed “Sorry,” at the driver.

It was him.

Your neighbour.

For a moment, you weren’t quite sure what to do, so you just sat there as he nodded a curt response, swerved around you, and roared off down the street.

Smooth.

You looked in your rear-view mirror and watched the grey swirls of fumes around his exhaust, listening to the noise of the engine as he accelerated away.

Typical.

You’d done it again.

Bumped into him like a complete idiot.

Depressed, you slumped over your steering-wheel and rested your forehead on the badge in the centre. You closed your eyes and replayed the last scene torturously in your head, the look he gave you as he drove off and- wait...

Hang on a fucking minute.

If he had just left, that meant…

There, where the Range Rover had just been parked, right opposite your flat, you saw what any resident of your street would describe as a modern-day miracle.

A parking space. *

“Do you think you have time for a quick trip to Zara? Help me buy something to wear for my date tomorrow?” your flight attendant friend had only just landed and had to make most of her time at home before she’d be jetting off again.

Only getting so many chances to see her, you’d given her a key ages ago so she could let herself in if you were still getting wine at the corner shop. Because when she was over, it was always wine o’clock, no matter the time of day.

“Afraid I’m busy later,” you knew a quick trip to Zara wasn't really a thing, as it would always lead to more visits to more shops and you didn’t have the time for it today.

“Too busy for Zara?” you friend was incredulous. “But there’s a sale on.”

“I know, but my new flatmate’s moving in today,” you explained.

“Ooh?" She immediately perked up. "Tell me more.” Folding her arms, she primed herself for more information.

“He saw the room on Saturday and was going to move in yesterday, but he had work? I don’t think he had work, but... it was... something, I don't know.”

“It’s a he?” your friend raised her eyebrows with interest.

“You can’t- do not test-drive my flatmate,” you warned her, stopping her in her tracks.

She looked at you indignantly.

“The thought never even crossed my mind.”

Now it was your turn to raise your eyebrows.

“Okay, fine, it crossed. But now it’s crossed back again,” she protested, waving her glass of wine around. “So, what’s he like?”

“He’s…” you had to think of a second. “He’s got brown eyes... um... shit, that’s all I know about him.” You confessed, realising you told him not to leave the toilet seat up, but hadn’t asked him anything about himself.

“I guess I’ll find out later,”

“Do you need me as a chaperone? Your personal sidekick?”

“I’ll be fine, thanks,” you did a mental time-check. Maybe if your friend would leave in an hour, you still had time to blow-dry your hair straight.

You caught yourself.

Jesus.

This wasn’t a date.

“Is that really safe?” warned your friend. “He could be a murderer.”

What she really meant was, he could be a single murderer.

“I doubt it. He seemed really nice,” you said, having seen right through her concerned-friend act. “Eddie liked him.”

Your friend gasped and looked around to see if she could spot him. Eddie disliked your best friend with fierce passion.

“That fucking bitch of a cat,” she started, but steered back within a second. “I think I should stay. Safety in numbers and all that.” She persevered.

“Yea but also, two’s a company, three’s a crowd,” you added.

“Well, it’s up to you. If you want to risk being chopped up into little bits and pieces, and placed into Tupperware boxes in your fridge... there's no lock on your bedroom door, you know,”

Sigh.

Fine.

You gave in.

“All right, all right. You can stay for dinner. He’ll be moving in soon after.”

Her face split into a huge grin and she stretched out both arms, hands with wiggly fingers, which you reached for and you let her giddily grab your arm.

“But please, no making a fuss,” you warned.

“A fuss? Me?” she instantly let go of you and clutched her ample chest, looking at you in hurt astonishment.

“Trust me, you won’t even know I’m here still.”

That evening, you watched as you best friend sucked in her stomach and reached for a bottle of wine, showing you her underwear as she leant forward.

“Any more wine?” her underwear had a little diamond heart on it, and you had the urge to twang it, like a catapult.

“It’s Joseph, right?” she pouted, her lips slick with lipgloss.

“Joe. It’s um... yea, it's just Joe,”

“If you insist. Any more wine, just Joe?”

The three of you were outside in the garden. It was one of those warm summer evenings when there wasn’t a breath of wind. The air was scented with a cocktail of jasmine, lavender and the sausages from your next-door neighbour’s barbecue - wouldn't a barbecue be fucking great to have? - and you had music playing on the little portable speaker balanced on the window ledge. You even lit a bunch of little tea lights and placed them around the shrubbery, which took forever as they kept going out and burning your fingers. It was worth the effort though, they really transformed your garden.

You glanced around and felt a glow of pleasure. In retrospect, you didn’t know why you’d been so nervous. Everything had turned out just fine.

Well, not everything.

As your eyes rested on your friend, who was wiggling around the table with her bum still stuck out, you felt a lump of irritation in your throat and flicked your eyes over her shoulder, all shimmery with body glitter, and watched as Joe lit another cigarette.

He had turned up with his things – a rucksack and a book bag – a couple of hours ago. When he had dumped both on his bed, he’d kicked off his shoes and dug out a packet of camel blues from his jacket.

He did mention something about another piece of luggage coming in later, as he had to take public transport and didn’t want to struggle on his way over.

He could take two trips.

From where?

You weren’t sure.

“Mind if I have a smoke outside?” he had asked, padding barefoot into the back garden.

“Please, make yourself at home,” you’d called after him somewhat redundantly as he’d already stretched out on a sun-lounger with Eddie purring in his lap.

Well, you couldn’t just leave him there, could you?

As his landlady, weren’t you supposed to be grandly welcoming him into your home and make him feel at ease?

But your ability to make small talk had completely abandoned you, so you hovered around for a bit, fiddled with things that didn’t need fiddling with, made a comment on the smell of barbecue being the best smell there was, to which Joe agreed, and then thanked your best friend for tottering in and taking over.

She had stepped out with two bottles of Pinot Grigio and a corkscrew, and had taken control of the conversation in full flight attendant mode.

“So, what brings you over?” she was now asking flirtily. “Business, or pleasure?”

“Business,” Joe answered in such a way that either he hadn’t noticed you best friend was flirting, or if he had, he was politely ignoring it.

“But before I bore you with any details, you’ll have to excuse me a moment,” he turned to you and asked where the bathroom was. A question you knew was only asked to be polite; your flat was small, and he’d seen where the bathroom was.

“Second on the left,” your friend chimed in before you could answer.

As soon as Joe had disappeared, you turned to your friend.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you hissed furiously.

“Breaking the ice,” she simply said, all wide-eyed and innocent.

It didn’t fool you for a minute.

“Breaking the ice is asking someone about the weather,” you gasped. “What happened to, ‘trust me, you won’t even know I’m here still’?”

Taking a slug of wine, she sloshed it around her mouth for a moment, swallowed, then looked at you sheepishly.

“Okay, I’ll admit I’ve been a bit flirty.”

“A bit?”

Lies.

“Oh, come on. I just thought in case my date for tomorrow doesn’t work out, you know. It’s always good to have a plan B.”

“My flatmate’s your plan B?” you said indignantly, feeling suddenly protective of Joe, possessive even.

“Well, why not? You don’t fancy him.”

True. But–

“Oh, shit. You don’t, do you?” her face froze. “I didn’t know! If I had thought for a moment–”

“No, of course I don’t.” you protested hotly. “It’s just…” you trailed off sighing.

You didn’t know the end to the sentence you’d started.

Then, your friend leant over and squeezed your hand and said, "I know. I’m sorry," in understanding. "Maybe I have come on a bit strong."

“A bit strong?” you grinned ruefully. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring your aromatherapy oil.”

“Who says I didn’t?” she laughed, and despite yourself, you couldn’t help but join in.

It was about an hour and a half later when you said goodbye to your friend at the door.

She was drunk, and her Uber was waiting so she had to scurry to keep her rating up.

The rest of the night had been fine, apart from the embarrassing questions your friend had thrown into the group. It had taught you that all three of you were single, which was nice to know, but outwardly asking the last time anyone had gotten laid wasn’t the best way to have gone about it, you thought.

Your friend telling Joe about your neighbour that you had feelings for but had yet to have a decent conversation with wasn’t fantastic either. You'd immediately denied everything of course, said your friend was drunk and didn't know what she was on about, but the flush of your cheeks had given you away entirely.

Luckily, Joe had been a real gentleman about it and hadn’t pressed it any further.

Back in the garden you saw Joe was gathering up the glasses and empty bottles. When he stepped inside and placed everything down on the kitchen counter, you hovered in the kitchen for a moment.

“Night then,” you said eventually.

“Yea, night.”

Another pause.

“You can use the bathroom first, if you like,” you offered politely.

“No, it’s okay, you go ahead. Ladies first.” he replied, equally polite.

“No, please, you’re the guest.”

“Honestly, it’s fine.”

Backwards and forwards it went, like tennis, until finally you won, and he disappeared into the bathroom with his toothbrush.

You went into your bedroom and started to undress, pulling off your T-shirt and jeans and tugging on your old tartan pajamas. When you turned to the mirror you saw that the elastic had perished at the waistband, so your butt looked all baggy as if you were wearing a nappy.

You froze at the sight of yourself.

There was no way you were going to be wearing those ever again.

Stripping them off and chucking them onto the floor, you yanked open your drawers, searching for another pair of pajamas you knew were in there, but you could only find the top.

Were you going to be walking around in your bare legs with your thighs out for Joe to see?

Was this the type of flatmate you were going to be?

Next door you could hear taps being turned on and off, teeth being brushed, the toilet flushing, a plug being pulled out and the basin draining. Any minute now it was going to be your turn, and you were going to have to make it from your bedroom to the bathroom without being seen.

When you heard the lock turn, you waited a second and pressed your cheek against your doorframe to peer through the crack. You could see a letterbox of light, floorboards, and your fern, which... shit, that desperately needed watering.

No sign of Joe.

Good.

With a flush of relief, you eased open your door and tiptoed bravely into the hall, bare thighs out and all.

This was your flat, after all.

You could have your thighs out a second.

Especially if no one was actually going to see them.

Turning into the bathroom, you shrieked.

“Oh, sorry. Did I scare you?”

Joe was still in there.

“Jesus Christ, yes – I mean, no – no, it’s okay,” clutching your chest, you tried to catch your breath. Which is when it dawned on you that Joe was naked but for a pair of checkered boxers.

Not that you meant to look.

“Oh, by the way, you never did say why you were visiting,” you blurted, in an attempt at casual chit-chat as you reached for your toothbrush.

You caught yourself eyeing Joe in the mirror, which wasn’t difficult to do when he was just standing there still, all naked flesh and muscle.

Joe saw you look.

Shit.

Eyes straight ahead.

Stop staring.

Your eyes shot down where you saw Eddie, twirling around Joe’s legs, tail up high, waiting and wishing for some attention.

You and me both, you thought.

“I didn’t?” Joe wrung out a facecloth you hadn’t noticed he was holding. Just like you hadn’t noticed that the bathroom was spotless.

No toilet seat left up, no soggy towel on the floor and or bristles on the soap. Huh.

“I’m here for my job, we’re on location for a bit, and it’s near here,”

“Oh, really?” you said vaguely, throwing him your best smile of approval.

Love a man with a job, you know, especially now that you didn’t have one.

You then reached for the toothpaste and noticed that the top was screwed on properly. Overcome with the warm glow of satisfaction, you knew you’d made the right decision of having Joe move in. You were going to get on great.

“What kind of job?”

Picking up his clothes as he walked out of the bathroom, Joe then went and spoiled it all by telling you something you really didn’t want to hear.

“I’m an actor.”

Well...

Shit.

A few days later you were stood in the hallway and watched Joe rehearse lines in his bedroom through the gap in the door, script in hand and all.

You clamped your hands over your mouth to suppress a groan.

Maybe it wasn't entirely fair to Joe, but your ex-boyfriend had been an actor, and everything about it had been awful.

The cockiness.

The dramatics.

The impossible work hours, and the selfishness that came with them.

“I know it's your birthday, and you've had this trip planned for months, but I've been invited to an award show, I'm going to have to cancel.”

Okay, asshole.

Add the climbing up social ladders you weren’t interested in and the feigned importance over people with bad personalities.

And the namedropping?

Ugh.

Just, that whole world?

So pretentious and absolutely awful.

A floorboard beneath your feet creaked. Shit. He was going to come out of his bedroom and catch you there. Spying.

You weren’t spying, though.

You just got home from shopping with your best friend and happened to be walking past, you thought frantically as you dove into the bathroom to avoid being caught.

You locked the door and turned on the taps.

So, you hated actors.

But you didn’t hate Joe.

On the contrary, he was a really nice guy and he even put the top on the toothpaste, you reminded yourself with satisfaction as you eyed it on the sink.

“Hello?” There was a polite knock on the door, and Joe’s voice. “Are you in there?”

“Yes,” you replied, startled. “Sorry, are you waiting? I won’t be a minute!” Worried your cover was about to be blown, you clanked around with the soap-dish to add a bit of realism.

“No, it’s fine, take your time. But when you’re finished, come outside to the garden.”

“The garden?” you mouthed at your reflection, wondering what Joe was up to.

“I’ve got a surprise,” Joe then added.

You took a few more minutes to fix up your hair and make-up, might as well, since you were in there, before emerging tentatively and padding down the hallway barefoot.

You were racking your brain for a possible answer as to what the surprise could be, so you could be prepared for it when, suddenly, a funny smell distracted you...

You sniffed the air curiously as you walked into the kitchen.

It was almost as if something was burning.

As the idea struck, you hurried to glance through the patio doors into the back garden.

It was full of smoke.

Oh, shit.

Panic set in.

Your house was on fire!

Did you remember to pay the household insurance? You knew it was on your list of things to do.

Frantically, you started looking around the kitchen.

You need something like– something like a jug.

A large glass jug of lilies sat in the middle of the table, so you grabbed it, dumped the flowers in the sink and dashed outside, water slopping over the edge.

Grey smoke was billowing from behind the glass of the opened patio doors.

Shit, shit, shit.

Vaulting over the step, you spun ‘round the side, your fingers slipping on the wet glass as you swung it back with all your might.

Only there weren’t any flames.

Just Joe.

“Tah dah!” He threw him arms wide and grinned as he saw you, but it was too late.

Like a pendulum, the vase had swung, which meant it also had to swing back.

Suddenly everything was happening at once, but it was as if someone had slowed the time right down and you were watching it on film. The water swooshing out of the vase, soaring through the air like a huge wave, every droplet magnified as Joe’s face came into shot and began its journey through a remarkable range of emotions – from happiness, to confusion, to open-mouthed shock as the water eventually hit him square in the face.

And then, you were back in normal time.

You saw Eddie scurry away, wet tail and all.

Joe, totally drenched, was standing there, dripping, blinking, gasping.

Still handsome, you thought.

“Um… what the fuck?”

“Oh, shit,” you muttered as you watched him wipe his wet face and hair with his apron.

Apron?

Joe was wearing your frilly apron over a white shirt. And he was holding tongs in one hand and a packet of sausages in the other, standing in front of a shiny metal object that looked suspiciously like…

“A barbecue?” you blurted.

“It’s a housewarming gift – well, for my housewarming. I thought you might like it, seeing as you mentioned you liked the smell...”

As he was speaking, you glanced down at his feet and noticed he was now standing in a puddle of water.

“But if I’d known I was going to get that reaction, I might have stuck with a scented candle.” Joe scrunched his nose.

“Shit,” was all you could muster.

Joe tipped his head and shook it like a dog, spraying you with drops of water. Not on purpose, you reasoned, stepping back so he didn’t drench you in the process.

“I’m so sorry, I thought something was burning.”

“It was the sausages,” Joe paused and looked at your facial expression.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” and the embarrassment on his face only made yours grow deeper.

“No! No, it was a great idea!” you protested. “I mean, it is a great idea. I love the barbecue, and I love sausages.”

Enthusiastically you grabbed a fork and leant over him to pluck a charred object from the grill. For a moment your bravery wavered, but then you smiled cheerily at Joe in a bid to save the situation.

He smiled back interestedly.

Backed into a corner, unwilling to lose face, you forced yourself to take a bite.

“Mmmh,”

Joe watched you with what you could swear was a glimmer of amusement.

“I wasn’t sure how long to cook them.” He confessed.

“Mmmh, mmh,” you continued as you began to chew.

Shit.

Pain shot through a back molar as you bit down hard on a tough bit. This wasn’t what sausages were meant to taste like.

“Yea? Is it good?”

“Delicious,” you replied, covering your mouth, and swallowing with great difficulty.

Free of your penance, you breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived.

“Great, have another,” with the tongs Joe popped a few more onto a plate and held it out to you. “There’s plenty.”

“Erm, no, thanks. I’m fine for now.”

But he insisted.

“Oh, come on, it’s my treat.”

Treat? This was torture.

“Eat it.” Joe then said, a whole lot more stern than you were used of him. You weren't sure if you were at the stage of friendship for that tone of voice to be acceptable.

You struggled to smile as you took the plate, wondering if there was a way to distract him so you could quickly hide the sausages in the shrubbery.

“Great, thanks,” you stammered, at which point, Joe burst into laughter. A loud belly laugh, making him throw his head back first before bending over, followed by a loud snort as he took a breath.

You were astonished.

“That face,” he doubled up, his hand slapping himself in the chest as he laughed.

“That careful bite,” Joe mimicked you, and you tried not to smile, but it was impossible.

“You bastard,” you muttered, mouth twitching.

“Can you blame me? You threw a big vase of foul-smelling water at me!”

You started giggling at the memory.

“I guess that just about makes us even,” Joe held out his hand for you to high-five.

Feebly you brought your hand up and then down against his.

“For now,” you couldn’t help adding.

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talesfromthesnogbox · 1 year

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How can I sleep when you're running through my mind?

Summary: The Steddie ASMR youtuber AU you never asked for!

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 13,135

Notes: I wanted to read an ASMR AU, couldn't find one, made one myself ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Hope you like it! Sidenote if you're not a regular ASMR viewer, it's not TYPICALLY as horny as Steve makes it to be...

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🎤👑🎧

“Alright my little rockstars, I hope you guys liked today’s video, and as always, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite, I’ll see you in the next one.”

Steve sighed and closed the tab with Eddie Whispers video. He was his all time favourite creator, with his soft, fluffy hair, and gentle eyes. Eddie was a smaller creator on Youtube, not much of a following just yet, but he was severely underrated, and Steve found himself for the first time ever, actually experiencing the sensations he hoped he gave other people.

“Finished with your pre-game rituals already?” Robin asked him, crossing her arms.

“Yup, just gonna fix the headphone hair and I’ll be ready to go in five?”

Robin rolled her eyes but moved forward into his room anyways. “Copy that. Which mic are we using today?”

“Probably the Yeti? Oh! Actually they sent me that new 3Dio to try, maybe I do the trigger word one today and film the thigh one tomorrow?” Steve stopped in his tracks holding his ‘outfit’ for filming, seemingly stuck between two pairs of ungodly short shorts. He looked to Robin for advice.

“I’m sorry, the thigh one?”

“Yeah, I told you about it yesterday. You know, the fabric scratching one?”

Robin looked at him like he had three heads. “Fabric scratching? With what fabric, those are practically non-existent.” She rolled her eyes “You really are a whore.”

“Whatever, mom, it gets me views, and pays our bills so I don’t really care.”

Steve had kinda started doing ASMR by accident a few years ago with Tommy Hagan of all people. The two of them had posted some stupid senior prank video to a throwaway channel online, part of it being them hiding in a closet and whispering to the camera while they waited for chaos to ensue. Somehow, it got views, and a lot of the comments were about Steve and how nice his voice sounded when he whispered. Then of course, ASMR blew up on the internet, so he started his own channel shortly after graduation.

It took him a few years to get it off the ground, but he was nearing the seven year anniversary of his channel and had just hit 3.5 million subscribers. Steve’s channel had started out pretty innocently, doing low-fi type videos with his headphone microphone before investing in his yeti, and that seemed to work, people liked it a lot. But then one day he’d filmed out by the pool, and his popularity skyrocketed. People went crazy for Steve. He knew he was good looking, had a relatively nice body, and great hair, but he didn’t realize people would be so into his ASMR KING alter-ego.

King Steve was everything that regular Steve had left in the past. He was cocky, overtly flirtatious and sexual, and sometimes just a little bit mean. King Steve often filmed with his shirt off, he took up as much space as possible, his muscular thighs spread wide, the camera angled low so they were on full display. He’d been called the “horniest ASMR youtuber” on more than one occasion, and honestly, he was pretty okay with that. ASMR made him feel good, and he liked the content he put out. Not that he’d ever watch anything like that…

When it came to what he liked to watch, it was all fairly tame. Anything Eddie put out on Eddie Whispers he’d watch, whether it be camera or mic brushing, or words of affirmation, or even role-play videos. He loved what Eddie did, how wholesome it was, and how good it made him feel. And it didn’t hurt that Eddie was easy on the eyes as well… his soft voice sounded familiar, he was great with accents and characters, hell he’d even watched some videos where he was just simply making up DnD character sheets (which Dustin was proud to hear).

Eddie’s videos had become part of his “pre-game” ritual as Robin liked to call it. He’d throw on an Eddie video, usually commenting something from his anonymous burner account for engagement, then suit up (or suit down rather) to film his own video once he was nice and loose and relaxed. Robin, being his tech girl, constantly ribbed him about it, knowing her friend was harbouring a crush on the guy, even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself. Besides, he was kinda right, Eddie’s videos were calming, and for some reason seemed to put Steve in the right headspace for his own online persona.

While Steve changed, Robin set up his mic and camera, making the executive decision that they were not going to be filming anything with his thighs out today. She checked the audio levels on the new mic, and made sure the lighting was okay before he came in to work his magic. Robin was far too squeamish to get into ASMR for her own enjoyment, but she didn’t mind doing the filming and editing for Steve. He paid her a good portion of the revenue from his videos, and always credited her and promoted her independent work on his channel. She’d started getting a small following of her own thanks to him, and he was even helping her finance a short film for the next year’s festival run. Steve was a good guy, and an even better friend, so it was a no brainer when he asked if she would help him with his channel.

“How’s this?” He asked, adjusting his hair from what he could see in the small monitor ahead of him.

“Well considering the angle, you look naked. Your chest hair is all out, Dustin is gonna tell you to shave it again.”

“Well Dustin is just jealous he’s a hairless cat.” Steve rolled his eyes and reached for a form-fitting tank top from behind him. “There, that better?”

“Much. So what’s the plan for this one then?” Robin settled into her spot at the computer to check the audio levels.

“Umm, new 3Dio mic test, probably a bunch of triggers.” Robin nodded and wrote out her outline so she could direct him from off camera as they rolled. “I’ll start with just some generic whispering, then maybe do a trigger word, one of my patrons has been asking me to do Fuck for a while now. And then maybe some ear touching and kissing sounds to round it all out?” He looked from the new set of ears in front of him to Robin, she expectedly looked disgusted. “Nothing new Robs.”

“I know, but your subs all need to get laid.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, well so do I.”

He made sure to put his phone on silent, but first, he needed to comment on Eddie’s video.

“All good to go over here, whenever you’re ready.” Robin called, hitting the record button on Steve’s camera.

He instantly smiled in the sultry way he only used for his videos, and peered down the barrel of the lens through his lashes. “Hey Dreamers…”

🎤🎸🎧

“Holy shit. Holy shit, Max wake up!” Eddie shook her awake from her nap.

“Ugh Eddie what the hell do you want, I was just getting comfortable.”

His eyes were wide as he stared at the notification. It wasn’t on a new video, the video was about two weeks old, but when he saw the verified check mark on the commenter’s name, he immediately clicked on the channel. ASMR KING had like 3.5 million subs, and he was watching Eddie’s video? And commenting on it?

Your voice is just so soothing, you had me relaxed from the moment you smiled. This was awesome dude, keep up the great work.

“The dude that commented is like… huge.”

“Eddie it’s not nice to—”

“No! Shut up, he’s got like over three million subs.” Eddie starred stunned at the number.

“O-kay, and I’m supposed to care because?”

“Because you’re like my little sister, and a little support here would be nice thank you very much!”

“Dork.”

ASMR KING had been pretty notorious among ASMR creators. It wasn’t that his stuff wasn’t good, but it wasn’t exactly the wholesome, family-friendly content Eddie put out. The stuff that Steve did on his channel never really spoke to Eddie, even when it popped up incessantly on his recommended videos. He was still staring at his phone in awe when he decided to grab his headphones and actually watch one of his videos.

The first thing Eddie noticed about King Steve was that he was hot as hell. Eddie always claimed he didn’t have a type, but this man was exactly Eddie’s type. Pretty, built, hairy, a little bitchy, could definitely keep up with Eddie’s quips. The video he clicked was just some simple little whispered story time, nothing crazy, but the thumbnail on the next one almost had him running to his room in fear of indecency.

Low camera angle, desk chair, short shorts, thighs spread, no shirt, smug smirk. Eddie could not care less about what the trigger was, nobody needed to look that sexy while trying to put people to sleep.

The second thing Eddie noticed about King Steve was that he tended to use a lot of gender neutral language. As Eddie clicked through his videos and hit a “Boyfriend helps you sleep” role-play, he realized Steve didn’t exclusively make these for girls. Most of the comments did seem to be coming from women (and a lot of them were kinda disgusting if he did say so himself), but the wording was fairly generic. He came across the same way the douchebag jocks he went to high school did, but could he be gay possibly?

Whatever, it didn’t matter to Eddie, Steve was just another hot, unattainable guy who happened to like his stuff.

It wasn’t until Eddie went back out of Steve’s profile that he noticed the notifications flooding in. Eddie’s modest five thousand subscriber count was suddenly closing in on 5300. He certainly didn’t have that many this morning. It must be from Steve’s following. He clicked the little “subscribe” button and looked him up on Instagram, following him there too before taking the plunge and writing him a message.

Eddie Whispers: Hey man, I just want to say thanks for commenting, I think some of your subs found me and followed, and I really appreciate it. It’s nice to see some of the heavy hitters helping out us little guys in the community <3.

🎤👑🎧

“So how does it sound?” No matter how many subscribers or views his videos got, Steve was always a little self-conscious right after filming. He didn’t exactly like his King Steve persona so he didn’t care about whether or not others would like that, but he did care about if he sounded good.

“Great actually, I think people will like the new mic.”

“Awesome, thanks Robs, I appreciate it.”

Steve left the room he’d designated for filming and editing so Robin could do her thing. It was nothing new for him to have a steady stream of notifications after having not checked his phone for a while, but when he saw the amount that included ‘replied to your comment on Eddie Whispers video’, he stopped in his tracks.

His burner account AlwaystheBabysitter had no subscribers, and his comment was purely positive, there’s no way anyone could have anything bad to say about it. He opened the notification and to his shock, he’d forgotten to switch accounts before commenting.

“Shit”, he whispered. There was nothing wrong with him commenting as himself, but King Steve was a persona, he had a reputation to uphold if you will. Even his Instagram and Twitter accounts were separate from his own private socials to keep it up for his followers, and King Steve would never comment on anything, let alone comment something that positive.

Shocker number two, Eddie Whispers started following him, on everything.

Shocker number three, Eddie Whispers had sent him a message on Instagram.

Steve’s heart thrummed in his chest as he read Eddie’s message to him. It was heartfelt, it was sweet, it was everything he normally was in all of his videos, and now, Steve was stuck with a dilemma.

Eddie was his favourite creator. He couldn’t just be his bitchy internet persona to him, especially not through a message, but would that change who he was in Eddie’s eyes if he didn’t?

“What’s wrong, dingus? Did Eddie Whispers slide into your DM’s or something?” Robin walked past him, taking a sip from her water bottle.

“Yeah, actually.”

Robin choked a little, water dribbling down her chin. “Wait, actually? I was just joking, holy shit.” She rushed to his side to see, and sure enough, Steve’s Instagram messages lay open, a message from Eddie Whispers glaring right at the top. “Hey man, I just want to say thanks for commenting, I think some of your subs found me and followed, and I really appreciate it. It’s nice to see some of the heavy hitters helping out us little guys—Steve holy shit. Are you gonna respond?”

Steve threw his hands up. “Well yes, obviously! But King Steve is an asshole. What if he hates me.”

“Why does it need to be from King Steve? Why can’t it be from regular old loser Steve we know and love?”

He shot her a look. “Well… I don’t know… shouldn’t I be who I am on camera?”

“You mean a horny dickhead? No. Just be yourself dude.”

“Right, myself, right. What if he doesn’t like me?”

Robin sighed and pushed his coiffed hair back. “You’re sending him a message saying hey, not proposing marriage doofus. Everyone loves you Steve, you’ll be fine.”

Steve smiled gratefully as she walked past him. He contemplated his next message, not quite knowing what to say, but wanting to talk to him anyways.

No sweat…

Anytime…

You’re welcome…

He shook his head and backspaced everything he’d written so far, nothing quite sounding right. He thought about what Robin said, and decided to just… speak from the heart.

ASMR KING: Of course dude, don’t even mention it. I’m happy they found your channel, you really do great work.

Steve closed his eyes and hit ‘send’ on the message, watching as the little ‘read’ receipt popped up a moment later.

Eddie Whispers: That’s kind of you to say! Although I don’t know your subscribers will really like my stuff, it’s all pretty vanilla.

He definitely wasn’t expecting Eddie to carry on the conversation, or even really know what he did. Steve figured Eddie followed him to be nice, but had he watched his stuff?

The sudden flow of self-consciousness burst through Steve again. His skin prickled with goosebumps, and his chest flushed hot at the thought of Eddie watching his videos, the sultry looks he’d throw at the camera, the suggestive triggers he’d do, god the one time he fully just sucked his fingers and called it a day. “We all know this is getting demonetized anyways, might as well go for it.” Did Eddie like that stuff, was he into it?

ASMR KING: Haha honestly I prefer watching stuff like yours than stuff like mine. My subs need a little bit of something to cool off every once and a while.

Eddie Whispers: I wouldn’t say that, your stuff is good! Look at the following you have, clearly people like it.

ASMR KING: They like it because they’re horny little shits :P

Eddie Whispers: Well… doesn’t hurt that you’re hot.

🎤🎸🎧

“FUCK!” Eddie swore and threw his phone across the room.

“Asshole! Shut up, you’ll wake Wayne.” He shot Max an apologetic look and went to retrieve his phone.

“What’s even your problem now? Did something happen with this YouTube guy again?” He twirled a piece of hair nervously, covering his mouth with the strand, a surefire tell of his that something had happened. “Well? Spit it out already.”

“I fucked up. I messaged him and he messaged me, and I maybe toldhimhewashot.”

Max stared at him, a disappointed look on her face. “You did what now?”

“Look Max, I’m weak okay, and I have no filter, you know this! So he said his followers were all horny little shits and I just… it just… came out I guess?”

“Well has he read it?”

Eddie glanced down, sure enough, the words ASMR KING is typing… appeared at the bottom of the screen. “Shit.”

Max laughed. “Congrats doofus. Let me see.”

He handed his phone over to her shamefully to let her scope out his Instagram page. She instantly snorted, this dude that he was all hot over was none other than Steve Harrington, Dustin’s babysitter extraordinaire. He’d carted her around a bit before Wayne took her in, drove her and the rest of the party around Hawkins, but weirdly enough, Eddie had never met him. He wouldn’t recognize him either having moved here shortly after graduation. Max knew he dabbled in YouTube, but had no idea he was this popular, or this… different than the kind, gentle man she knew him to be now. His Instagram wasn’t much better than his Youtube, if anything, it was more suggestive, and he wore less clothes. “You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re a snoop! We can both say obvious things about each other Mayfield.”

“Would hardly call it snooping if you handed me the phone, idiot.” She smiled knowingly, handing it back. “You’ve got a message waiting, loverboy.”

“Fuck.”

🎤👑🎧

“Robin! Robin shit I need help.”

“Who’s dying!” Robin flew into Steve’s room and grimaced at Steve’s once again shirtless form. “Dude, what are you, allergic to clothes?”

“Eddie said I’m hot.”

“And that couldn’t have waited until after you put a shirt on?”

Steve flopped down on his bed. “Can you stop being a useless lesbian for like two seconds and help me!”

“Well stop being a useless bisexual! I thought you liked Eddie.”

“Uh, yeah! I do! What do I say?”

She snorted. “Fuck if I know, you have more experience with men than I do.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled deeply. “Okay, okay, I’ve got it. Boot the camera back up, I’m filming another one.”

🎤🎸🎧

ASMR KING: Oh yeah, you think so? Well maybe I’ll have a special little treat for you later then. Stay tuned.

“Max, he’s gonna kill me.”

“Why, what’d he say?” She jumped off the couch to peer over Eddie’s shoulder. “Oh shit, yeah he’s gonna kill you.”

By the end of the day, Eddie still hadn’t heard from Steve. He was even a little disappointed to find their chat the same as it was the next morning. The anticipation was killing him, but he didn’t want to goad him on, so he sat and waited…

And then out of the blue that evening, he got a notification from Steve on Instagram.

ASMR KING: Hope you enjoy 😘

Eddie stood up quickly from the dinner table, depositing his dish in the sink. “Gotta go.”

Max, having seen the notification come through on his phone, gagged a little. “Gross, can’t even wait until after I’m done eating?"

“He’s hot and I’m single as fuck. So sue me.” Eddie jeered back. “Besides, it’s YouTube, how bad could it be?”

Turns out, it could still be pretty bad.

The thumbnail of the link he’d sent through looked innocent enough, just Steve at his desk with the 3Dio mic in front of him, smiling softly at the camera. But when he clicked through to the video, it was not at all what he was expecting.

Just like the video he’d seen yesterday, Steve was wearing next to nothing. Low camera angle, short shorts, thighs spread, no shirt, smug smirk. But this time, he was softer than he usually was. He wore glasses, his hair not so perfectly coiffed, and he had a bit of scruff that wasn’t there in previous videos, almost like he’d just woken up.

“Hey dreamers, I’ve got a proper video coming for you tomorrow, but I just wanted to get this one out there first for a special little rockstar.” Steve licked his lips and winked into the camera, and Eddie promptly melted. “It’s been brought to my attention that maybe my videos could be a little more… vanilla if you will. So this time, I’ll be giving myself some tingles as well as you. Just for a little bit, as a treat.”

Eddie’s jaw was practically on the floor as Steve moved the mic from side to side to catch both ears. The light scruff on his face brushed the mic every once and a while making a delicious scratching noise, it’s like he could feel Steve’s lips touching his ears, and the blood started rushing south.

“Now I know this little rockstar dreamer loves this trigger, because he’s used it before in his own videos. And actually, it’s one of my favourite triggers as well.” Steve pulled a fresh fluffy makeup brush from out of his pocket (drawing attention to the way his thick thighs looked in those tiny shorts). He moved closer to the camera, brushing the lens with the soft bristles a few times, then rolled back to his original position. “I know this is a little new for me to be doing, but I think you guys are really gonna like it.”

Steve started out fairly tame. He brushed over the ears of the mic softly, and Eddie felt his breathing slow and his eyes get heavy. He loved doing mic brushing himself, although he hated editing it because it usually just ended up with him falling asleep. Steve didn’t seem to do this ever on his channel, but Eddie thought he should incorporate it more often. It sounded great, he had the right pressure, the right timing, and the right equipment. He was quickly jolted out of his relaxed state with the sound of Steve’s voice, right in his ear.

“This is nice, right? Do you like that?” He sighed heavily, smacking his lips together a few times, a bit like a few light kisses. “Yeah, I bet that feels good. I know that feels good baby, I love when you do this to me.”

Eddie made a choked out sound, unable to conceal now just how much Steve’s video was affecting him. And it was only about to get worse.

Steve shot the camera a wicked smile as he switched his mic to a handheld lav. “I love doing this to me too.” He chuckled lightly and stroked his face softly with the brush. He closed his eyes in bliss, breathing lightly into the small mic, a smile donning his face. Then he moved lower, brushing over his neck and collarbone, pausing to spend some time there before dipping down to brush over his pecs and nipples, the bristles getting caught in his chest hair. He let out a breathy sigh, picked up softly by the mic at his chest, and if that wasn’t the most beautiful sound Eddie had ever heard…

Eddie’s heart was pounding, he felt like he was watching porn, too mesmerized by it to look away, but feeling like it was so intimate, knowing Steve made it just for him.

“Why don’t we bring you a little closer…” Steve rolled the chair up towards the camera again, puffing his chest out so his face was entirely out of the picture as he drew invisible lines across his pecs with the brush. “Love how this makes me feel, bet you love it too.” He whispered softly, his voice going husky. “But we can’t let you have too much of a good thing my little rockstar.”

Like the tease he is, Steve wheeled himself back, a bit, grinning like a madman. “Oh shit, I said that was gonna be more vanilla, didn’t I? Oops.” The video promptly cut to black.

“Fuuuuuck.” Eddie whispered, throwing his head back, trying to calm himself down.

“Eddie your boyfriend is a slut.” He barely heard Max call from the kitchen.

“Shut up Max!”

He pulled out his phone and opened his chat with Steve, staring blankly at the keyboard.

That was…

I seriously…

Eddie Whispers: Dude… what the fuck are you doing to me. Christ that was something else 🥵

🎤👑🎧

Steve posted the video almost instantly after he finished filming it, only taking a moment to chop off the head and tail, and leaving the rest uncut. Robin had requested to not be a part of it, and honestly he was a little glad for that request as he willed away the semi he was sporting. He’d been suggestive on his channel before sure, but he’d never attempted dirty talk until today. Something about Eddie just made him want to, knowing Eddie thought he was hot just egged him on. Filming that made him feel sexy, and powerful, and more confident than he had in a while, he just hoped his intended target audience of one liked it too. Once the upload was done, he sent Eddie a message with the link, grabbed his shirt, and left his studio.

“Your brush, thanks for letting me borrow it.” He handed Robin the makeup brush he’d borrowed for the task.

“Where’s it been first, dingus?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Robs I didn’t like stroke my dick with it, oh my god.”

She grimaced, but pressed on.

“I just… you know… brushed my face a bit, my chest—”

“Just keep it dude.”

“Alright, putting it in the studio then, thanks Robin.”

She closed the book she was reading and looked at him seriously. “Your child called while you were filming, says you need to call him back and that it’s urgent.”

Steve frowned. “Is he okay?”

“Dunno, sounded fine to me.”

“Shit.” He swore, grabbing his phone and calling Dustin. “Hey, Robs said it was urgent?”

“Steve! Finally! Yeah, Will is back from New York so you’re hosting a pool party for us tomorrow. Just wanted to give you a heads up.” The party hadn’t entirely parted ways once they graduated high school, Will just moved out the furthest of the kids to go to art school while the rest of them stayed pretty close. But now that they were graduating college, they’d be spreading out even further eventually.

“Oh, just wanted to give me a heads up? Okay buddy, how thoughtful, thanks.” He replied sarcastically. Steve was used to hosting the kids at this point, but he always gave Dustin a little shit for it when he did it without consulting him.

“You’re the best dude!”

“Yeah, whatever. But you’re all old enough now so you’re supplying your own alcohol and you can figure out how you’re getting home afterwards.” Steve knew full well the kids wouldn’t get that drunk, and he’d always offer them a place to stay if they needed it.

“Got it. People are coming around three so you better not be filming your weird whisper shit.”

“My weird whisper shit is what’s paying the bills right now dude, shut up. See you tomorrow.” He hung up and turned to Robin. “Well looks like we’re hosting a party tomorrow.”

“Fun, did your kids tell you that?”

Steve flipped her off, making sure she could see it. Only minutes passed before his phone lit up with a notification from Eddie, the smile crossing Steve’s face told Robin everything she needed to know about how he took the video.

“Slutty Steve worked?”

“Oh yeah, slutty Steve did exactly what he was supposed to.” Steve nodded, crafting a response to Eddie.

“And what exactly, pray tell, was he supposed to do to poor, unsuspecting Eddie?”

He stopped and looked up, confusion in his eyes. What was that supposed to do? Eddie had said he was hot, they said they liked each other’s work, but nothing else really happened from there. Worry crossed Steve’s face. Did he take it too far? Clearly Eddie was picking up what he was putting down, but what exactly did he want to put down?

“Dingus, did I lose you there?”

He shook his head, rattling the worry around inside his brain.

“No, no I’m fine. Shit, did I go too far?”

Robin rolled her eyes. “He liked the video, yeah?” He nodded. “Then what’s the problem? I can’t believe I’m telling you there’s nothing wrong with harmless flirting. I care about you dude, you’ve been alone for a while, maybe you deserve a little bit of fun.”

“Maybe?” He chuckled.

“Shut up I don’t do sappy! You were really excited when he messaged you, and it seems like he’s flirting, so flirt back!”

Steve nodded to himself. Robin was right. Eddie seemed to be into Steve’s flirting, and it’s not like they knew each other, they were just two internet personalities. They could flirt with each other in their DM’s, it’s fine. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Okay, yeah, you know what you’re right, what the hell.”

Eddie Whispers: Dude… what the fuck are you doing to me. Christ that was something else 🥵

ASMR KING: Christ? Nah you can just call me Steve 😉😘

ASMR KING: Sorry that was terrible, but I hope the video gave you tingles

ASMR KING: And I hope you liked it

ASMR KING: And I hope maybe it did some other things for you too…

🎤🎸🎧

Eddie’s jaw was on the floor.

“Please tell me you’re decent in there.” Max sounded annoyed hovering outside Eddie’s door.

“Shut up! I’m trying to think.”

“What, did that video like melt your brain out your ears or something?”

He sighed heavily. “Or something.”

“Gross. Hey I’ve got a favour to ask. Can you drive me to Dustin’s tomorrow?”

Eddie did a double take, composing himself enough to walk to the door and look Max in the eye. “You’re like 21, you can’t just drive yourself?”

“Not if I’m gonna be drinking I can’t. Besides, might be good to get you out of the house and into normal society, get your mind out of the gutter.” If looks could kill, Max would be a goner. “Please? I promise I won’t even bring up Steve again.”

He sighed and rubbed his temples with his fingers. “I know that’s a lie, but whatever, I’ll drive you.”

“You’re the best thanks!” She started to walk away, but caught sight of him staring at his phone again. “Don’t overthink it, just message him back.”

“How do you know it’s even Steve I’m texting?”

“I didn’t, but you just confirmed it for me idiot.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and shut his bedroom door again, opening up his conversation with Steve.

Eddie Whispers: Wouldn’t you like to know Stevie… 😏

Eddie Whispers: In all honesty dude, you should use the brush more often. The sounds are *chef’s kiss*

Eddie Whispers: And well the rest of it… yeah that did it for me.

Eddie Whispers: But enough inflating your ego. How’d you get into ASMR?

🎤👑🎧

Steve stayed up most of the night talking to Eddie, chatting about life, YouTube, their friends, whatever came to mind. He felt like they were actually connecting on a personal level, so naturally he was pissed when Dustin showed up earlier than planned the next morning with party supplies expecting Steve’s help with setup.

“What, are you pissed you can’t talk to your weird whisper boyfriend?” Dustin teased as they laid out towels on the lounge chairs.

“Huh? He’s not my—wait how do you know about this?”

“Robin, obviously. And I saw the video, man. You sure you didn’t mean to post that on Only Fans?”

“Fuck off, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Dude.” He stopped in his tracks and gave Steve a look. “You were like rubbing your tits. I had to turn it off, I felt like I was interrupting a moment between you and your right hand.” He shuddered.

“Tits? Not fucking cool man, there was nothing wrong with my video.”

“Keep telling yourself that Steve-o, but that maybe should have been saved for the private videos folder.”

“Whatever.”

They finished their setup shortly before the party was set to arrive, and as Steve had predicted, they were early. The boys and El were in the backyard already splashing around in the pool when Steve finally went to go change into his swimsuit. And of course, the doorbell rang once more as he was pulling up his trunks.

Whoever was outside seemed to be fighting the way siblings usually do. “Red why the hell did you drag me out of the car, you’re not five.”

“I told you, I needed help with my things. Where the hell is he?” Steve fiddled with the lock, knowing it sometimes stuck.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming, hold on—”

He opened the door to find Max, “Hey Steve, thanks for hosting.” She ruffled his hair as she ran by him, but she wasn’t alone at the door.

To Steve’s surprise, none other than Eddie Whispers stood on his doorstep.

“Eddie?”

“H-hi, um, what… what?”

Steve was rendered speechless. Never in his wildest dreams did he think his favourite ASMR creator, one he’d just made a pretty suggestive video for himself, would be on his doorstep, but here they were. “Sorry, sorry I’m being rude, come in. But also, hi, um, hi, nice to meet you, hi.” He shook his head. His entire suave demeanour he’d had over text message gone, Steve was rendered back to the disaster bisexual with a crush on the soft-spoken metalhead.

Eddie chuckled a little, eyes wide as he took in Steve. “Holy shit, you’re real, Max’s Steve, and that Steve are the same Steve? You’re not just like some dude in my screen?”

That made Steve laugh right back at him. “Yeah dude, ditto. I… this is gonna sound a little creepy, but I’ve been watching your stuff like every night for the past few months.” He didn’t want to say it, but he felt like he knew Eddie. But now, having him here in his home, he realized he didn’t know shit about him. Eddie’s cool, calm persona seemed to be just that, a persona, just like King Steve’s. Standing here, he seemed bright eyed and skittish, in cutoff shorts and a ripped band tee, not unlike the soft looking t-shirts he usually wore in his videos, but a lot less generic. His hair was wild, not as put together as it usually was when he filmed (probably the humidity), and his usual soft expression was replaced with one a little more natural; the surprise and wonder clear as day, and completely new for Steve.

Eddie let out a laugh coloured with anxiety. “That’s cool man, I um, I’ve never actually met one of my subscribers in the wild. I guess that’s my cue to say sorry that I hadn’t seen any of your videos before this week. But like… your videos are…” he trailed off, biting his lip, trying to find something appropriate to say. “You really live up to that King Steve name.”

Steve shook his head. “None of that here. I’m not actually a total douchebag like I am online, spoiler alert. I’m actually kind of a loser, closer to every embarrassing dad at a barbecue than I’d like to admit.”

“Well…” Eddie gave Steve a good once-over, making Steve flush as he was being checked out. “You certainly don’t look like any dads I’ve ever met at a barbecue.”

He smiled. “Do you meet a lot of dads at barbecues?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

As it turns out, Eddie and Max lived together with their uncle Wayne. He’d taken Max in when her mom went to rehab, and she just never left, finding it more comfortable with them. Eddie had moved to Hawkins after graduating high school in an even smaller town than where they were now, but he’d spent a lot of time with Wayne in Hawkins when he was growing up.

They chatted in the living room, following each other to the kitchen for a beer, and eventually staying there until Dustin, the shithead that he was, decided to interrupt their pleasant conversation.

“Steve! I thought you were gonna start the—holy shit.”

Steve gave him a pointed look, but apparently Dustin was blind.

“Oh my god you’re actually in the same room together.”

Eddie gave him a warning glare. “Watch yourself, Henderson.”

“Wh-what—Dustin, do you know Eddie?”

Dustin shot Steve a confused look. “Uh, duh, he’s been running our DnD campaign for like… the last three years.”

Steve slowly turned to look at Eddie. “Seriously? How has it taken this long for us to meet?”

“Not our fault you guys are idiots who never want to hang out with us.” Max scoffed as she pushed past them to grab a beer.

“Fuck all you guys. You know what, we should collaborate. One video for each channel.”

A shiver shot down Steve’s spine. The more he talked to Eddie, the more he found himself attracted to him. He didn’t know if he could handle doing ASMR with him, it almost felt too intimate, but he knew after his last video the views would be insane. Crush be damned, they were gonna make magic together.

“Yeah, actually that sounds like a great idea. Eddie, will you do me the honour of being my partner in ASMR?”

If Eddie’s smile faltered, nobody said anything about it. “Why yes, King Steve, I will.”

🎤🎸🎧

Eddie fucked up.

He had no idea what he was getting into when he agreed to film with Steve, but he just knew it was gonna be bad. Not the videos, oh no those would be great, but he was way too hot for him to not let it show on camera.

They’d talked a bit about ideas for their videos at Steve’s pool party, but Eddie didn’t hear a word of what was said, not when Steve’s glorious chest and thighs were on display again in those teeny tiny shorts. God, he had to get his shit together before Steve was set to arrive in… fifteen minutes.

“Shit, shit, shit!” He ran around the small townhouse he, Max and Wayne shared, throwing dishes in the sink and picking up the clothes strewn around his room. Max and Wayne were out for the day, knowing Eddie needed silence for filming. Max, ever the smartass, left him with a wink and a warning “Don’t get pregnant.”

He flipped her the bird, but she wouldn’t have seen halfway out the door already.

Finally moments before Steve was due to arrive, the place looked presentable. Eddie never really had a set space to film in, just filming wherever in his room he saw fit, but more often than not it ended up being done at his desk. Today though, today he’d be trying a few new things for a solid change of pace. He’d never filmed a video with anyone else, preferring to work solo. He’d also never filmed anything on his bed, and god even thinking that made him feel like he and Steve were about to do something illicit. He shook his head clearing his thoughts, and the doorbell rang.

Eddie spent a moment composing himself and opened the door to a smiling Steve and his bag of tricks. He looked incredible.

Knowing that Eddie’s videos weren’t nearly as suggestive as Steve’s were, he’d worn a soft tee with the sleeves rolled up and a light wash pair of jeans that Eddie knew would hug his ass immaculately. His hair was less coiffed than it usually was, but still neat, and beautifully tousled.

They were only filming his video today, Steve’s would be filmed tomorrow at his massive house, but his gut bubbled with anxiety.

“Hey man! So I was thinking about the theme for your video and I brought something I think might be cool if you’re down to do a little sound check ahead of time.” Steve held up a small black bag that Eddie recognized was for microphones.

“Sure I’m game. What were you thinking? Oh, we’re filming in my room, I set up the camera and everything already.”

Steve nodded and followed him through. For Eddie’s video, they were filming something Eddie was actually excited about. Max had never really been into the idea of being on camera, but he’d always wanted to try filming a video drawing on someone’s back. Eddie’s channel was pretty wholesome, and that seemed like the nostalgic type of trigger his viewers might be into.

Eddie lead them into his room and motioned Steve to sit on the bed while he adjusted the camera once more. Steve got to work opening his bag and pulling out two lav mics, making Eddie stop for a second. That’s what he used in the last video, the one with the brush, the one that… he needed to stop thinking about it before he popped another boner over it. Correct. There were multiple.

“So like I was thinking maybe if I clip one of each to the inside collar of my shirt—“

“Oh! And then pan each one left and right in post to simulate the ears?”

Steve snapped his fingers. “Exactly! Then if you have another mic, or even just your headphones in the middle for like room tone to go underneath. What do you think.”

Pretty and smart, I think you’re the whole package.

“I think it’s pretty fucking genius dude. Can we test it first?”

The other man nodded, already threading the lavalier wires up his shirt. “Just let me clip them and then you can move em around if you think you need to.” He clipped the mics and turned his back to Eddie. Eddie placed the third mic and hit record. He approached Steve cautiously, rubbing his hands together around where Steve had placed the mics, making some soft noises with his mouth as he went.

“Man, those sounds are like, so relaxing.” Steve chuckled lowly, not quite whispering yet, but also not wanting to startle Eddie.

Eddie laughed. “I’d like to think I’m pretty good at this whole… being quiet and relaxing thing despite you know, who I am.”

“What do you mean despite who I am, Eddie you’re awesome.”

Eddie scoffed at that “I fucking know dude, I just meant… you know… I can be pretty loud and abrasive outside of filming.” He felt he had enough to go off of, so he stopped the test recording and brought it into his editing software, doing as Steve suggested, panning the audio to each ear, and popped his headphones on. He hit play and instantly his face lit up.

“Sound good?”

“Steve… this is amazing, totally brings it up a level. Thank you.” He dropped the files into a TEST bin, saved out the project, and set up for the real thing. “Okay, so I guess I’ll just do my normal intro, introduce you, and then get into it?”

Steve nodded in agreement and turned to face the camera for the intro. It was awkward doing multiple takes without having someone there to film for them, but Eddie was used to it, and eventually, they got there.

“Hey there my little rockstars, it’s me, Eddie Whispers, and today, I’m joined by a very special guest from a kingdom not so far away.”

Steve gave a little wave. “Hey dreamers, it’s your reigning monarch Steve from ASMR KING, and I’m excited to join you guys today.”

Eddie smiled at Steve, he seemed so comfortable on camera even though it was his first time filming for Eddie’s audience. He hoped he’d be as confident for Steve’s video. “As you may know, this is my first collab. Yay!” He waved his hands excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to do this trigger, but it requires a second person. So today, Steve is gonna be my canvas for a little game of back scratch Pictionary.”

“And maybe we can switch it up and I can play?”

Eddie looked at Steve surprised. “Y-yeah dude, for sure, we can cut this out in post, but I’d be down to switch it up near the end.”

“Cool.” They continued rolling as Steve got into place, his back to the camera so the audience could see what Eddie was drawing.

“Steve, may I touch you?”

The breath seemed to get caught in his throat, but he nodded. “Yes Eddie you may.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh and laid his palms on Steve’s back. He gently roved the expanse of it, brushing up and down with his palms to warm him up. “A little something to start us off with, get you nice and relaxed.”

Steve hummed gently, his head lolling to the side. “Dude, this is so nice.”

Eddie’s head slumped forward, almost breaking his character, but keeping it intact to nod. “Is this your first time doing ASMR with someone else too?”

“Mmhmm. Always loved having back rubs growing up, I wouldn’t fall asleep without one for a bit, so this is great.”

“Well Stevie, don’t fall asleep on me just yet, we’ve got a game to play.” Eddie pulled out a plastic chopstick and began to dot Steve’s back with it. “Gonna start drawing on you with my ‘pencil’, try to guess what it is.” He drew a circle right in the middle of Steve’s back with some wavy lines around it, and waited expectantly.

“Is it the sun?”

“Bingo! You’re good at this. Okay next one.” Eddie traced two lines down, and a fluffy feeling blob on top.

“Ummm… is it a thunder cloud?”

“Nope, guess again.”

“A tree?”

“There we go.”

Eddie continued on for another fifteen minutes tracing shapes and words on Steve’s back and making him guess them. In between these, he’d run his hands over his spine, scrape his fingers across his shoulder blades and zigzag back up, acknowledging it wasn’t to be guessed, just to be enjoyed. Steve hummed gratefully, his head starting to slump forward, and his breathing slowing down. “Hey Eds?” He drawled sleepily.

“Hm?”

“D’you wanna switch? I’m about to fall asleep over here.”

Eddie nodded. “Sure man. I’ll stop the camera and we can take a quick break?”

Once the camera stopped, Steve groaned lowly. “My god that felt incredible. I always forget how nice it is to actually feel someone doing that rather than just hearing it.” He swiped his hands over his face a few times and took a sip of water from the bottle beside Eddie’s bed. “OH, I’m so sorry dude, I didn’t even ask if you were okay with us going the other way before I suggested it. We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Eddie shook his head. “No no, it’s fine, that’s fine by me. Here, pass me the mics and I’ll let you fix them?”

They took a few minutes break and attached the mics to Eddie, and soon enough were filming again.

He could feel Steve’s hands lingering over his back, but Steve seemed to stop himself. “Eddie… can I touch you?”

Eddie nodded. Something about the way Steve said those words… Eddie could practically hear the wheels turning in Steve’s mind as his hands made contact with his back. Steve’s touch was gentle as predicted, but firm, and sure, and suddenly Eddie was terrified for what was in store for him when they filmed Steve’s video.

His hands glided over his back like Eddie’s did, but also up and over his shoulders, and again down his arms. This isn’t part of the game a small part of Eddie thought, but a larger part of him hummed in acknowledgment of how nice it felt to be touched like this. Steve repeated his path from the base of Eddie’s spine, up his back, over his shoulders, down his arms and back again a few times before stopping at the nape of his neck.

“Hey Eds,” he whispered in one ear before moving to the other, “I’m just gonna move your hair out of the way.”

Eddie shivered but nodded all the same, and felt Steve’s hands start near his crown and part the hair downwards down the back of his head. His fingers were dull, but the scratch itself was so nice, he let out a shuddering breath as Steve parted his unruly hair and swept it over his shoulders.

He never swore on his channel, so Eddie chose his words carefully. “Dang Stevie, that was nice.”

Steve chuckled lowly, picking up the chopstick and tapping his fingers on it a bit. “Yeah? Hmm I’ll have to remember that for when we film the next one.”

If Eddie thought he was screwed before, he knew he was screwed now.

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Steve knew he shouldn’t have, this wasn’t part of the plan for Eddie’s video, but he couldn’t resist getting his fingers in his hair, even for just a minute. It was calling to him, it was unruly and curly, but still so soft.

He picked up the little chopstick, remembering the task at hand, and started tracing words on Eddie’s back. Soft, tap, tingle, he guessed every one of them right, damn Eddie was good at this!

Eddie chuckled lowly, the vibrations of his laugh rumbled beneath Steve’s fingers as he swiped them over his back. “You’re right Stevie, this is really nice.”

Steve leaned in close to the mic near Eddie’s right ear, breathing lowly. “Does it give you tingles?”

He felt a shiver run down Eddie’s spine at that, and Eddie nodded in agreement.

Steve moved to the other ear, dragging his fingers down Eddie’s back again as he whispered a low, seductive, “Good.”

He could feel his King Steve persona coming out again. Steve had no idea what Eddie was doing to him, he wasn’t even on the receiving end this time, but having Eddie all soft and pliant before him made Steve want to take care of him, turn up his charm, make him squirm. But he decided now wasn’t the time and place, he’d save that for his own video.

His own video that he was now rethinking the theme of…

Steve chuckled and kept that thought in the back of his mind for later, forgetting for a minute that he was on camera. He traced a few more words on Eddie’s back before Eddie signalled to him that they should start to wrap it up.

“One more, okay Eds? I’ll spell it out for you.”

Steve moved himself closer to Eddie, using his fingers to trace the words this time instead of the chopstick. He leaned in so his breath could catch the mic, alternating with each word as he traced them on Eddie’s back.

“To… be… continued.”

Eddie laughed lowly, his breath getting caught in his throat from… nervousness? Did Eddie feel the same frenetic energy Steve did when he was close?

He ended his part of the video the same way he started it, sliding his hands up and over Eddie’s back and arms once more, dragging his fingertips and nails softly across his skin and feeling the goosebumps rise.

“Time for an outro?” Eddie whispered, even though he’d cut this bit out, but not wanting to break the sizzling tension.

“Mhm,” Steve hummed, pulling Eddie’s hair back over his shoulders. “Let’s un-mic you.”

The boys untangled the mics from under Eddie’s shirt and took one each, Eddie saying his sweet little goodbye to his viewers, and Steve smiling softly beside him. Eddie’s setup wasn’t anything crazy, so cleaning up and popping his memory card into the computer took no time at all; they sat in silence as Eddie offloaded the footage.

“Sound okay?”

Eddie nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah man, it sounds great. Thanks again for doing this, your channel is like… huge, I really appreciate the exposure.”

Steve chuckled. “I should be thanking you, you’re still like my favourite creator in the community, the fact that we’re collabing is like… crazy exciting.” A light blush coloured Steve’s cheeks. He stood and scratched the back of his neck, moving to leave. “So, uh, I’ve gotta get back, but meet me tomorrow at mine at say two?”

“Two works. Anything you want me to bring?”

“Just yourself. Oh, and maybe if you have any tank tops, one of those?”

Eddie let out a belly laugh, the loudest sound in the room in hours. “Right, I forgot your content is a little more… adult than mine.”

Steve shrugged. “I mean yeah, it is, but you’d also just look great in a tank, show off those arms.” He turned, leaving Eddie stunned. “One more thing actually, maybe I can take you out to dinner after?”

“D-dinner?”

“Yeah, to celebrate and all.”

The older man nodded, his dark curls flopping in front of his eyes, wide and alert. “Y-yeah, sure, dinner, cool. Two pm at yours?”

“Two pm at mine. See ya Eddie.”

Steve’s hands were clammy when he got to his car, but he did it, he successfully asked Eddie out. He was giddy the whole ride home, something Robin immediately noticed.

“What’s up with you dingus?”

“I’m taking Eddie on a date tomorrow.” He smiled, stealing a bite of the pasta she was cooking.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that? Trying to date the guy you listen to before falling asleep like every night? Are you doing this for your own personal ASMR machine?”

“Shit, he’s gonna be here tomorrow to film with me.”

“The studio is already clean—”

“Yeah but it’s not cozy. After dinner can you help me move around some furniture?”

Robin rolled her eyes but agreed all the same. “So what do you have in store for our poor unsuspecting Edward?”

He shrugged. “Nothing crazy, some pretty standard King Steve stuff.”

She laughed full and loud. “Oh so you’re gonna take him out before you even take him out then?”

Steve frowned, trying to look offended. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, I just don’t think Eddie is ready for the full force of your online persona.”

“No, I know he’s not ready, this is gonna make for some great content.”

Robin put down the wooden spoon she was holding and took Steve’s hands in hers, going serious for a moment. “Can you stop thinking about work for like a minute so I can ask you something, and can you answer me truthfully?”

That wiped the smile from Steve’s face; it went solemn as he answered. “Of course Robs.”

“You’ve been like obsessed with his videos for a really long time now. Eddie seems like a really nice guy, and I’d hate to… Steve… you didn’t just ask him out so you could get some good King Steve content, did you?”

“What? Robin, you know me, you know I’d never do that, right?”

“I know Steve, but ever since you met him… all you’ve been able to talk about or think about is this stupid video.”

“Robs… Robs no, I think I really like him. I mean, I’m attracted to him, I want him around, he makes me laugh. You weren’t there when we were filming today. The tension, it was…” Steve shook his head, unable to find the right word. “It was electric Robin. I didn’t want today to end, I wanted to keep touching him, I think I wanted to kiss him—”

“Alright loverboy that’s enough from you. I get it. You’re into Eddie. Just be careful, okay?”

“Yes mom.”

That night, the two of them switched up their studio space and replaced Steve’s desk chair with a comfy arm chair. Steve pre-set his camera and got his mics set up in preparation of the next day’s shoot.

He was excited, he was nervous, he was… interested to see how Eddie would react. Not that Steve had planned anything over the top for his video, but Eddie’s work was definitely a lot more conservative; he wondered if filming with Steve might be a shock to his system.

Steve was restless that night, anxious for their shoot, and their date to roll around. He spent the next morning showering and primping himself, he could honestly feel Robin getting tired of him asking if his outfit and his hair and his space looked okay for the shoot.

Two o’clock simultaneously rolled around way too fast and way too slow for Steve’s liking. He wrung his hands together nervously until he heard the doorbell, then he ran taking two steps at a time to catch Eddie before Robin did.

Steve was not emotionally prepared for what lie behind his front door.

Eddie’s curls were wild as always, but he’d tamed them in a way that made them look deliberately messy. His bangs, instead of falling directly into his eyes, were parted a bit in the middle, swooping gently off to each side of his face. His arms were pale, making the black ink of his tattoos stand out even more, and his shirt, Steve thanked the gods for his choice of shirt, his shirt looked like a homemade tank, the sleeves lobbed off and arm holes wide open. Steve gave Eddie a good once over before even saying anything to him, and felt his heart stutter in his chest as their eyes met. Eddie’s big brown gorgeous eyes were rimmed with a thin smattering of black eyeliner.

“Take a picture dude, it’ll last longer.” Eddie winked, and pushed past Steve into the house.

“H-hey man, you look… you look… yeah um that’s perfect.”

What a sight we’ll be. Steve thought. Eddie had never shown this much skin on his own channel, nor had he ever worn makeup. The pretty boy and the rocker was going to be Steve’s best video yet, but he’d really have to keep up with his act, and seeing Eddie standing in front of him, he knew that would be hard.

“Here, let me show you the studio.” Steve dragged him upstairs, bolting past Robin and setting Eddie up in the arm chair in front of the camera.

“So judging on the setup, this isn’t a role-play video?”

Steve shook his head. “Nah, I do it, but it’s not my favourite thing to film by far. It just feels awkward, even if people love it. I figured we’d do a little personal attention? Light touches, hair play, things like that if that’s okay?”

Eddie smiled. “If it’s gonna feel anything like it did yesterday, then I’m more than okay with that.” Steve grinned like the Cheshire Cat and plugged in his mics. “Dude your setup is insane.”

“Thanks man, I usually upgrade with every milestone I hit to keep it interesting. You okay with what I’ve got going on for today? Figured these might pick up some of the whispering, and then these the touches.”

He watched Eddie survey the setup, nodding in approval. “Horny, and smart. You’ve got a good handle on sound, no wonder you have so many subs.”

Steve shook his head, letting out a low chuckle as he turned on his ring light. “Shut up man I’m not that horny.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows but left it at that.

“So um, before we start, is there anything off limits? Like any hard no’s?”

The other man’s eyebrows shot up. Eddie scoffed. “What, like a yes/maybe/no list? Steve, we’re making an ASMR video, not porn.”

“Yeah, yeah I know, but some people don’t like certain triggers or whatever. Just making sure—”

“I’m game for it all, never met a personal attention trigger I didn’t like.”

Eddie’s words calmed Steve a touch. He angled the viewfinder towards him so he could check the framing of the front camera, and back camera, and finally hit record. Eddie jumped a little as he clapped his hands for the sync. “Just stop me if there’s anything you’re uncomfortable with, kay?”

Eddie nodded and kept his eyes on Steve as he found his place behind Eddie. “I trust you Steve.”

Steve touched Eddie’s shoulder in acknowledgement and cleared his throat, ready to begin.

“Hey Dreamers, welcome back to the Kingdom. Thanks for joining me again, I hope you’re having a wonderful morning, afternoon, or night.” Steve’s voice was low and sensual, speaking slowly into the mics by Eddie’s head. “We’ve got a very special guest with us today, would you like to introduce yourself?”

Eddie let out a short breath and smiled. He fluttered his fingers by the mics, rings scraping together softly. “Thanks Steve, I’m Eddie Whispers, but you can just call me Eddie. For all my little rockstars who are subscribed, thanks for joining me on Steve’s channel, and for all Steve’s little rockstars, it’s very, very nice to meet you.”

“So for all of you who didn’t know, Eddie Whispers is actually my favourite ASMR channel.” He pointed to the left. “You can find a link to his channel here, and the video we filmed yesterday here. You’ll love it my dreamers. I’ll also link him in the description because trust me, you’ll want to check him out. Now, onto the video. Remember kids, consent is sexy. Eddie, can I touch you?”

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Eddie could feel his cheeks heating up, the implications of what they were talking about earlier mixed with Steve’s wording really had his mind running wild. He nodded, praying the camera wouldn’t pick up his blush.

“Use your words, sweetheart. Can I touch you?”

His breath caught in his throat. But he managed to choke out a soft “Yes Steve.”

“Good boy.” And then Steve’s hands were on him. He started at Eddie’s shoulders, gently dragging his fingers over the exposed skin there before trailing down his arms the way he had yesterday. It really was heavenly, Eddie was on cloud nine. “How’s that feel?”

Eddie nodded, his eyes falling shut as Steve picked up one of his hands. “Mmmm, really good.” Steve held one of Eddie’s hands, and gently ran his other fingers over the palm. He traced up and down Eddie’s fingers then flipped the hand to trace over the back of it. It was an odd feeling, but nice, strangely intimate having Steve hold his hand, touching it so softly. Steve dropped his hand back down to the armrest of the chair and trailed back up Eddie’s arms.

“Doing okay there, Eds?”

He nodded lazily. “Yeah, s’nice.”

“Good, great, perfect.” Steve whispered into the mics, alternating sides, eventually repeating ‘perfect’ while he stroked Eddie’s shoulders once more.

Eddie’s long curly locks brushed over Steve’s knuckles, and it didn’t take him long to start brushing through the ends of it, eventually working his way up to the scalp. Eddie shivered when Steve’s nails grazed his scalp, feeling like every nerve was a live wire, hell bent on electrocuting him. And then, as quickly as they were there, they were gone.

“Hey dude, how do you feel about the orgasmatron?”

Eddie’s eyes shot open as he choked out a nervous laugh. “The wh-what now?”

Steve shook his head. “Just close your eyes, I think you’ll like it.”

Eddie had to remember that this was going on youtube, it couldn’t actually be anything pornographic if Steve was going to monetize it. He didn’t even have time to think about what the orgasmatron could possibly be when he felt something touch his head, something that lit up every nerve ending in his scalp. He gasped, tingles trailing down his spine as he went rigid. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a soft whimper, letting his neck go lax.

“You okay man?”

“Y-yeah dude, holy shit. Holy shit that’s intense.”

“Too much? What’s your colour, baby?”

Eddie didn’t want to shake his head, worried the sensation of the whisk-like contraption in his hair would make him let out another string of embarrassing sounds. “No, nah, green, it’s perfect.”

He didn’t even think about how Steve asked him that, or how quickly he responded as if he were responding to a lover during sex. Eddie couldn’t see Steve, but he just knew Steve had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face behind him. The little wires scraped his scalp methodically as Steve pulled it through his hair, up and down, tiny sighs leaving Eddie’s lips as it went. His arms erupted in goosebumps, goosebumps that rose even higher as Steve’s fingers grazed over them slowly.

“Good boy. You’re so sensitive, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh, it’s so good.”

He could feel Steve coming closer again, lips at his ear as he whispered. “Well can’t have too much of a good thing now, can we?”

Steve removed the wire contraption from Eddie’s hhairt awnd brushracing as Steve worked through his hair. The way his fingers gently brushthrough it gently again with his fingers, and eventually got a flat wooden brush out. He pulled it through the knots, Eddie not even phased as he was way past relaxed and practically goo in Steve’s capable hands. His scalp was still so sensitive, nerves firing on all cylinders after the wonder that was the orgasmatron. He was so incredibly relaxed, but his ear as he whispered. “Well can’t have too much of a good thing now, can we?”

“Hey Eds?”

“Hmm?”

Steve chuckled in his ear, apparently noticing the slight crack in Eddie’s voice. “Mind if I put your hair up for a bit?”

“Not at all, go ahead my liege.”

Eddie could practically feel Steve shaking his head at him as he gathered his hair into a neat bun at the top of his head. He smoothed the flyaways, eliciting shivers from Eddie, until his neck was bare. Steve kept running his fingers up the nape of Eddie’s neck into his hairline giving Eddie tingles like he’d never experienced in his life. The scraping of Steve’s fairly dull nails was glorious, making him finally understand the meaning of the phrase ‘hurts so good’.

“Look at that.” Steve whispered into the mic. “You’re all pretty and red for me baby.” The last line whispered directly into his ear. Eddie’s breath hitched, but Steve didn’t move away like he had before. Instead, he moved even closer, puckered lips a hair’s breadth away from Eddie’s ear, and let out a soft kiss.

Eddie bit his lip as Steve’s lips grazed his ear, dragging up the shell of it and making him burn hot and red.

“S-Steve…”

Steve’s chuckle was no more than a breath of air huffed between them through a smile. “Would you like me to keep going?”

“Please.”

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Having the go ahead from Eddie drove Steve wild. This time he didn’t hesitate, fully committing to kissing the shell of Eddie’s ear over and over.

Steve had never filmed anything like this. Most of his videos were totally scripted, each minute carefully crafted to toe the line between sweet and seductive; but now he knew that had been thrown out the door as he jumped off the cliff right into sensual territory with his guest. This wasn’t planned, he swears all he had planned for this video was actually just personal attention, but all bets were off the second Eddie started straight up whimpering minutes earlier. He had no idea how this would affect either of them, and over.

He was running on pure instinct now, kissing down the shell of Eddie’s ear to his lobe, pulling that between his lips. Steve’s tongue joined the mix, flicking over his earlobe once, and tracing a slick path down his neck. Eddie seemed to love that; his jaw went slack and he let out a breathy “Mmm f-fuck” when Steve bit down ct either of them, and over.

Eddie’s voice was something straight out of a wet dream. He was so responsive, so pliant in Steve’s hands, tilting his neck to give Steve better access to kiss up his neck back to his ears. He moved to Eddie’s other side doing the same thing, lightly kissing down his ears, pulling his earlobe between his lips and sucking, licking down his neck, biting his shoulder, and back again, this time stopping at his earlobe. Steve pulled skin between his teeth, scraping at it lightly as he tugged and let it go, turning his attention back to his neck. He found a spot that made Eddie whimper again and went at it full force. “S-shit Steve, your mouth…”

“Yeah sweetheart? Feel good?”

“Uh huh…”

Steve pulled back a foot, turning Eddie’s face towards his. The spot he’d been working at was now blooming purple and red, a bruise forming, something he’d not planned on doing.

“Shit, Eddie, your neck—”

“Steve—”

“—I’m sorry, I never meant to—”

“Steve—”

“—I feel like I’ve—”

“Steve! Please… don’t make me beg for it.”

Eddie’s face was beet red, but his eyes were unwavering when they met Steve’s again. A flutter ran through his belly, propelling him forward, as his lips finally met Eddie’s in a heated kiss.

He couldn’t help but feel that everything was leading up to this. His crush on Eddie now felt like an intense burn as their lips parted only to meet again immediately. The soft drag of Eddie’s tongue against Steve’s drew sounds from him he hadn’t made in ages, making him feel things beyond what he’d ever felt with another person. Eddie felt good, Eddie felt right, and he didn’t want this to end. But all good things come to an end eventually.

Neither of them heard the near silent click of the door opening, nor did they hear Robin’s gentle “Hey dingus…” but they did her her loud “oh for fuck’s sake!”

The two pulled away, totally unable to hide what was just happening.

“Shit, Robbie, what the hell!”

“Are you two idiots still filming this? What kind of video are you making?”

Eddie bit his lip, holding the giggle threatening to bubble over while Steve rolled his eyes.

“I think this may be my fault…” Eddie started.

“No, this is totally his fault,” she pointed at Steve, “happy for you, but this horny asshole has been waiting to get his hands on you—”

“Robin!”

Eddie’s head whipped around to look at Steve. “Wait, really?”

“Well, yeah Eddie. I told you I liked you—”

“You told me you liked my videos.”

Steve’s shoulders dropped. “Yeah I like those too, but you… is that okay?”

“Is that okay, oh my god Steve that’s more than okay. I’m like stupidly into you and very har—”

“THAT’S MY CUE TO LEAVE.” Robin stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Steve let out a full belly laugh and sat on the arm of the chair Eddie was occupying. “You were gonna say very hard, right? Or did I just mishear that?”

“Are you gonna make me say it?”

He cocked his eyebrow and shimmied his shoulders. “Do I make ya horny, baby?”

Eddie collapsed back into the chair, pushing himself as low as he could go without falling off. “That was a horrible Austin Powers impression. I can’t believe you gave me a boner on fucking camera.”

Steve bent down and left a wet smack of a kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “Don't worry babe, your secret is safe with me. But um… yeah… this is still recording.”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry Steve, we’ll have to re-film—“

“Why?”

Eddie blinked up at him. “Because… because we can’t put that on youtube…”

“Yeah we can… there’s this wonderful little thing called editing, ever heard of it?”

“So… so you’re okay with everything else then, like everything before the kiss?”

Steve shrugged. “You’ve seen my content, there’s worse out there. I’m fine if you’re fine with it, and we can set it to 18+ if it’s too much. But if you’re not—”

“Stevie… as long as you cut out the kiss, I’m fine with it. But that… I want that to be ours.”

He smiled at Eddie and took his hand, brushing the knuckle with his thumb. “Of course sweetheart; I know Robbie kind of ruined it, but that kiss will always just be for us.”

Steve noticed the glint in Eddie’s eyes as the older man found is confidence and kissed Steve once more. “How the hell am I supposed to keep my hands off you long enough to finish this video?”

He smirked. “I mean, I don’t have cuffs, but I’ve got ties if we really wanna go there—”

“You’re killing me man!” Eddie flopped back in the chair once again. “Focus Stevie, finish the video so I can finally touch you.”

“Okay, okay, okay, right. I-I can put a cross dissolve in there somewhere. Ear eating and kisses aren’t a weird trigger, people do it all the time, we can just… pick it up somewhere?”

“Yeah… yeah okay… okay cool that’s good.”

Steve nodded and looked into the camera awkwardly, unable to hide his blush. “Uh… take two I guess?”

He moved back behind Eddie and pressed his lips to the faint purple spot, leaving himself enough time for the fade before trailing back up his neck with kisses. Once again, he nibbled at Eddie’s ear while his fingers trailed over his jaw and collarbone, tracing the bone beneath his skin.

“How’re you feeling, nice and relaxed now?”

“Y-yeah, s’nice Stevie.” Eddie sounded blissed out, but Steve knew that was partially an act to match the energy of where they were before the kiss.

“Good job baby. Gonna say goodbye to all our friends now?”

He nodded, a sleepy smile on his lips as he waved into the camera.

Steve chuckled. “I think we wore down our new friend here.”

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Eddie could barely hear Steve do his outro. The blood in his veins swooshing in his ears was the only thing he heard, his heart beating erratically the only thing he felt. That had really just happened. Not only did Steve have Eddie hard in his jeans from being an absolute tease and seductress on camera, but he made Eddie put his heart on the line, and even more shockingly, reciprocated his feelings.

“Eds, you okay baby?”

Eddie shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts long enough to glance at Steve stopping the recording. “Yeah, yeah, it’s just been quite the afternoon.”

Steve chuckled and bent down to peck Eddie on the lips. “I meant what I said, okay? I like you, when I take you for dinner later, I want it to be a date.”

“I meant what I said too, I’m stupidly into you, and incredibly hard so we may want to wait a bit while I think of naked grandmas or something before we leave this house—”

“Eddie—”

He let out a snort. “I’m kidding. Well I’m not really, I do actually have a problem below deck, but I like you too, okay? And I’d be thrilled to date you, like properly with all the wooing and shit.”

“What, you weren’t wooed enough when I spent twenty minutes sucking on your ears?”

Eddie laughed a big belly laugh, slumping over in his seat, tears coming to his eyes. “Hot, talented, and funny, how the hell did I land you again?”

“Beats me, you put me to sleep every time you speak.”

He kissed Steve slowly, savouring the taste of him on his lips. “Oh but you love it baby, don’t you?”

Steve smiled. “Yeah, yeah I do.”

🎤👑🎸🎧

The videos were an instant hit. Both go viral in the ASMR community hitting a million views in under a week, the fastest any of Steve’s videos had hit a million views. Eddie was overwhelmed by how much love they’d been getting on both their channels (and was a little more than overwhelmed by how much love he was getting specifically on Steve’s video).

Steve considered it an accomplishment how many hateful comments he’d gotten about how sexual his video was. He labelled it for possible mature content, even adding ✨spicy✨and 18+ to the title, but people always wanted to be mad about something.

“Hey Stevie…” Eddie started. They’d been dating now for four months, continuing to do their channels solo, but each making guest appearances in the other’s video every once and a while. “What do you think about maybe doing a joined channel? So we can do our collabs there and not have to worry about always filming a video for each of our channels?”

Steve cocked his head. “I think that’s a great idea. Three channels between the two of us to keep it simple? Then we can have our own guests and do our own things separately too. Eddie that’s brilliant.”

Eddie was glad Steve was receptive to the idea, but he looked like he had something else on his mind. His gaze was faraway, and he looked… nervous.

“Actually Eddie, this works out perfectly. For me anyways… I was gonna ask… I mean you don’t have to, I know you’re totally happy and free where you are now, but…” He pushed his hair back out of his eyes.

“Stevie, what is it?”

“I know it’s early, but I was gonna ask if you wanted to move in with me.”

He raised his eyebrows in shock. That was the last thing he thought Steve would want to ask him. He was right, it was early in their relationship, but Eddie knew he felt forever about Steve, he knew it from the moment they’d made eye contact months ago by the front door.

“Really? You… you’d want me here with you?”

“Of course baby. I love you, I always want you around.”

Eddie jumped into Steve’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck, and he kissed him soundly.

“I-is that a yes?”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie shoved Steve lightly and smiled. “Of course you idiot, I love you too, and I’d love to move in with you.”

Steve’s eyes lit up at his boyfriend’s response. The kiss he planted on Eddie was more on his teeth than his lips because of how widely he’d been smiling. But still, it was perfect.

In his wildest dreams, he could have never imagined he’d actually meet one of his favourite people. He’d never believed in soulmates, but Steve knew that if they existed, Eddie was his. His life had completely changed in the months he’d known Eddie, and Steve never wanted to look back at what it was like before. Eddie was his; his partner in creating, partner in crime, partner in life, he was ready for Eddie to be there by his side every second of the day for the rest of their lives.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fic #steddie fic #asmr AU #my writing

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HI LOVELY!! good morning afternoon or evening to you! how’s your day been!! i hope you’ve eaten AND REMEMBER TO EAT DURING UR LONG SHIFTS OR I WILL APPEAR ON UR SCREEN !!! (lovingly) the way i gasped when i read your response because i was just like… YOU DIDNT EAT? :( i was so distraught but i hope whatever u had for dinner was good, but still !! always remember to eat and take care of yourself or the ghost of me will scold u (lovingly again) (nothing but love for you always)

today i had banh xeo for breakfast (tbh at this point i feel like you can guess what nationality i am LMAO) but OMG YOU LIKE VIET FOOD?? WE ARE SO SOULMATES !! TWIN FLAME !! AND OMG THATS SO CUTE I HAVE A VOICE IM HHHH that’s so cute i feel so very honoured but omg yesterday while i was like doing whatever right i had a realization that im literally like mystic messenger right now with the “make sure you eat!!” “how are you!!” like IM LITERALLY A CHARACTER IN MYSTIC MESSENGER RIGHT NOW THATS CRAZY (id be so embarrassed if you didn’t know what mystic messenger is but also would not blame you) ALSO YES WE CAN YAP TOGETHER I LOVE YAPPING BUT IM DEFINITELY YAPPING TOO MUCH LIKE I WANNA REPLY TO EVERYTHING YOU SAID SO IM LIKE HHH YAP YAP YAP me and ness are literally yapper and yapper like im trying to hold back but im here like omg among us??? omg whack dreams??? i wanna know what dreams??? omg school?? i’m school soon too!!

but but one more thing omg i’m so sorry LOL BUT I FEEL LIKE WE’RE IN THE SAME TIMEZONE?? BECAUSE EVERYTIME YOU MENTION THE TIME IN YOUR POSTS i check my time and im like huh.. silly… coincidence, but it’s 4pm for me rn !!maybe im crazy maybe im not but omg when it gets to school you can 100% rant about it because i will 100% do it too HAHA school has me like like genuinely tweaking like one small thing and im like OH MY GOD YOU WILL NOTTTT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED TODAY

omg sorry i need to wrap this up but yes try again is amazing don’t doubt yourself and u can always yap to me whenever whenever like i’ll literally make a burner account and dm you instead so we can yap without having to flood your blog or if you don’t mind i don’t mind but mango anon loves you very much and mango anon would want ness to take care of herself forever and always and HAVE A GOOD DAY !!! xoxoxo

AAAAA OMG I AM HERE LIKE 11 HOURS LATER <33 DO NOT WORRY I AM EATING AS WE SPEAK BEFORE MY LONG SHIFT tbh i felt like so nauseous about eating anything though today idk why (i have like two suspicions lmao i def know why) but since i'm working i was like "then i'll just pick something up on the way there!!" so i went to my groccery store to get a sandwhich BUT THEY DIDN'T HAVE ANY </333 so i'm having a blazing dragon poke bowl instead??? and it's okay 😔 like i don't know how i feel yet about groccery store sushi and stuff but i've had it before!! it's just a bunch of spicy imitation crab, cucumber, carrots, and rice and i'm mainly just there for the rice. AND OMG i walked around the store bc i was trying to see if they had liquid death (caffeinated tea i think. i don't like it but i really need caffeine today </3) and they didn't have any and i decided to go back to like their little food section to get bao (you can probably guess my ethnicity too 😭) and i almost got hit bc this man WHIPPED around when i tried to pass him like i literally ducked i was so scared he was about to hit me and that man was STILL not aware of me. ANYWAY SORRY RANDOM STORY YOU AND ME AND VIET FOOD!!! TWIN FLAMES!!

ALSO OMG MYSTIC MESSENGER 😭 BRO I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT 707 LIKE TWO DAYS AGO WHEN THAT WHOLE ANON APOCALYPSE HAPPENED I WAS LIKE "i'm going to go 707 on these people and find out where they live and haunt them /hj" PLEASE I FORGOT ALL ABOUT THEIR LITTLE "remember to eat" messages and everything but it's so cute <33 and YES we will yap together!! i went in to school today although it starts tomorrow to switch up my schedule and going there was HORRIBLE i saw so many disgusting people :/// BUT i have a pretty good schedule now so it has it's pros and cons!!! i just give people dirty looks and accidentally saw "ew" aloud all the time :))) AND IK THAT SOUNDS MEAN BUT LIKE YK HOW PEOPLE ARE and the people that live in my state are all rich privileged kids and it never changes 😭 i see them everywhere AND THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME AND ACT THE SAME AND ARE GROSS

and LMAO A BURNER ACCOUNT I WOULD TOTALLY TAKE IT THOUGH!!! i'd love to talk to you whenever please please please feel free to make one and dm whenever you'd like!! <3 I LOVE SEEING YOUR ASKS THOUGH I LITERALLY WILL BE HAPPY EITHER WAY AS LONG AS I GET TO TALK TO YOU <3 I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY TODAY ANON!!

#warning for immigration joke #one time my sister's bf drove me to my picture day in high school when i couldn't drive #and i came back out after taking my picture and he was like “DAYUM everyone here is copy and paste”#“i was lowkey scared they were gonna deport me back to mexico”#😭😭😭😭😭😭#HE WAS SO REAL FOR THAT THOUGH I WALK IN THERE AND AM LIKE “i'm about to get hate crimed for breathing”#i need to be moved to the haikyuu universe frfr #answers <3 #mango anon <3

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emerysnonsense · 11 months

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How’re you sweet tea!!!

Hope your day was good!!!

Seems like you’ve had a busy one, either that or you were tired

I went and hung out with my favorite rat today and we got snacks for DND tomorrow

Not sure if I’ll really be able to talk tomorrow now that I think bout it since we plan to start early..

But I’ll absolutely tell you about DND after!

I’m so excited for the session!!!

It’s gonna be hype!!

Mmm going out into the world makes me eepy tho -.-

Might take a nap, or who knows I might wake up and it’s tomorrow. Who knows?

Gosh tho I had a real weird dream last night, was like a whole webcomic plot in my brain. Wonder if I’ll get part two tonight lol.

Tho I’d probably still prefer no dreams

Anyway imma nap, I’ll talk to you later sweet tea!!!

Lotsa platonic love to you sweet tea!!!!! <33333

hi hi!

I was so tired! I came home, did a few things and went straight to bed at 7pm

didn't even hear the alarm I set

I guess that's what a busy week does to you

had a fun day tho! met a friend of my colleague, very fun guy, we just jokingly annoyed my colleague together bc he has no social media and we want him to get at least one of those apps

glad your day was fun as well!

I hope DND will be fun! I always love hearing DND stories, it's so fun!

maybe someday I'll play too

maybe, if I have time and also people who play it

also, dreams, very weird stuff

I totally get that

my dreams are always weird, but I just think that's fun

well... either weird or just nightmare-like, doesn't feel scary tho

I could tell so many dream stories

not that I remember all of them, but I remember quite a few weird ones

yesterday I dreamt about an apocalypse, a year ago or so I dreamt about a whole planet invasion

also had a dream about running from something together with my dad and hiding on a wall that kept changing shape

yup, my dreams are wild

anyways...

I hope you have fun playing DND!

tomorrow you gotta tell me all about it!

lots of platonic love to you starshine

you don't even know how much I appreciate you <3

#answered ask #starshine ✨

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 3 years

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Prince "F*cking" Charming

Summary: Finding out your ex boyfriend of 9 years was engaged and expecting not even a year after you broke up shouldn’t make you feel this… bad. When your friends take you out for a Girls night, Galentine’s, the night before Valentine’s after swearing off men for good, of course you ran into the one man that made you believe that maybe there’s a Prince Charming for everyone out there.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: fluff, alcohol, flirting, a kiss or two

A/N: I know it's sisters before misters, but if the sisters want you to meet Marcus Pike, then you do it lmao. Another plotbunny from yesterday's yearning session with @sizzlingcloudmentality

The last thing you wanted to do today was going out.

Generally you were a pretty happy person? Okay the question mark was there sometimes, but yeah. You were happy.

As happy as a woman in her mid thirties could be who was pressured from all sides when she will finally settle down, find a man and have some babies.

Family really was annoying sometimes.

It was not for your lack of trying though.

When you met your ex 9 years ago you really thought that it would be him you would end up with. You’ve had it all. The love, the job, the house. You were happy. In love.

Yet it never seemed to… progress. There were discussions about getting married and having children, but it never happened.

So last year, after a long talk you decided it was better to break up. There were no hard feelings. At least not until yesterday when a mutual friend asked you if you had heard about the engagement and the baby on the way from your ex and his new girlfriend apparently.

“Twins. They are having twins! Can you believe that?”

You couldn’t.

So you wanted to spend the day of pink hearts, flowers and overpriced candy, Valentine’s day, pretending to work from home in your sweatpants while wallowing in self pity for a day. You deserved that... But Valentine’s Day was tomorrow and your friend had texted you to “dress up, we’re talking you out for Galentine’s day” two hours ago.

You thought about ignoring it for a moment, but you knew they would show up here anyway.

So you sat on your couch, dressed and dolled up, because why the hell not, and waited for them to pick you up.

That was three hours ago. By now you were two drinks deep and didn’t care about the world.

“Who needs men, when we have each other?” your friend exclaimed and you chuckled before you got up.

“I’m getting another round. Be right back you sluts,” you grinned which earned you a slap to your ass. Drunk girls really were a menace sometimes. Grabbing your purse you made your way to the bar, leaning with both arms over the counter as you waited for the barkeeper to look your way. Someone bumped into you and you looked over your shoulder briefly to make out if the person was okay when you were met with warm brown eyes.

When you would explain this moment years later you always said it felt like time stopped as you looked up at him, like a part of you knew that this was the man that finally would give you everything you ever dreamed of.

“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” he asked and you blinked once before you nodded, blaming your temporary speechlessness on the alcohol.

“Yeah… Yeah I’m okay. Thank you,” you finally said and he drew out a relieved breath. He came to stand next to you at the counter, which gave you time to take him in. He was wearing a brown suit, a blue dress shirt beneath, the tie he was wearing loosened around his neck.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked and you felt your cheeks growing warm when he noticed you checking him out.

“I actually wanted to order another round for our table…” you gestured behind you and he turned his head, all of your friends waving eagerly. You rolled your eyes and he chuckled as he looked back at you.

“Maybe you can stay for one drink? With me?” he tried and you smiled up at him, as you put one hand on his upper arm, fighting the urge to squeeze.

“I…” you turned your head to look at the table your friends were sitting at, giving you thumbs up.

“It’s girls night. And I kind of swore off men last night, so I really shouldn’t be drinking anything with one,” you explained and he sighed.

“Just my luck the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on swore off men before running into me,” he mused and you felt yourself grin up shyly at him.

“I bet you say that to all the girls…” you teased and he shook his head.

“Only the ones who keep talking to me after I run into them,” he winked and you laughed.

“But do not let me interrupt your girls' night. But maybe, once you decide to give mankind another chance, you could call me first?” he asked hopefully, giving you what could only be described as puppy eyes.

“Maybe… I could make an exception…”

“Marcus. Marcus Pike,” he said and you smiled, already pulling out your phone as you introduced yourself.

You handed him your phone where he saved his number.

With drinks and the biggest fucking smile on your face you made your way back to the table were expectant looks welcomed you.

“What?” you snapped.

“What are you doing here? I swear I could see your hearteyes for Prince fucking Charming all the way over here!” your friend asked and you bit your lip as you sat down, your head turning to catch Marcus eyes. He was still standing at the counter, a beer in front of him.

“It’s girls night….” you tried but they weren’t having it.

“The way the man looked after you as you left him, was straight out of a rom com.”

“He did?” you asked and they nodded.

“Totally checked your ass out, babe. If you don’t go over there, I will.”

“Over my dead body,” you glared and she grinned.

“Then get over there. Just make sure you keep the drinks coming.”

An hour later you were sitting in a booth with Marcus and he was asking you about your life. And maybe the last glass of wine hadn’t been the best idea, because you kept imagining all kinds of things Marcus could do with his hand to you besides holding yours, like he had been for the last 12 minutes.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, coming closer and his scent came to your nose. He smelled like cotton and lemon and… something manly that made you positively dizzy.

“I’m thinking the last glass of wine wasn’t the best idea. I can feel my brain trying to get words out that are definitely not appropriate in the presence of a handsome FBI agent,” you said sheepishly. And if the words were a little slurred, it was the wine’s fault.

“Now you got me intrigued,” he grinned, his dimple showing and you wanted to just lean over and…

“WE’RE GOING HOME!” a very loud voice let you jump in your seat, Marcus hand coming to rest on your upper thigh soothingly as the two of you looked at your very drunk friends.

“I think I should call it a night too. Not that I want to but I have to at least pretend to work in the morning….”

“Let me take you home?” Marcus asked and you narrowed your eyes. He chuckled.

“Not like that. I just wanna make sure you,” he turned his head, “and your friends get home safe.”

“You don’t have to, Marcus…” you said and he shook his head.

“I want to.”

“Okay,” you smiled.

You were sitting in the passenger's seat of Marcus' car, your three intoxicated friends on the backseat. Even in their drunk state they had been hesitant to just jump into the car of a man they had never met before, but Marcus flashed his badge and a smile and now they wouldn’t shut up about how aliens must be real.

Because Marcus must know something about aliens, he was working for the FBI after all.

“Nothing? Really Mr. Sexy Agent man?” your friend pouted.

“Sorry. My security clearance isn’t high enough for Area 51,” he chuckled as he drove through the dark streets of the city.

You on the other hand were distracted by his jacket that he offered you after getting out of the bar. It smelled like him and if he noticed that you hadn’t been freezing at all, he didn’t say a word.

When you risked a glance to look at him, you found him smiling at you, as he drove your friends securely to their apartments before you were alone with him as he drove towards your place.

Fresh air after two cocktails and two glasses of wine made you dizzy, and you were suddenly very thankful for Prince Marcus Charming driving you home in his white Audi.

“If I would trust myself to not try to get into your pants I would invite you up. But then we would kiss and make out and maybe you would do something with those biiig hands of yours…” oh no the word vomit started and you couldn’t stop it. “And then you would stay and, you know I have nothing at my place to eat for breakfast. I forgot to get food. And I can’t invite anyone over without the offer of food,” you said with a dreamy smile as he parked the car in front of your building. He was grinning at you as he killed the engine.

“As much as I would like to see your cute tipsy ass try to get into my pants, we should postpone that for when you’re sober,” he said, squeezing your hand.

“You think I’m cute?” you asked.

He just laughed before he got out of his car, walking over to open the passengers door and help you out.

“But I wouldn’t complain about you showing up for breakfast tomorrow. I have the feeling I will be miserable,” you groaned, taking his hand as he walked you over to your door.

“Maybe I’ll just do that,” he said warmly as he stopped, the light outside your building illuminating his soft features like a halo. He was so damn handsome.

“Good night, sweetheart,” he whispered and leant down to softly kiss your forehead.

“Good night Marcus.”

Groaning, you sat in front of your laptop. It was 9:30 in the morning and by some miracle you managed to log into your company network, letting the emails load while you inhaled your first cup of coffee.

You thought your head would hurt more this morning, tipsy you did a good job of taking some painkillers and drinking a bottle of water before bed. As the emails kept loading you walked over to your bedroom, grabbing a blanket. You were cold and hungry but at least you managed to shower before you clocked in.

Your thoughts kept returning to one certain FBI Agent throughout the morning. For a small moment you thought you imagined him but then you found his number in your phone. You wanted to write to him. You wanted to see him.

Your doorbell rang and you frowned, walking over to check who it was.

“Hello?”

“Uhm… It’s Marcus? With breakfast?” a voice answered you were so surprised you let your phone fall out of your hands.

“Oh.. Okay. Wow. Yes. Come up. Apartment 2C,” you said and buzzed him in. Looking around yourself you were glad you had spent the whole saturday cleaning your apartment. You ran to the bathroom, checking your appearance and got out of your robe and into some yoga pants and a cosy sweater, before you heard a knock on your door.

Taking a deep breath as you walked to your door, trying to calm your fast beating heart before you opened the door.

He was… still so damn handsome, today wearing jeans, a sweater and a leather jacket that made him even more sexy.

“I was joking last night,” you said with a small smile.

“I don’t joke when it comes to breakfast. I have pancakes.”

“I love you,” you sighed, your eyes widening when you noticed what you said. He chuckled as you stepped to the side while you bumped your head against the door as he walked in.

He followed you to your kitchen, taking everything out he had brought from a diner while you made him some fresh coffee. You watched him as he set the food on the plates you had taken out of the cabinets. He looked over his shoulder, feeling your eyes on him. When he finished he turned around fully, taking a step towards you so you had to tilt your head up to look into his eyes.

“I did mean that it would be hard to keep my hands to myself when you were in my apartment,” you whispered and he smiled.

“Maybe today I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself,” he said, and you sucked your bottom lip in. His hand came up, his thumb running over your lip, to release it from between your teeth.

“Please kiss me, Marcus,” you sighed.

And then he did.

And it was the first of many Valentine’s days you would spend with Marcus Pike.

#my fic #Marcus Pike #Marcus Pike x female reader #Pedro Pascal #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction

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piratesfromspace · 3 years

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Finance Management (Deckard Shaw/Reader)

Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious) x Reader

Word count: 1.9k CW: mention of food & alcohol, smut

Female reader

Note: This short fic has been inspired by a friend of mine who created the character of the financial advisor of mister Shaw. Also there is not enough fics with Deckard Shaw so here we are.

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“Mister Shaw, it’s me again, I’m so sorry but I really need you to call me back please. It’s important. Thank you.”

You let out a deep sigh as you hang up. Handling the finances of rich people is a lucrative and thrilling job, but damn it sometimes those clients of yours are annoying. Especially Mister Shaw.

First, he’s annoyingly busy and unreachable. Most powerful people are, but he can disappear for weeks on end without so much as sending an email.

Second, he’s also infuriatingly handsome and smart and funny. And he has an impeccable sense of style. He has nothing in common with the other clients of your firm, mainly old and boring men, whose only conversation subject is their money and how they hate their wives.

And finally, the worst thing about him is how good of a lover he is. You found out half a year ago, when you ended up in his bed after what should have been a regular business dinner. It was a mistake of course. One that could have cost you your career because it was a very serious breach of contract to sleep with a client.

You never told a soul, and you promised yourself to never do it again. But it was still hard to forget the feeling of him pressed against you, of his hands holding your waist, of his mouth between your thighs...

You try to focus again on your task and stretch your legs, kicking out your high heels. Feet bare on the soft carpet, you walk to the floor-to-ceiling window of your posh office, taking a second to admire the view, as the final rays of the sun disappear over the lake, and Geneva lights up under you. It’s breath-taking, really. But it also means you’re once again staying way too late at the office. Your assistant has gone home a couple hours ago, and your colleagues are either on vacation or on business trips, making you the only person on the building’s 7th floor. You still have a few things to finish so you plop on your leather chair and get back to work, hoping to make it home before 11pm.

That’s when you hear it: the familiar *ding* of the elevator’s door, at the end of the corridor. You tense immediately. You’re not waiting for anyone, and the security guards always use the stairs when completing their patrol.

Steps are coming down your way, and you grab your phone, ready to dial for the security team. And then you recognize his silhouette through the polished glass wall. There is a knock on your door before it opens to reveal Deckard Shaw himself. He’s wearing an expensive suit and an even more expensive watch, a very light stubble is highlighting his perfect jawbone and his deep grey eyes bear a mischievous glint. Handsome, as always.

“Mister Shaw…” you stammer.

“You know you can call me Deckard.” His stupidly sexy British accent and cocky smile will be the death of you.

He’s been in your office for two seconds and you already want to slap him in the face - or climb him like a tree, you can’t really decide.

“It’s quite late, Mister Shaw, you scared me. Anything I can do for you?” you insist on saying his family name, in a feeble attempt to maintain a professional façade.

“You needed to see me.” it’s more a comment than a question, and you’re suddenly reminded of the dozen of unanswered phone calls you made trying to reach him.

“Yes… yes, that’s right, but honestly you could have called tomorrow morning.”

“I’d rather see you in person.” he answers, looking you straight in the eyes. You can feel yourself blushing under his gaze. “Wanted to make sure you’re alright. You’re working too much you know.” he says with a soft smile, as his eyes drift down to your sore bare feet and then to the discarded heels under your desk.

What a condescending prick, you think. But at the same time, he’s right and his care seems somewhat genuine. It will not make you forget you almost lost your job because of him though.

“How did you know I was still here tonight?” you purposely redirect the attention on him, rather than you.

“Well, let’s say I would not leave the woman in charge of my assets without any... supervision.”

“Is that a polite way to say you’ve been spying on me?” you retort dryly.

“Oh I love when you’re getting all angry and snobbish, your French accent is even cuter.”

You’re gonna murder him. You really really want to tell him to go fuck himself, but he’s the one responsible for a very generous part of your paycheck, so you have to keep quiet.

“I would be more comfortable if we keep our conversation strictly professional, Mister Shaw.”

“Everything you want, dear.”

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“Mmph, fu-ck... Deckard, don’t stop”

The professional attitude has been long forgotten, since Deckard has pulled you onto his lap on the velvet couch of his presidential suite at the Four Seasons hotel, where you were supposed to only review the important documents he needed to see. But when the room service had brought a very nice bottle of Scotch, you knew you were screwed. You could not refuse a drink, and the warmth of alcohol combined with the warmth of his hand slightly brushing against your thigh had overcome all your resolve.

You are now sprawled on the king-size bed, moaning his name as Deckard Shaw is destroying your sanity very methodically. One foot on the floor, one leg bent on the edge of the bed, he’s pounding into you, holding your hip with one hand, and circling your clit with the other. His pace is calculated, not too fast so you can feel every inch of him, but not too slow so your nerves don’t have any respite, and it’s driving you crazy. Hands tangled in the dark silk sheets beneath you, you try to catch your breath to no avail.

“I won’t stop darling. Not until I can feel you coming again all over me.” His voice is like heavy honey, dripping all over your senses, drowning you in sweet and sinful promises.

You want to close your eyes to focus on the overwhelming feelings, but the view in front of you is too good to be missed. He looks like some demi-god, bathed in the subdued light of the room, broad and muscular chest, abs perfectly drawn. What is his job again? You vaguely remember him talking about serving a few years in the military when he was younger, but he is still definitely hitting the gym on a regular basis.

His muscles flex when he brings you down on his thick cock a little more sharply than before, and you keen as he hits that perfect spot inside of you. You can feel your orgasm build again, and so can he.

“You’re close, princess, aren’t you?”

You mewl in response and he chuckles darkly, keeping up with his ruthless assault on your most sensitive parts. He angles his fingers just a bit differently on your clit, and keeps thrusting into you, stretching you so perfectly you can’t remember the last time someone fucked you this good - wait , actually you can, it was a few months ago and it was by mister Deckard “annoyingly perfect” Shaw.

“Come on, I know you want to, I’ll keep going until you give me one more anyway princess…”

And that's it. You’re gone. Back arching off the bed, you come hard, harder than the first time, clenching around him. You barely hear him hiss in pleasure as you spasm helplessly on the soft sheets, the silk feeling almost cool against your burning skin.

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“Good morning darling."

You open an eye, natural light is flooding the room, as is the delicious smell of fresh coffee and tea. At the foot of the bed, you spot a room service trolley loaded with breakfast treats and through the open door of the bathroom, you can see Deckard is looking at you in the mirror reflection while buttoning a crisp white shirt.

"Your tea is ready. Black, no milk, right?”

He's right and it's annoying because is there anything this man messes up?

"What time is it?" You ask, suddenly remembering you have a busy schedule today.

"You have 27 minutes to eat and get ready, so I can drop you off at your office in time for your first call of the day."

He knows about your tea preferences and your professional agenda, of course he does , he was not joking when mentioning the whole "spying-on-you" situation, or "supervision" as he liked to call it. He needs to stop it, but you decide to keep this discussion for another day.

You stretch, and rise to put on the hotel bathrobe, sighing at the thought of having to wear the same clothes as yesterday. Last you saw them, they were scattered on the floor all over the room and your underwear were positively ruined.

"The concierge was very helpful this morning, thanks to him I got you a few clothes delivered for today." Deckard adds as he pours himself a cup of coffee from the cart and gestures to the leather armchair where a couple of bags doning logos of luxury brands are perched.

You make your way to the packages, and open the first one to reveal a sophisticated dress, fitted and sexy, but not too much that it would be inappropriate as office wear. The second bag is a thoughtful selection of high end make-up products. And the last one contains a gorgeous set of lacy lingerie, nothing too raunchy but sexy nonetheless. Of course everything is in the right size.

"Thank you..." you whisper, a little stunned. The assortment must have cost him a couple grands at the very least - not that he can't afford it because you're well placed to be sure he can, but still, he did not have to do this.

You have to suppress a smile, because damn he's being annoyingly perfect once more, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction to reveal he was right when promising you could stay the night instead of going home and still look fresh for your day at work.

"I was thinking, I'm free tonight, so maybe we can finally review those documents, you know the ones you were supposed to show me before you jumped on me on the couch last night?" Deckard states as he bites in an apple in front of the window, casually looking at lake Geneva glinting in the bright morning sun.

You blush unwillingly, struggling to find a reply that would save you from admitting you had failed at enforcing your usual work ethic.

"I'm kidding dear!" He barks in a laugh. "I know enough to trust you on this venture, you have my approval to go on with the investment." He continues more seriously.

You open your mouth to answer but he's quicker.

"I'm not kidding about being free though, so what about dinner and then we can see where this takes us…"

When you don't answer immediately, he turns to look at you. Maybe he's realizing the situation can be awkward and precarious for you since you're technically working for him.

"You can say no, I won't take any offense." He adds without irony.

"Yes..." You finally answer, tip toeing toward him until you can snatch the apple he was eating from him. He protests but you shush him.

"...Yes, I would like this very much..."

As he starts to protest again, you take a big bite from the fruit with a knowing smile.

"...but only for dinner. Nothing more."

"You'll be the death of me." Deckard says, falsely irritated, his voice dropping lower.

"At least the feeling is mutual, mister Shaw ..."

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 2)

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: panic attacks, swearing, puking, concussions, mentions of injuries/bullying, homophobia

Word count: 5,138

After school, you were sitting on the couch as you furiously typed on your keyboard at an extremely fast pace. You were on a roll with these essays, they were probably going to be finished by the time you had to go back to the school to get on the bus with the team. You figured that you could even finish Annie’s essay and get started on Sammy’s US history presentation on the sociopolitical climate of the United States in the mid twentieth century to today. However, instead of covering a variety of topics like the rubric requested you to do, you were only going to talk about the significant events that happened to the LGBT+ community starting with Stonewall and going to Obergefell v. Hodges. You were also going to go in depth about how even if there are more opportunities available and more laws set in place to protect for LGBT+ people in the present then there were in past, members of the LGBT+ community still suffer heavy discrimination in the workplace and in the public. With receipts of course, the assignment required a minimum of three pictures per slide, and the group chat was a perfect source.

After that was done, you would email Sammy’s teacher (you had her last year for US history and you knew that she had a son in the grade below you currently transitioning from female to male) that you were the one that did her project and send screenshots of Sammy calling you slurs. Luckily for you, you had receipts of her being transphobic in the past that you could also send. Everything was effortlessly falling into place for you today.

As you were typing, the front door swung open and two overly excited fifth graders ran into the house and up the stairs. A tired Schlatt followed them. “I will never know how the hell Phil keeps up with them.”

“I dunno, maybe because he’s already raised three kids before.”

You watched as your uncle jumped and whipped his head over towards you, his hand clutching his chest. He lightly glared at you, “christ kid don’t do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

You smirked at him before turning back to your laptop to continue typing the essay. You were almost done with the conclusion paragraph on Annie’s essay and you wanted to get to Sammy’s presentation as fast as possible. As you were typing, you felt a warm air fan across your neck and your uncle’s voice right next to your ear, “whatcha typin?”

You lept off the couch and almost fell into the coffee table before steadying yourself and deadpanning at Schlatt. “I was typing an essay before you interrupted me.”

He snorted, “it looked like you were on a roll, just thought I’d see what my beloved niece was writing. Can I read it?”

Your eyes lit up as an excited grin split your cheeks, “yeah, but lemme catch you up real quick. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie got mad at me a few days ago and wanted me to do some homework for them as a sort of payment. But after they pulled that little stunt in the lunchroom yesterday, they decided to be little bitches to me and call me slurs. So naturally, I decided to change the essay prompt into an in depth analysis about discrimination LGBT people face from their peers on the daily. My english teacher’s really against homophobia and the project’s worth twenty five percent of our overall grade, so it’s perfect.”

While you were rambling on and on about your detailed plot for revenge, Schlatt couldn’t help but be proud of the person you’d become. A major part of him was impressed that you came up with a detailed plan so quickly, that meant that his cunning nature was rubbing off on you and that made him ecstatic. Sure you mentioning not being straight was new to him, but he was prepared to accept you for whatever you identified as. He didn’t care how people identified, he just cared if they were good people. And his niece was one of the best kids he knew. He’d let your slip up slide for now until you felt comfortable enough to properly come out to him.

“That an amazing plan, fuckin brilliant. Though, you could do more.”

That piqued your interest, “I’m listening.”

“Do you have any blackmail?”

Your eyes glinted with sudden understanding, “why yes I do, uncle dearest. I just so happen to have thousands of texts from them talking shit about each other and basically the entire school. And them being incredibly racist. They would be destroyed if that came out.”

“Two things. One, never call me that again. Two, perfect. Keep it as leverage if they try to do something. You don’t pull out all the good cards in the first round, you wait for the right moment to strike so you can win. You need to constantly defend yourself against other players and anticipate their every move. If you leak everything right now, you won’t have anything to use against them if they have something up their sleeve you didn’t know about. Patience is key in things like this.”

You absorbed every single word that came out of his mouth like it was the holy gospel. Although he was your uncle and you loved him with all your heart, but he was a sly bastard when he wanted to be. He knew his way around fighting and manipulating people just right, so you were incredibly happy that you were on his good side and he absolutely adored you. Though questionable and morally gray, he was giving you advice because he cared about you and you’d be an idiot to not heed his advice.

“That’s genius, Uncle Schlatt. What would I do without you?”

“You’d get along just fine without me, you would’ve gotten there eventually. You’re smart. I’m just givin you a little push in the right direction.”

“I honestly would’ve never thought about waiting, I was so dead set on getting revenge that I would’ve just leaked everything all at once. I want them to feel how I felt when they were around me. I-” you paused. Would this make you the same as them? You’d be screwing up all their grades, Adrian’s job, and Sammy’s athletic career. You came to the chilling realization that you’d be the same as them. You’d be as manipulative as they were. “...Uncle Schlatt, would that make me the same as them?”

“Fuck no! You’re always gonna be better than them no matter what. When they’re at their best, you’re always gonna be a whole lot better than them. They deserve what’s happening to them, it sounds like they put you through so much shit the past few years. I actually think you could do a whole lot worse to them if you’re willing to put more work in, but it’s your plan and if you think that what you’re doing is too much,” he darkly chuckled, “you wouldn’t like my idea.”

“You’re right, they deserve everything I have planned for them. God, I don’t know what I was thinking, ‘would that make me the same as them,’” you mocked what you said earlier, “what a load of shit. Anyways, thanks Uncle Schlatt. I’m gonna get back to writing this. They’re due tomorrow and I wanna finish as much as I can before I have to go.”

“Alright, whaddya want for dinner? Phil’s gonna be like thirty minutes late from work so I’m cookin tonight.”

Oh no. No, no, no, no. That man can barley cook boxed mac n cheese, let alone anything else. He’d burn down the house if you left him alone in the kitchen with the stove. “On second thought, why don’t I help you with dinner? We can make some chicken alfredo.”

“Awe, you’d rather hang out with me than finish your homework? Ya really do love me. C’mon let’s start.”

The process of making dinner was… interesting. Multiple times, Schlatt almost spilled boiling water on himself and he even managed to burn the pasta while it was in the water. How he even managed to do that you’d never find out, you had your back turned cutting up vegetables and herbs at the time. That was when you subtly started to take over in the kitchen, giving him smaller tasks while you handled everything else. You felt bad for Tubbo, his father can’t cook for shit.

By time you finished, about an hour passed and Philza had come home and changed out of his work clothes. The two adults sat at the table discussing something that you didn’t pay attention to while your brothers and cousin were in the living room waiting for you to finish dinner. Finally, you set the table and it was time to eat.

Because you couldn’t have many fatty foods before any matches or practices, you had made a separate plate for yourself that only had plain pasta, chicken, and broccoli. You were surprised with how well it turned out, you were following an iffy recipe you found on the first link Google brought up.

After dinner, you went upstairs to put your uniform on and pack a little bag full of things you might need: a small blanket, some snacks, a water bottle, and a portable charger. Oh, and fuzzy socks and a pair of crocs. You could never go wrong with fuzzy socks and crocs. Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pulled out your phone.

Hales : )

(Y/n), I’m omw to your house

Gonna give you a ride to the school

(Y/n)

Hales you don’t have to give me a ride, I can drive

Hales : )

Don’t care

Omw, be there in like 7 mins

You swiped out of yours and her conversation and opened up the family group chat

(Y/n)

I don’t need a ride to the school, Haley’s giving me one

She’s gonna give me a ride home too

Dadza

Alright, thank her for me

Tell her I said good luck too!

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

Dadza

(Y/n), do everything he wouldn’t do

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Fuck you I’m a good influence

Dadza

You’re really not

Wilby

^^^^

Technology Sword

Uncle Schlatty Patty

Fuck all of you

You heard Haley’s car pull into the driveway and dashed out of your room with your bag. Just as you put your hand on the doorknob, a hand stopped you.

“Coat.”

You grumbled as you reached past Philza to grab your coat. After you slipped it on, you were pulled into a hug. “You’re gonna do great out there. I know you’re gonna win this, we’ll be watching in the stands.”

“Damn right she’s gonna do good, she’s my niece after all.”

Schlatt pulled you away from your father’s hug and tried to ruffle your hair before you swatted away his hand, “don’t. You have no idea how long it took me to get a perfect ponytail. I have an ungodly amount of hairspray and bobby pins in my hair right now.”

“Fine. You’re gonna kick their asses tonight.”

Tommy and Tubbo pushed past Schlatt and both tackled you into a hug making you stumble slightly back.

“Kick their asses good (y/n)!” Tommy cheered, making you crack up before one stern glance from Philza completely stopped you. “Tommy, don’t say that. (Y/n), not funny.”

“Alright, Haley’s waiting for me. I gotta go, love you guys!” As you turned to walk through the door, you could hear your family following you and shouting “good luck”. You felt heat creep up on your cheeks as Haley rolled down her window and wove at your family with the biggest grin on her face.

“Thank you! We’re gonna take home the gold for sure!”

You hopped in her car as she rolled up the window and chuckled. “I love your family, they’re always so full of energy. It’s refreshing to see compared to how boring my family is.”

You glanced at your entire family gathered on the front porch. Tommy and Tubbo were practically vibrating with excitement, Wilbur and Techno calmly smiled and wove at you, Philza was grinning widely at you as you saw his mouth forming words that you couldn’t hear or read, and Schlatt was grinning cheekily at you. You raised your hand to wave at them as they vanished from view when Haley pulled out of your driveway. You smiled softly, “I love em too.”

The car ride was relatively quick with the same soft indie pop music floating from the speakers and an easy going conversation with Haley about the match tonight. You both thought that you could beat the other team if everyone focused 100% and played exactly like you guys did in practices. If everyone did that, you would be unstoppable.

Luckily for you and Haley, you were the first ones in line to board the bus so you two got the back seat with Zara and Jazzy sitting across from you guys. The hour long bus ride passed quickly and lively with you four passing around your phone and playing some mad libs, you were sure that by the end of the last game you four were laughing and crying. Sometime in the middle of the trip, you noticed that Haley would start to lean on your shoulder and continuously glance at you as she laughed. You desperately wanted to believe that it was because she liked you, but she was straight and she was your best friend. She was probably trying to make sure you were having a good time.

When the team had gotten to the opposing school and left the locker room to stretch in the gym, you could hear your family start to scream your and Haley’s names from the front row next to you, Tommy and Tubbo being the loudest amongst them with Philza trying to get them to quiet down so you could focus. You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled at them and Haley wove enthusiastically back at them. Zara was laughing at you two. Stretching went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were on the court facing the opposing team.

The first match was won by the opposing team by five points. The second match stretched on and on until it was won by your team narrowly by two points. The team was going to have to shape up in the third match if you guys wanted a chance at winning, the opposing team was good. Before the third match started, Coach Williams called for a time out so you guys could talk about strategy. Before Haley could go back onto the court, you pulled her aside.

“Hales, we need to do what we practiced. The other team won’t be expecting it at all, I’ve been setting you up this entire game. They’re never going to expect you setting me up for a spike.”

“When are we going to do it though? We need a better plan.”

“I’m sure the opportunity will come and both of us will recognize it. We just can’t do it too early in the game though, that’ll ruin their surprise.”

“(Y/n), I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“When do I not Hales? We gotta get gold this year.”

The third round went by with both teams constantly swapping places until you both were tied fifteen to fifteen. You saw the ball flying towards Haley, giving her the perfect opportunity to set you up for a spike. “HALEY NOW!”

You watched as her face hardened in determination as she pretended like she was going to spike it by jumping high in the air and stretching her arms back, making the opposing front row players all gather in front of her. Much to their surprise, she launched it towards you as you leaped up and went for the kill. The stinging of the ball hit by your wrist and the smack sound the ball made when it slammed onto the open gym floor was something you’d never forget as the crowd around you went wild over the unexpected play. You could hear the high pitched screaming of Tommy and Tubbo over everybody else. Glancing at them over your shoulder, you saw them jumping up and down on the gym floor and looking at you with awe filled eyes and gaping mouths. The rest of your family looked at you with similar expressions, their cheers echoing in your mind. Winking at them, you turned back to your team and went straight to Haley. Clapping a hand on her shoulder, you pulled her into a quick hug, yelling over the raving of the crowd. “HALEY WE NAILED THAT!”

“HOLY SHIT I DID NOT THINK THAT WAS ACTUALLY GONNA WORK!”

“You have such little faith in your setter! You wound me Hales.”

“Well, I would have more faith in you if you weren’t chaotic on the court, sweetheart.”

You felt yourself surge in happiness at the nickname, but you couldn’t afford to focus too much on it. Your team only needed one more point to win best in the state and go to nationals. It would be the first time in your team’s history if you reached national level, and you’d be damned if you were the one to screw it up for them.

The last rotation went on for a while, each team fighting tooth and nail for the state championship title with clashing determination. You tried your best to block every hit and try to set Haley up for a spike, and you were successful for the most part, only missing a few blocks. You saw the setter adjacent to you set the spiker up for a spike and jumped up in time to try to block it, your arms stretched upwards and your palms out. Only, the ball didn’t hit your hands. It collided painfully with your nose, ricocheted off your face with a thwack and sailed over to the other side of the court. Your head whipped back as your body followed suit and flew backwards onto the floor. Without giving you any time to react, your head bounced back and cracked against the polished hardwood floor of the gym. Everything went black.

“...(y……”

“..(y/n)......”

“(Y/n).”

You faintly heard someone calling someone’s name over the continuous ringing noise. Was it your name? It felt right, so it had to be your name. You peeled your eyes open to see a blurry figure hovering over you. It was swirled with tans, browns, and backs. After a while of the figure repeating your name, it slowly became more recognizable, albeit appearing twice in your vision. It took you a while to figure out who this was before your muddled brain recognized Haley.

“Hales! There’s two o’ya. Twice as beautiful babe…” You slurred out as you attempted to smile at her.

“Oh thank god, PLEASE WE NEED A DOCTOR SHE HIT HER HEAD!” Her usually angelic voice gritted against your brain like sandpaper making you cringe as pain exploded in your head.

“God babe you’re so loud, why’s so bright? I-wha's goin on?” You blearily tried to move your head to look around only to be stopped by a pair of large hands on each side of your head gently holding it in place. You moved your laggy eyes around to look at the figure. He was a blonde man with blue eyes and a hint of stubble on his chin. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked… he looked… your brain worked to figure out why he looked how he looked. Who was he?

“Please don’t move hun.” His muffled voice was baritone. You squinted at him trying to figure out who this man was.

“Who th f-fuck… why?”

“I’m your dad hun. Do-do you not recognize me?” You made a noise in the back of your throat as your stuffy brain finally put a name to the face.

“Dad- wha’s goin on? I’on feel so good…”

“Shh, I know, I know. Just stop moving and talking. Everything’s fine. I’m here. You’re okay.”

“Mmk… Dad, where are we? I’ont know- you’re so quiet.”

“Stop moving so much. You’re on the floor in a gym. You just won your team the state championship. Now stop talking please.”

Huh. So that’s why everybody seemed to appear from above you. You strained your eyes to look around you, but you could only see your dad’s face hovering above you. “Shit I- who’s aroun’ me? Where’s Hales?”

“I’m right here sweetheart. I got the doctor, Mr. Minecraft.”

Your dad’s face moved away from your vision so fast that it made your head spin and your stomach twist. Another face appeared above you that you once again didn’t recognize.

“I’m Doctor Martin, can you tell me your first and last name?”

“Uh, (y/n) Minecraft?”

“Good, what month are we in right now?”

“Nov-November?”

“Close, it’s late October. Can you tell me who this,” he pointed to your dad, “is?”

“S’my dad Phillip.”

“That’s your dad Philza.”

The questioning stopped as he suddenly shined a blinding light into your sensitive eyes. You hissed as you tried to move your head away from the offending light only to be held in place by your dad’s hands. Your head spun as you moved too quickly and a wave of nausea hit you, making you groan and move your arm to cover your eyes. Your hand was stopped by something warm and soft wrapping around it and holding it tightly. Everything was so overwhelmingly and painfully bright and loud. You wanted to make it stop.

“Mr. Minecraft, your daughter appears to have a concussion. I don’t have the tools on hand to determine the severity of it, but it’s worrying that her pupils are asymmetrical, she’s delirious, and has slight memory loss. I understand you live about an hour away from here, and it’s alright for you to take her to a hospital closer to your house. Make sure you keep her alert.”

Your delirious mind only registered about half of what came out of the doctor’s mouth. You mumbled gibberish as you once again opened your eyes to look around. You were only briefly able to crane your neck to the left. Several figures large and small were standing behind your dad. Your family, your mind supplemented. Slowly, your mind was starting to recognize your surroundings even if there was currently double of everything and everything was blurry.

“I’m going to help you stand up. Do ya think you can do that?”

“Yeah Dad.” You lifted your upper body off from the ground with a gentle hand on your back helping you sit up. Fighting the wave of nausea that slapped you in the face, you reached up to rub at your eyes. A hand once again stopped you. You peeked your eyelids open and lightly glared at whomever stopped you. “Hales you’re lucky you’re so cute I woulda slapped you. I like holdin but you’re bein annoying. Stop.” You attempted to make your voice sound firm, but the words that came out of your mouth were slightly slurred.

She was silent as she helped her dad haul you to your feet. Once on your feet, you saw the room spin and felt yourself start to sway slightly. An arm wrapped itself around your shoulders and pulled you close to them so that your weight was supported. They were a little taller than you were making it easy to lean on them.

“...Can you walk?” A deep, monotone voice rumbled the chest of the person you were leaning against.

“Mhm. ‘M not weak.” Though your limbs felt like they were made of molasses, you placed one foot in front of the other slowly. The person moved alongside you, “you’re doing so good, keep going.” That sparked familiarity in you as you stopped in your tracks and tried to look up at the person you were leaning against making the person tighten their arm around your shoulders when you almost fell over.

“Tech?”

“Yeah, it’s Technoblade. Just focus on walking. You’re almost out of the gym.”

When you realized that you were out of the gym, you sighed in relief. It was so much quieter and darker. Though it was still relatively bright, it was better than the gym.

“S’better.”

“When we get her to the car we can give her some sunglasses or something if it’s still too bright for her.”

“Wilbs-”

“Focus on walking.”

You huffed in irritation, “don’ tell me what to do bitch.”

You felt Techno’s body jolt slightly as he chuckled, making your head throb at the sudden movement. “Just walk.”

When you walked outside, you shivered as you felt the cool air nip at your exposed skin. Right, you were in your volleyball uniform. “I’ll go pull the car around, you guys stay with her.”

You saw a tall brunet start to walk away from you. Uncle Splat? Uncle Schmat? Whatever his name was, you were sure he was your uncle. You tried to snuggle closer to Techno, craving warmth but never being satisfied. Where was your uncle?

After a while, you saw a car moving towards you and blinding light pointed right at you making you cringe away and groan. Techno started to slowly walk towards the car. “C’mon (y/n), you’re almost there. When you’re in the car you can relax.”

“Tommy, Tubbo, and Techno, you’re in the back row. Schlatt can drive and Wil, you’re taking the passenger seat. I’ll stay with her in the middle row so she can have some room to lay down.” Tommy and Tubbo were with you? Why weren’t they talking, they usually were very vocal.

“Tom, Tubbs didja like the game?”

They didn’t say anything as they climbed into the car. Did they not hear you?

“They’re just… tired (y/n).” Your dad’s voice reassured you as he took Techno’s place holding you up.

“I wanna nap. ‘M so tired.”

“You can’t sleep yet. We gotta get you to a doctor first.”

“Mm. Makes sense.”

“Let’s get you in the car hun.”

As he helped you climb into the car, you felt an overwhelming wave of nausea wash over you making you lose your balance and almost faceplant into the cloth seats. You felt yourself being gently, yet urgently taken out of the car and led to grass as you felt your esophagus shorten. Something burning made its way up your throat and spewed into the grass. You felt someone rubbing your back as you puked up your dinner.

When you were done, you reached up with a shaking hand to wipe your mouth. “You feelin better? Think you can get back into the car or do you need to sit down for a bit?”

“Car.”

After some difficulty, you were successfully in the middle row of the car laying down with your head on Philza’s lap. Soon enough, your shoes were taken off and a blanket was draped over you.

“(Y/n), what do you remember?”

You scrunched up your face as you squinted at Philza’s face. “I remember playing volleyball with Hales. She’s so pretty, she’s straight though. I remember the other team hitting the ball, me jumping, then nothin. Wha’ happened?”

You watched as Philza winced, “well, you got everything right so far. You got hit in the face with the ball so you fell and hit your head on the floor. You were passed out for a minute before you woke up. It was a pretty nasty fall, we’re going to the hospital now. How’re ya feelin?”

“Head hurts, ‘m seein two of everything, an I can’t think.”

“Do you know what a concussion is?” You nodded in his lap slightly, “you probably have one.”

After a while of talking, you were slowly starting to come to your senses and your speech was clearing up, but your head was still too stuffy to think about what you were saying before you said it. You didn’t have a filter.

“Do you wanna tell us about your week so far? Do you remember most of it?”

“Mhm, it was shit. On Monday I had a panic attack and Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were being bitches to me all day. They fucked up my back. On Tuesday, they got mad at me for ditching them and they had me do their homework, had another panic attack, and Haley told me that someone took pictures of our boobs ‘n stuff and they were gonna leak it to the school if Haley didn’t stop hanging out with me. Haley and I almost kissed, but she’s straight. Pulled an all nighter and Wednesday I accidentally came out to Tech and Wil and had another panic attack. Annie, Adrian, and Sammy took more pictures of me through my window, Annie outed me to the entire school and slapped me. Another panic attack, skipped the last two classes and felt like shit the entire practice. Today Adrian and Sammy told me to kill myself and I had another panic attack. ’S about it.”

As you were going through your week, the hand that was previously gently stroking your hair had frozen as the car was enveloped in a tense silence. Luckily, Tommy and Tubbo were passed out in the back seat so they didn’t hear how bad your week was. Everyone awake knew that you had a few bad days this week, but they didn’t know the full extent of it. You watched as Philza’s expression had turned downright murderous, but you didn’t really care. You were busy talking about your week.

For the rest of the car ride, Philza asked you simple questions like what your favorite color was, your favorite animal, basically your favorite everything. Eventually, the car pulled into the hospital parking lot and Philza helped you get out of the car. “Schlatt, can you take the boys home so they can get some rest? I’ll stay with her.”

“Yeah, I’m on it. Don’t cause too much trouble (y/n), we all know you can raise hell.” He watched you for a reaction, but when you didn’t react, he coughed. “Well, I’ll see ya later kid. Good luck.”

The car drove off leaving you and Philza at the front of the emergency room building. “It’s gonna be a long night (y/n).”

“I gotta finish Annie’s essay and Sammy’s presentation though.”

“No you don’t, I’ll email your teachers.”

You two checked in with the front desk before moving to sit on the uncomfortable chairs. It was going to be a long night. You were so tired.

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myherowritings · 4 years

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of gold stars and lotus crisps

SUMMARY. You didn’t always get along with your roommate. But with his disarming charm and genuine kindness, you soon found yourself taking a liking to Zhongli and all the little gifts he got for you.

PAIRING. zhongli x reader

WORD COUNT. 3.0k

GENRE. roommate au, modern au, fluff

A/N. i’m in love with zhongli, did u know? 😳 anyway i think i had way too much fun writing this ahdjksd so pls enjoy 🥺💓 xx sof

Your roommate wasn’t particularly airheaded, you wouldn’t say. But he did seem to either forget or not care for the mundane, everyday things in life.

Mundane, everyday things such as closing the door as he entered, turning the faucet off after washing dishes, bringing his wallet with him when he went shopping, eating enough meals throughout the day needed to properly sustain his health...

Honestly, you had to wonder how on earth he’s kept himself alive all these years. It wouldn’t surprise you if he was pampered and spoiled rotten all his life. (Though, after getting to know him, you started to realize he did nothing out of malintent and he wasn’t actually a spoiled brat.)

Still, it was annoying at first—you couldn’t lie.

Those weren’t characteristics you wanted in a roommate, but with how high rent was these days, it wasn’t like you had much of a choice. You’d rather split rent with someone who seemed fairly harmless, albeit a bit of a handful, than go house-hunting all over again.

In the beginning, it was a chore. Constantly closing the door after him or reminding him to lock it himself, paying attention to the running water in case he left the faucet open and accidentally flooded the place, cooking extra for breakfast so he could have something to eat instead of just skipping the meal— It was a lot to deal with at first.

But he was receptive to communication. After you sat down with him one night and genuinely told him about the things that bothered you, Zhongli tried to be more mindful of his surroundings and checked the sink before leaving the kitchen. He brought his keys with him and closed the door. And he even remembered to bring his wallet whenever the two of you went out to eat together! That was a feat in itself, you had to say.

One thing he never quite got the hang of, however, was not skipping meals due to sheer forgetfulness.

“Did you eat breakfast yet?” you would ask.

He would pause, putting his book or whatever else was capturing his attention at the time down. “Breakfast… I’m afraid I can’t remember if it was yesterday or the day before when I last ate it.”

And that simply wouldn’t do.

You found yourself waking up a little earlier before Zhongli had to go to work and cooking a little more than usual in order to ensure he had something to eat. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day, after all! You couldn’t just let your roommate (and friend) miss the best meal.

It became more and more frequent for the two of you to eat breakfast together to start your day, bonding as you passed a pitcher of orange juice and shared smiles as the sun shined through the glass windows.

Mornings became a million times more pleasant with him around.

And it wasn’t as if your friendship was purely one-sided, with you giving more than you were getting. In his own ways, Zhongli would express his gratitude and liking towards you.

Most days, he’d come home from work or from hanging out with his friends with a gift in his hands. Whether it be a shiny figurine from an anime you liked or an obscure snow globe with indecipherable writings on it, he would offer it to you with a wide-eyed look on his face, as if he was deliberately gauging your reaction.

“Y/N, would you care for this gift? It reminded me of you and I thought you would like it.”

Or—

“You said you were a fan of this show, correct? I’m not sure who the character on this sweatshirt is, but it seems to suit you.”

Soon, you found all of Zhongli’s gifts to you taking up a whole corner in your room, from the clothes in the dresser to the trinkets resting on the shelves atop. You couldn’t help but smile fondly whenever you glanced at it.

The routine became second nature, with you cooking meals for him and eating breakfast and sometimes even dinner together, him giving you random gifts and treating you out (when he remembered to bring his wallet, of course). The two of you seemed to settle into a nice, content rhythm. That was, until the past few days when you started feeling an odd flutter in your stomach and an unfamiliar race of your heart in Zhongli’s presence.

You didn’t sense those physiological changes when you were around him before… Why was it happening now?

After hours of thinking, you came to the conclusion that these symptoms could only be one of two things: Either you randomly caught the case of a stomach bug, or you developed a crush on your roommate.

You couldn’t say which would be worse.

And to add insult to injury, you were having this sudden revelation only minutes before Zhongli’s arrival back home. He was out for the weekend and would be here for dinnertime.

You decided to make a meal of Bamboo Shoot Soup with Lotus Flower Crisps for dessert— Something a little fancier than usual and something you knew he liked, and for some reason, you felt nervous at the thought of him tasting your cooking this time. It was often the case you cooked for yourself and made enough for him to have some servings, but today, you wanted to make things he enjoyed in hopes of having him be pleased by the effort you put in.

Sure, he would’ve appreciated a sloppily put together Adventurer’s Breakfast Sandwich, but an annoying part of you couldn’t help but seek praise from your crush for a dish you put your heart into.

Soon enough, you heard the familiar jingling of keys and unlocking of the door as Zhongli stepped inside, slipping his shoes off and removing his overcoat. From the corner of your eye, you saw him pull out a small box from the inner pocket of his coat and slip it into the pocket of his slacks.

“Hi, Zhongli! Welcome home,” you greeted from the kitchen as you shut the stove off. “You came just in time for me to finish making dinner.”

Home. Was calling your shared space ‘home’ strange? It seemed oddly domestic and you felt your heartbeat pick up speed. It felt right to call it home, and that made you nervous.

“It smells delectable,” said Zhongli with a smile, rolling his sleeves up his forearms before he washed his hands in the sink. While he dried off, he watched as you scooped the contents of the pot into two bowls. “The bamboo looks perfectly cooked and the pork seems tender and succulent. It’s lovely; thank you for taking the time to cook it, Y/N.”

You felt heat flood your cheeks at his flood of praises, puffing your chest up ever so slightly. “Well, maybe you should taste it first before you shower me in compliments— What if it’s not as good as it looks?”

“Having knowledge of your culinary skills from past experiences, I believe it’s unlikely for this meal to be anything less than delicious.” He helped you carry the bowls and utensils to the dining room table, sitting down in front of you with a fond look on his face.“After all, you made it.”

Stuffing your mouth full of bamboo shoots to prevent a dopey look from spreading and inevitably outing your newfound crush on him, you mumbled a quick, “Thanks.”

He nodded, promptly settling into a comfortable silence as he enjoyed every bite of the soup. Like usual, the meal was on the quieter side, save for his occasional compliments and hums of satisfaction as he ate your cooking.

“Somehow, you manage to outdo yourself each time,” he commended as he finished his bowl, carefully folding his napkin in a neat square after dabbing it across his mouth. “Thank you for the meal and company, Y/N.”

“Of course. I always enjoy having dinner with you.”

“Maybe tomorrow, you would allow me to take you out for dinner at Xinyue Kiosk? You recently expressed an interest in having Yue cuisine so I managed to talk to the owner and secure a reservation.”

Your eyes widened. Xinyue Kiosk was known for having a waitlist that was over three-months long— Travellers from overseas waited years just to get a taste of their Fullmoon Egg and Golden Crab.

Just a few days ago, you told Zhongli you were craving some Crystal Shrimp from the restaurant and, while he wasn’t fond of seafood, he promised he’d take you to get some soon. Now, you knew he had some pretty powerful connections through his line of work, but you didn’t know it was strong enough to wiggle his way past a three-month waitlist.

Did he sell his left kidney for a spot? you wondered, only half-joking.

“Xinyue Kiosk? Tomorrow?” you repeated, wanting to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you.

“Yes, tomorrow.” He hesitated, an unfamiliar flash of uncertainty crossing his features. “Unless, of course, you are unable to accompany me or do not wish to do so— I apologize if I have made any rash assumptions—”

“No, no! That’s not it at all! I’d love to go with you! I was just surprised you got a reservation on such short notice,” you said hurriedly, shaking your head. “But maybe I shouldn’t be too shocked; you are amazing after all.”

“You flatter me. I simply called in on a favor once I found out you wanted to dine on some Yue cuisine,” he brushed off nonchalantly. “It’s the least I could do for you.”

“The least you could do for me is take me on a fancy date to the most exclusive restaurant in Liyue Harbor, hmm?” you teased. “Is this a grand gesture of your affection towards me?”

“Yes.”

His answer was so straightforward and brief, you almost didn’t catch it. “P-pardon?”

Zhongli smiled but didn’t say a word in response.

Was he just joking around and teasing you back? Your stomach churned in excitement but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. You tried to shake off your nerves.

There was a beat of silence.

“I made some Lotus Flower Crisps for us—!” “Would you care for a gift I got you—?”

The two of you blurted out your sentences at the same time, trying to patch the lapse of quiet from settling in.

“Apologies,” said Zhongli, tilting his head to the side. “What were you saying again?”

“Oh, no, it’s fine! You can go first!”

He studied you closely but eventually relented. “If you’re sure.” Zhongli stood up to gingerly pull a mint-colored box out of his pocket, walking around the table until he was next to you. “I was only saying I stopped by the jewelers on the way home from work and picked this up for you.”

A silly smile spread across your face as you accepted the box into your hands. The jewelry box itself felt durable and luxe, and you opened it up to see cushions of velvet holding a delicate-looking necklace in place. The chain was gold and shiny and there was a small star pendant in the center.

“Stars are bright and brilliant and never fail to light up the darkness. Such a necklace seemed only fitting for the likes of you.”

Your stomach felt like dolphins were flipping and doing tricks inside. Comparing someone to a star didn’t seem like a ‘just roommates’ thing to do, but you’d rather not assume anything only to be let down. So instead, you just grinned. “It’s beautiful— I love it so much, Zhongli! Thank you.”

“I’m glad it’s to your liking. Do you need any assistance putting it on?”

“I’d appreciate that very much,” you said with a nod, watching as his nimble fingers removed the chain from the velvet cushion and gently draped it around you.

The cool metal brushed against your warm skin, startling you enough that you almost jumped up in your seat. But that feeling of shock didn’t compare to the sparks that came when Zhongli rested his palm against the nape of your neck, taking his time to secure the gold clasp.

“It’s 24 karat gold which means the pendant, though small, may be more malleable than jewelry made of alloyed gold. If you wish to engage in more strenuous physical activities it may be best to take it off then to keep the piece in best condition. Only if that’s to your interest, of course. It’s yours and you may do with it whatever you please.” He removed his fingers from the back of your neck and you felt disappointed at the loss of warmth. “All that to say… I hope you like it.”

Zhongli seemed to have a shy look on his face, a stark contrast from his usually confident and self-assured features. As if he didn’t look cute enough already, you internally swooned.

“Are you kidding? I love it!” You threw your arms over his shoulders, overjoyed at your new gift. A pure, 24 karat gold piece wasn’t something that sounded inexpensive, and you’d be sure to treasure it for as long as you could. “Thank you so, so much, Zhongli.”

“You’re more than welcome.” He looked happy that you were happy, smiling as he admired the delicate chain of jewelry around your neck. “It looks stunning on you.”

You glowed at his flattery, but attempted to play it off with a small shrug. “Only because you have good taste.”

“What use is good taste if not to complement the recipient of the present?” said Zhongli, taking a seat back down on the chair across from you. “Now, what were you saying earlier?”

There was a moment of confusion before you remembered the dessert you made for him cooling on the counter.

“Oh, right!” You stood up in excitement, bouncing over to the kitchen to pull out a tray of Lotus Flower Crisps. “I made these for you,” you said nervously, placing the sweets in the center of the dining table. “It’s probably not as good of a gift as the necklace you got but—”

“It’s better,” he said with certainty.

You blinked. “Better?”

“Yes. After all, you made it.” His voice was confident and his smile was firm as he looked fondly at you. “A gift that requires time and effort to create is the best one a person could receive.” He admired the blooming fried pastry, gently touching the part that was meant to resemble a petal. “Maybe I can make you a gift instead of buying it one day as well.”

“I’d appreciate anything from you,” you said plainly. “If you came home with a half-off candybar, I’d love it nonetheless.”

Zhongli chuckled, taking a bite of a Lotus Flower Crisp. “You’re very generous. That’s just one thing I like about you.”

You grew bashful. Just one? Then what were the other things?

“This tastes absolutely delicious, by the way,” he said, the last piece of his pastry disappearing between his lips, the pink tip of his tongue poking out to sweep a loose crumb off the corner of his mouth. “Thank you for making this, Y/N.”

Forcibly tearing your gaze away from his lips, you took a drink of water to clear your dry throat. “You’re welcome. I’m happy you think so. I was worried the taste wouldn’t be to your liking.”

“No need to worry then, I trust in your culinary skills completely.”

You shared a smile as you ate the pastry in contentment. The sweet crispness of the pink flower felt light in your stomach, the perfect dessert to complement the mood.

Once the two of you were stuffed full, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to your conversation at the beginning of the night.

“So…” you trailed off, promptly gathering Zhongli’s full attention. “Earlier, when I asked if dinner at Xinyue Kiosk would be a date and a way for you to show your affection and you said yes… You weren’t joking around?”

“I wouldn’t jest about such a thing,” he stated. “Besides, I was talking to Aether about you and he said we were practically dating already. I wasn’t too sure what he meant at first, but apparently it’s not commonplace for roommates to give each other gifts and spend meals together like this.”

You flushed, having the decency to look sheepish. “Well, I guess he’s right about that. Not that it really matters what’s common or not as long as we both enjoy it,” you said assuredly despite your fluttering heart. You found your hand gravitating towards the small star pendant around your neck. You held it between your thumb and forefinger, finding both comfort and courage in the smooth metal. “Still… I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of dating.”

He smiled when he noticed you holding onto the gift he got for you. “I agree. With you as a partner, the prospect of dating doesn’t sound particularly tedious. Perhaps a nice dinner out would be a good starting point into something more… Official, I believe is the word Aether used?”

Official. You quite liked the sound of that. “I’d love that. A real, official date sounds nice,” you said with a grin, removing your hands from your necklace only to place it over his, clasping them gently. “Anything to spend more time with you.”

Zhongli gave you a gentle squeeze back. “It’s a date then. And I’m rather looking forward to it.”

Fondly, you wondered how your roommate who you once could barely even stand turned into someone so important to you. You went from two objects repelling each other in space, to a binary star system, gravitational bound together.

“I’m looking forward to it too.”

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sundaysundaes · 4 years

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Jealousy

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Smut, Fluff, Drama | NC-17 | College AU Summary: It comes as a nice surprise when you saw your ex-boyfriend at your workplace and you thought everything was going to be fine. You both have moved on, right? Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend, Lee Donghyuck, thinks otherwise.

Warnings: rough unprotected sex, oral sex, slight choking, slight dirty talk, this is just pure filth you guys I’m so sorry I had too much feels

It’s the continuation of Before Our Story Began but can still be read separately if you want.

It has been months since you first dated Lee Donghyuck, also popularly known as Lee Haechan, and things were great—more than great, even, but all good things have come to an end at one point. Your relationship with Haechan is still going pretty strong, but now that you have passed the Honeymoon Phase—where it’s all just sex and raw passion—things can sometimes get a little tense.

While he’s been certainly fun and charming for the most times you’ve been together, not to mention adventurous when it comes to sex, Haechan can be really stubborn and selfish that you often start to bicker with him over the simplest of things.

Like yesterday, for example.

“Look, I said I’m sorry!” He whined and you held yourself back from rolling your eyes because that was so him and it wasn’t really cute anymore. Especially after he arrived an hour late at the cafe that he’d asked you to meet a day before.

“I’m not angry,” you stated, emptying the rest of your coffee. On the other side, Haechan’s ice americano was still pretty much full considering he just got there and you had ordered the drink for him an hour before, thinking that he was going to be on time for your date. But no, he was so into the new online game Jaemin had told him about a week ago that he began to lose track of time. It seemed to you that was all he’d been doing for the last few days, and you were fine with giving him some personal space but clearly not if he was wasting your precious time instead. Not everybody is as smart as him when it comes to keeping good grades. Maybe he doesn’t have to study much, but you do.

“You are! You’re totally angry!” He pointed out and you sighed because of course, I’m angry, you idiot, I had to spend an hour by myself doing literally nothing because you asked me to go out when I’m supposed to be working on my papers that’s due tomorrow but you kept yourself in silence. You had to be the adult in the relationship, especially when you’re dating a goddamn brat.

“Whatever.” You placed back your phone—which had been your only companion—into your purse and wore back your coat. “I have to go.”

His eyebrows—his thick, beautiful eyebrows that you love so much (though not that day) were knitted in both desperation and annoyance from how you acted. “Noona!” He wailed, grabbing your hand when you stood up from your seat. “What do you want me to do? If I could go back to the past, I would, but I can’t and you being unreasonably angry like this isn’t—”

“Unreasonably?”

Haechan’s jaw hung slackly on his face when he noticed the anger radiating off your body. You were angry before but not this angry. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong.”

You clicked your tongue in irritation, pulling your hand out of his grip. “I’ll see you later, Donghyuck.” It was cold, the way you said it, and Haechan sensed that. But being the whiny brat that he was, he just kept on shouting back, gathering people’s attention.

“Can’t we be adults and talk about this—Yah!” When you didn’t answer—or even glanced back at him—he threw his hands in the air, yelling, “You know what? Fine! I don’t really want to hang out with you anyway! In fact, it’s actually better for me if we don’t hang, ever!”

But you already had your feet out of the door.

On the next day, he came by to your dorm at four in the morning, making your roommate groan with a hellish fire burning in her eyes. “If that’s your boyfriend, I am going to kill him.”

“Don’t bother, I will,” you muttered in response before you stepped down from your bed, turned on the lighting (which earned another loud groan from your friend), and reached for the door. Haechan stood there with his hair looking like a bird’s nest, his cheeks reddening from the morning cold, and his eyes bleary from lacking sleep.

“I’m sorry,” he softly said in all of the sincerity he could emit. “I’ve been an asshole.”

“It’s four in the morning, Haechan-ah.”

“I know, but I can’t sleep thinking about what happened before and I don’t think I can before you forgive me.” He did his best pout. It was cute, but not cute enough to wash your vexation away. “Also, it’s raining heavily outside, if you haven’t noticed, so I thought it would add some dramatic effects to my apology.”

“You’re not wet though.”

“Neither were you before you met me,” he joked, wiggling his eyebrows but when he noticed you glaring at him in reticence—oh if looks could kill—he flinched and hastily added, “Sorry, bad timing. I don’t know why I said that. Well, umm, it was kinda cold when I stepped under the rain so I decided to just bring an umbrella with me.” He suddenly seemed like he remembered something. “Oh yeah, can I leave it here? I’ve got an early class today and I don’t really want to carry it with me everywhere.”

That earned another flat stare from you. “You’re not taking any of this seriously, are you?”

“I am! I swear!” He squeaked, shuffling inside his bag before he took out a white box with a red bow wrapped around it. “Look, I brought you some chocolates.”

“I’m on a diet.”

“Well, now, how am I supposed to know?”

“I literally told you that yesterday.” To say he was testing your patience would be an understatement at that point. “Remember? When you arrived late on our date and you asked why aren’t you ordering anything and I said I’m on a fucking diet!”

“Yo, chill, I was just trying to be nice.” Haechan grabbed you by the shoulders, massaging the sore spots and it would probably feel good if you weren’t so pissed-off over his antics. “Also, Noona, don’t you know? Men have a harder time remembering things than women do. And that’s just scientifically speaking, not me.”

You exhaled so loudly into the air, slapping his hands away. “Look, it’s literally four in the morning. Can we talk again when the sun is up? Like normal people?”

“Noona, pleaseeeeee.” He threw his head back in exasperation. “I said I’m sorry! What else do you wa—”

“JUST FORGIVE HIM FOR FUCK’S SAKE! YOU GUYS ARE TAKING FOREVER AND YOU’RE GIVING ME HEADACHES!” Maybe you and Haechan were getting a bit loud, but your roommate was just shouting like she was about to march on a war so you didn’t really have the choice. It was either take your boyfriend’s apology or have your roommate kill both you and your boyfriend at the same time.

Haechan sheepishly and annoyingly smiled at you. “She’s got a point, you know.”

But, of course, he does learn his lesson from time-to-time so things don’t always end up in fights. And Haechan can be considerate, if he wants, noticing the little things that you do. Like when you’re wearing a new skirt (or new underwear, for that matter), giving you his jacket when you sniffle from the cold (as cheesy as that sounds, it does make your heart flutter a bit), or intertwining your fingers together when you’re nervous before your presentation.

Hopefully today this considerate version of his comes out to play again because there’s something you want to talk about with him.

“I think I need to start looking for a part-time job,” you say, sighing contently as he has his lips on your neck, suckling on the soft skin. Your fingers are playing with the soft strands of his hair, unconsciously tugging at them when he brings his tongue into the game. You know it’s not really the best time to have this conversation—especially not when he has his hand under your shirt as you sit on his lap at the back of his car—but with Haechan, it’s almost always like this whenever you’re alone with him so you don’t really have that many options. “I’m running out of money.”

“From dumping too many dead bodies in the swamp?” He chuckles next to your ear, unbuttoning more of your shirt and pushing the fabric off your shoulder. “Babe, I’ve told you,” he mouths against your skin. “You gotta search for a new swamp that’s free of charge—”

“Shut up.” But you’re laughing anyway. This inside joke you two have has become somewhat of a routine—a topic that pops out anytime in any conversation.

You can feel his grin pressing against the sensitive skin below your ear. “Told ya this swamp thing could be our thing.”

“No, I’m serious.” But despite that, you have to hold back a moan when you feel his hand roaming around your chest, his fingers slipping underneath your bra. You can’t tell him exactly why you need this job because you don’t want him to feel sorry for you. But the truth is, your parents back home have been having financial problems and you know how costly your college tuition can get. You just want to help out, even if it’s not much, and try to survive on your own without using your parents’ money. “I need some pocket money.”

Haechan has your earlobe between his teeth, his breathing feels warm and extremely sexy in your ears. “Mmm, for what?”

“To buy personal things.”

“What personal things?”

“Like…” You bite your lower lip, having the hardest time concentrating when he starts to play with your nipple, his thumb brushing against the sensitive bud. “I don’t know, like girl things.”

Haechan suddenly pulls away, looking you straight in the eyes with his own gleaming in excitement. “You mean like a customized dildo?”

“Make-up, Donghyuck.” You flatly stare back. All your sexual excitement from before? Gone. “I mean, make-up.”

“Sure, that too. But,” he insists and you roll your eyes, knowing where this is going. “Have you ever considered playing with a dildo in your spare time? Because I have. I mean, picturing you using it. Not me using it in my ass, oh God, no.”

“Are you done?”

“No, seriously.” It turns out, he’s not finished. And he still has a long way to go, judging by the enthusiastic look in his eyes. “Because I would totally buy it for you if it’s a dildo you need. Or any sex toys, for that matter. No matter how expensive it is, I’ll pay! I’ll save up some money and buy some so we can use them together in the future!”

He’s making it look like he’s talking about buying a house for your future marriage and it’s cute and disgusting at the same time so you stop him by pinching the bridge of his nose. It’s pathetic, the way he whines, but as long as it can stop him from sputtering nonsense, you’ll do it again.

“Why do you need make-up anyway?” He eventually gives up, rubbing his red nose, still wincing from the pain. “You’re already pretty without it.” And it really does sound sincere, the way he says it. Haechan flirts a lot, even when you’ve been together for months, he still does it pretty often. But he does have his sincerity from time to time, just like now, and you can’t help but blush a little because of it.

“Well, I’m more confident with it.”

“Well, of course, you do look smoking hot with your make-up on, don’t get me wrong,” he adds, lazily circling his arms around your waist as he leans his back to the car’s seat. “But you’re beautiful the way you are too. Like, you literally can wear that I woke up like this shirt every morning and you won’t find me complaining.”

“You complained about my morning breath this morning.”

“That you should work on.”

“Asshole.” You push a palm against his face, which he licks playfully like a dog. This is your favorite Haechan, if you have to be honest, with his lips pulled back showcasing a boyish grin, his eyes sparkling as he gazes at you, and his voice sounding light and airy with a hint of teasing in his words. And of course, also with the way he has his hair slightly pushed back, his forehead shown and his eyebrows raised whenever he throws flirty lines at you.

You really should consider yourself lucky to be able to call someone like him, who has the perfect balance of cute and sexy, as your boyfriend.

“I really like you,” you say, abruptly out of nowhere that it surprises you too. Haechan’s laughter stops almost immediately, his eyes searching yours. There’s silence hanging in the air, slowly suffocating you, and you’re about to beg him to say something when he smiles, so gentle and soft, with his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, rubbing comforting circles with his thumb.

“I really like you too,” he says, almost like he’s sighing. His eyes go up-and-down your face, switching from your eyes and your lips. “I like you so much that it drives me crazy sometimes.”

It’s insane how fast he can turn your steady heart rate into something that beats too loudly for your ears. “Okay, stop right there. I can’t with all this cheesiness you’re throwing at me. Let’s just make-out.”

And that sexy smirk of his grows back almost immediately. “I won’t argue with that.”

***

It’s not easy getting a job these days, especially when you don’t really have a set of skills you can be proud of but luckily enough, you’ve found a part-time job as a waiter at a family restaurant nearby. The salary is slightly below your expectation so maybe you have to recalculate your budgeting again but beggars can’t be choosers. You thought it should be enough for now. And the most important thing is, you only have to work three days a week so you can fit in well with your campus’ schedule.

The only remaining problem is your boyfriend because, believe it or not, he demands more time than all of your classes and assignments combined.

“I can’t believe we have our Netflix account renewed like two months ago and yet we haven’t watched anything on it,” Haechan complains, a bag of popcorn on his lap. He’s in his black sweat pants, hair all tousled from lying around on the bed all day. He’s already munching more than he should, even way before you can log in to your Netflix account. “At this point, we’re just throwing our money away.”

“Don’t blame me,” you retort, taking the bowl into your arms so you can climb into his lap, snuggling close to his chest. “I’m not the one who got my dick hard during the first half of literally every movie we decided to watch together.”

“You literally rubbed your ass against my crotch every single time. What a man gotta do in that situation?”

A smile creeps up your face. That you certainly did. It’s just so funny to have him flinch every now and then whenever you move slightly in his arms so you often just exaggerate your movements a bit, sometimes leaning forward in a suggestive way whenever you tried to change the brightness of your MacBook screen—so Haechan could take a good look of your ass—before settling back between his legs, making sure to give him enough friction as you slid down. Or sometimes you just laid your head on his shoulder, pressing a random kiss to his neck, and just went back to watching the screen as if you didn’t do anything. It really didn’t take long before Haechan groaned in exasperation, threw the bowl away, tackled you down to the bed, and pulled your shorts down your legs.

“Should I move away then?” You offer. “We can stay, like, five feet apart from each other as we watch this.”

“Nah.” He shakes his head, pulling you closer again to his chest. “I like to snuggle. You’re warm and you smell really good, it comforts me. Besides, having sex with you is so much better than watching every movie out there.”

“Even better than watching The Kissing Booth?”

“Yah!” The way his cheeks turn scarlet almost immediately is too cute for you to handle. “You promised you wouldn’t make fun of me! See, this is why I—”

You cut him off with a chaste kiss, letting your lips linger on his the way he likes it before you pull away and pat him on the cheek. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. Forgive me?”

Haechan unconsciously juts his lower lip out, just a little. “Fine,” he mutters, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist before he skims his nose along the nape of your neck. “Only because you’re cute,” he whispers.

“Oh right, that reminds me,” you say, closing your eyes as you listen to his breathing. It’s somewhat calming your nerves, after a long day of doing… well, nothing, actually. “I’ll be busy every Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday from now on so we won’t be able to hang out during those days.”

“What?!” He shrieks, almost turning you deaf. “Why?!”

“Because I have my part-time job, didn’t I tell you that before?” You can honestly hear your ears ringing from the loudness of his voice. “Or did you not listen to me again?”

“I can handle it if you work during the weekdays, but on the weekends too?” He’s actually looking pretty upset, though not that you haven’t expected him to be. “That’s our time! How can you do that to me? To us?! This is so not fair!”

You roll your eyes. “Stop being a drama queen. You literally spent the last weekend playing Overwatch at Jaemin’s place.”

“Whoa, hey,” he crows, pulling away from you with both hands raised in the air and forcing you to turn and look at him in the eyes. You do it as you nonchalantly munch on your popcorn, enjoying how dramatic your boyfriend can be at times like this. “Once again, lady,” he stresses on the word, narrowing his eyes at you. “They were holding a very, very important Anniversary Event and that does not happen every day. It’s not like I have any other choice! They were giving out new skins and other rewards!”

“Your choice was to spend your Saturday night with your fingers on your keyboard or in me. That was your choice.”

Haechan opens his mouth to say something, already holding out one finger in the air as if he’s about to make a good excuse but he fails almost immediately when your point begins to sink in his head. “You’re right,” he admits, “I’m sorry. What was I thinking? I should’ve been wiser.”

You pat his hair as you would do to a child. “Look, we can still hang out. I only work during the day, you know. You can always pick me up after work and we can get dinner together or something.”

He pouts, lowering his head as he murmurs, “It’s still not the same, though. I like spending time with you.”

You can feel your heart flutter from the way he says his line so genuinely. “Me too, Haechannie. Let’s just promise to always meet up on the weekends after I’m done with my work.”

The pout still does not falter away but it’s nothing a kiss can’t fix.

***

“Haechannie, I really need to go.” You struggle to slip yourself away from his long arms, holding back a laugh as you do it, and you almost reach the end of his bed but your boyfriend easily hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you back into his chest.

After not seeing each other for five days, you could finally see your boyfriend with his dazzling bright smile in person when he picked you up after work on a Saturday evening. You didn’t realize how much you’d missed him until he snatched you back into his embrace, intoxicating you with his amazing scent and airy laughter that sounds like music to your ears. It was a good thing being separated for a few days like that because Haechan became much more clingy in the most adorable way, following you around like a lovesick puppy. Even during sex, he was all giggly and soft, gently asking you how you feel, whether he was being too fast, or simply just telling you how beautiful you look even when you were pretty much exhausted from work. It was a nice change.

Both of you are still pretty much naked from the morning shower you just took together—or rather, the morning shower you took when suddenly your boyfriend came barging in, greasily saying, “My, my, there’s a naked lady in my shower. This must be my lucky day,” and ended up moaning against your mouth instead of washing the soap off your body.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says, smiling into the kiss just like you do and you let him part your lips with his, slowly slipping his tongue in and tasting the roof of your mouth. “Oh man, I must be a freak for being so turned on from the fact that you’re wearing my shampoo.”

“You’ve always been a freak,” you snicker, pushing his face away with your palm. “Now, get off me. Jaemin can come back any second.”

“Jaemin’s too busy sucking Jeno’s morning wood, I’m sure. He won’t be back anytime soon.”

“Well, my shift is starting in thirty minutes.”

“Which leaves us twenty-nine minutes and fifty seconds to get each other off and ten seconds for you to get ready.” He lowly chuckles, his voice still sounding quite deep from sleep as he nips against the column of your neck.

“I’m serious…” You can tell that your voice becomes way less convincing. It’s just Haechan feels so warm and he smells so good, you have to literally offer your best effort to deny him and his touches. You’re still in the middle of putting in that so-called effort when you notice he’s sucking on the supple skin, to the point it begins to hurt a little bit. “Don’t suck too hard! You’ll leave bruises and I am not gonna wear a scarf again.”

“Good,” he murmurs against your skin. “So everyone will know you’re mine.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

You sigh, tangling your fingers around his hair, arching your back to press your body closer to him. “You can be too possessive sometimes, do you know that?”

“Any man would if their girlfriend is as pretty as you,” he replies, pulling away from you a little so he can bore his eyes into yours. “Stay with me today.”

As much as you want to, especially with that hooded eyes looking at you with so much passion and desire, you have to be the responsible adult for today. “I can’t, Haechannie.”

“Noona~” His serious demeanor falters, and the whiny brat that he is comes back to the surface again. “Pleaseeee~ I’m lonely and I’m hard, can’t you just be kind to me for just one day?”

“Are you using your aegyo on me to get a quickie? Seriously?”

“What, it’s not working?” He tilts his head to the side, looking at you with that sexy smirk and his eyebrow raised seductively. “I thought aegyo was your thing.”

No, but your goddamn smirk and eyebrow raise surely are. “Fuck, okay, ten minutes. Can we finish in ten minutes?”

“I can guarantee that you will.” His smirk grows wider, licking his lower lip. “But I’m not sure if you can make me.”

“Is that a challenge?” You push him with both hands until he falls back to the bed, with you straddling his lap. “I’m going to make you take your words back, Lee Donghyuck, you better be prepared.”

***

You’ve broken two plates so far, and you’re sure you’re about to be fired if you even do a tiny mistake in the next hour but you try to keep yourself calm and composed and promise yourself to do better. It’s not that you’re a lousy waiter—okay, maybe a bit from the lack of experience—but the restaurant you’re working in can be surprisingly packed during lunch hours and it’s really taking all that you have to carry three porcelain plates on a tray as you walk on high heels that are killing you in every step you take. You often complain about the blisters at the back of your heels when you sit next to Haechan in his car, which usually ends up with him massaging your feet, while mumbling, “See, this is why you should’ve agreed with me when I told you about buying dildos. I would work my ass off to pay for that, and you can just lie around in my room all day.”

You’re getting better at your job the more days go by, and you’re much confident now in talking with customers. You’re already standing pretty in your uniform with a menu book in your arms, ready to greet the next customer but when the front door opens, all of your professionalism just goes straight out of the window.

“No way…” Your jaw hangs loosely on your face, eyes blinking twice in surprise. You can’t believe what you’re seeing. There, walking through the entrance door of the restaurant, is your ex-boyfriend from high school, Jeong Jaehyun. Dressed perfectly in a light blue buttoned-up shirt and a pair of black khaki pants, Jaehyun looks much, much better than how you remembered him to be. His dark hair stands in contrast to his pale skin, his veins appearing along his wrists and you have to remind yourself to stop staring and proceed with your work.

You take hesitant steps to meet him, swallowing your nervous breath and hoping that you don’t look as awkward as you think. You almost trip on your own feet when you notice Jaehyun looking back at you, his eyes widening in surprise before his lips turn upward into that gentle smile that reminds you of how he used to be back in high school. Maybe some things never change.

“Hi,” you greet with an awkward smile on your face.

“Hey.” The way his eyes droop slightly when he sees you feels nostalgic, and perhaps he’s much taller now because you have to look up to meet his eyes. “I can’t believe I’m seeing you. It’s been a while.”

“You’re right,” you reply, chuckling a little to mask how tense you really are. “Would you like me to take you to your seat?”

“Oh no, I won’t be long,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “I just wanted to talk to the manager for a sec.”

You furrow your eyebrows, trying your best not to get distracted with the way his hair ruffles almost perfectly under his touch. “Is there something wrong?”

“No, just wanted to see the latest financial report.” He smiles, showcasing his teeth. “My grandfather owns this place, and I’m helping him take care of the business while he’s overseas.”

Fuck. “A-ah, is that so?” Meeting him once as a customer is already painfully awkward enough for you to bear, but actually working for him?!

“I won’t bother you, I promise,” Jaehyun immediately adds, “I wasn’t aware that you work here, actually. Has it been long since you started?”

“About two weeks.” You fidget on your feet, having the hardest time making eye contact with him. “And I’m not very good at this.”

“Wait, are you the one who keeps breaking plates?”

You wince. “Yes. Can you please not fire me? I’ll pay for them, I promise.”

And Jaehyun laughs, his deep voice booming into the air. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll pay for them myself if that’s what it takes to keep you around.” He says his lines so naturally that it surprises you both when the words finally sink in. “I—I mean,” he clears his throat, “It’s just really been a while since I last saw you so I thought we should really catch up on things. How are you?”

“I’m—”

“Boss,” your manager suddenly comes to interrupt, carrying some paper sheets in her arms. “These are the reports you wanted. I can e-mail you the rest if you need more details.” And when she sees you standing next to Jaehyun with the worst looking smile you’ve ever had on your face, she squints her eyes menacingly at you, “What did you do this time?”

“She didn’t do anything,” Jaehyun hastily answers before you can even form a word of protest. “She’s a dear friend of mine. It’s been a while since we talked, so do you mind if I borrow her for a while?”

Your manager seems utterly shocked and you kind of dance happily in your mind because she’s been kind of mean to you—though you were the one who gave her the reasons to be—and seeing her speechless, only able to mumble out a small, “S-sure,” before she trails away back to her office like this becomes the highlight of your day.

“Thank you,” you say to him, not sure why but it feels right.

“Let me know if she bullies you again,” he says, gently patting you on the head and you can feel his fingers slowly brush your bangs off your temple. It seems like he’s unaware of what he’s doing and you can understand why because that’s just his habit, even from the time when you hadn’t started dating yet. You remember the time when he said he liked your eyes—he thought they were beautiful, and hiding them under your bangs like that was a shame.

You take a step back, looking anywhere but his eyes. “Umm…”

“Right, sorry,” he fumbles with his hands, the tip of his ears growing red. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Can we just sit and talk?”

You smile, genuinely this time. He really hasn’t changed despite his appearance. “Sure.”

***

Jaehyun doesn’t visit the restaurant every day and you don’t really expect him to, but when he does, he always spares some time to talk to you privately—usually during your break time so your manager can stop throwing ice daggers from her eyes at you.

“I’ve tried to call you after graduation,” he confesses as he takes you out for some coffee at the nearest cafe. Your shift is over and you’re waiting for Haechan to pick you up but he’s running late because he has to take a quiz that he missed from skipping the class the previous week—you guess it had something to do with him pulling an all-nighter playing Overwatch again—and you told him to take his time.

“You did?”

“Yeah. Several times, actually, but I couldn’t get connected.”

“Maybe you called after I lost my phone,” you reply, taking a sip of your hot latte and wincing when it nearly scalds your tongue. “I had to change my number. I lost my contacts and everything.”

“That makes sense. Would it be okay if I ask for your numbers now?”

“Only for business purposes,” you tease, and he grins back, almost boyishly.

“Only for business purposes,” he confirms, “Just so I can give you a heads-up when I’m about to fire you.”

You gasp, half-amused, half-terrified. “Please tell me you’re joking.” And he only responds with another laugh. Talking with Jaehyun is easy and comforting, and he really listens to what you’re saying like a loving older brother taking care of his sister. It’s a nice change considering it’s always you who have to act like the mature one when having a conversation with Haechan—not that it isn’t good. It just can get quite tiring after some time.

Jaehyun is in the middle of walking you back to your workplace when he tells you stories about the things he did after graduation, and how he’s planning to continue with his study overseas to get a master’s degree in business management as soon as he’s done with his work here. You’re so entranced with his story that you barely notice your boyfriend waiting with his back pressed against the side of his car, eyes busy staring at his phone screen.

“Haechannie, you’re here!” You run to his spot, a grin spreading wide on your face before you lean up and kiss his cheek.“When did you get here?”

“Noonaaaaa,” he pouts, voice becoming whiny as usual. Compared to how he acts, he’s dressed maturely in a white shirt and a black leather jacket, his silver necklace hanging low on his neck. It takes you a good five seconds to ogle at his amazing looks while telling your heart not to get too excited. At least not until you get back at the dorm so you can rip that shirt off him with your own hands. “I’ve been calling you three times already. Where have you been?”

“You have?” You immediately check on your phone, noticing that yes, in fact, he did call you three times. You didn’t notice before because your phone was on silent. “I’m sorry, I forgot to switch it back after work. Did you wait long?”

“A bit,” he pushes his bottom lip out but it soon turns into a cheeky grin. “But nothing a kiss can’t fix.”

“Haechannie.” You pat him softly on his cheek. “We’ve got company.” And at that, he begins to widen his line of sight—because he usually just focuses on you and forgets his surroundings—and spots Jaehyun standing a few meters behind you with his hands buried deep within the pockets of his pants.

“Oh,” he comments, acting nonchalant though you notice by the slight raise of his eyebrow that he’s already annoyed by his presence. “Who are you?”

It’s kind of rude to suddenly ask for his name, especially in the cold tone Haechan is using and Jaehyun’s lips twitch at his words. “Jeong Jaehyun.”

“Well, Jeong Jaehyun,” Haechan says with mockery on his tone, straightening his posture and you wonder whether it’s because he feels slightly inferior to Jaehyun’s height. “My girlfriend and I would like some privacy from now on, so if you can just run along now, that’d be great.”

“Hey!” You slap his shoulder, gasping in disbelief before you turn around to face the other man. “I’m sorry, he can be quite rude sometimes but I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”

“Meant it with all my heart.”

“Be quiet.” And even Haechan can tell for his own good that he shouldn’t push your buttons further than that.

“It’s okay, I have to go anyway,” Jaehyun casually says, smiling angelically like how he always does though his eyes don’t really play along. “Your boyfriend is cute. How old are you? Does your mom know you’re still playing outside at this hour?”

Oh my God, not you too. You immediately grab Haechan’s hand to stop him before he flings himself forward and throws an arm toward the other man. You can see him clenching his jaw, almost baring his teeth when Jaehyun laughs quietly to himself, saying, “I’m just kidding. Have a good night, you two,” before he walks back to the restaurant, most likely to have another business talk with the manager.

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” Haechan blurts out, his eyebrows knitted together in annoyance. You stroke his arm, trying to soothe him down but what he does is relocating his glare on you instead, almost yelling, “Why were you with him? How many times have you guys seen each other? And why on earth did you take his side?!”

You’re too tired to care, to be honest, let alone answering him. You’re also suffering from the cold of the night, wanting desperately to climb into Haechan’s car and put on the heater to warm yourself up. “I’ll explain on our way back,” you sniffle, squeezing his hand. “Can we get inside the car? Please? I’m freezing.”

You can tell he’s still very much upset but his gaze softens when he sees puffs of air flowing from your chapped lips and your nose turning red. He sighs into the air but opens the door for you. He doesn’t really talk until he has his engine started, and you can practically see steam coming out from his ears as he drives into the night.

“Have you had dinner yet?” You ask, trying to keep as casual as you can.

“No.”

“Should we order something—”

“I’m not hungry.”

“O… kay…” You hold yourself back from sighing too loud. He’s testing your patience again, but it’s fine, you’re the mature one. You can handle this. “We’ll just go straight back to my place then. I’m sure I can make you something. I think I still have some pasta with—”

“I think I’m just gonna go back to my room right after I drop you off.” His words don’t hurt as much as the tone he’s using. You’re trying to patch things up even though you’re sure you haven’t done anything wrong but he’s not even trying to apologize about how rude he acted earlier. You can’t help but snap, probably because your fatigue is taking its toll. You figure you can act mature any other time, but not today.

“Okay, what is wrong with you?” You can feel your voice rising and it forces him to sneaks a glance at you but only for a split second before he brings back his eyes on the road again. “I’ve been trying to be nice to you but you keep on acting like a brat—”

“Oh, of course, now you have a problem with me being a brat.” He grits his teeth, sinking his nails into the steering wheel. “I think we both know that’s pretty much how I act around you—around anyone, really—and if I remember it clearly, you said being a brat was part of my charm. That was, of course, before you met this oh-so-mature Jung fucking Jaehyun and suddenly, now, I’m fucking annoying.”

“I didn’t just meet him, Hyuck.” You exhale loudly, rolling your eyes. “I’ve been friends with him since high school.”

He clicks his tongue in aggravation, quietly adding, “Friends that fucked each other whenever your parents weren’t around, I’m sure.” And he probably didn’t mean his words to be heard because he just said them out of spite, but you did hear him and it makes your blood sparks in fury.

“Actually, yes,” you jeer back, “We did. He was the one who took my virginity away, just so you know and—WHOA!”

The sudden turn of the wheels makes you yelp and scramble to wrap your fingers tightly around your seatbelt as if you were hanging for dear life, and Haechan suddenly stomps his feet on the brakes, messily parking his car on the side of the street and earning a lot of angry car honks from the drivers behind him in return.

“What?!” He shouts, eyes wide, completely ignoring the passerby or the fact that you’re still trying to catch your breath. “You had sex with him?!”

“Once, Donghyuck, Jesus Christ!” You almost yank every strand of your hair out of your head. “Just once! And I never did that with anyone else until I met you!”

“I can’t believe you never told me this! And now you just hang around with him behind my back?!”

“What’s there to tell?! It’s in the past, way back when I didn’t even know your name. It’s not like you tell me things like this too. I don’t have problems with you sleeping with hundreds of girls before you met me.”

The sudden silence that surrounds you snap you back to reality and you regret everything you just said because you know you didn’t mean it. Well, it certainly has been bugging you for quite some time whenever you think about how easy and casual he’s always been when it comes to sex—not to mention how experienced he is—so you can’t help but wonder. You do understand that it’s not fair blurting about it to him like this, though. Especially not in this situation.

And the way he just suddenly becomes mute almost makes you shudder.

“Hyuck, I didn’t mean—”

“So that’s how you think of me?” He asks, voice low and deep. “Is that the reason why you’re seeing him? Because you don’t trust me?”

“Oh my God, Donghyuck,” you almost scream from all this frustration you’re venting out. “This is getting out of hand. Okay, first, that was wrong of me to say that and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it. And second, stop being so jealous—I was only out with him to get some coffee. We no longer have feelings for each other, I can assure you that.”

“Yeah,” he snorts, “Sure. Whatever.”

“Hyuck, he’s my boss! I was just being polite—”

“Well, that’s just fucking great, isn’t it? No wonder you keep insisting on taking this job. It’s not even about the money now, is it?” He slams his hand against the steering wheel, groaning out, “I’m so fucking stupid,” before he throws his head to the side, glaring at the scenery outside his window instead of you.

There’s silence hanging in the air again and you take a deep breath to calm yourself as much as you can because you know where this is going. You just hope you’re wrong. “Why does it sound like you’re accusing me of cheating on you?”

“Because maybe deep down, that’s what you’re doing?” He’s not even looking at you when he says it, but the bitterness in his voice is clear and it’s loud enough to finally tweak the final string of patience you have left in you.

So you grab your purse, carry your jacket in one arm and step down from the car. “I’m taking a cab,” you say and when he still doesn’t look at you, you add, “Come talk to me when you’re mature enough to have this conversation.”

And not knowing your own strength, you slam the door until his ears begin to ring.

***

It’s the worst fight you’ve ever had, not just with him but with anyone else too. You’re more the type that avoids situations like this—one that says sorry even when you know you’re not doing anything wrong just to reduce the tension, so this fight you’re having with Haechan has been ruining your mood for a whole damn week since day one. And the fact that he doesn’t come to apologize or even send a text or two is driving you insane.

You can’t help but to dwell in his way of thinking, trying to see whether it’s really your fault that this is happening. Yes, maybe you should’ve explained better, but he wasn’t really giving you the chance to do it, was he? And yes, maybe you should’ve told him about you hanging out with Jaehyun every now and then or the fact that he’s your boss but you just couldn’t find the right timing before. Well, it’s certainly too late to start now.

Should I call him…?

Because you miss him. You miss Haechan so badly. You miss his bratty smile, you miss his annoying whine, you miss his stupid dazzling smile, you miss his scent, his kiss, his embrace—everything about him. You didn’t realize how close he was to you—already becoming a big part of your life—and you just really notice it now when he’s completely out of your sight.

“Fuck this.” You’re in the middle of searching his name in your contacts and about to press dial when suddenly you get his message.

Can we meet tomorrow?

It’s really weird that a simple text can make your heart race and almost send you jumping in delight. Trying to keep your heart rate back to normal, you type back.

Of course. What time? Where?

You wait for his reply and it seems like the time suddenly slows down where seconds feel like hours. You nibble at your bottom lip, hesitating at first but sending it anyway.

I miss you, Haechannie.

Your heart starts hammering against your ribcage again. A lot of thoughts begin entering your mind at the same time, making you worry about what if he wants to meet me because he wants to break up with me? What if he doesn’t miss me and he’s grossed out with my text? What if—

His reply arrives with a slight ding coming from your phone, and with shaky hands, you open his text.

I’ll text you the time and place tomorrow morning.

There’s a disappointment that bubbles up inside your chest but the next text from him erases all of that almost instantly.

I miss you too, Noona. Good night.

And you think that maybe tonight, you can finally have a good sleep.

***

“Can you fill in for tonight?”

It’s the first thing your manager said to you the second you stepped inside the restaurant. You haven’t even taken your jacket yet, and it’s really rare to see your manager walking around the place on a Sunday morning but here she is, and she’s already ordering things around.

Your mouth suddenly feels dry. “Pardon?”

“There will be a banquet tonight for the Jeong family and we need every waiter we can get. I know you’re lousy at your job but Jaehyun-Sajangnim seems to like you so I hope you can stick longer for a few hours.”

“I…” You wet your lower lip anxiously. “I can’t. I already promised someone—”

“Look, this is not a request. It’s an order.” She seems like she’s running out of patience. “But I’ll pay handsomely for your time. I think you need the money to pay for those two plates you broke anyway. You know how expensive they are.”

You wince. “Yes, Ma’am.” It’s not like she’s leaving you with any other option. You figure you can call Haechan later during your break time. It’s still not confirmed anyway, your date with him. You’ll think of a way to make it up to him.

It’s only for a few hours anyway, right?

I’ll just text him now. You dip your hand into your purse, trying to find your iPhone as fast as you can. You run your fingers along the screen, typing letters with your thumbs.

Haechannie, something came up and I have to stay longer at work. I’ll see you later tonight at your place and we can talk then.

“What are you doing standing around like that?” Your manager suddenly shouts and you almost drop your phone in surprise. “Go and change your uniform now, we’re opening the place in ten minutes!”

“Y-yes, Ma’am!” You fumble with your steps, throwing your phone back into your purse in a hurry. You inwardly sigh. Today is going to be a long day.

I’m sorry, Haechannie.

***

“Great work today,” Jaehyun says when most of his family members have left the restaurant. You didn’t realize how big and wealthy his family was so it amazed you that one family could occupy the whole seatings they have in this place. There were more than thirty people in the room before and you had to change your high heels into a pair of flat shoes so you can run from one table to another while carrying several plates at once.

“Not really, I almost broke another plate today,” you respond with a sigh, which earns a low chuckle in return. Jaehyun has his back leaning against the wall just an arms reach away from the front door, waiting for you to finish shoving all your belongings into your bag before he curls his fingers around the doorknob and twists it open.

“Thanks,” you say, almost sheepishly because it looks weird, no matter how you see it—your boss is opening the door for you. “Stop being so nice, Jae, you’re making other staff jealous.”

“But I do this to all my staff,” Jaehyun snickers, following after your trail.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Hey,” he calls, placing his hand on your shoulder so you’ll stop on your track and turn around to face him. “Thank you.”

You raise your eyebrow questioningly. “For what?”

“For acting like how you normally do around me,” he explains, smiling a little bit bashfully. “For not being so awkward after our break-up.”

“Oh… Well…” You try to focus your gaze somewhere else, suddenly finding the silver watch you wear around your wrist entertaining. “It’s been years since then, I think we both have moved on by now, right?”

There’s a thick tension growing between the two of you and you almost beg him to say something before it starts to suffocate you.

“Sure,” he says, but the pressure in his tone speaks otherwise. You look up to meet his eyes, expecting him to smile and bring another topic into the conversation, but all he does is just gazing at you with these gentle, almost longing eyes that make your heart stops for a split second.

You know this can’t go any further.

“Well, uhh,” Jaehyun clears his throat, running a hand through his hair, perhaps feeling rather embarrassed himself. “It’s already late. Do you want me to escort you back to your place?”

And you find it hard to form a sentence, still somewhat baffled from the way he’s acting around you, and you’re so unfocused that when another voice enters your hearing, it shocks you down to your spine.

“I’ll be taking her from here,” Haechan says, startling you both and you turn around so fast on your heel to face him that you almost stumble forward. Your boyfriend is standing with one hand carrying a black suit and another one digging inside the pocket of his pants, dressed nicely in a white buttoned up with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He has the top two buttons of his shirt loosened, showing a glimpse of his collar bones and the silver necklace he usually hangs around his neck. His short brown hair is parted to the side, slightly pushed back to showcase his temple. You’ve never seen him dressed so sharp and elegantly before since the first day you met him and you can’t help but feel a little bit starstruck from the way he looks. But you soon realize that there must be a reason why he’s so dressed up and you feel terrible because you don’t know what it is.

What day is it today?

“Haechan—”

The way he grabs your hand shows how agitated he actually is despite the calm facade he places on his face, and it’s glaringly possessive the way he drags you to match his step on the way to his car but you follow him without a word, not even sparing a glance at Jaehyun who’s looking at him as if he just stole something important from him. Haechan opens the door to the passenger seat, and you climb in with your heart thrumming loud against your chest.

Haechan walks to the other side without making eye contact with Jaehyun but even at that point, your ex-boyfriend doesn’t dare to say a word or make a move, probably because he knows he has no right to do so. Haechan does not look angry and neither does he act like it but the quietness that fills the space between you, even when his car engine is blaring noisily outside, speaks louder than everything that he does.

“Umm.” You suddenly feel parched, your throat burning with every word you try to form. “T-thank you for picking me up.” You’re about to flinch from how terrible you just sounded. “I thought you were waiting at the dorm. Didn’t you get my text?”

It takes a few seconds that feel like forever for him to answer. “I don’t know, did you send me one?” He simply asks, voice flat and nonchalant, as he switches the gears of his car.

Did I not? You gulp in horror and begin to frantically search for your phone in your purse. Your heart almost leaps out from your chest when you see your phone is dead, probably ran out of battery sometimes during your hectic hours. You didn’t check on it before because you thought that Haechan most likely had seen your text and was waiting for you at the dorm, so you decided to just run in a hurry without texting him that your shift had ended. You were also busy talking with Jaehyun and felt it wouldn’t be polite for you to check on your phone while he was around.

But, as you connect your phone to your power bank, turning it on, and run your thumbs along the screen, you notice one thing: you didn’t send him anything.

“I’m—” A shiver runs down your spine. “I’m sure I texted you before—why—” You remember how your manager suddenly interrupted you when you were about to send the text. You must have forgotten to press send, and seeing how there are suddenly a lot of messages coming to your phone at once from him makes your heart drop to the floor.

I’ve made a reservation at Boccalino at 7 p.m. I know how you’ve always wanted to go there. Wear something nice.

Where are you now? Are you still at work? Do you want me to pick you up?

You’re probably busy at work. I’ll just see you at our table, okay? Don’t be late.

I haven’t heard from you. Where are you? I’m on my way to the restaurant to make sure our reservation is still on.

All my calls are going straight to voicemails. Where are you?

You’re an hour late. Where are you?!

You can feel the tremble in your fingertips as you hold your phone, your eyes running back and forth in horror. Haechan still doesn’t speak a word, focusing his eyes entirely on the road that lays in front of him.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” Even though you know you’re already so out of line and probably won’t be forgiven anytime soon, you still apologize because what else can you say? “I didn’t realize my phone was dead. And I was sure I’d texted you but—”

“It’s fine,” he says as he props his elbow against his window, rubbing the side of his temple with his fingertips. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

And with that, the conversation ends. Your thoughts are running fast, trying to come up with a better apology or find a way to patch things up but you can’t. The more plans you make, the more you hate yourself for being so stupid and ruin this whole thing for him. The drive back to your dorm is filled with nothing but silence, and you spend the entire time counting the street light that glows faintly on the side of the road.

You do notice something, though. Haechan’s phone keeps on making little sounds, notifying him that he’s receiving text messages and chats. There was also a phone call which he ignored even when the street light was red, only saying, “I’ll just call back later,” when you nervously ask him about it.

It’s when he walks you back to your dorm, that you begin to gain the courage to ask about it. “You’re getting awfully a lot of texts today.”

“They just want to congratulate me,” he says, tucking his hands in his pockets so you can’t take a hold of any of them as you walk beside him.

“On what?”

“My birthday.”

You wish the earth could just swallow you whole because how fucking ignorantly stupid can you be? It’s the sixth of June today, and you were so busy dealing with the fight and minding your own business that you forgot the birthday of the most important person in your life right now. You can feel how your legs almost give out under your weight, your head’s spinning.

And apparently, you’re doing it again, so lost in your own thoughts that Haechan has to say, “We’re here,” to snap you back to reality. You’re now standing gawkily in front of the door to your room, palms getting sweaty from how nervous you are. Haechan murmurs something about seeing you later and you’re about to burst into tears from how terrible you feel for him so you hastily grab him by his wrist, fingers almost sinking into his skin from how desperate you’re being.

“Stay with me,” you beg with quivers in your voice. “Please, just—I need to talk to you.”

Haechan stares at you with cold eyes, his jaw clenching slightly. But he doesn’t pull back his arm and follows your trail with heavy steps as you step inside your room. He closes the door behind him and leans his back against it, still not saying anything.

You’re so occupied with trying to form a coherent sentence that you forget to be thankful about how your roommate is away for the weekend again, providing you the opportunity to have the entire room for yourself. You decide to not make any excuses and apologize for every little dumb thing you’ve been doing for the whole day—no, for a whole week even, since the time your fight started. But no matter what you say, Haechan is staring at you with lifeless eyes, as if he’s just too tired to listen—as if he just no longer cares.

And that scares the life out of you.

“Hyuck, please,” you whisper, closing the distance between you until you can feel his warm breath caressing your cheek. You have your palm pressing against the side of his face, “Say something.” You know it’s not right, but you lean in for a kiss. It’s not just because you’re desperate to pull an emotion out of him; it’s more because you miss him so terribly so, it’s driving you crazy.

Haechan has his eyes closed by instinct but he doesn’t kiss back, only letting your lips linger on him, sharing his breath. And though it feels like there’s a javelin slowly sinking into your chest, you try again, kissing him with more passion, hooking your arm around his neck to pull him closer. Haechan tears himself away, his gaze turning dark as he stares at you and you look at him back with desperation in your eyes.

“Haecha—”

It’s like something snaps inside him and he suddenly no longer has control over his own free will, because Haechan is now pushing your body against the door, slamming your spine against the surface none too gently with his hands on each side of your head, lips chasing after yours. You let out a gasp, both from the shock and the pain that stings from the back of your head, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you deeper, tongue delving in to explore the inside of your mouth. His fingers trail down from your cheeks to your jaw, before they rest on the sides of your neck, his fingertips probing against your veins. You’re not sure whether he does it unconsciously from the sheer excitement or something else but the way his hand is holding you by the neck, his fingers low key choking you make your adrenaline runs faster.

He doesn’t give you the chance to process every single thing that’s happening, or even breathe, for that matter. The next thing you know, he already has his hands running down to your thighs, pulling them up so you have no other choice but to tangle your legs around his waist and groan when he presses your hips together. Hearing the sound of his name tumbling down your lips in a desperate, needy moan, Haechan groans at the back of his throat, his hands moving up to palm your breasts before they start to struggle with your shirt.

You’re doing the same thing, just as eager to get him out of his white shirt so you can latch your lips on his smooth sun-kissed skin. But unlike you who struggle to unbutton his shirt one by one, Haechan’s patience is wearing thin so he ends up just ripping your uniform, buttons clattering down to the floor.

“Wait, Hyuck—” You’re forced to swallow whatever it is you’re trying to say when Haechan sinks his teeth down to the skin that connects your neck to your shoulder, pushing the fabric of your shirt down to expose more of your bare skin. Your whole body shudders, clutching to him with every strength you have. It hurts, the way he bites and nibbles along your sensitive skin, but at the same time, it sends electricity down to every inch of your body.

“Do you have any idea how fucking pissed I am right now?” He says in a low, dangerous voice as he gnaws around your earlobe. “Turn around.”

With his nails sinking into your hips, he forces you to turn on your heel, pressing the side of your face against the door and tears your shirt away from your body. He doesn’t immediately take off your bra like he usually does, and instead focusing first on slipping his fingers underneath the band, thumbs glossing over your hardened nipples as he applies wet kisses on your nape. You almost let out a sob when his hand travels south, raking his fingers against your stomach before he takes off your skirt in such a hurry, leaving you in nothing but your black stockings and your laced panties.

Your entire body jolts when he slips a hand between your legs, rubbing you over your underwear before he suddenly pushes the fabric down and runs his fingertips along your folds.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispers in your ear, his breath fanning your neck. “I’m surprised you like being treated like this.” But when you cry out his name, begging for him to stop teasing you already, he chuckles lowly. “I should’ve done this sooner.”

You’re sure that you’re just reacting this way because it’s him and not anybody else and you want to tell him that but you can barely form a word with him rubbing his fingertips along your clit. “You’re actually quite dirty, aren’t you?” He brings two of his fingers to your lips, forcing you to suck them into your mouth and you oblige, knowing what he’s intending to do. You coat them with as much saliva as you can before he brings his hand down to your heat again, this time inserting one finger into your entrance with another one following soon after.

You hiss his name under your breath, becoming a little lightheaded from all this sensation you’re having at once. “What do you want me to do?” He asks tauntingly, knowing he’s in charge of everything.

“Fuck me,” you gasp, eyes tightly shut at the feeling of him finger fucking you to oblivion. “I want you inside me, Hyuck, fuck.”

“Maybe in a few minutes.” His teasing tone is back but it’s different. It’s almost menacing this time, somewhat heartless. He picks up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you until you find yourself biting your lip to contain your sob. “Do you know what I want?” He carves his words against your skin, taking a handful of your hair with his other free hand and yanking it back so you can’t help but face the ceiling. His lips are hovering dangerously close against your ear. “I want to fuck you raw. We’ve never done that before, have we? I want to come inside you—want to see my cum dripping down your thighs when I’m finished with you.”

Fuck. You almost cry from the temptation. “Then do it. I don’t care just—” You arch your back, sinking yourself down to his fingers, moaning against the side of his neck. “Please, just fuck me, Hyuck.”

“Good girl,” he replies and you can hear the smirk in his voice but you don’t care. He can be as cocky as he wants for the night because you secretly like it. You like how confident he is during sex, how passionate and sexy he can get, and how desperate and uncontrolled he becomes at the end. You can feel your stomach flip at the anticipation, especially when you hear him working on his belt, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down only low enough for him to free himself.

“Let me fuck your mouth first,” he demands and you find yourself succumbing to his orders, turning around to face him before you drop to your knees, the tip of his cock protruding against your lips.

Haechan is still holding himself back, you’re sure, because he lets you take your own pace at first but his dominating persona comes back almost immediately when you only give him tentative licks against his slit. “Open up,” he orders, his fingers finding home in your hair and you loosen up your jaw to take him deeper.

Tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes from how hard he’s hitting the back of your throat but you try to keep up. He moves his hips, enjoying the warmth of your mouth. When you feel him twisting his fingers around the strands of your hair, you look up to see his expression. Haechan has his head thrown back in pleasure, his lips parted in a silent moan and you hum proudly to yourself when he brings his eyes down to meet yours. They’re glazed with lust and he’s so sexy like this with his breathing ragged, soft moans flowing like music to your ears. And he’s probably feeling the same about you, from the way he pushes the bangs out of your eyes, taking every detail of your face as you hollow your cheeks, swallowing when his taste falls upon your tongue.

“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath, “You look so perfect like this. You’re so fucking sexy, do you know that?” You hum, running your tongue along the prominent vein, giving kitten licks around the tip. Something gleams in his eyes and suddenly he commands you to stand up and pushes your body against the wall again, face first.

“Do you know how excited I was for today?” He grabs you by the waist, pushing his palm against your shoulder blades so you’ll bend lower, and positions himself against your entrance from behind. “I wanted to celebrate my birthday with you—just with you, Noona—even after our fight, I still wanted to spend it with you—”

“I know,” you gasp, thighs trembling when he rubs his tip against your folds. “I’m sorry—I was too busy with—“

“With work?” He taunts, “Or with that guy you’ve been seeing?”

“No—” A sudden yelp flows out of your mouth when he abruptly pushes himself entirely inside of you in one quick motion, his nails digging into the skin of your hips. Haechan moans a tad louder, much breathier, with his eyebrows knitted together in ecstasy. He’s more sensitive now since he’s not using a condom, directly feeling how wet and hot you are around him, how every clench makes him lose his mind and you can feel him twitching inside you. “Haechan—wait—”

He thrusts forward with such brute force, you find yourself pressed against the door. The dorm is quiet and with the way he’s slamming his hips against yours, the door making rhythmic banging noises against its frames, you’re sure you’re going to be noticed sooner or later.

“The bed—” You gasp, searching for the hands he has on your hips. “Let’s move to the bed—”

“Later,” he groans, his mind sinking in the way your heat is enveloping him.

“People can—” You have your eyes tightly shut when his thrusts get stronger. “They can hear us, Hyuck—”

He tangles his hand around your locks, making a messy ponytail out of them so he can yank on your hair as he rocks his hips faster. “I don’t fucking care,” he growls, “Let everyone know you’re mine.”

It feels fucking amazing the way he’s all breathless and rough, fucking you senselessly as if the world is ending, and it’s not long before your legs start to give up on you, quivering under the sensation.

“Fuck,” Haechan takes a sharp intake of breath, pulling you back against him when you’re about to fall. “Tired already, babe?” His chuckles are unfamiliar to your ears, as if he was mocking instead of teasing but you can’t really comment on it because he’s now pushing you down to the floor, forcing you to stay on all fours. “Now, now, what do we do?” He asks, spreading your thighs but holds your ass firmly in the air. “I’m just getting started.”

Every thrust of his hip feels like fire running all over your body and you can’t believe how good he is at hitting that particular spot deep inside you. You bite your lower lip to keep your voice down and Haechan notices it so he leans close, his chest pressing against your spine and you feel his lips and teeth caressing the crook of your neck as he speaks.

“Stop holding back your voice.” His voice sounds sultry, almost sinful to your ears. “I’ve told you before, right? I like hearing you say my name when we do this. Let me hear you moan.”

You shake your head. “I don’t want anyone to hear—“

“Well,” he doesn’t even let you finish. “I guess I’ll just have to force it out of you then.”

He slows down his pace, and instead of giving you fast, shallow thrusts, he focuses his strength on making each thrust hard and deep. You can feel your breathing being knocked out of your lungs, your toes curling in pleasure and if he keeps doing this, you know you’re not gonna last long. Your orgasm hits you so hard, a whimper falling from your mouth the way he likes it, and your body begins to shake.

Haechan laughs quietly against your ear. “You came, didn’t you? It feels so good—you feel so good around my cock.” He grabs you by the chin and roughly angles your head to face him. He kisses you hard, leaving you even more breathless than you already are before he says, “It’s my turn now.”

Haechan flips you to your back, spreading your legs wide as he sits on his knees, holding your ankles in the air like how he did the first time you had sex with him. Maybe it’s his favorite position, almost splitting your body in half, and seeing your face and your breasts bouncing up and down with every movement of his hips. You’re still dazed, reeling in the afterglow when Haechan pushes back into you again without warning, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure, his lips parted forming your name between his breathy moans.

“I’ll never get tired of how you look when I fuck you like this,” he says, smirking in the sexiest way you’ve ever seen him do. “You’re so goddamn irresistible, you know that?”

It’s frightening how different and rough he’s being right now, and you’re about to cry out because you miss him—you miss the way he used to be. The adorable, annoying little tease that he was. How can you bring him back?

“Haechannie,” you call out, voice soft and quiet almost in a whisper. “I love you.”

His movement stops almost immediately, his eyes widening in surprise. He locks his gaze back with yours, his grip on your legs becoming loose. “What?”

“I love you,” you repeat, placing your legs down so you can sit up from your position. Your back feels sore, screaming in pain but you try not to wince. You reach out to grab his face, running your thumb along his lower lip. “I love you, Lee Donghyuck.” You kiss him gently, merely pressing your lips against his and you can feel how his body stiffen under your touch. “So calm down, because I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be with you, as long as you let me.”

Haechan is still very much speechless and you decide to take control. You carefully push him down so he can sit back on the floor before you climb into his lap. You kiss him again, tangling your fingers in his hair before you slide down, enveloping him once again. There’s a small moan escaping his lips, which you immediately capture with your own and his hands find their way back to your hips again.

“That’s not fair,” he says, his cheeks reddening slightly though he’s still scowling at you. “You’re just saying that so I won’t be angry with you anymore.”

“That too, but,” you’re interrupted by a moan that departs from your lips, can barely handle the way he twitches inside you. “I’ve been feeling that way for quite some time now. Especially when we fight. I just missed you so much, I couldn’t stand it.”

His pout is growing back on his face, though not as apparent. “Well, whose fault do you think is that?” It’s perfect, the way he moves inside you and it’s driving him crazy whenever you clench your walls around him.

“There’s nothing between me and Jaehyun, I promise you,” you softly murmur as you place open-mouthed kisses down his neck. “I’d never cheat on you, Hyuck. You know that, right?”

He shivers slightly under your touch, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Still,” he breathes out, “It doesn’t mean I’m fine with you meeting him behind my back.”

“He’s my boss, I wouldn’t be able to avoid him even if I wanted—” You have to end your sentence short when he rubs his thumb against your clit, reeling in the sensation. “Hyuck, you’re going to make me come again at this rate.”

“Good, because I intend to make you come at least three times tonight.” He snickers against your lips. “So you won’t be able to forget who owns you.”

His movements become sloppy, going out of rhythm, even more desperate with each thrust and when you whisper with his earlobe between your teeth, “Happy birthday, baby,” he comes undone almost immediately with his face hiding between the slope of your neck.

He lays you down to the floor again, gently this time, before he hovers above you, his arms shaking slightly. “Holy shit,” he exhales, cheeks flushed and beads of sweat forming on his temple. “I think I came a lot inside you.”

“Glad I’m taking some pills then,” you reply, smiling a little as you cup his cheek, your thumb tracing the mole under his left eye. “You okay?”

“Are you okay?” He asks instead. “Was I too rough? Are you hurt somewhere?”

“Why is it that whenever we have sex, you end up asking me these questions?” You chuckle. “Yes, you were. And yes, I am hurt. My back is killing me.”

“I’m…” There’s a slight panic flitting across his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it was kinda hot seeing you all riled up like that. It’s like you turned into a completely different person.” You pull him down by his necklace, murmuring against his lips, “I won’t mind if you fuck me like that again sometimes.”

It’s funny that after all of this that just happened, he actually blushes over your words. Quietly cursing under his breath, he leans back on his heels, slowly pulling out of you and stare intently at how his cum starts to seep out of you.

“Goddamn…” he mumbles, eyes unblinking as if he’s in a trance. “I really did come a lot inside you.”

“Consider that your birthday gift. Also, can you stop looking at me like that—it’s embarrassing.” You don’t usually get embarrassed about sexual stuff, especially now that your boyfriend’s shamelessness kind of rubs off on you, but Haechan really knows how to push your buttons.

Seeing you fidget out of shame, Haechan’s eyes twinkle, his lips forming a teasing grin. “No, wait, let me clean you up.” Despite what he says, he slowly pushes one finger into you, with another one following right after and you part your lips in a gasp but loss for words when you see him playing with his cum that’s mixed with yours, smearing it on the inside parts of your thigh.

“Haechannie,” you gasp, feeling his fingers inside you once again, with his thumb rubbing over your clit. “What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He grins, showcasing his perfect teeth. “I’m going to make you come again. And then you’re going to make me come again.” His face hovers above yours, wetting his bottom lip as he stares lustfully at you. “Since it’s my birthday and you’re obliged to do whatever I want.”

You gulp. You’re going to be so sore tomorrow.

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Any Doctors Here?

pairing: mob boss!steve rogers x doctor!f!reader

genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst

warnings: mentions of burns and hospitals

requested: nope

summary: while visiting his favorite bar, steve stumbles upon a new bartender, but there is something off about her. after a small conversation, he finds out that she is indeed overqualified for the job; she was a jobless doctor in need of money. well, it just so happens that the last doctor that worked for steve quit, there was a slot open...

author's note: hiya peeps enjoy!

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Steve walked into the bar, looking around. All faces turned to him immediately. He smirked slightly when he saw everyone look away, squirming. Steve Rogers was a nationally recognized mobster boss. Sure, he was on the negative side but police had given up on him years ago. He roamed the streets freely now, much to the fear of people.

He wouldn't think of harming an innocent soul, but people didn't know that. He found their fear amusing so he never said anything. He walked up to the bartender, sitting in front of her. She gave him a smile. "What would it be, Mr Rogers?" she asked, turning back to the bottles kept on the shelf behind her.

Steve checked her out while she turned away. He decided that she was pretty, very much so. "Whiskey, please, darling," he told her, leaning against the counter. He also noticed that she was the only one not afraid of him. "What's your name?" he asked her as she prepared his drink.

"My name is no," she sang and he raised an eyebrow at her. Her confidence and sass surprised him. "I'm just kidding! I'm Y/N," she laughed, passing his glass to him. A second later, he laughed, too. "Y/N, pretty name. You aren't afraid of me?" he questioned curiously, downing the whiskey in one go.

"Not really. Why would I be?" she shrugged. "Don't you know who I am?" he asked her, shocked. "I literally addressed you by your name when you came in."

He had forgotten about that.

"Ah, right. Um, okay." For the first time in his life, he was stumped. He never had trouble talking to women, but something about Y/N was odd. He had to keep the conversation going. "So, uh, do you work here?" he blurted out. What if this was her cover and she really was someone else?

Would explain her nonchalance. "I love how you say something so obvious with such a sense of discovery," she smiled sassily, leaning on the counter in front of him. Her sarcasm was getting under his skin now but somehow, he liked it.

She was fierce. "No, I mean, do you work here permanently or is this a sort of part time job?" he rephrased, rolling his eyes. "Part time, you guessed right. I have an MBBS, no job," she chuckled. Ah, a doctor. The fact that she was well-educated sat right with Steve. She behaved like an intellectual. "Oh, that's nice." He ordered a few more drinks.

They continued talking but suddenly heard a scream.

Y/N and Steve turned around to see a man clutching his arm which had a burn visible on it. "Any doctors here?" his girlfriend screamed as the man groaned in pain. Y/N instantly ran towards him, grabbing a bottle of cold water along the way. She opened it and gently poured the water on his arm, which made the man sigh in relief.

"Call an ambulance right now," Y/N expertly told the girl, who nodded. She talked to someone on the phone as Y/N rolled up the sleeves of that man's hoodie. Steve watched all this with a slight smile on his face.

He was well used to having personal doctors and the last guy had just left the job. He felt like Y/N would be the perfect person for the job. She had an education anyway, how bad could it be? Also, he would pay her better than this small bar or any government job could ever. She deserved better pay.

Soon, the girl and her boyfriend were gone. Y/N walked back to the counter, wiping her hands on her apron. "So, uh, sorry about that," she muttered, smiling sheepishly at Steve.

"Don't be, please. You saved that man," he swiftly reassured her, shaking his head. Y/N nodded and silence fell between the two of them. "I have to ask you something," Steve blurted out. Y/N looked at him and nodded curiously. He proposed his idea to her and needless to say, Y/N was shocked.

Agreeing to work with a famous mobster was not something she expected would happen that day. She considered for a moment. Working with Steve could be nice…

He told her he would pay her well, she was already sold. She made her decision and nodded. "I agree," she smiled and Steve's eyes lit up with happiness. "Okay, here's my address, will you be able to stop by tomorrow?" he asked, jotting down his address on a tissue. "No problem. Bye!" she waved as he walked out of the bar. Y/N squealed, looking down the tissue paper.

Steve smiled as he walked back home. As he walked home, he couldn't stop thinking about the woman. Y/N. Beautiful, sassy, helpful, caring, fierce, intelligent… She was a package deal. A good one, of course. Was he getting a crush on the pretty bartender? He sighed and smiled again as he realized… he was.

Y/N's shift ended 2 hours later. She shrugged on her coat and walked outside, breathing in the outside air. As she walked home, she, too, couldn't stop thinking about the one and only, Steve Rogers.

That man oozed power and dominance wherever he went. He was a wealthy man, considering he dealt with black markets all the time. Not to mention his handsomeness. Y/N knew women who were head over heels for Steve. She used to think they shouldn't be, until she met him tonight.

Steve had been nothing but polite with her. He cracked good jokes and was really not the man Y/N expected him to be. Now that she knew that side of his, she finally acknowledged her crush on him.

Sure, she had a crush on him like the other women. But she kept it hidden given his position and job. A mobster boss? She could do so much better and safer. Y/N sighed as she reached home.

Oh, what will her feelings evolve into?

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Y/N stood outside Steve's extravagant mansion, reconsidering her decision. She was dressed in a simple, flowy white sundress. She took in a deep breath and walked through the gates. The walk from the gates to the door of the mansion was long, but Y/N appreciated it since it gave her time to look at his pretty garden.

As soon as she walked up the stairs to the door, it opened. Steve stood there, dressed handsomely in a black suit. Steve, when he saw her, nearly choked on his own spit.

The dress she wore was damn close to being mistaken as a wedding dress. Honestly, Y/N looked like a bride to him. His bride, he thought to himself. Stop it, you met her yesterday! Similar thoughts were running through Y/N's head.

"Y/N! So glad you came." Steve smiled broadly to hide his inappropriate thoughts. "Hi Mr Rogers," she waved, letting him wrap his arms around her as he hugged her. "Steve, please." He kept his arm around her as they walked inside, towards her infirmary. Y/N noticed that there were guards outside every room they passed.

Steve, meanwhile, noticed how all the guards were smirking cheekily at him. He went a bit red and glared at them. The two lovebirds finally reached the infirmary of the mansion. Y/N gasped in awe as Steve opened the door to the beautiful room. "This will be your office," he told her proudly and she gave him a broad smile.

"I will love working here!" she squealed, jumping into his arms. Caught off guard, Steve stumbled backwards but hugged her back. After looking around the room, they walked outside. Steve led her up the stairs, where the bedrooms were.

She would be staying there, that would ensure her availability 24/7. It wasn't really a big deal for Steve, the mansion was super big and cozy. Y/N was confused, though. What could be upstairs? To her surprise, Steve showed her to a bedroom. "Um, this bedroom is nice, I guess. But why are you showing me this?"

"You'll be living here," Steve said, shrugging. Y/N's eyes widened. "And who decided that?" she scoffed. "I thought you knew," Steve narrowed his eyes, confused. "I knew that I'd be staying at your place? How?" she yelled. Didn't she wanna stay there? "Because you're working for me!" he yelled back.

His temper snapped. "You don't own me, Rogers, I'm only working for you. You can't tell me where I'm supposed to live and where not," she spat bitterly. Steve glared at her use of his last name. "How else do you think I'm going to ensure you are available everyday?" he shouted, crossing his arms. Both of them held glares on their faces.

Suddenly, Y/N sighed. "I'm sorry," she mumbled and Steve's glare softened. "Don't apologize. I should've told you before," he said, reaching out to touch her cheek. "Do you still want me around?" she asked tiredly, looking at him.

He nodded readily, of course he did. For his sake as well. "Good. When do I move in?" she chuckled. "Any time you want," he told her, smiling. He gave her a tour of the mansion and she left.

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6 months passed since Y/N agreed to work with Steve. And what fun those months were... Y/N loved living with the mobster boss. He brought patients nearly everyday, though. In her free time, Y/N roamed around the mansion, cooked or went to the garden to enjoy the view.

She loved the garden especially, it was filled with beautiful flowers and there was a swing, too. She and Steve did not hang out much, he was always busy some way or another. Today, that wasn't the case. Y/N had fallen for the man, indefinitely. They found out more about each other when they started living together.

She found out that he was actually a sweetheart under that hardcore facade and Steve found out that he missed being in a steady relationship. He had had girlfriends before but only for nights, or weeks, at length. Never more than that. Now that Y/N was in his life, he wanted nothing more than to be hers. They had lived together for 6 months now and Steve was sure he loved her.

He couldn't find the courage to confess. What if she didn't like him back, thought he was weird and quit working for him? What if she stopped living with him? She loved the mansion, all her needs were met here. Would she give that up just because he confessed? He couldn't risk it. Y/N was worried about the same things but from different perspectives.

What if he fired her, made her pack her bags and leave? She didn't want to go.

Y/N sighed as she lay down on the soft grass of the garden, reading a book. Steve was right next to her, picking the petals off a flower. She noticed him and laughed. "What are you doing?" Y/N asked him, smirking. "She loves me, she loves me not," he smirked back, now used to her sass. "About whom?" Y/N snorted, sitting up.

She was a bit disheartened. "This really great woman I know. She's really beautiful, you know? She's also super intelligent, by the way. And she's caring, kind, helpful… I love her." Y/N's heart shattered at his words. He loved this woman. Meaning, her feelings were useless.

"She sounds lovely," Y/N choked out, looking at her book. "She is. But I don't know if she likes me back. We've only known each other for 6 months, I met her at a bar. There are a lot of disastrous things that could happen if I confessed," Steve sighed, smiling at her. Something struck inside Y/N's head.

He was talking about her!

"Like what?" she asked, now smiling at him. "Oh, I don't know… she wouldn't like me back, move out, stop working for me, agree to never see me again… I don't want that to happen," he chuckled, looking at Y/N. She shifted closer to him, wrapping her arms around him.

"I'm pretty sure none of it would happen. She would definitely say she loves you back," Y/N whispered. Steve hugged her tightly, burying his face in her shoulder. "Do you really?" he asked softly. "I do, Steve, what's there not to like about you?" she chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

"The fact that I'm a mobster?" he chuckled into her shoulder, pulling her on his lap. "I don't care about that. You're so much more than that. You're a good man, you treat innocent people nicely… you're a sweetheart when you want to be," she giggled, kissing the top of his head.

Steve pulled away and brought her face closer to his, pressing their lips together. He had waited so long for this to happen. Y/N kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "I love you," Steve breathed out, smiling up at his woman. "I love you, too," Y/N grinned. They spent the rest of the afternoon in the garden together.

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a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

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princess-of-inarizaki · 4 years

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Heyheyhey!! Can i request manager birthday and the team forget about it for seijoh, inarizaki, and shiratorizawa bcs tomorrow ma birthday hahah. Thank youuu and i love you

Anon-chan!! This is SUCH an important birthday request and I am beyond honoured to write it for you :D 💖💖💖💖✨

Our birthdays are so close too👉👈 mine's next week. (Exactly ten days apart from yours!!)

Anyways, happy birthday Anon-chan!!I hope you have a beautiful day, filled with lots of happy things, and a wonderful year ahead. you're wonderful, and I hope you always remember that !! 💖💖💖✨ I love you so very much <3

The teams forgetting their manager's birthday

Characters: Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, and Inarizaki

Warnings: none

Oh btw!! since the type of manager is not specified, I'll go with my default fem manager :D she's cute and sweet (like you, Anon-chan 😺😆💖) and the boys adore her a ton. She's also very capable, smart, and confident, and she loves being physical with the boys, which constantly flusters them!

Seijoh

The Seijoh boys would be so busy practicing for an upcoming match, they kinda forget everything that's happening around them.

Lots of focus. You smile fondly, because that's what makes them such a good team. Their ability to focus on their goals and eliminate all distractions.

Until one day, Yahaba is just scrolling through his phone's calendar when he sees “Manager Chan's birthday, 19th November.”

And he's just so shocked and guilty. He immediately calls the rest of the team and tells them what he just realized.

The team feels so guilty and disappointed in themselves. They're a day late to wish you, and they desperately want to make it up to you.

You're their precious manager after all, the one who bandages their injuries with a smile and who always gives them the motivation to do better.

How could they possibly forget such a precious human being's birthday?

That same day, they create a group chat excluding you, and begin to plan something special for you.

They break themselves up into teams with specific tasks of getting things ready for an impromptu birthday party for you.

Iwa-chan is in charge of ensuring everything runs smoothly, and he makes sure to do it with zeal, hoping to make it the best birthday ever for you, eventhough it's a bit late.

The next day, you walk into the gym, and it's absolutely quiet and dark. The boys aren't there yet, which is pretty odd, considering practice should've started a few minutes ago.

You stand in front of the gym and dial Oikawa's number, because he's always quick to respond to your calls, but the number goes straight to voicemail. You're confused, and a little curious as to where they are.

Suddenly, you feel someone's hands covering your eyes, and Oikawa's voice saying “y/n-chan, don't be scared. We have a surprise for you.”

You laugh, realisation washing over you that the boys probably planned something because they forgot it was your birthday yesterday, and follow Oikawa as he guides you inside.

When he finally uncovers your eyes, you see the boys holding a huge, slightly odd looking cake, lit with candles.

Oikawa hugs you from behind and you pull him closer to you, snuggling in his embrace.

You then blow out your candles and make a silent wish. I wish to always be by their side

Iwa-chan is already hitting Oikawa for hugging you before the rest, so you hug Iwa too, then Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Yahaba, Kunimi, and even Kyotani, albeit him being slightly rigid.

“thanks guys, this is an amazing surprise!” you say softly, as your eyes tear up. It's obvious that they made the cake themselves, and eventhough it wasn't perfect, your boys, made it for you.

Your heart squeezed as you cut slices for everyone, and handed it to them, as they sat on the bleachers to enjoy it.

You sit next to Yahaba and leaned on his shoulder. “Thanks for remembering” you said softly.

He blushed. “how did you know?” you explained that Kunimi told you, and he smiled at you and ruffled your hair.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, Y/n-san. Thanks for being the best manager ever” said Iwaizumi. He seemed to be nonchalant about it, but his eyes and smile betrayed him. He was fond of you, and genuinely glad that you enjoyed the small celebration they had prepared.

You smiled and kissed his cheek as acknowledgement, which caused him to blush and Oikawa to throw a small tantrum.

You laughed as you looked at them bantering with each other, Hanamaki and Matsukawa teasing Kyotani, and Yahaba and Kunimi next to you. You really did love these boys.

Shiratorizawa

So I'm pretty sure it's exam week, and these boys are just so studious and hardworking, they're totally immersing themselves in their studies and books.

Until it's their calculus exam and Tendou just suddenly remembers “Oh my God, it was Y/N's birthday two days ago!!” as his pencil flies across the room, much to the sensei's disapproval (haha, miracle boy is so cute)

He pulls the other third years aside after the exam, like Ushijima, and Semi, and tells them what he just remembers.

Ushijima is just stoic, but internally he's like "how could I forget? I never forget important dates like these? Is something wrong with me?" And Semi's just so sad he wants to scoop you in his arms right away.

Tendou then proposes the idea of taking you somewhere after school to surprise you, and they agree, and run off to tell the rest of the team.

Goshiki is just close to tears he hates that he forgot his favourite senpai's birthday, especially when you remembered his (and the entire team's) and never failed to make it a special day for them.

So after school ends, you're getting ready to go back home, when Semi just scoops you into his arms and carries you to the rest of the team.

You're not all that shocked, since Semi does this pretty often, and so you let him. “where are we going?” you ask, and he just casually answers “to celebrate the end of exams”

You laugh silently. They're definitely planning more than that, but you decide to humour them, and smile at the team when Semi lets you down gently.

“let's go have udon” says Shirabu with a too-big smile. You and the team walk to an udon shop near the school, and enter quietly.

Goshiki sits next you, and he looks like he wants to say something, but can't, as he bites his lip. Ushijima sits in front of you, and rest of the team take their places and begin ordering.

You notice Tendou talking to the shop owner intently, with Shirabu next to him. Ushijima knows that you might suspect something, so he tries getting your attention by asking you about your exams.

Suddenly, Tendou brings a cake to the table and team begins singing happy birthday for you. You smile happily and wait for them to finish before making a wish and blowing off the candles.

You smile happily at the team and their hearts grow warm, seeing you so happy like that.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, y/n-senpai” says Goshiki in a sad voice. Your heart tugs at seeing him so sad, so you ruffle his hair and assure him that exams are tough on everyone, and that it was better to celebrate it after they ended anyways.

You and the team eat the cake after having udon, and talk about the week together. They start reminiscing about memories with you, as they talk about their first impressions, and cute memories with a soft smile on their faces.

Tendou retells the story of how you first came to the team and how much you've grown ever since then.

At some point, Semi sits in your place whilst you've gone to the ladies room, and pulls you to his lap when you come back.

The team laughs when they see you desperately refusing, worried that you'll be too heavy, whilst Semi reassures you that you won't.

Goshiki adoringly smiles at you, and Semi pulls you closer to him. Tendou feeds you small pieces of strawberry left from the cake, as Shirabu records everything, excitedly typing in a caption on his social media.

Meanwhile, Ushijima is just carefully adding in a small reminder in his phone calendar, so he'll never forget your birthday in the future ever again.

Inarizaki

My sweet little fox babies! I think they would be excitedly counting down for your birthday, you're their precious manager-chan after all (and I can't bring myself to say they forgot 😅😭) when Atsumu suddenly sees a friend of yours post a "happy birthday y/n!!" on their Instagram story.

Atsumu immediately jumps on his brother's bed and wakes him up, whilst texting your friend. “Isn't y/n's birthday five days from now?”

Your friend replies. “no haha, it's today!” which cause the twins to desperately call Aran, Suna, Ginjima, and of course, captain Kita!

The boys are hurriedly awoken a few minutes after midnight, and absolutely frazzled! They had all planned something special, but now they would have to change the date, and some things (like the cake and venue) weren't ready so soon.

Osamu groggily got out of bed and began taking out eggs, butter, flour, and other baking ingredients. Eventhough it was extremely late, and he had a tiring day, nothing could compare to his love for you. And so, he started mixing the ingredients at one a.m.

Kita tried to remain calm, but internally freaks out. He and Suna are trying to brainstorm ideas of places they could take you to make your day enjoyable.

Atsumu was busy wrapping the gifts they had all got. He got way too many papercuts and had a bit of trouble, but it was for you, and the thought alone of you smiling was enough to motivate him.

Aran and Ginjima made their own preparations in their own homes for the next day, and Aran even facetimed Osamu to keep him company throughout the baking process.

They were determined to make your birthday a happy one, and genuinely wanted to let you know they loved and cared for you so much.

The next day, six terribly sleep deprived boys arrived at school, with the needed arrangements set. The cake was safely secured with Osamu, and Suna took the bag of gifts from Atsumu.

Kita went to go find you, and he saw you waiting by the entrance of school. “Y/n-san, let's go.” said Kita with a mysterious smile.

You were a bit confused. School was the other way and he was dragging you away from it, but you trusted Kita and followed him.

He led you to the rest of the team, and gently places his hand on your back. “Let's go, y/n-san. We're going to the beach.”

You were super confused. “but school?”. Suna gives you a sleepy smile. “Kita and me have already handled that. We told your teachers you'd be absent today, now c'mon.”

Atsumu gently holds your small hand in his and you guys walks to the subway. As you dig for your subway card in your pocket, the boys get seated. There's one less seat, so Atsumu pulls you to his lap, much to the rest of the team's disapproval.

They're all so jealous, Atsumu laughs silently, and pulls an oblivious you closer. Osamu just rolls his eyes, but internally seethes.

Two stops later, the team motions to exit, and Aran shyly comes closer to you, taking your hand this time. You smile at him and make your way to the small beach you sometimes spend time in, with the rest of the team.

Kita finds an empty picnic table and everyone sits down, placing the items they had brought with them down, and looking at you expectantly.

“Happy Birthday, y/n-chan.” they chorused together. Suna ruffled your hair from the right side of you, and Osamu begins lighting up the candles on your left.

You gratefully thank them for going to the trouble of bringing you here, the fresh beach air and breeze immediately putting you in a cheerier mood.

They then start singing you a happy birthday as you blush silently and blow the candles out, making a wish. I wish to be able to love these boys forever.

You lean over and kiss Osamu's cheek. He blushes red immediately. “Thank you for going to the trouble of baking this, Samu'” if only you knew, he thought silently, as flashbacks of him almost falling asleep in front of the oven came to mind.

Kita cuts the cake and gives you the biggest slice, much to your happiness. The boys all eat their cake and joke around about all the memories they've made with you.

“I can remember when y/n-chan just came. She was so small and sweet, Osamu said she reminded him of a macaroon” said Aran.

Kita fondly smiles as he gives you a pack off green tea from his grandmother.

Ginjima gives you the gifts the entire team had picked and you begin tearing up, much to everyone's dismay. You're just so grateful to have them.

Suddenly Atsumu leans over and swipes frosting from the cake on your face. The mood is once again lifted, as Suna takes a ton of pictures, and contributes to the frosting on your face too.

“hey that's enough now” says Kita. He looks firm, but his eyes betray him. The slight sparkle shows that he thinks it adorably hilarious how the boys are annoying you.

The water seems to be calling you, so you pull Suna to the shore and lean down to the water.

The rest of the day is just filled with the boys and you doing random things by the beach, like eating popsicles, and finding seashells. You're unable to actually get into the water, due to your school uniforms, but seeing an excited you gush over the seashells and smile happily over ice cream is enough for the boys.

At the end of the day, you and the team watch the sunset together, and swear to work extra hard for the upcoming nationals.

As they see you looking up at the sunset adoringly, their hearts squeeze in their chest, so grateful to be a part of your life.

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volleychumps · 4 years

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Heyy idk if this'll make sense but,, I'm ugly (or at least not as pretty as others) and a lot of times guys would be dared to say "oh my friend likes you" while laughing at me. It made me very insecure growing up and makes me suspicious of compliments now... idk if anyone can relate but can you write a fluffy comfort scenario with Bokuto, Kageyama, or Tsukki? Maybe with reader laughing at a confession because she thinks it's a joke or something? Thank you, I love your work and stay healthy ❤️

Aw bby~ I’m sure you’re absolutely goregous <3 hope you enjoy your request!

Insecure S/O Reacting To a Confession (Bokuto, Kageyama, Tsukishima)

This is set in a time in which you’ve developed trust issues because a confession before had been a joke- so a little angsty ngl

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Bokuto

“She’s not coming, is she?”

“Calm down. You told her to meet you after school- the bell let out less than five minutes ago.” Akaashi’s voice sounded through the spiker’s phone as Bokuto releases a bigger sigh than he expected. Nervousness tingled through his muscles while the burly boy seemed to tremble in both excitement and fear for what was to come, leaning against one of the many exits to the school as golden eyes scoped the area for your figure.

“Today’s the day, Akaashi, I just know it!”

“Yeah. You said that yesterday. And the day before that one. Not to mention every day for the past month-”

“I think she’s coming!!” A hand slipped out of his pants pocket as he pushes off the wall giddily.

“Well, be careful- I don’t know if you heard about it, but-”

“See you at practice, my #1 Wingman!”

Bokuto ends the call, the last thing he hears being a sigh of Akaashi’s at his abrupt cut off. That could wait. A growing grin began at Bokuto’s lips as you, confused, approached him with a crumpled paper in your hand- looking as beautiful as ever in the eyes of the ace.

“Bokuto-san...?”

“You made it!”

He couldn’t see the hesitation in your steps, or the nervousness in your movements for the national-known volleyball spiker had his gold eyes downcasted at his feet, a hand nervously coming up to rest on the back of his neck as he internally prepares himself.

“Was there something you needed from me?” You wrung your hands out, biting your lip as you seemed to fidget in place, the scenario being all to familiar with what you once had to go through. However, you knew better- it just simply wasn’t possible.

Bokuto was always friendly towards you, but previous events had placed a limit in your head on just how far that friendliness just happened to extend. Until-

“Y/N...do you maybe want to go out with me?”

Your jaw slackened a little as you still in shock, watching as the boy you thought was eons out of your league blushed a little, squeezing his eyes tight as the question came out rushed, the words fumbling over each other.

But you still heard it.

Your chest sunk and heat flamed in your cheeks as you push out your first instinct- a laugh. A laugh bubbled up in your throat at the question, and Bokuto opened his eyes, confusion and anxiety rising in his stomach at the sound that still made his heart race. Nervously, he began laughing too.

“Alright.” You make out between giggles. “Who put you up to this?”

All laughter stopped on his end as you continue to giggle, but your eyes were a tad bit poignant as your fists clenched at your sides. Bokuto straightens, furrowing his brows at the ridiculous question.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, this is a prank right?” Your voice wobbled. “Was it Rui? His friend Droy?”

“Y/N, what-?”

“You shouldn’t play with girls’ feelings like that, you know?” You continue, smiling yet your eyes screamed of another story. “But in my case, it’s funny- right?”

Bokuto blinked, mouth agape at the accusation in your words as you take a shaky breath, trying not to show weakness as Bokuto takes a careful step in front of you. Was this what Akaashi was trying to tell him?

“Y/N, I’m serious!” The ace exclaimed, causing you to finally meet his eyes with your slightly watery ones. “You’re absolutely goregous, there’s no way this is a prank!”

“Y-You’re taking this too far...”

“I’m not, because there isn’t anything to take!” Bokuto grabs your hand in his, intertwining your pinkies as you can’t help but smile a little at the childish gesture. “I promise you, Y/N, I like you! Way too much, I’ve been trying to tell you for the past month now, but...you scare me. In a I’ve-never-had-these-feelings before kind of way.”

You find yourself leaning into his palm as Bokuto smiles, golden eyes gleaming genuinely as he cups your face. “Who made you think of yourself this way?”

“N-No one in particular...” You lie, looking off to the side as you feel yourself being tugged gently into the sweet boy’s chest, causing you to yelp a little as Bokuto crosses a boundary, digging his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

“Please.” You stop trying to push him away at the sincerity in his voice. “Can I change that? I can. I promise you I can, if you give me a chance!”

Shakily, you look up to the sky, feeling Bokuto’s warm breath on your neck as he spoke, wondering if this was worth learning to trust again, your arms wrapping around his mid-section as you did so.

Your voice quiets, cracking slightly as you hold him back just a little tighter.

“One chance. Don’t let me regret this.”

Kageyama

“This is ridiculous, you moron!”

“Trust me, she’s gonna love it Kageyama-Kun!” Hinata flashes his setter a big thumbs up as Kageyama groans, glaring into the bouquet of flowers with pink dusted across his cheeks. After Hinata had snuck a horribly written note into your shoe locker- Kageyama couldn’t put his confession off anymore, much to the setter’s dismay. Admiring you from afar had been enough, and confessing you face to face had once been a daydream-

“Can’t I just, you know, text her?” The raven haired boy attempts to escape one more time as Hinata points a finger to the spot where he was standing stubbornly.

“Nope! As if you could get her number anyway-” Hinata dodges the hit coming his way with ease, sidestepping as he continues his tangent. “So you’re going to stand right there and wait for Y/N-chan to come! I’m going home now, and tomorrow- you better have a newly minted girlfriend!”

“I should’ve never asked you for advice.”

“See you tomorrow, and you’re welcome.”

Kageyama scoffs, snarky reply falling on silent lips as Hinata mounts his bike and takes off before he can get it out, leaving the blue-eyed setter standing at military position near the courtyard, red roses tightened in his grasp around the less thorny areas. He hoped Hinata was smart enough to not mix up the two locations.

“Kageyama-Kun!”

Said boy almost drops his flowers when you round the corner, now changed out of your school shoes as Kageyama swallows- a futile attempt to aid his now dry mouth. You took small steps towards him as you find a lump growing in your throat at the scene before you, memories flashing in your mind at what once had been.

Regardless, you managed a tight smile as Kageyama blinks once. Then twice as if to make sure this was really happening.

“You...wanted to see me about something?” You question formally, ignoring the red hue of the roses as Kageyama stutters out a response, bright blue eyes darting all over the courtyard.

“I...um....you are....UGH-”

In any other circumstance, you might’ve found this cute- but the only thing you could think of was how good he was at acting.

“Take your time.” Your eyes dim down a little as the familiar unease rises in your stomach.

“D-Date!” Kageyama manages, the pink on his cheeks now turning into a bright red. “I want to g-go on a date with you...!”

You press your lips together as a heat pricks the corner of your eyes, the one image you didn’t want to remember blurring perfectly over the one in front of you.

.... Again?

Kageyama curses, offering you the roses with one hand shakily as the back of his hand covers his mouth, blue eyes seeming to glare off to the side in utter regret. “I heard you like flowers, s-so....”

“You don’t need to do this, Kageyama-Kun.” You find yourself saying, surprised at how stable your voice was as Kageyama’s arm slackens a little, the bouqet lowering in height as he takes in your words- in his case, your response.

“It’s cruel, you know? I get it- you’re popular, attractive, and people want to be your friend- but this? I know I can’t be with someone like you the way I am now, so you have to show me firsthand?”

“Huh?”

You chuckle humorlessly at the genuine confusion in his voice before laughing a little. “It’s hilarious, isn’t it? Poor, naive, ugly girl believes for just a second that the boy she likes wants her back.”

Kageyama’s eyes widen a little, still trying to process what you’re saying as the roses fall slack at his side. But the only thing he’s able to get out, is-

“Wait, you like me?”

You spin on your heel, flustered you admitted it, before beginning to walk off.

“Goodbye, Kageyama-Kun.”

“W-Wait!” Before he can stop himself, he finds himself grabbing you from behind to stop your leaving, your eyes widening as the bouqet of flowers remains tightened in his grasp as he does so, your back against his chest. The aromatic scent fills your nose as he successfully stops you from going anywhere.

“I-I don’t know why you think you’re ugly or any of those things, but you aren’t.” Kageyama mumbles quickly, and you’re shocked to see that he’s trembling at the touch. “But I wasn’t lying, or trying to play you. I want to go on a date with you...and if you like me too, there shouldn’t be an issue, right?”

“Shit!” Kageyama releases you right away, and you step away subconciously as you find yourself believing him, a hand over the clothed part of your chest as you do, cheeks blooming with a pink of their own.

“...I think I’d like that.”

“Like what?” Kageyama questions obliviously as you groan, blushing in a way that made the setter want to admire you even closer than from afar.

“The date, don’t make me say it!”

The blue-eyed setter releases a sigh of relief, his heart being sent on an emotional rollercoaster coming to an end as he chuckles the slightest bit at your embarrassed stature, offering the roses again in a now relaxed-manner.

“Right. So can you maybe take the damn flowers and be my girlfriend?”

Tsukishima

“I regret this. I’m going home.”

“Tsukki! No!” Yamaguchi whines, pulling on his friend’s sleeve for the second time in six minutes.

“She isn’t coming. Waiting outside her classroom is creepy anyway. She might’ve even already gone home.” Tsukishima says straight on, glancing at his childhood friend before the freckled boy could interject. “What are you even doing here?”

“Moral support!”

“Yeah, could you maybe...do that somewhere else?”

Yamaguchi sniffs once, frowning. “I get that you’re nervous, Tsukki, but don’t take it out on me. Text me later and send Y/N my regards, okay?”

“I’m not nervous.” The tall blonde claims, swiping through his playlist when in reality- the butterflies in his stomach said otherwise.

“That’s all you got out of that?” Yamaguchi sweat drops, shouldering his bag a little more before waving as he begins to walk off. “Be nice to Y/N!”

“Wasn’t gonna kill her.” Tsukishima mumbles to no one as he’s left by his lonesome in the empty school corridor after school had ended, mostly everyone leaving or going to attend their club activities. He knew from Yachi who shared your class- that you stayed a little after school to study for a bit before leaving.

Tsukishima had discovered about his emotional surge towards you when you had visited practice one day to drop off Yachi’s notebook- only to notice you more and more each time you had passed him by to the point where you would smile and wave while greeting him by name. Soon, all other girls seemed to become see-through, leaving you bright in a sea of unfamiliar heads.

“Crap!” You stumble back, a relieved laugh filling the corridor as the blonde blinks, wondering how he had gotten so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t even seen you emerge or make himself known.

“You scared me, Tsukki!” You whine, shifting your bag upon your shoulder before blinking in confusion. “Wait, what are you doing here? Is the volleyball club off today-?”

“Go out with me.”

Your breath hitches at the sudden attack.

Tsukishima remains indifferent, thankful he was able to even say it, as he shoved his hands in his pockets, eyeing you seriously through his spectacles before you find yourself back there again. Back where your trust was stripped and your pride was stomped on before you smile- a smile that was anything but cheerful.

“That’s not a very funny joke, Tsukki.” You laugh a little, hand tightening around your bag strap as you refuse to meet his eyes, your gaze falling on his shoes as you become overwhelmed with past events.

“I’m not joking. Go out with me.” He repeats, not asking, but in a way where it sounded like he was basically telling you.

“...How far are you willing to go?” You feel wetness brim your eyes, but your smile still remains- shaky yet present- as your voice cracks differently from the way you used to call his name.

“What the hell are you-?”

A smirk and multiple laughs ring in your head from your memories before you finally snap.

“Stop screwing around, alright?”

Tsukishima’s brow quirks up once, and in the next few moments, you gasp as your back is suddenly touching a nearby locker- Tsukishima’s hand resting by your side to create the illusion of entrapment as he leans in to you, and you don’t have to look up to know that his gaze was searing into you with a mixture of frustration and something else you couldn’t pinpoint.

“Who’s screwing around?” His voice was quiet and irritable, and you swallow the lump in your throat as a few stray tears slip.

“I’m just a joke, right?” You mumble, barely audible as you breathe in his scent from decreased proximity. “You boys always toy with girls like they’re your little playthings-”

“Are you talking about that shitty prank that bastard pulled on you a few months back?”

Your eyes snap up before you can stop them. “You...know about that?”

“Why the hell are we here wasting our breaths on them?” Tsukishima questions, irritation evident in his tone. “I don’t do these kinds of things, ever, and you seriously think I’d be here telling you I like you as some kind of shit joke? Give me a break.”

You blink, believing his harsh words as Tsukishima sighs, relaxing his neck so his head falls on your shoulder.

“On the bright side you finally looked at me. Understood, I hear you loud and clear.”

You bite your lip when he moves to step away from you, your hands clasping at the sides of his shirt before you can stop yourself.

“I...I’ll go out with you, Tsukki.”

The blonde’s eyes widen a fraction as you bury your head in his chest.

“Just...please please don’t be like the others.”

“I thought I told you.” Tsukki’s pointer finger prods at your chin, causing you to look up at him as he leans down so your noses brush.

“You’re wasting your breath on the wrong thing, Y/N.”

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Not in That Way

*gif not mine, found on Giphy*

(Spencer Reid x fem!Reader)

The one where Spencer’s TA falls in love with him.

Length: 3.3k

A/N: VAGUE SPOILERS FOR S15 AHEAD! AGE GAP (10 years). Read at your own risk everybody, very angsty. NO PART TWO’S WILL BE WRITTEN. enjoy :)

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It wasn’t hard, really. It wasn’t hard at all to fall in love with Spencer Reid. In fact, it was the easiest thing she’d ever done. It came so easily that it shook her to the core.

Really, what’s not to love? He is a badass FBI agent with a heart of gold, he can literally recite almost any book to her on demand, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he looks like he’s been sculpted by a coveted artist.

She didn’t know though, she didn’t know how easy it would be to be completely enamored by someone. She didn’t know what kind of life she’d be stepping into when she’d applied to become his Teaching Assistant. She’d heard from her peers that there was a part-time professor who had been looking for a TA. She signed up without a second thought, desperate for any kind of connections that could possibly help her with her PhD in forensic psychology. When she’d learned that he was a certified genius whose other job was to be a real life superhero, she hoped and prayed he’d pick her application.

She was over the moon when she found out that he did indeed pick her out of all the students who had applied. This was an opportunity of a lifetime. She’d seen his university ID photo on the website and thought he was attractive, but seeing him in person was almost magical. The camera definitely could not quite pick up on the subtle gold flecks in his irises or the silky sheen of his hair. And that smile. She was sure she could drown in it forever.

After being chosen and going through a number of interviews, Y/N learned just how meticulous Dr. Reid was in everything he did. She helped him create the syllabus as well as build his lesson plans. Over the semester, she would go over his grading since he had the tendency to give students the answers instead of making helpful comments on the papers to make them think and reflect. She’d also learned about his particular aversion to technology, which meant they had multiple meet-ups when he was in town just so she can walk him through certain systems, like the university’s portal system as well as the email. She also showed him how to pose his answers as questions instead, explaining that sometimes, he shouldn’t answer their incomplete thoughts because it's an undergrad class. Also, with his unpredictable schedule concerning the FBI, she would often step in and teach his class whenever he was away on a case.

They’d become good friends outside of his office and classroom, probably closer than they should have been. He was just too likeable and she was always eager enough to hear what he had to say, thus a bond between them was born and reinforced each time they saw each other. He was so thoughtful, it shocked her. Once he’d heard her mention that she used to love collecting keychains when she was a child, and made sure to get her a new one from each state he’d visit thanks to his trips around the country. Her previous boyfriends were beyond disappointing in comparison to say the least, and they weren’t even dating. He knew her favorite coffee order by heart and often had it ready with a fresh croissant whenever they met at the university’s coffee shop and if they were meeting at his office, he’d take them to go.

It was little things like that that made her fall in love with him. And she knew, it’s not like she didn’t, she just chose to hide it with every cell of her being. Crushing on your professor is pretty common amongst university students, but being a TA and being desperately in love with your professor was a whole different kind of story.

She already admired his intelligence in class immensely, however hearing his stories from his time out in the field made her heart grow three times the size of normal. His stories ranged from being about geographical profiling, to action-packed anecdotes, and even funny moments with the team.

Was she constantly impressed by him? Yes.

Was she constantly worried about him? Also yes.

Which is why she’d practically made him adopt the habit of texting or calling her every time he landed in DC. They’d been chasing this unsub, Lynch, for months on end and he’d informed her that they were finally close to getting him. The last time they talked two days ago, he was feeling confident. But then it was just silence. He hadn’t texted her, he hadn’t called her. She didn’t even know if he was back in DC. Her mind took her places she didn’t want to go. He’d gotten so good with keeping her updated that this silence was turning her blood into ice water.

She’d left 11 missed calls so far. But she didn’t give up, she was determined to hear from him. The next morning she tried again, holding her breath and squeezing her eyes shut in a silent prayer.

“Hello?” Someone finally picked up, a woman.

“Hello? Who is this? I’m trying to reach Spencer Reid.” Y/N said into the phone, voice clearly on the edge of tears.

“Oh you must be Y/N Y/L/N. You’re Spencer’s TA. I’m Penelope Garcia, I work with Spencer.” She said into the phone evenly, calmly.

“Yes, I am. Did something happen to Spencer? He hasn’t contacted me in two days. Why do you have his phone?” Y/N worried into the phone. She could hear every heartbeat, loud and clear.

“Spencer is in the hospital. There was an explosion yesterday and he hit his head really hard. We found him passed out in his apartment this morning.” Penelope answered. Y/N’s eyes widened and she felt the tears slip from her eyes quickly. The panic began to set in.

“C-could you please text me the address?” Y/N managed to whisper into the phone through her tears.

“Of course, sweetie. He’s going to be okay. His mother is here, I’m assuming you know about Diana?” She asked tenderly.

“Yes, yes, I know. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Y/N said, already rushing to put on shoes and looking for her keys.

The drive to the hospital wasn’t long, but Y/N felt like it took ages to get there anyway. Her breathing was uneven and her eyes were already swollen as if she’d been crying for days. There was a bad, bad feeling reverberating around in her chest. She’d somehow floated through the hospital like she was running on autopilot.

She’d found the room and met eyes with a blonde woman adorning two identical blue puffs in her hair. She would have thought they were adorable if she wasn’t panicking her heart out. She spotted Spencer laying on the hospital bed with oxygen tubes hanging around his ears and inserted into his nose. The sight made her stomach lurch. Something about the way his usually pink lips were drained of their color made her want to sob until tomorrow came. Beside the bed on the other side sat Diana Reid, a tall woman with short blonde hair. She’d seen her in photos before. Diana merely stared at her with a hint of a smile.

She stepped in the hospital room, swallowing down the bile in her throat, “H-Hi, I’m Y/N.” She waved tentatively into the room, almost unable to keep with the tensity of the two women’s gazes. She wiped at her eyes and stood at the foot of Spencer’s bed, “Is he going to be okay?” She asked, staring at the steady rise and fall of Spencer’s chest. That way it was reassuring to watch him. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears as she stood.

“The doctors are hopeful.” Penelope replied, assessing the young woman who just entered. She was much younger than she previously thought she was. Although she had no idea what to expect when it came to Spencer’s academic life, he was always surprising her.

Diana sat still and silent in the hospital chair, a pensive expression draped across her features. Penelope sensed a tension in the room and looked towards Diana, “Hey, Diana, would you like to come with me down to the cafeteria to fetch some jello for Spencer to eat when he wakes up?”

Y/N sent Penelope a sidelong glance filled with gratitude. She tuned out the sounds of Diana telling Penelope the story of the first time Spencer had jello as they exited the small room. She immediately pulled up the chair closest to his bed and grasped his hand tightly. She let out a shaky breath at the contact. Cold, his hand was so, so cold.

“Oh, Spencer, you scared the shit out of me.” She whispered, pressing her lips to the back of his hand quickly, “I could have lost you today...and-and I wouldn’t have known what to do with myself if that would have happened. I know you probably can’t hear me, but I still have to say what I’m going to say. I have to. For myself. So here goes,” she pauses, taking a deep breath, “there’s nothing that scares me more than losing you, and that thought alone terrifies me.” She sniffled, wiping away her tears, “What I feel for you terrifies me, Spencer. I didn’t know I was capable of loving someone so deeply until I met you. And...I don’t know what to do with all this love, I want to hand it all to you, let you see yourself the way I see you, but I can’t do that. I can’t.” She held back an incoming sob, whispering, “I can’t ask that of you.”

She bowed her head and rested it along his forearm, her silent tears soaking through the hospital sheets. The fear of grieving for him outweighed the fear of rejection. She’d never forgive herself if he died without knowing how big of a space he occupied in her heart. She didn’t know if she was brave enough to tell him to his face while he was awake, but this was a start. Solidifying her feelings was a start. And man, were they solid.

A few minutes later, her phone began to ring because of an endless stream of emails. There was a class today, and she’d have to teach it. She went back and forth from her phone to Spencer’s face and released a deep, heavy sigh from the pit of her chest. She stood from her seat and hovered her hand over his cheek before allowing it to rest timidly on his skin.

“I have to go, but I’ll see you soon.” She paused, chewing on her lip, “I love you.” She said softly, fresh tears making their way back to the brim of her eyes. She pulled away from him and exited the room swiftly.

Spencer’s bleary eyes opened slightly to just barely catch the sight of her disappearing into the hallway from which she came. Seconds later, Penelope and his mother came marching in, seeing his open eyes.

Penelope set down the cups of jello nearby and Diana made her way to her son quickly. He could barely keep his eyes open for long enough. It was a small achievement but they both held onto it dearly.

Hours later, he blinked his eyes open again as he heard his mother and Penelope conversing about his favorite type of cloud. Diana leaned over her son’s bed and set a comforting hand on his shoulder. He stared at her fondly.

“Am I alive or is this heaven?” He asked, smiling slightly.

“You are very much alive.” Diana smiled broadly at him.

Garcia had since gone back to the office to assist the team in finally closing the Lynch case. Spencer was just waking up from yet another snooze.

Diana looked at him closely, sometimes he felt she was the profiler in the room, “She told you didn’t she?”

Spencer rubbed at his eyes slightly, “Who are you talking about?” He yawned.

“The pretty girl who was in here earlier.” Y/N’s name had slipped her mind the second she said it. Spencer stared at his mother incredulously, shocked at just how clear her mind was at the moment. Diana took his silence as an affirmative and nodded at him.

“You should tell her.” She said definitively. For a moment, he doubted if he understood just what she meant, but he understood.

“How did you know?” Spencer asked curiously.

“I told you, a mother always knows. And I saw the way she looked at you. She deserves to know, Spencer.” Diana said.

She deserves to know.

The thought tumbled around in his head for days after he was discharged from the hospital. He was on medical leave for the moment but as soon as he could see straight, he took the train to her apartment. He’d been there a few times, they’d had a few casual dinners there while grading papers together or coming up with future lesson plans. His hands were on the verge of trembling as he knocked on her apartment door. The numbers nailed on the door mocked him as he stood waiting for her to open.

She frowned at the sound, she wasn’t expecting anybody. She pushed her laptop to the side and stood to straighten her pajamas, making her way to the door. She ripped it open as soon as she saw who it was.

“Spencer! Oh thank goodness you’re okay! I’ve been worried sick about you.” She threw her arms around his middle tightly, making him stagger a bit from the impact, but he enveloped her in his arms anyway. The contact was very welcome.

“Hey.” He smiled into the hug, his heart spilling with gratitude over being worthy enough of her attention. They separated from the embrace and she stared at him with a look resembling wonder.

“What are you doing here? I thought you still had a few more days off until you had to get back to work. Come in, come in.” She moved aside to let him in. She also moved a plethora of blankets and textbooks off the couch to make space for him to sit.

“I know, I’m sorry for kind of coming over unannounced. I didn’t mean to intrude or anything.” He eyed her matching set of cartoon character pajamas as he took a seat, making a mental note that it was the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. She blushed under his gaze but shook her head nonetheless.

“Oh come on, you know you’re always welcome here. Can I get you something to drink? Some water or coffee, maybe?” She asked.

“Water’s fine.” He smiled, leaning back into the couch. She nodded and made her way into the kitchen. Spencer’s shoulders untensed for a moment and he hadn’t realized that he’d been carrying so much of his worries in them around her. She came back with the water and took a seat next to him, angling her body to face him. He muttered a thank you as he sipped from it, unsure how to approach the situation.

“I wanted to thank you. For coming to the hospital to see me. That meant a lot.” He met her eyes and saw a flash of panic dance across her irises. How did he know she was there? Penelope probably told him, right? He couldn’t have heard her.

“Of course, Spencer. It’s the least I could do.” She smiled sweetly. His heart cleaved in his chest as he stared at the sweet girl in front of him.

What did he ever do to deserve her friendship?

He fidgeted with the glass in his hands, a silence beginning to drape over them.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, noticing his fidgeting.

He took a deep breath and set the glass down on the coffee table in front of them. He turned his body to face her and reached for her soft hands. Her breath hitched at the intimate contact, butterflies erupting in the pit of her abdomen.

“You are a remarkable person, Y/N. I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I see the absolute worst that humanity has to offer on a daily basis, but you have made it your mission to make my life easier. And you do, honestly, I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” He said with soft eyes and a half-laugh. She smiled back, she could practically feel the rush from his words directly in her brain.

“And it is an honor to be loved by you,” his voice hesitated to say the word, his eyes darkening with regret as he continued. Realization snapped into place for her as he said, “but I can’t give you what you need.”

He had heard her. He knew.

Her blood ran cold as she tore her hands away from his, as if the skin on his hands had the ability to burn her. He frowned as he watched her frantic eyes search his for any semblance of dishonesty. Her throat closed up over all the words that fought to surface. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came up. Instead, tears sprung to the corners of her eyes.

“What?” She whispered, brokenhearted and momentarily in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He tried to console her but she was past the point of consolation.

“I-I understand.” She nodded painfully, tears cascading down her face before she even got the chance to wipe them away, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have said anything, it’s completely unprofessional.” She swallowed an incoming sob as best as she could.

“No, I’m glad you told me, but if I’m being honest, I knew long before it. This isn’t about professionality, I don’t care about that. But I care about you, a lot.” Spencer said softly, staring at the young woman in front of him. She shook her head, utterly devastated and doing her best to shield herself from his gaze. Thoughts escaped her as her heart took a deep-dive to settle in her abdomen.

“And I thought I should let you know how I feel. I love you, Y/N,” he paused, “just not in that way.” The soft voice he used was completely useless against the harshness of the words.

She tried, she tried her absolute hardest to suppress the incoming sob, but those words just about broke the dam. She rubbed at her eyes, nodding. He tried to set a comforting hand on her shoulder but decided against it. She took a deep breath and stood up from the couch.

That was enough humiliation for the day.

“No, no, I completely understand.” She said, voice wobbly and eyes ringed with red. He frowned up at her at the sight of her being so upset.

“Will you be okay?” He asked as he stood up from his seat. She laughed slightly, this man had devastated her, broken her heart with a few simple words and still wondered if she’d be okay. That’s Spencer Reid for you. The question made her heart ache and long for him more. His simplicity and good intentions made her question why the world wasn’t kind enough to let her have him.

“No, I won’t. And I probably won’t be okay for a long time. Because I will keep meeting men and keep comparing them to you so, until I stop doing that, no, I won’t be okay, Spencer.” She answered with a surprisingly stable voice. He frowned and nodded.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, stepping forward to cup her cheek and gently use his thumb to wipe the remainder of her tears. Her glassy eyes bored right into his, her lips wobbling at the contact. She then closed her eyes and leaned her cheek into his palm, soaking in his warmth one last time before he tore himself away from her completely and showed himself out of the apartment without looking back.

That was when she allowed herself to fall apart. He heard her heart wrenching cries from behind the door and hesitated, but decided to walk away anyway with a chest heavy with regret.

She will never be enough for him, she thought.

He will never be enough for her, he thought.

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