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cupidjyu · 1 year

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the sweetener you are

hyunjae x reader (idea from the anon who requested childhood friends to lovers!)

summary: when a mysterious man moves into the apartment next door, you realize that he’s your childhood best friend who’s disappeared for years. he changed, his life seeming to have soured. but you could just be his sweetener, the one to make him smile again

genre: best friends to lovers, and boy-next-door sorta thing, hurt/comfort for him because he deserves the world, nightmares, healing, one bed trope, youre forced to move in with him hahaha am i evil, back hugs, he acts "drunk" when tired (dont ask why, it was just an excuse to write him being clingy), hes flirty ish and teasing, hes shirtless for like one second (BECAUSE.), sleepy love confessions, kissing, is there tension? i can't tell myself, “sweetheart” good god notes: school started so expect much much less after this... so see you in a bit 🥲🥲but hope u enjoy!!! this is literally just yumi who needs to stop writing long interpretations of their love for hyunjae in the form of fics + song inspo! word count: 12.7k

You coughed. You choked. And then you glared straight at Younghoon who was staring back in complete alarm. Setting the unfinished glass down on the counter with a loud clink, you clenched your jaw with unspoken curse words that threatened to escape your lips.

“This tastes like dirt,” You garbled out. Rushing over to one of your cupboards, you pulled out one of those small sugar packets that you liked to swipe from those cute coffee shops. If it was free, why not take a few? Ripping the paper open, you poured it into the drink that didn’t even look like it belonged on this planet. It was both… green and yellowish-blue at the same time.

Younghoon gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth dramatically. “That’s not healthy!”

“But it tastes so bad,” You whined. “It needs a sweetener.”

He glared, dragging his hand all the way down his jaw in an unattractive way. “It’s an herbal drink. It’s meant to taste bad. Think of all the health benefits you could’ve gotten out of that without the sugar.”

“You made this?” You scrunched up your face in disgust.

“No, I–” He laughed nervously. “My mom did. I promised her I would finish it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And you couldn’t because it tasted so bad. So you’re making me finish it.”

He gave you a pained smile as he stepped away. “I– who said that?”

“Why’re we even friends?” You questioned before jabbing a finger at the door. “Get out.”

Younghoon pouted but he eventually obliged, opening the apartment door. “You still owe me money for that overpriced tiny piece of cake by the way.”

“It tasted good!” You shot back.

“It did not.” He sighed. “It’s just you with your horrible sweet tooth. Don’t even– hey…” You noticed him peeking out of your door and into the hallway. And then he leaned back in, searching your face with wonder. “Someone’s moving in next door.”

You brightened with interest at that, practically jumping off where you were sitting on the kitchen counter. Bounding over to the door, you poked your head out under Younghoon’s, just like they did in the cartoons. Squinting your eyes, all you could see was a tall man with a cap on that covered most of his face.

“Who’s that?” Younghoon said, slightly too loud for your liking.

With a groan, you elbowed him in the ribs. “Shh…how would I know? Though... he does look better than that old dude who constantly yelled at those courtroom TV shows like he was the judge.” It was like the apartment next to yours was cursed. Magic wasn’t real here. Or at least, in this world. But you still believed that a witch had strolled by and casually placed a hex on Apt 245 for the fun of it. For the time that you’ve been here, you’ve seen about five people move in there. And they were never happy.

Once, there were two parents who had to deal with multiple children who would not stop crying. You hadn’t slept a wink the whole time they were there. They did receive a noise complaint though. Another time, there was a teenager who couldn’t even properly pay off the rent. He didn’t have a job. But he could somehow afford the loudest speaker where he would play the most gut-wrenching, saddest music ever. He got evicted.

But this man… well–he looked decent. Really. No evident curse here. Or at least, yet. When he turned around, you could see that he was very tall and… broad. Apparently, that was the first thing you noticed. He also seemed to pick up the moving boxes with ease and when he had stepped just the slightest to the side, you could see the impossibly perfect slope of his nose. Also a very odd thing to notice.

Younghoon grasped your arm, pulling you back into your own apartment.

“Don’t fall in love.”

You gaped at him. “What? I don’t even know who he is.”

He raised an eyebrow. “But he’s tall. And broad. And has a nice nose. I know you. I know your type.”

Shit.

“You do know me,” You mumbled sheepishly. “But still!” You poked him harshly. “I won’t fall in love. I probably won’t even see him for like– a month. Or he’s going to be cursed and moved out like the others. Don’t worry.”

Your friend narrowed his eyes in skepticism but he eventually nodded. “As long as you don’t bump into him tomorrow or something.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Of course. I won’t fall in love.”

You didn’t fall in love. You fell onto the floor.

And you also happened to bump into him the next day ironically enough.

If only—if only—you decided to pick up your mail yesterday like you were supposed to, this wouldn’t have happened. And by this, you meant being distracted by a cup that rolled out of your new neighbor’s door and then walking straight into his chest.

You squeaked in horror. “I’m sorry!” And then you stepped backwards, tripped on your badly-timed untied shoelace, and ended up on the floor in the middle of the hallway.

When you looked up, there was a pretty hand that reached out to help you up. Taking it with burning cheeks, you could finally see what this man looked like up close and without a cap.

And you would have expected maybe one of those boy-next-door romantic moments where you would fall into his arms and start dating the next day. Oh, and also kiss and eventually get married. But no, you—

“Hyunjae?”

The man—Hyunjae—gaped at you with comically wide eyes.

“Y/n,” He breathed out.

As long-lost childhood friends, the most sensible thing to do was ask how he was. But you often defied expectations, positively or negatively, and so instead you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a tight hug.

Hyunjae, whom you’ve known since you were just young kids, has been your best friend for as long as you could remember. He used to be on the elementary school track team while you… were on the bleachers trying to tell the difference between subtraction and addition. But luckily, Hyunjae was both a smart and kind kid and so he had stopped in the middle of his running to sit with you and teach what your teacher couldn’t do properly.

He was always one year older, always more mature and experienced. But he tended to throw that away just for you and join in on playing games with you when he should’ve been studying for an exam. But he did so to cheer you up. He was sweet like that and you adored spending your afternoons after school with him.

The two of you even got to experience those dreadful high school years together, except there was always that haunting realization—that he would eventually graduate first. But he always reassured you.

“It’s just one year, silly,” He joked, pulling you into a side hug, one that perfectly portrayed his understanding of your worries. “I’ll text and call you all the time. Promise.”

Promises were often broken and this wasn’t any different. For when he had left for college, he never contacted you ever again. You had tried to reach out, but he never responded. And so, for your whole college term, you never saw Lee Hyunjae, your supposed “best friend,” ever again.

And you should have been mad—no, furious to see him again. You should have pushed him away and went on with your life while skillfully avoiding him. But just the simple sight of him brought back all those fond memories–baking cupcakes, falling asleep together just after screaming over a horror movie, holding each other when life just gets too much... And so you found yourself buried into his chest, holding him tightly.

“Hyunjae,” You whispered again, shutting your eyes in both contentment and fear of him pushing you away again.

But you felt two hands snake around your middle, hugging you back. There were a million questions running through your mind at that moment, wondering why he had disappeared but welcomed you so easily. But you set them aside, choosing to just melt into his still familiar embrace.

Finally though, you managed to pull away, looking at him with a fond smile. He smiled back. He had grown even more handsome than before. He managed to become taller, broader, and more charming all at once. His features were sharp, more mature. Something about him–the way he was dressed in a literal suit–really portrayed to you that he really was an adult now, as opposed to the teenager who procrastinated on science projects.

“How are you?” He smiled, almost too polite for your liking. You could see the way he stood, awkwardly and with fidgeting hands. And that was when it all hit you like a truck.

Your eyebrows suddenly furrowed, your lips pulled into a scowl, and your eyes narrowed as you stepped forward. “How am I? No. How could you–” You banged a fist on his firm chest. “–leave me–” Another punch. “–like that–” He stepped back in growing alarm. “–and act all polite and uneasy as if we weren’t best friends for years?” Both of your fists lingered on his chest, your strength growing weak from frustration.

“Y/n, I–” He winced.

“Actually, I hate you.” You glared. But your words differentiated from your actions when your hand came to smooth down his crumpled tie. “I don’t want to see you ever again. You’re an absolute asshole and I–” But your eyes met with his, his gaze amused and soft. And then you sniffled, looking down at the ground, the urge to cry suddenly overcoming you.

Hyunjae laughed quietly. “I’m sorry. If you would allow me to explain?”

“Great,” You grumbled. “Then do so. Since you’ve owed me an explanation after all these years.”

He glanced at his watch. “I have work. Tomorrow, maybe? Trust me.”

You looked at him in bewilderment. “Work? But you haven’t even unpacked yet.” You eyed his apartment with the door open. There were multiple boxes strewn about, some not even open yet.

“Emergencies,” He sighed. That was when you noticed just how exhausted he looked. “I have to go.”

“Oh,” You stuttered. “Okay. I– good luck?”

Hyunjae smiled, pinching your cheek just like he had done all those years ago. He seemed to be completely unfazed over the fact that you just punched him in anger. “Thank you.” And he was locking the door behind him and heading for the elevator. But just as he was walking away, you felt the need to call something out. Just a few words.

“Hyunjae?” You said.

He turned around, tilting his head. You never knew just how well work attire suited him. He looked almost… attractive. But god, what were you thinking?

“I missed you.”

He smiled but he never quite gave you a response as the elevator ding had interrupted him. Instead, he just gave you a small wave.

It was odd. Awkward. But one step at a time, you figured. It’s been years after all.

The next day, as promised, he had shown up to your door. This time, since it was the weekend, he was wearing a simple white shirt. One that still never failed to accentuate his broad shoulders.

But initially, you thought it was Younghoon and not a guy who you haven’t seen for multiple years. So you may or may not have opened the door with your hair like a bird’s nest and your sleepwear on that… wasn’t meant for the general public to see. Apparently, Hyunjae fits in the general public category now. Best friend? No, you hate him.

Kind of.

Not really.

Stumbling to the door, you flung it open, your eyes barely open. Immediately, you were met with the sight of just. Long legs. Not very helpful.

“Who–” And then you looked up, only to meet Hyunjae’s eyes. Choking on your spit, you straightened up. “Hello,” You blurted out in a monotone voice.

He raised an eyebrow and tilted his chin down with amusement. “And who’s the uneasy one now?”

“Sorry, I…” Your eyes trailed down to what you were wearing. With an internal gasp, you stepped backward. “I’m going to– change.”

He widened his eyes and then his gaze also traveled down. His cheeks were oddly red and he cleared his throat, looking away.

You cringed and shut the door in his face before he could even say anything.

Now in proper clothes that were for the general public, you opened the door again. He was still standing there with that same smile. The same kind, caring one he always regarded you with even when you were just kids.

“Where should we talk?” You asked.

His eyes glanced over to his own door. “My place?” He offered quietly. “I have unpacking to do.”

You stared at him silently. And then you nodded with an excited smile. “I can help.”

“Oh no,” He laughed softly. “You don’t have to. I’m fine on my–”

“You don’t look fine,” You interrupted. And without thinking, your hand came up to cup his cheek, turning him to face you. “You look tired.”

He stared at you wordlessly before sighing. “I guess I am.”

“So let me help.” You grinned. “I’m using my vacation days from work right now anyway.”

He could only mutter a shy “okay” as he opened the door for you to enter. Looking around, you found that the only things that he had unpacked lacked much of any personality. He took out the necessities and a bunch of… work. Papers, a computer, work suits and the like.

“You seem busy,” You remarked as you walked over to the box labeled “decorations” only for there to literally be one single plant that looked like it needed to be watered. In fact, it was on the brink of death. Immediately, your face was contorting in worry and you turned to where he was just standing at the entrance with an embarrassed expression. “What… happened to your initial dream?”

He approached you and peered into the box. “What dream?”

“The one where you wanted to have a place full of pretty plants.”

“Yeah well,” He laughed bitterly. “Circumstances change aspirations.”

You gulped nervously at his change of tone. Something was bothering him. Something, in particular, caused him to move here. You led him to the couch and sat next to him.

“So what is it? Why did you cut everyone off and– disappear?” You asked cautiously.

He looked at you for a long minute like he was trying to figure out a response for himself. And finally, he just sighed in defeat.

“Problems.”

“Like what?” You prodded.

“A lot. And I wouldn’t want to lay them all on you.” He gave you a weak smile. You regarded him with a soft look in your eyes, searching his face for any sort of answer. All you could see was a flame that had long been put out.

“Then tell me one.”

“One?” He bit his lip nervously. “One…”

“Just one,” You said gently.

“Like the one where the place I used to work at didn’t treat me right? That they refused to give me anything?” He mumbled, his voice trailing off with embarrassment. “So I moved here so that I could get away? That one?”

You froze at his words. You processed them and that was when it began to make sense. He wasn’t going to work yesterday. He was going to an interview. His computer was open to job openings and the papers weren’t reports. They were resumes.

“Hyunjae,” You whispered. But he was already distancing himself, standing up from the couch. You gazed at him with concern as you stood up, only for him to take a step backward.

“Why are you…” You frowned. “It’s okay, you know. Did you think I would look at you any differently?”

His jaw clenched. “Well, I did cut you off because I didn’t want to worry you. You always told me I would be successful, the best. So how exactly could I face you after they…”

“That’s not your fault. And I’m sorry for putting that on you,” You mustered, stepping closer. This time, he didn’t step away. He allowed you to do anything. He let you trail a hand down to his wrist, holding it gently. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me more. I’m sorry.”

He watched you with slight surprise, and with his lips pulled into a straight line, he whispered a small, “I should be the one who’s sorry.”

You shook your head with a smile. “Don’t be.”

He stayed silent at that, simply studying your features. You could tell he still wanted to apologize. But then the corner of his lips lifted slightly. “You grew up.” His tone was gentle, so kind, just like you’ve always known. It was a little quieter than before though, more closed off as if he was afraid–scared of what you would think of him.

You laughed bashfully. “And so did you.” Your hand trailed up to his shoulder. “Did you start working out?”

He smirked. “Why, do you like my progress?”

You snorted. “Could improve.”

He scoffed yet he only looked at you with fondness. The two of you simply stood there, in the midst of his empty apartment, just staring at each other. And then you giggled. He laughed as well before reaching forward and pulling you into his arms, squeezing you so tight that you felt the air leave your lungs.

“Ah–” You choked. “Hyunjae. You’re killing me.”

“I’m showing you my newfound strength,” He joked, stepping away. You were about to refute but instead, you felt your gaze wandering to his arms. Since when were they so toned and–

“Very funny,” You weakly replied. Escaping from his persisting soft gaze, you stepped away and approached the various boxes. “What can I help you with?”

Hyunjae didn’t have much. Apparently, all those large boxes contained about three small things.

“I overestimated,” He replied with a sheepish smile when you asked.

Most of his things were put away yet when you looked around, the apartment was void of any joy or charm. The only boxes that were left were his clothes which he claimed he could do another day. After putting away his single cup and plate–that’s all he had apparently–you turned around only to see that he was crouched, bending towards that same plant that you pointed out. Its leaves were drooping and the stem wilting, as his fingers gently prodded at it. When you looked closely, you could see a melancholy look on his face, a small frown tugging on his lips.

It was true, that Hyunjae had many dreams when he was younger. That was normal for many people. But to witness it all dissipate before your sight, no sign of light behind his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel your heart clench.

Walking over, you crouched down next to him. He gave you a forced smile.

“Kind of sad,” He remarked with a disappointed sigh. “I bought it only for me to fail to take care of it.”

“You can always buy another one.”

“Mhm,” He hummed dully. “Sure.”

You watched him wordlessly, observing the way his gaze fell when one of the leaves broke off. Shaking your head, you suddenly stood up.

“Let’s go out.”

He looked up at you in surprise. “What?”

“I’ll be your tour guide of the town,” You joked. “I know everything.”

Standing up with you, he stole a glance at his phone. “I can’t.”

“Why?” You pouted.

“I’m waiting for my result from the interview.”

You sighed and took his wrist in yours, pulling him to the door. “You need to get your mind off that for a second.”

“But–”

“Please?” You looked up at him, even batting your eyelashes. “Just for a moment?” You also exaggerated a pout.

He blinked in shock, his eyes trailing over your expression. “What are you doing?”

“Making you feel bad. Is it working?” You held back a grin.

He huffed out a laugh. “Definitely. Fine, just for a moment.”

You grinned and you were already pulling on your shoes and bounding out the door, leaving Hyunjae to smile to himself.

“This is a convenience store.” You pointed at it with a bright smile.

He rolled his eyes. “I know what a convenience store is.”

You laughed and led him to the next block before abruptly stopping. “This is the karaoke bar,” You said, pointing at the nearby building.

“Fun,” He muttered.

“We should go one day.” You smiled. “Actually no.” You scowled. “I got drunk there once and I think they banned me because I was dancing on the tables.”

Hyunjae turned to you in slight shock. “You? Drunk?”

“What?” You widened your eyes in surprise. “What is it?”

“I just… you always said that you hated the taste of alcohol,” He replied in wonder.

“Times change.” You grinned, nudging his shoulder. He gave you a small smile back.

Then, you led him to your favorite spot. The central park in the middle of town. It was a beautiful day out, the sky bright and blue. You loved to sit at one of the benches, watching birds fly by or kids play happily on the playground.

“Wait here.” You patted the seat. And then you were running off, nowhere to be seen. Hyunjae simply sat there, observing the calm atmosphere. When you came back, you were holding a stick of cotton candy in your hand. It was large, almost covering your whole face. Hyunjae chuckled, taking it from you so you wouldn’t trip on the ground.

“Aren’t we too old for this?” He questioned.

You shook your head. “I still love it.”

He took a bite and turned to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. “It’s so sweet.”

“That’s why it’s good!” You stared at him like he was the craziest man alive.

“It’s because you’ve always had a sweet tooth.” He frowned, gently placing it back in your hands.

“Fine,” You scoffed. “If that’s how you treat your best friend.” And you were taking a bite on the opposite side. When you pulled it away from your face, you were startled by a loud laugh. From Hyunjae, specifically. Turning to him with wide eyes, you could even see him smiling.

It was not like the other smiles that you’ve seen so far. Those ones were small, lacking much of any emotion. But this one was wide, full with amusement and happiness.

“Wha– oh,” You huffed, realizing that there was cotton candy on your nose. Hyunjae laughed even louder and suddenly he was leaning in to gently wipe it off with his finger.

“Cutie,” He whispered fondly, his other hand gently cupping the side of your face.

Your heart stuttered at the word. “Wh-what?”

He gulped, pulling away like he was burned. “Oh, I…”

You quickly recovered, instead scooching even closer to him so that your shoulders were touching. “You think I’m cute? Even when I’m all grown up?”

“Always.”

“I missed your smile,” You stated as the two of you were walking back to the apartment complex.

You had expected him to point out that he had smiled other times before. But instead, he gazed at you with soft eyes.

“I did too. It’s been a while since I’ve felt so happy,” He said. “All thanks to you.”

“Of course!” You beamed, looping an arm with his before pulling him closer. “You can always count on me.”

He didn’t respond this time. But his expression said it all. Thank you, thank you, thank you, was all you could see in his dark brown eyes. Smiling, you bumped your body playfully against his.

“Are you busy tomorrow?” You asked.

Again, you found yourself in his apartment the next day. Apparently, he had just gotten back from running and he needed to take a shower. So, you were looking through his boxes full of clothes. You sorted through them, folding them until you came across a hoodie. You didn’t recognize it, but the fabric of it was so… soft and warm. Your hands held onto it, contemplating what it would feel like if you just–

The door to the bathroom creaked open. You gasped and shoved it behind you, greatly hoping that he didn’t notice you staring at it longingly. But alas, you just had to have slow reflexes at this moment.

“Do you like it?” He asked. “Put it on.”

You laughed awkwardly, turning to face him, only for your protests to come stuttering to a stop. Your eyes trailed down from his damp hair to his… whole torso. His bare torso. He was shirtless. Right out of the shower, water droplets sitting prettily on his collarbones, traveling all the way down to his chest and his– he definitely works out.

“Oh,” You breathed out, your cheeks flushing red as you frantically looked away. This was not how you expected to reunite with your best friend after so long.

“Sorry,” He replied, his voice low. “My shirt’s in there.”

You nodded, refusing to look up. It was quiet for a moment, too quiet that you contemplated just shoving his clothes into his hands while dutifully avoiding the sight of his bare chest.

But then he was right beside you and he smelled so, so good as he leaned over you, his hand gently grasping your waist. To take a shirt. Very unnecessary but it still left you inhaling sharply. Feeling yourself go dizzy as you stood there, eyes trained on the ground, and every single muscle in all of human anatomy completely rigid until you were sure he was properly dressed.

Taking a peek, you were met with his teasing smile.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes,” You mustered.

“You were staring weren’t you?” He leaned even closer, his eyes searching yours with amusement. His hand gently lifted your chin up, making you swallow thickly at the way he was gazing at you with a small smirk.

“I wasn’t,” You whispered shakily.

“Hm,” He hummed. “You look a little flushed though.”

“It was nothing,” You shoved him away, feeling like your face was on fire. “You shouldn’t just walk around like that. It’s…”

“Mhm.” He only continued to smile wider. “Whatever you say.”

You groaned, abruptly turning away to hide your reddening cheeks. But then your eyes landed back on that same hoodie.

“I know that look on your face,” He teased, picking it up. “You like it.”

“I don’t.”

“Okay,” He simply replied, shrugging and turning around. You were just about to question his suspiciously short response when out of nowhere, he whipped back around and pulled the hoodie over you. Immediately, you were encompassed in warmth and– did he always smell this good? And why was he staring at you so softly with that stupid fond smile and why was your heart beating a mile a minute and–

“Hyunjae,” You groaned. “What was that for?”

But he stayed silent, simply examining you wearing his clothes. You tilted your head.

“Do I look good?”

His breath hitched and now it was him with reddening cheeks as he backed away. You stifled a laugh as you stepped forward, cornering him against the edge of the kitchen counter.

“And I know that look on your face,” You teased back. “You like it.”

His eyes fluttered, almost like he was fighting the urge to look over your body once again. He inhaled deeply and then he straightened, leaning over you this time. With a subtle smile, he whispered something that left shivers down your spine.

“I love it.”

Oh my god. You treaded backwards, suddenly feeling conscious of everything. His eyes on you–all over you–the way the shirt clung to his body, the rushing thought of the fact that you saw him without it on just a few minutes ago–everything came over you like a bucket of ice water.

“I–” With wide eyes, he only continued to approach you, the scent of his shampoo overcoming you quickly. You couldn’t come up with a comeback anymore. At first, you thought that this was just friendly banter, the type that you guys would do in the school cafeteria. But this–this was something different. With the way he was looking at you with darkening eyes, you weren’t quite sure this was that “friendly banter” thing anymore.

“Shut up,” You blurted out as you pulled the hoodie off you and thrust it into his chest.

“Why?” He grinned. “I like this game.”

You raised your eyebrows. “What game is this exactly?”

“The game of making the other person flustered.”

You stood there for a moment, thinking. You couldn’t quite come up with a verbal comeback. So you could instead…

Taking a step forward, you hooked a hand around the back of his neck, letting your touch linger there for a moment. A stuttering breath was caught thickly in his throat as he looked down at you in bafflement.

And then you let your fingertips trail around, down his neck, across his collarbone, slightly pulling down the hem of his shirt and stopping just at his chest where you could feel his heart thump erratically.

Your trace on his skin left sparks flying in your heart and when you had looked up, you knew that Hyunjae was experiencing the same thing.

He was looking down at you, completely speechless and his eyes round in shock. You smiled in triumph, leaning close to one of his reddening ears.

“Then I win.”

And you were heading for the door. But just as you turned around, you could see Hyunjae who was still leaning against the counter, cheeks now red as he stared down at the ground. You giggled, closing the door behind you.

The next time you saw Hyunjae, unsurprisingly, he looked exhausted again. In fact, he didn’t even recognize you at first with how he was gazing off into space rather than unlocking his own door.

“Come over tonight,” You offered.

He raised an eyebrow. “To do what?”

You choked. “Not that. Movie night!” You winked, patting his shoulder before leaving for the grocery store. You made sure to mentally add popcorn to your list.

And so, when it was pitch dark at night, you had opened your door to Hyunjae, fidgeting nervously at the entrance. You laughed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in.

“Don’t be nervous.” You grinned. “It’s just me.”

As you set up the movie, you couldn’t help but notice Hyunjae looking around your apartment. He seemed to be taking in all of your decorations, and the fact that you had more than one cup and plate. You smiled.

“We can go shopping if you want,” You spoke up. “For your apartment.”

He glanced at you in shock. But he eventually nodded with a small smile, that same one you noticed that he often forced when he was tired and down.

Now sitting on the couch, side-by-side but never quite touching, the two of you watched a movie. It was a comfortable silence and whenever you would glance at Hyunjae, he would notice and turn his attention back to you. And every time you would make eye contact, you made sure to give him a bright smile, one that showed him that “I’m always here for you.”

"Staring?" He teased.

"In fact I am," You replied. "Forget the movie, you're the award-winning feature."

He laughed again. The same bright one at the park.

"I didn't take you to be such a flirter," He remarked.

"I'm not," You refuted. "You really are amazing."

He gave you a smile that wasn't so convincing. "If you say so."

Near the resolution of the film, you found yourself scooching over to him, letting your shoulders touch. But that wasn’t exactly enough, so you lifted his arm so that you could rest your head on his chest, his body warmth easily spreading to yours.

“What are you doing?” He muttered.

For a second, you thought he might actually be annoyed. But, when you looked up, you could see his softening eyes and the slight blush on his cheeks. You huffed in amusement and you only persisted, snuggling close to his chest. Eventually, he gave up on the whole tough act and he let his arm wrap around you, rubbing your arm in up-and-down motions.

You didn’t notice that you had fallen asleep.

Though you did briefly remember two… moments. One of them was him cautiously bringing you to your bed. The other being a warm hand softly caressing your cheek.

You woke up alone. Good! Who else did you expect? Rubbing your eyes, there was a constant sound ringing in your ears. The doorbell, you groaned. Stumbling to the door, you were hoping maybe… Hyunjae? But instead, it was your landlord. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern.

She sighed, shaking her head.

“Bad news.”

When it was Hyunjae this time who had invited you over, you were pleasantly surprised. Opening the door, you could see him sitting at the table, staring intently at his computer.

Tilting your head, you were about to ask what he was looking at. But then he suddenly jumped up, the chair almost falling over. There was a bright smile on his face as he rushed over to you.

“Hyunjae?” You looked at him in confusion.

“I got the job,” He exclaimed. “I got it.”

“You did?” You gasped. “That’s so– that’s amazing! Congratul–” You inhaled sharply when you felt two hands grasp onto your waist. And suddenly, your whole world shifted once you realized that he was literally picking you up and twirling you around. You laughed shyly as you allowed him to, watching fondly at the way he smiled so, so freely.

Once he had slowed down, there was an impending thought in the back of your mind that appeared from all of the adrenaline. He could put you down and you could lean in and maybe… maybe– press your lips to his as an extra cheer. Mentally slapping yourself, you felt your cheeks grow hot. Again, what were you thinking?

His hands were still on your waist, the both of you out of breath. You smiled, giggling softly. He smiled back, his eyes bright and sparkling.

“I’m proud of you,” You finally said.

“It’s all thanks to you,” He replied.

“Hm, well,” You huffed. “Guess who lost their apartment.”

He gaped at you. “What?”

“Not permanently,” You groaned. “But there’s been a technical problem that has to be investigated and fixed. So I can’t stay there for the meantime.”

He looked at you, deep in thought. And then his hands tightened on your waist. “Then stay here with me.”

Now it was your turn to gawk at him. “What?”

“Please.” He smiled. “I owe you.”

You blushed. “I didn’t do much.”

“You did.” He walked forward, nearly caging you against the wall. “Everything. You’ve helped me get this job.” Another step forward. “I’m indebted to you.”

“H-hyunjae,” You stuttered, trying your best to avoid stealing a glance at his lips.

“Just temporarily.”

You made a mental pro and con list. Pros–He was your childhood best friend meaning that he knew you best. Cons–what if things changed? What if you… fell? And you didn’t mean physically.

With a hesitant sigh in defeat, you responded quietly.

“Temporarily.”

When you and Hyunjae had art class together, you learned a little bit more about him. He was always the one who enjoyed the sketching, the outlining with the black pen, and shading in grey. You, on the other hand, were the one who would color in between those lines with vibrant colors, brightening the picture into something truly complete.

That was how you complimented each other. People often painted him out to be cold and blunt, but you always saw past that. It was always you who thought that he was the sweetest person you’ve ever met–the one who took care of you when you were sick and who pulled you away from passing cars.

Just like one of those art projects, you began to liven up his apartment with your own things. Of course, you didn’t bring everything, but the simple pieces of your toothbrush next to his and your coat hung up on the rack, were enough to make the puzzle feel just complete.

Soon enough, the evening came which brought the dilemma of where you would sleep.

“The couch,” Hyunjae spoke up, walking out of the bathroom again, with damp hair. But at least he was fully clothed this time. Still, that vision was practically ingrained into your mind.

“You’re right.” You nodded in agreement. “I’ll–”

“Not you,” He huffed. “Me.”

“Oh,” You breathed out. Abruptly you stood up in defiance. “No!” You blurted out. “That’s rude.”

He looked at you entirely unimpressed. “I’m being a good host. A gentleman.”

“Exactly.” You scowled. “You’re going to make me feel like I’m intruding. And look who invited me in the first place?”

He sighed, glancing at the bedroom door. “There’s only one bed.”

“Then we’ll share,” You replied, completely sure of yourself. Hyunjae didn’t respond so you lifted your chin high and walked past him and into the bedroom as odd as it may sound. However, in the corner of your eye, you could see that his ears were slightly red.

You may have underestimated the sheer awkwardness. Just a bit. Maybe a lot.

The two of you stood on either side of the bed, facing each other, contemplating the fact that this would be the first time you would be sleeping together. Actually, it wasn’t really awkward per se. It was more… hilarious. You pursed your lips, trying to stifle your laughter, while Hyunjae’s cheeks were puffed out in embarrassment.

Again, as the bolder one, you climbed under the sheets first. Still, Hyunjae was just standing, hesitating. You squinted up at him through the darkness.

Even under the dim lighting, you could see that his cheeks were incredibly flushed.

“I think I’ll just go back to the–” He couldn’t even finish his sentence because you were grabbing onto his hand and pulling him down into bed. He didn’t really protest though as you could sense him slowly melting into the warmth of it.

The lamp was off now and you were both succumbed to darkness. It was silent, only the sound of Hyunjae’s calm breathing. You weren’t exactly tired right now. You knew that it would take you a while to fall asleep. But that was fine! You would just wait until he fell asleep first.

Except, when you turned on your side to face him, you could see him staring back, big, round doe eyes on you. So, scratch that. And now you were cold which you weren’t used to. Your apartment was usually the perfect temperature, but this one left you shivering all over.

Unconsciously, you began to shift closer to his body. He’s always been the warm one. That used to be your strategy to not freeze to death when the two of you would walk down the winter festival together.

Suddenly though, you felt an arm across your waist and steady breathing on the side of your neck.

“Hm?” You hummed in confusion, wondering if the chest against your shoulder was just a hallucination.

But then he replied in a quiet, lower voice.

“Is this okay?” He whispered.

Oh, this was more than okay. You were familiar with his embrace. But to feel it just moments before you fell asleep brought a sudden bout of tranquility.

“Perfect.” You smiled to yourself, curling up to his body in which he held you closer in response. It was warm, comforting, just perfect. It didn’t take you a while to fall asleep anymore.

When you awoke, you were slightly—no, very confused about why it was still dark out. You were pretty sure the room should be bright with natural light from the sun. Or maybe you’ve just gone crazy. But that was when you glanced at the time. It was still the middle of the night.

When you turned to your side, that was also when you realized that it was Hyunjae who had woken you up. Unknowingly at that. His arm was still around your waist but this time, his hold was almost painfully tight. If you looked closely, you could see that his eyes were screwed shut, his eyebrows twitching with small stuttering breaths escaping him.

But, you’ve always heard the saying that you weren’t supposed to wake someone up from a nightmare. So you hesitated, keeping your hands close to yourself, worriedly watching. At some point, he jolted awake by himself.

Now, his breathing was even faster and he had shot up, looking around frantically. Blinking your eyes sleepily, you turned on the nearby light and sat up with him.

“Hyunjae?” You whispered, looking him over in concern.

He turned to you in a growing distraught state and he widened his eyes. “Are you–”

“It’s just me,” You muttered. “Bad dream?”

Hyunjae froze for a moment but he slowly nodded. And usually, it was you who initiated the hugs. But this time, he was the one who lunged forward, holding you close to his chest. His hands grasped onto you tightly as he buried his nose into your neck.

With the way he was holding you so tightly, so… desperately, you wondered if this had happened before. But still, you allowed him to just hold you close, your own arms coming around to gently pat his back.

You didn’t know when, but he eventually pulled away. He refused to look you in the eye and so you brought a gentle hand to the side of his face, coaxing him to face you.

“How long has this been going on for?” You frowned.

He shut his eyes. “A while.”

Your heart clenched at his quiet response. For the past few days, you had thought he was feeling better, less exhausted. But behind the bedroom door, it must be different.

“Do you… want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know…” He trailed off.

“You don’t have to tell me–”

“...what they’re about.”

“Oh,” You breathed. “The nightmares?”

He nodded with tired eyes. “But while I was gone–away from you–people I’ve loved, everything I’ve cherished seemed to disappear before my eyes. It wasn’t just work it was… a lot.” His voice was quiet, hard to hear but it was loud enough that you could hear each and every heart-twisting emotion.

You stayed silent, your hand finding his to stroke the back of it soothingly.

“I felt hopeless.” He frowned. “I guess those nightmares felt like I was reliving that all over again.”

He didn’t say anything after that. You watched him cautiously, wondering what exactly to do. But then you felt his hand tighten on yours slightly and that was your cue to shift even closer.

He glanced at you with an ashamed expression that only made the pit in your stomach drop even more. Slowly, slow enough so that he could back away if he wanted to, you wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close against you. Almost instantly, he was breathing out a low sigh of relief as he nuzzled even further into your embrace.

“You’re not alone anymore,” You whispered. “And… thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”

He didn’t say anything, but when he held you back, it was a perfect answer. The two of you stayed like that, in the dead of night, just holding each other until you began to feel drowsy from his warmth. It wasn’t the first time that you’ve done so. The only difference was that it was always you who needed that extra piece of comfort. It was never Hyunjae. Seeing him open up was different but something that you were most grateful for.

“I never replied to you the day we met in the hallway,” He spoke, interrupting your thoughts.

You pondered for a moment, recalling the memory. “When I said that I missed you?”

He nodded. “I didn’t reply because I was afraid you would still be mad at me for leaving you so abruptly.”

You smiled softly and shook your head, your hand coming up to the back of his head to stroke his hair soothingly. His eyes widened slightly in shock but he quickly melted into your touch. “I was angry at first.”

He laughed quietly, though his voice was watery with unfallen tears.

“But now I’m not,” You whispered. “I promise. I’m just happy to see you again.”

He pulled away to look up at you, searching your face to make sure that you were telling the truth. When you only gazed back with utmost sincerity, he let a small smile tug on his lips.

“I missed you,” He had finally replied, answering your statement from before. “More than you know. It was hard without you.”

Your gaze softened once you noticed the sparkle of a few tears in his eyes and when he blinked, your sleeve was immediately coming up to pat his cheek, drying the ones that had broken free.

“I missed you too,” You responded and gently, you were pulling him back into bed. And this time, without hesitation, he was hooking both of his arms around you, tightening you into his chest.

“...so much,” He muttered sleepily. “I missed you so much.”

“You have me now.”

“Always.” And you felt his hand grasp yours, guiding it to where his heart was, thumping in a soothing rhythm. “In here.”

You were the first one to wake up. It seemed that Hyunjae’s nightmare and tears had left him too exhausted to even notice you unwrapping yourself from his protective embrace. And so, you took it as your duty to cook something decent for him to wake up to.

Except maybe Hyunjae did notice because he opened the door shortly after. You probably should have placed a pillow in his arms before you left. He walked out and you had to stop yourself from cooing because that would be a little bit… weird. But you couldn’t help it because the sight of his hair tousled and messy, his eyes barely opened and puffy from the tears, and his lips pouted adorably, left you smiling with endearment.

“Morning sleepyhead.” You grinned, turning the stove on.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he shuffled over to where you were standing behind the kitchen counter.

You tilted your head in amusement, wondering how he managed to navigate with his eyes barely open. “Are you feeling better?”

Again, still no response. You watched as he circled the counter, positioning himself behind you. And then you gasped quietly once you registered the strong arms that enveloped your waist, pulling you into a warm hug, your back now pressed up against his chest. You could even feel his nose nuzzling into the back of your neck, breathing deeply.

You simply just froze, unable to do anything. Once you realized he wasn’t going to move anytime soon, you turned the stove off and simply allowed him to hug you to his heart’s content. He let out a sleepy hum. Or was it a whine?

“You’re clingy in the morning,” You mused.

“Mhm.” Even his morning voice was cute.

And when you said sleepy, you meant it. Literally–you were pretty sure he fell asleep while back-hugging you in the middle of the kitchen. You practically had to hold on to the counter to brace his weight and when you stole a glance over your shoulder, you had to stifle a laugh. His cheek was smushed into your shoulder and his eyes shut in content.

“O–kay,” You heaved, forcing your body to turn around. And still, he would have almost collapsed into you if you hadn’t planted your hands on his shoulders to hold him up. His head lolled to the side as he peeked an eye open to look at you drowsily.

You chuckled and your hand came up to his hair to ruffle it. Immediately, he was leaning into your touch and when your hand traveled down to cup his cheek, he was nuzzling into it like a puppy.

“I missed you,” He slurred, his voice huskier than usual.

“Mm, you said that already,” You hummed teasingly, a smile threatening to spread across your lips. “Hyunjae.”

“Hm?” He smiled lazily.

“You’re acting drunk and it’s like–” You glanced at the clock. “Seven in the morning.”

“And what about it? I missed you,” He grumbled, an adorable frown on his lips.

“Ah,” You sighed, shaking your head. “Go splash water on your face, you dummy. Then you’ll wake up properly.”

He still didn’t budge. And so, using every single ounce of your strength, you had to carry him all the way to the bathroom as he was still clinging onto you like a koala.

After a few minutes, with the sound of the bathroom sink splashing in the background, you finally managed to start cooking something. But then the door clicked open and you looked up. Hyunjae, his eyes finally open, was blushing so hard that you couldn’t even conceal your laugh anymore.

“Missed me?” You remarked.

He winced in response, his cheeks continuing to flame red.

“I don’t know what got into me,” He muttered, refusing to look you in the eye.

You beckoned him over and he finally looked up at you shyly.

“It was cute,” You teased. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”

“And what else?” He quickly recovered.

Your breath hitched. Ah, you thought. There he was. The usual Hyunjae when he was fully awake. The one who loved to tease you until you were blushing and hiding your face.

“Don’t do this again,” You groaned.

“Do what?”

“That.”

“You’ll have to elaborate on that, sweetheart.”

You raised an eyebrow at the nickname, completely unfazed. But when your eyes traveled down, that was when you realized just how close he was. He continued to lean forward until he was caging you against the counter, both of his hands on either side of you. It wasn’t the flirting that got you, it was his body encompassing you so, so effortlessly, making you feel smaller than you really were.

He chuckled. “Cat got your tongue?”

Oh, this is definitely how best friends act. You were one hundred percent sure about that.

He smirked, tilting his chin down, as his hand traveled from the edge of the counter down to your hip.

Fifty percent.

His eyes wandering elsewhere–somewhere along the lines of your lips.

One percent.

“The breakfast is going to burn,” You stuttered.

He simply licked his lips, his gaze fixated on yours.

“I can always try something else.”

You were screwed.

The first day of Hyunjae’s new job was the very last day of your brief vacation from work. With a sigh, you scrolled through the shows and movies, only for you to ultimately turn off the TV in boredom. You weren’t going to beat around the bush and refuse to admit that you felt lonely without him. Of course, you saw him in the morning, already dressed in a suit (that fit amazingly on him, dare you add), but it was only for a short moment.

He still had nightmares but they were becoming less and less frequent. Sometimes, when they happened, you would just pull him closer and he would immediately relax with a small sigh, almost like you had the superpower to eliminate his night terrors.

And sleeping together never was awkward again. In fact, you adequately enjoyed it–his arms around you and vice versa. Did best friends regularly cuddle at night and gaze at each other for so long that your heartbeat started to speed up? That… you weren’t quite sure about.

Yawning, you found yourself lying down, spreading across the couch. You didn’t even do much today yet your eyes still threatened to shut close.

At some point, you blinked your eyelids open once you heard the door unlocking. Sitting up, you smiled softly at the sight of Hyunjae opening the door. His tie was already loose and his hair was blown up from the wind. Squinting your eyes, you then noticed that he was practically stumbling into the entrance, almost like all of his coordination had dissipated.

His eyes were droopy and his lips pouted from what you would guess to be exhaustion. Everyone’s first day of work was like that. You watched as he set down his work bag and walked over to you, very… very slowly.

“How was work?” You questioned, looking up at him.

And just like last time, he didn’t respond. Silently, he leaned forward and literally–very literally–laid on top of you. His body weight pulled you back down to lie on the couch and his arms were snaking around you as his legs tangled with yours. Speechless, you felt as he nuzzled back into your neck, just like he’s begun to do so often now.

“You look gorgeous today,” He whispered, his voice very oddly slurred.

Your breath hitched. “Are you drunk?”

He looked up at that and you practically choked on air once you realized how close his face was to yours. And then he smiled languidly and shook his head.

“Are you sure?” You searched him for any sign–red cheeks, the scent of the alcoholic drink–yet you couldn’t find any.

“I’m just tired,” He mumbled, planting his face back into the crook of your neck.

“Okay,” You laughed. Gently, your hand came up to his broad back to rub it in circles, the material of the suit rough and honestly quite unsatisfying. But still, you persisted once you felt his tense muscles slowly soften. Slowly though, you came to a stop. “Hyunjae.”

“Hm?” He hummed.

“You need to take a shower,” You huffed. “C’mon.” With all of your power, you pushed him up and off you. Again, his head tilted to the side with a tired smile. You laughed and shoved him until he finally obliged and went off to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, you were left there, contemplating his strange behavior. He never acted this clingy before. Not even for the years that you’ve known him. It was only after that particular night that he started to… do this.

When he was done showering, he stepped out. You had hoped that he would be more awake now, but it seemed he was even drowsier than before–too tired to even dry his own hair. With a click of your tongue, you motioned him over to sit down. Like a puppy, his eyes brightened at the sight of you as he obediently followed.

“You’ll catch a cold,” You ridiculed with a worried frown.

After finding a towel, you stepped in between his legs. Carefully, you began to dry his damp hair, marveling at the way his hair curled up after a shower. You rubbed his scalp, making your way around and behind his ears. When you peeked at his expression, you stifled a laugh at the way he basically fell asleep under your touch.

Once you deemed his hair dry enough, you were about to walk away but instead, he abruptly stood up, swaying slightly. And then he fell forward, pulling you into a warm embrace.

You smiled fondly. “Tired?”

It seems that when Hyunjae was tired, he never answered any of your questions, funnily enough. A lot of his answers were just “I missed you” or a small hum. But this… this answer was different. It was spoken so quietly, so softly yet it perfectly resonated through your ears.

“I love you.”

Before you could even say anything or really do anything, he was reluctantly pulling away and heading to the bedroom. Your lips parted as your eyes fixated on absolutely nothing. Just– space. Your whole body had gone rigid as you simply stood there, processing his words. You couldn’t even blink.

Best friends… say that too, don’t they?

It started to become a pattern for the whole first week of his new job. When he was actually fully awake, he told you that the work was demanding yet he never looked so happy and content. Sometimes, you wondered what his past work was like, but you never prodded.

But, because the work was just so demanding, every single day, from Monday to Friday, he came home exhausted. And any person would expect him to just head straight for bed. But like you said, it was a pattern, a usual thing, that he would cling on to you. Apparently, something had shifted in him. Originally, when you saw him exhausted, he would become closed off. But after… that night, he acted almost intoxicated. Not on a drink. But simply off being tired.

You found it endearing actually. His voice was always quieter and he often stumbled over his words this way. His eyes were dazed and soft on yours and he also became ten times heavier as he liked to lay all of his weight on you when he pulled you into a hug. He constantly just seemed to be in a completely different mindset–one that was very… loving and… yeah– different.

He liked to say things too. Slurred and quiet, but he still very clearly said them. You could never figure out if he meant them or if he was just tired and rambling things for the fun of it.

He said “I misssed you” a lot. Occasionally, he would blurt out that you looked pretty or beautiful. Or, it would be a small “hi” accompanied by a shy smile. Sometimes, if he was too tired to say much, he would just giggle over nothing in particular. But… there was one specific phrase that he would say out of the blue.

“I love you.”

That one always left you perplexed. It could be a… platonic thing to say, right? Where did the word “love” come from? You didn’t think much of it, but you couldn’t help but feel some sort of spark of light in the very depths of your heart.

It was weird, really. An out-of-this-world, alien-like thing for a best friend to say. The words I, love, and you arranged in that particular order were never syllables Hyunjae ever let fall from his lips. He never spent any particular ounce of breath to say them.

Yet now he did.

For some odd reason.

But again, he was just tired. Surely.

And just like before, the pattern started all over again. The week was coming to a close so maybe you wouldn’t hear those words again after this. But you didn’t really mind altogether. With a tired sigh, you walked out of the room, now changed out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable.

Right on cue, the main door was unlocking, and once again, the pattern began to unweave itself. He would walk in, with the occasional misstep and stumble. And like usual, he looked tired. Though, you envied his ability to still look… attractive. And then he would look up, search for a particular someone, and do that stupidly lazy smile–the one where his eyes weren’t focused on anything but you.

“What are you doing here?” He giggled–he giggled now, apparently.

You eyed him, completely apathetic. “You let me stay here temporarily, remember?”

He blinked at you with an adorable pout. And then he nodded. “You’re right.” He smiled. “Aren’t you smart?” He pinched your cheek.

Scowling, you wrestled his hands off. And for the first time this week, you finally decided to question his bizarre behavior.

“Why are you acting like this?” You whined, holding him up by his arms so he wouldn’t fall over you like he had done the day before.

“Because I missed you,” He grumbled, his eyes struggling to stay open. “Now let me–”

“Agh,” You groaned. But still, your hands fell to your sides as you let him wrap his arms around your torso, bringing you close to his chest. Whatever made him happy, was your motive. And totally not, I secretly enjoy this.

It was quiet for a few moments, just the sound of his slow breathing against your earlobe. For a minute, you worried that he had fallen asleep already, but he spoke again.

“Have I mentioned how uncomfortable this suit is?” He mumbled. “It’s very hot and–”

You didn’t even say anything. With a sigh–one that wasn’t particularly annoyed, but more… doting–you stepped away. He stared at you in both drowsiness and slight confusion, but his eyes slowly widened once he realized that you were taking off the jacket for him. Gently, you pulled it off his shoulders and down his arms, your eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration.

He was quiet, simply watching as your fingers grasped his tie, unloosening it with a sharp pull, causing him to lurch forward, his lips startlingly close to yours.

“Interesting,” He teasingly remarked, but his voice was still slurred.

“Shut up,” You snapped yet there was no malice behind your tone.

Your hands then came up to his collar, unbuttoning the first few buttons to reveal slightly past his collarbones which… you’ve already accidentally witnessed before. With a friendly pat on his shoulder, you deemed him undressed enough. He slowly turned his gaze to you and your breath hitched at the sight– his work attire now loose with his hair slightly messy… ah. Not to mention, his tilted head and sleepy expression that only made things worse.

Clearing your throat, feeling your cheeks burn, you scrambled off somewhere to shove a change of clothes into his hands and left abruptly, your heart thumping. Soon enough–you didn’t know when because you were busy contemplating all of your feelings and the meaning of life–he walked into the bedroom. Undoing the made bed, you motioned him to climb in. Obediently, he followed and you pulled the blankets over him.

“Y/n,” He muttered, grasping your wrist before you could walk away.

“Hm?”

“...love you,” He whispered.

Again, he was just rambling. He was just saying things. He had stumbled over his words and his voice was quiet, so that meant that he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean any of it. It was all fake–

“I love you,” He repeated—clearer, louder this time without an inch of hesitation. And this time, he was looking straight up at you, his cheeks slightly pink, flushed.

Maybe it was more real than you had thought.

The first week was over, meaning Hyunjae was more situated at work and most importantly, less exhausted. On the first day of his new, non-intoxicated-on-fatigue persona, he had simply greeted you and strolled past. You wouldn’t admit it fully to him but that simple interaction that did better fit what you guys were–best friends–left you feeling empty inside.

But it was fine. It was just a one-week thing.

Until it wasn’t.

The next day, the pattern appeared again, but it wasn’t… like before.

He was fully awake this time yet he still–

“Hyunjae?” You stammered. The arms wrapped around your waist tightened further as he stood behind you, hooking his chin over your shoulder, and breathing out a low sigh. And now that he was newly… conscious, he did more. His hands began to wander over you in soothing shapes and he pressed his chest further against your back.

“Just stay here with me.”

You could see his soft smile in the corner of your eye. With a bothered huff, you glanced back at him, only for you to inhale sharply at how close he actually was and how… nice his cologne smelt. Oh, and his hands were still wandering.

“I thought you only acted like this when you’re tired?”

He shook his head, shifting even closer, his warmth encompassing you comfortingly.

“Do you want to know something about me?”

“I know a lot about you,” You joked.

But he was quiet, a serious silence befalling the two of you. You gulped and whispered a small “what is it?”

You could hear him huff out in amusement, his hands never failing to leave your waist. “While I was away–when I was at my lowest–I thought of someone all those years.”

And for some reason, you knew exactly what the answer was.

But still, your voice tremored. “Who?”

A squeeze on your waist.

“You.”

Shutting your eyes, you breathed out a shaky sigh and looked down to where he was still hugging you from behind. Your heart was thumping and you were sure he could hear you. And even if he could make out the pounding, he never budged once. Not once did he stop tightening his arms around you and not once did he cease to bury his nose somewhere into your skin, leaving shivers down your spine.

With your heartbeat practically reaching your ears, you nudged him and turned around so that now, you were facing him. Without his dazed, sleepy look, it was just his soft eyes and the slightest tug of his lips, an endeared smile. Without his exhaustion that often left him sluggish, it was just his firm, stronger arms that held you so easily.

“Hyunjae,” You whispered.

“Sweetheart,” He replied, his voice gentle and content. And before, you wouldn’t have paid a single ounce of attention to that nickname because it just seemed like how best friends would fool around. But now… things were different and you weren’t sure how exactly. And so the name sweetheart now left your cheeks flushing.

You swallowed thickly, your breath shortening. “Do you know how much you confuse me?”

His smile only grew. “Elaborate on that.” A pause. “Sweetheart.”

You sighed, biting your lip with mortification. “That. The nickname.”

“Sweetheart? You never said you didn’t like it, I can stop if you want—“

“Don’t!” You rushed to say. You blushed more once you realized he was teasing you again, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Not just the nickname. Everything.”

“Like what?” He stepped closer if that was even possible.

You gazed up at him and you were sure you looked frustrated right now, judging by his fond smile. He always said you looked cute when mad.

“You say that you miss me all the time.”

“Because I do.” He dipped his head lower to look at you with those foolish, puppy-like eyes. “I think of you whenever I’m at work.”

“But,” You exhaled shakily. “Do you realize that you say something else?”

You were sure he wasn’t aware. He didn’t seem to be in the right state of mind whenever he was exhausted. So maybe, he would just stare at you in utter confusion, deny it, and this whole… feeling fiasco would be done and dealt with. But then—

“That I love you?”

Your lips parted in surprise and you peered up at him, wondering if he was just taking a wild guess. But no, the soft, genuine look on his face said it all.

“You… knew?” You stuttered.

“Of course I did,” He chuckled softly. “And I meant every single one.”

Eyebrows furrowing, you stepped backward from shock. As you avoided his eyes, you missed the nervousness and the unsureness that flitted across his face. But, just that one step away left chills down your body–as if being away from Hyunjae and his embrace wasn’t even natural anymore.

And so you stepped forward again. Immediately, you could hear a low sigh of relief escape Hyunjae’s lips and feel his hands snake back around your waist protectively. You weren’t sure what expression was on his face though, as you were very adamant on staring directly at his tie–his chest. You knew that he could still see your reddening cheeks, but you still preferred not to look him in the eye.

“That,” He said quietly. “You’re also quite confusing too.”

“Wh-what?”

“Stepping away and stepping back,” He spoke softly. “Looking me in the eye but refusing to when I say that I love you.” One of his hands left your waist to gently guide your chin up. “So look at me now.”

“I…” You trailed off, feeling yourself go weak just from his soft, loving gaze.

“And one more thing.” He tilted his head teasingly.

A pause. A great moment of silence.

“You don’t say it but you show it.”

“Hyunjae,” You breathed out, your heart beating like a loud, intense drum.

“I wasn’t completely unaware.” He smirked. His hand had already left your chin and found its place back to your waist, yet you found yourself staring straight into his dark eyes, stuck in a trance. “I know that you dried my hair with a towel–that you even undressed me. I know that you took care of me.”

You did do that all on your own accord, simply because you thought that you were being a perfectly good friend. But now that you thought about it–you didn’t have to. You could have easily pushed him off, and told him to do everything on his own but you didn’t. And it was all because you–

“So tell me then,” He whispered, his voice quiet–only for you to hear, almost like he wanted you all to himself. “What are we?”

You held your breath, your cheeks growing hot. Your hands rested on his chest and you could feel his heart pound, exactly like yours. He felt the same, you realized. With a shaky sigh, you gazed up at him.

“What do you want us to be?”

He hummed, a soft smile on his lips. “What do I want?”

He slightly reworded your question and you wondered why. But you nodded, your eyes studying his features. His handsome features. They were sharp when you had met him in that hallway. But his keen eyes, the angle of his eyebrows, his perpetual frown–they were just soft, soft on you. No longer was there a frown, but just an affectionate smile.

“What do you want?” You repeated his question, your voice hushed to a whisper.

He leaned in, his gaze warm and gentle, his eyes wandering over each and every detail of your face.

“I want to love you.”

You had expected to inhale sharply, gasp maybe–but no. Because everything made sense to you now. His kind words, his soft and fleeting touches across your body, it all pointed to one thing. And so, instead, you smiled shyly.

“Then love me.”

And just like that, his grip on your hips tightened and he turned you around so that your back was facing the door. He was walking you backward until you felt the hard surface against your shoulder blades and he was leaning down, close enough that if he inched further, he would be kissing you. But he didn’t–not yet.

“May I?” He muttered, looking over you with slight concern.

You nodded, embarrassingly with a bit too eagerness. He laughed softly and then he was fitting his lips against yours as your eyes fluttered closed. The press of it was gentle and tender as he tilted your chin up and angled himself so that it was more comfortable. The kiss was unlike any that you’ve experienced before. It was like the tension that had built up before had completely broken down, as you allowed yourself to just fall.

Fall, physically, almost because you felt your knees go weak, with only the door behind you to hold you up. But his hand traveled back down to your waist, hooking you in against his body, keeping you steady as he muffled a groan against your lips. You couldn’t hear anything but his breathing and the thumping of your own heart.

All you could think of was him–how he could so easily change from rough to soft, how he could push forward so quickly but pull away so easily to allow you a gasp of breath, and how he could make your heart pound yet lull it into a steady rhythm of love. He kissed like he could devour you, but if you decided to peek an eye open, you would see his adorably furrowed eyebrows and his flushed cheeks, showing that he wasn’t anything like that.

He was just a man who needed a bit of a sweetener in his life.

With a quiet noise, he pulled away. Immediately, his eyes searched over your features, making sure that you were okay and that he didn’t do too much. But, when you gave him a smile, your eyes flitting nervously, he grinned and leaned in to grant you another soft kiss.

“How long?” You laughed shyly.

“I came to the realization when you tried to cheer me up whenever I was tired. But I think I’ve already felt this way for a while.” He replied. He pinched your cheek again. “All those dates and extra care that you gave me…very cute thing to do.”

Your eyes went wide. “You… noticed?”

“I notice a lot of things, sweetheart,” He teased. “Like how you’re grabbing onto my suit to pull me into a kiss right now.”

“O-oh,” You stammered, letting go of his crumpled collar. “I didn’t realize I–”

He shook his head and before you could finish your sentence, he was cupping your cheek–something that he’s never done before–and guiding you back to his lips. And this time, his tongue swiped against your lip, making you gasp quietly.

“You taste like candy.” His gaze fixated on your lips.

“I didn’t know you could…” You had to stop for a second to catch your breath. And it wasn’t just because of his exceptional kissing, but it was the beat of your heart, of all of your love. “...you could kiss like that.”

“What can I say?” He tilted his head with a teasing look. “I guess I have a sweet tooth.”

“Trust me on this,” Younghoon whined. “I followed the instructions to the very dot. They’ll taste good. Promise.”

You eyed him skeptically but still, you picked up one of the cookies that he had baked. They looked a little… off, but it should be fine. Taking a bite, you took note of the odd texture, and then the taste started to register on your tongue.

You coughed. You choked. And then you threw the cookie back on the plate.

“Bitter,” You gagged. “It’s so bitter.”

“What?” He cried. “Are you kidding me–”

Your eyes lit up once you remembered your boyfriend who was sitting next to you on the couch. He was busy on his computer, doing some sort of work report but you ignored that, turning to him and grasping his collar tightly. You pulled him in, pressing your lips to his, causing him to let out a small “mmph” in surprise.

But almost instantly, he turned into jelly from your touch, a smile growing on his lips as his eyes fluttered close. He had tried to deepen it desperately but you pulled away shortly after, leaving him to chase after your lips adorably.

Younghoon gawked. “I’m right here.”

“So?” You shrugged, smiling innocently. “At least he tastes sweet.”

“Oh my god,” Younghoon mumbled, getting up to throw the cookies into the garbage can.

Meanwhile, Hyunjae was staring at you in a daze, his cheeks flushed. But, he quickly recovered and he was quick to pounce on you, pressing kisses all over you once Younghoon had left.

“A warning next time would be great.”

He was now hovering over you on the couch, caging you under his arms and his computer long forgotten. The position left you flushing but it was also the perfect one to knee him in the stomach.

He winced in pain. "What was that for?"

"A warning, you said," You mocked. "When literally yesterday you kissed me up against a wall in your own workplace."

"That's an exception." He smirked. "You liked it, didn't you?"

"I..." You blushed, remembering the way he had kissed you so fervently, dressed in that suit and tie, the thrill of getting caught still running through your veins. "It was alright."

"Sure, sweetheart," He whispered in a teasing tone. He looked annoying handsome like this, with that amused smile that contrasted his soft, loving gaze. "Then I'll make sure you like this one."

Oh, how you despised him.

And then his lips were on yours again, swallowing up any shy noises that threatened to escape you. But just before he did, he had whispered three quiet words against your lips.

"I love you."

And how you loved him too.

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bluerosetarot · 8 months

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Silly idea due to the fact I have the cilantro = soap gene. Expanding off this post I made yesterday. Gonna be a fluffy fun fic with a lil spice at the end.

Tags: fem!reader x Soap Mactavish, blowjobs, cunnilingus

Tagging: @tf141glory because they said they wanted a fic from that joke post

You noticed that Task Force 141 ordered a lot of takeout, though you chalked that up to the grueling work that you all did to keep the world safe. MREs were all fine and good and you noticed each of the men had their own particular food they could cook.

Soap would occasionally cook something called cock-a-leekie soup and the name of the dish never ceased to make you chuckle, much to his enjoyment. You noticed that when you laughed he would always give you a big smile, the corners of his eyes wrinkling ever so slightly.

Price was a traditional British man through and through; the man loved bangers and mash and at one point cooked it every day for a week until you got sick of it and you never saw him without a scone at tea.

You'd asked Ghost what he knew to cook one time and he shrugged, giving you an answer that avoided talking about himself like he always did. But you noticed that next weekend he was in the kitchen making a cottage pie for everyone. You'd given him a little teasing about hidden culinary skills to which he told you the very vaguest parts of his history from when he was a child; the enjoyment he got from when his mum would make this exact recipe. There was a sadness to his eyes as he changed the subject so you dropped the subject.

Gaz was the odd man out in that he didn't really know how to cook, you chalked it up to him being the youngest of the team and lacking experience in that department. But the man was amazing with chips and other friend foods which led you to your current dinner, everyone sat around a table with a big plate of curry chips.

The masala curry was on par with what you'd tried from the local shops which made Gaz's smile bright when you complimented him on it.

"Thanks, mate! Made it myself because I had a wild craving for curry chips and figured I'd share. Never made a curry before that wasn't from a jar but I think it turned out alright, yeah?"

"Yeah, not too spicy either. Y' did good on this one!" Soap was already getting a second helping.

"What, got a weak tongue, Sergeant?" Ghost had been picking at his plate idly with a book in front of him.

"Nae wha' ye tryin' ta imply wit tha', LT?" The accent was getting thick as Soap got more excitable. "I'll have ye know ma tongue is quite strong..." You could've swore he gave you a wink at that. "Just cannae stand heat s'all."

"Hmm." A grunt was the lieutenant's only reply as he spooned some green paste onto the top of his chips before offering it to you. "Chutney? Gaz made some cilantro chutney to go with th' chips. Not bad with th' curry."

Your nose crinkled up at the offering, disgust plain on your face.

"No thanks. I'm one of those genetic weirdos where I got a gene that cilantro tastes like soap."

"Aye an' how d'ye know wha' I taste like, bonnie?" Soap hadn't skipped a beat, and his words brought a flush of red to your cheeks.

"You know that is NOT what I meant!"

Soap smirked at you from across the table and took a chip from his plate, putting some chutney on it and offering it to you.

"Ye keen to find out wha' I taste like, bonnie? Here, have a sample."

You'd finished most of your plate already and figured this was as good enough of a time to excuse yourself from dinner. As you washed your plate you could hear Gaz elbowing Soap in the side with a muffled "Oi now cut that out."

Once you got back to your quarters you just laid in bed staring up at the ceiling. You'd had a crush on each of the guys for different reasons, but you wondered if Soap had noticed. Granted, he was always a flirt when the team went out for some r&r at one of the local bars, but up until now you hadn't really thought of the man as interested in you.

A knock made you look up and you heard Soap's voice from the other side of the heavy door.

"I wanted to apologise, bonnie. Ye still awake?"

"Yeah. Door's unlocked, come in."

Soap stuck his head through the door with an expression you'd never seen on his face before. He looked sheepish and truly regretful as he walked in and shut the door behind him.

"I think I might've taken it a bit far tonight, bonnie. Ye seemed upset after dinner and I wanted ta make sure ye weren't mad at me an' all tha'."

That got a small chuckle out of you and you saw his lips quirk up in the slightest of smiles.

"Nah, we're good, Soap. I'm used to your jokes just, uh, caught me off guard a bit, yeah?"

"Oh? An' how's that?"

He had walked from the door to your bed and sat down at the edge, his hand resting on your thigh reassuringly, the gentle way he touched you made you think about what it would be like to have those hands on other parts of your body.

"Ah, well..." You weren't quite sure how to begin. But you knew the man responded well to blunt talk so you took your chances. "I might actually be interested in what you taste like..."

As your words trailed off you could swear Soap's grin couldn't get any bigger.

"Issat so, bonnie? Well perhaps I'm interested on seein' what ye taste like as well."

The fact that your feelings were reciprocated for him made your heart skip a beat even as you sat there in stunned silence. He had moved a bit closer, his larger frame looming over you.

"Jus' a lil taste, aye? Yer lips, my lips, see where this all goes?"

With a silent nod you leaned in to close the gap between your lips, locking together in a slow, sensual kiss as you felt his strong arms wrap around you. The world seemed to melt away as your tongues explored each other's mouths and truly tasted one another.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity he was the first one to pull away, that smirk on his lips once again as he lightly held your chin in his hand.

"Now tha' I ken what those lips a' yours taste like... how's about we go a little lower, aye?"

His free hand slid up the back of your shirt, unclasping your bra with a practiced ease while you nodded once again. God above you were going to get drunk off this man's treatment of you and you helped him help you to get out of your shirt and bra.

Once topless he pulled back and took a long look at you, letting out an impressed whistle.

"Did nae ken you had such a good body under that uniform, bonnie."

He didn't give you time to reply before his mouth found one of your nipples, teasing and sucking the sensitive nub while his hand gently rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. Each moan that he managed to work from your lips made the hunger inside him grow and he let out a soft grown when your hands went up to his mohawk and gave it a tug.

"S-soap... I want more... I want to taste you too..."

Pulling away from your breast with an audible smacking of his lips he pressed back on your shoulders.

"Nae yet, bonnie. Dinner was nice but I want some dessert first."

As you laid back he pulled your sweatpants down and off your legs, tossing them aside to some forgotten corner of the room alongside your panties. Strong hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart so he could see your already slick cunt, ready and waiting for him. Even as much as he wanted to taste you he wanted to relish in the moment which meant kisses along your inner thighs accompanied by the occasional soft bite to the skin there that would make you whimper in need.

Finally, after he felt you'd been teased enough, he dove in for his treat. Soft lips surrounded your clit as he sucked on it gently, alternating between that and flicking against it with his tongue. Thick fingers slid inside and curled up to rub against your g-spot in time with his tongue.

With his face buried between your legs your hands desperately grabbed onto anything to give yourself leverage as you bucked your hips up against his mouth, finally settling on gripping his short hair to earn yourself another growl from him.

It didn't take him long at all to get you to the edge of climax, you could tell this man not only had experience but enjoyed the act of getting his partner off. Just as you were teetering on the edge he pulled his mouth away to look up at you as his fingers kept pumping in and out of you.

"Aye, tha's it. Good girl. Gonna cum for me, aye?"

And with that his face was back down between your legs and your vision went white as your orgasm finally hit, your moans and whines music to his ears as you rode his face through your climax. Only when the final aftershocks and twitches had worked through your system did he stop and pull away once more, wiping his mouth on his forearm.

"Now tha' I ken wha' ye taste like, bonnie, time for ye to taste me."

You watched as he took off his belt and pulled down his pants just enough to let his cock spring free. He wasn't massive but you knew that taking him in your mouth was going to be a test of your gag reflex for sure, still you matched his cocky grin with your own and crawled over to him as he lay there, idly stroking his length.

A drop of pre rolled down the head and you lapped that up first, finding that this kind of Soap had a better taste than you expected. You wanted more and soon you had your lips wrapped around his head, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth.

"Christ, bonnie!" His hands rested on the back of your head, fingers clenching as you could tell he wanted you to go further down, to go faster, but you wanted to tease him just as he'd teased you. So you took it slow, tongue gliding along every inch of his throbbing shaft until you finally made it to the base. His hips rolled up to meet your mouth and you finally decided to give him what he wanted.

Your soft mouth was already getting him on edge, though he was fighting against his climax with all his strength. When you finally started to slide up and down his length he swore inwardly that you were going to suck the soul right out of him.

It wasn't just your mouth working him at this point; one hand worked his shaft to stroke it in time with your mouth while your other hand gently massaged his massive balls. They felt pent up and twitched with his growing orgasm until finally he managed to choke out.

"B-bonnie... I'm gonna..."

He couldn't finish his words as a low growl cut his sentence short as he filled your mouth with his warm seed. Rope after rope filled your mouth and you eagerly swallowed it all, paying him back in kind for the pleasure he'd given you.

You only pulled away when he'd started to go soft, both of you breathing heavy in the dim light of your room. Those strong arms of his grabbed you suddenly and brought you up to rest your head on his chest. Soap was an affectionate lover and showed it by peppering your head and face with gentle kisses between words of praise.

"Ye did great, bonnie. So good."

Finally he laid his head back with a sigh and a soft chuckle.

"You tasted amazing, bonnie, hope I managed t' taste even half as good as the heaven between yer legs."

With a satisfied lick of your lips you nodded against his chest.

"Yeah, could get used to having you as dessert more often, Soap."

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keiaoi811 · 1 year

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Cooking your hates / Aquarium adventure

Jouno Saigiku x Reader / Tecchou Suehiro x Reader

Fluff

Drabble, headcanons? Idk how to name it

Just some short thing in subpoints

Jouno

•Jouno, our beloved mean gremlin

((ﾐ´ω`ﾐ)), i kinda love the headcanons about him being good in kitchen [while me, the best i can do is tea and scrambled eggs- mastechef is not title for me]

•But what if you have things you don't like? For example mushrooms, raisins, broccoli [kind of 'wink' towards me, heh]

•Will Jouno makes things without them or.....try his best to hides them in dish to hear your displeased noise when you find out? I think, you know the answer, dear reader ~

•Leaving Jouno for five seconds alone is the worst you can do. His disability won't stop him to sneak, "the worst things on the world" a'ka foods you don't like, into the soon dinner.

•A grin, this one, annoying one, that always appears when he did something. 'A proud cat, who just broke your favorite cup, because he found it not suitable on the table'; type of smile.

•You look at the dish before you, with suspicious sight, guard on. You really like his cooking, really, just this smile; it's very disturbing.

•-"It's gonna be cold, eat up"- Jouno said simple, continues to enjoy his own portion, listening with huge anticipation, to your heartbeat. Ah, teasing you is his favorite hobby after long and tiresome work week.

•Finally, you try his creation with surprise for you. It wasn't bad, entirely opposite, it was delicious.

-"Taste good?"

-"A lot, you never ending to surprise me, Sai."

You said with great appreciation towards the white hair man. This moment, however didn't last long.

•Oh, your heartbeat changed, giving signal to Jouno that his small "gift" got discovered.

-"Something wrong, dear?~"- He asked, like he had no idea, what makes your face frowning in small disgust.

-"You add something."

-"I added a of lot things, this is what cooking is, after all."

-"Sai, you know what i mean"

-"Oh, do i?~"

•Jouno playing dumb and you swallowing the piece of food like it was "poison".

Then you begins to complain, filling his ears with the pleasure he was expecting.

•-"You acting like some kid, who don't want to eat their veggies."- Jouno huffed nonchalantly and the grin on his face get only bigger.

•Maybe cooking with him gonna be better option to avoid eating the "humanity poison". While Jouno gets annoyed by your "guarding". It is nice to have your help, but having you to observe what his hands do without a blink, was getting on his nerve.

•Payback Jouno ((ﾐ´ω`ﾐ)) But in the end of the day, nothing can be avoid completely and maybe a compromise would be better.

Tecchou

•We all know, that this man can watch ants for eight, straight hours, right? Mostly for their teamwork and etc.

•But what if, take him to Aquarium? It sounds like a very nice date idea, pretty common too.

•All the colorful fishes, gracefully drifting behind the glass wall, a blue light filling every edge, very calming and beautiful view....until standing in one place for too long.

•Tecchou was like a frozen statue, observing all the fishes and other creatures behavior, like some kind of oceanologist.

•You were happy that he seemed to like this place, but you also wouldn't mind if he move a little....even slightly. We love you but please ಥ⌣ಥ

•Idea pop off in your mind and decided to test it. You walk away from Tecchou, to see what will happened but also to see other parts of Aquarium.

•Gone for hour or two, only to come back to your human like rock, who didn't even badge a step. At this point, you don't know if better laugh or cry. Also some other visitors was getting confused when passing by Tecchou.

•-"It's mannequin? Some kind part of the exhibition?"- whispers flows into your ears.

For gym or clothing shop, Tecchou would be a perfect mannequin; you joke in thoughts.

•-"Hiro, are you there?"- You said when approaching this "statue" and waving hand before his eyes. A small shocked expression sneak on his face when Tecchou finally turn his head towards you.

-"Yes? Something wrong? Tired?"

-"I feel like i should be the one asking this."

A chuckle left your lips, while Tecchou looked at you slightly lost.

•Two of you chat a little, asking him what he discovered from all the observation he made. Tecchou apologized when you tell him you were walking around, alone for one or two hours.

•Everything begins to be sweet and nice again when, suddenly a big fish eats the smaller one.

•Tecchou and you had a little open mouths in shock, dazed at what you just guys witness. It's not that was scary or something that would never happen, the natural food chain and etc., but fishes eating each other wasn't in yours to-do date list....

•-"Hiro....what do you say, for change the scenery? I think i saw a booth with ice cream somewhere."

-"It's sounds great to me, love."

Let the fishes enjoy their "dinner" without you and distract themselves with something cold.

•Except that one moment, date end up great. Tecchou shared with his thoughts about how great would the ice creams taste with shichimi or wasabi....well.

•But memory of his focused, amber eyes on the glass wall, brings you smile and a faint rosy color on the cheeks.

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ijustwanttoreadfanfiction · 1 year

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Friendly Sex - Chapter 2 - The Pact

Eddie Munson X AFAB! Reader

Chapter warnings: (MDI) 18+ only, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol , adult themes, explicit language.

Edited 02/04/23

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‘I had sex with Eddie Munson, I had sex with my classmate who is also my drug dealer Eddie Munson, I had sex in public with my classmate/drug dealer Eddie Munson, and we’re probably going to do it again… and now we're having milkshakes. Sex and milkshakes.’

Your mind was reeling with repetitive thoughts, the bright fluorescent lighting of the diner only succeeding in throwing your headache into sharper relief; you groaned pressing your fingers to your temples.

"How you feeling champ?" Eddie asks, sitting opposite you in the red vinyl booth, mouth full of a greasy cheeseburger.

"I think I'm gonna puke." You moan, resting your head on your arms.

He only chuckled, reaching across to ruffle your hair affectionately, you wanted to hit his hand out of the way but you could barely muster a glare.

"You're just coming down from a hefty dose of premium weed and shitty alcohol is all sweetheart, eat something and you'll be right as rain." He said soothingly, offering you his fries with a vigorous shake of the basket.

“I told you I'm not hungry.” You insisted, stomach churning as you watched him chase a handful of fries with a gulp strawberry milkshake topped with mounds of whipped cream.

“If you don’t eat, then you don’t get a reward.” He said in a sing-song voice.

“What kind of a reward?” You ask, arching an eyebrow in curiosity. He gestures for you to lean closer, looking around conspiratorially, you roll your eyes at the dramatics meeting him in the middle. He was so close you could have counted his eyelashes if you had the time, lips almost brushing yours, you held your breath wondering if he was going to kiss you.

“Well…?” You whispered

“Eat something and you’ll find out, princess.” He winked, dropping back into his seat with a smirk, sliding the basket of fries towards you once more.

“Asshole.” You mumble reproachfully, taking a single fry and barely nibbling the end, nose wrinkling as the salt hit your already dry mouth.

"Dip it in your milkshake." Eddie suggested, pushing your banana shake towards you, amusement dancing in his eyes..

"Eddie, the goal is to stop me being sick, not speed things along." You say in disgust.

"Trust me" He insisted firmly.

With little energy to argue, you dunked the remainder of your fry unceremoniously in the thick creamy liquid, eying the concoction warily. Sucking in a deep breath, you rammed the fry into your mouth, scrunching up your face.

"Well…?" He asks, laughing at your screwed up expression.

You hated to admit it but it was surprisingly pleasant, the combination of salty and sweet felt refreshing to your alcohol numb taste buds, but best of all the coldness of the shake was mercifully helping to soothe your pounding skull.

"Not bad." You said flippantly, already reaching over to grab the basket of the fries. He scoffed, giving you a look that clearly said 'I told you so' before diving back into his monster burger with gusto.

It was all oddly domesticated, you thought, any onlooker would be forgiven for thinking you were just another young couple out on a date. But that wasn’t what this was, you and Eddie hadn’t mentioned a thing about dating, and besides you didn’t want to date Eddie, what you wanted was a distraction from Steve you reminded yourself.

You took a few sips of your milkshake, shaking your head as Eddie shoved some onion rings into his already full mouth.

"So, what did you mean by a pact?" You asked, twirling your straw idly, as Eddie attempted to chew and speak at the same time.

“A pact, you know, a set of rules, an agreement. The whole point of this deal is to get a little bit of fun back in our lives-," He pulled his strawberry milkshake towards him, gulping the last half in one go. "The crushes we have are messy, and the last thing we need is more mess, so the best thing to do is lay out a couple of ground rules."

"I thought you didn't go in for rules Munson?" You goaded with a smile, lightly kicking his leg under the table.

"Gotta have some rules sweetheart, otherwise how are you gonna break any." He teased, giving you a kick back. He pulled a bunch of napkins from the dispenser next to him, then started patting down the various pockets of his jacket and jeans, evidently coming up short for whatever it was he wanted. "Hey, you got lipstick or something?"

You looked at him in confusion, but nevertheless extracted your Revlon lipstick from your skirt pocket. "I don't think-” You checked the name on the sticker, “Misty Plum is your shade, 'Fireball Red' would look great with your colouring though." You quipped.

"Ha, ha. Hand it over." He deadpanned, holding out his hand as you passed it over, your curiosity immediately turning to horror as he flipped the cap off and started scribbling ‘#Rule 1’ on a napkin, his tongue peeking out in apparent concentration.

"Eddie!" You shrieked, making a grab for the lipstick "That shit is expensive!"

"Sweetheart, I will buy you another, now shut up and listen." He held it out of your reach. "This napkin is our contract, doesn't need to be notarized, witnessed or any of that other crap, but these are rules we need to agree on and follow if this is gonna work." He gave you a look reminiscent of your Dad, a look that usually accompanied the words 'is that clear?'

You felt chided, flopping back down into the booth with your arms folded petulantly pouting in a silent protest for your abused cosmetics.

"Good girl." He cooed condescendingly, so being an adult you stuck your tongue out.

"Real mature princess." He laughed "So, I'm thinking first and foremost, we agree to have fun, and when it's no longer fun we stop" He asked with the lipstick poised above the napkin.

"I stopped having fun when you mutilated my lipstick." You grumbled.

"Would you get over it already?" He said impatiently.

"No."

"Brat."

"Bully."

"Jesus H Christ!" Eddie huffed loudly in exasperation, hauling himself out of the booth. For a wild moment you thought he was going to just up and leave you, instead he approached a care-worn looking waitress cleaning tables, who handed him something.

"There I have a pen, happy now?" He asked haughtily, dropping back into the booth with a thud. He capped your lipstick, rolling it back towards you none too gently, scrunching up the lipstick covered napkin and grabbing a new one.

"Yes." You replied quietly, pocketing it, not liking the sour atmosphere between you and feeling awkward for causing such a fuss over a $2 lipstick so you added a quick "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He said curtly, before rubbing a hand over his face and changing to a softer tone.

"Look sweetheart, if you've changed your mind and you don't want to do this, it's totally fine, no hard feelings." He reassured you adding in a lower voice as the waitress walked past. "But believe when I say that little rendezvous of ours will be in my spank bank for many months to come." His grin so rakishly cheeky that you couldn't help crack a smile in return.

You mentally weighed up your options, Eddie was offering you an out, you could chalk the whole thing up to an intoxication induced lack of judgment, never to speak of ever again.

You could go back to losing entire days pining away in your bedroom for Steve; staring at the Polaroid of you both pretending to pose like Han Solo and Princess Leia in front of a Star Wars poster at work.

Wearing his sweater to bed, the one he let you borrow that one evening when you got cold watching Robin play in band, holding it hostage ever since hoping he never asks for it back.

Then there were the 4 hour-long lovelorn calls to Robin, in which you asked her things like 'do you really think Steve liked the perfume I was wearing or if he just said it to be nice'.

Or, you could bite the Eddie shaped bullet and take the chance that you might be able to squeeze some fun into your otherwise pathetic life.

You glanced up at Eddie, there was something about him which coaxed out a side of you you wanted to see more of.

Even now after years of being friends with Steve you often find yourself incapable of holding a real conversation without tripping over basic words, blushing so fiercely he's actually asked you before if you had a fever.

Around Eddie you were somehow sharper, funnier, probably because you had the added advantage of not being in love with him. It was like split personalities, and apparently the Eddie version of you was a nymphomaniac type of girl who had sex in public, whether that was a good or bad thing remained to be seen, but did it matter when you were having fun?

You had made up your mind.

"I had a lot of fun tonight, more fun than I have had in a long, long time. And I'd like to continue, having fun." You admit. "If you still want to?" You added wondering if Eddie had maybe changed his mind and was just trying to let you down easy.

"Wouldn’t be here if I didn't, sweetheart." He assured you, gathering the pen and napkin. “So let’s make this fun official.” Eddie said grinning broadly once again, writing carefully.

#Rule 1 - Have fun, the pact ends when either party is no longer having fun.

You picked up your milkshake, squeezing into the booth next to him.

"Anything else?" He asked, leaning back to give you a better look.

There was a definite grey area to the arrangement you were concocting, both of you were doing this as the people you actually wanted to be with were unavailable, this was purely a physical outlet. What if Steve and Nancy did break up, surely Eddie knew you’d want out straight away, same with him if Chrissy and Jason split?

What if you bumped into some Prince Charming on the street, would you feel the need to pass up the opportunity because of Eddie?

"Um, dates with other people? We're allowed to go on them?." You queried, trying to get a feel for how he felt on the subject.

"You mean in the very rare event, we manage to get dates?" His laugh quickly turned into a grunt of pain as you elbowed him in the ribs.

"Alright dates with other people are allowed and don’t affect the pact," he agreed, still rubbing at his side, wincing, "but with one amendment."

#Rule 2 - Dates are allowed, both parties must tell each other. Don’t get jealous.

"Fair enough." You conceded reading sideways, you picked the bacon out of his forgotten burger whilst he pretended to swat you away like a fly.

“Which neatly brings us to rule number three.” Eddie said, giving you a pointed look as you reach across him to grab his milkshake glass. "Communication."

"You wanna get walkie-talkies or something?" You ask absentmindedly, trying to fish the cocktail cherry out from the bottom of the glass with two straws acting as chopsticks. He watched trying not to crack a smile, when you looked delighted to have finally seized the cherry only for it to plop back to the bottom, your face dropping with it.

"No G.I. Joe.” He said sarcastically, taking one of the straws and stabbing it through the cherry, passing it to you. “I mean we make sure we talk to each other, check in every now and then emotionally to see if we're still happy about the arrangement, going back to rule number one, and rule number two."

"All this talk about emotions Eddie, I never knew you cared." You drawled, chewing on the cherry, fluttering your eyelashes and making kissy faces at him, squeaking in shock when he grabbed your face kissing you hard.

You didn’t know what to do as his tongue licked into your mouth, well, your body knew what to do, effectively going limp in his hold; heat rushing to your belly, lips moving against his. Your mind on the other hand was filled with alarms, wasn’t this too familiar? You hadn’t discussed what was acceptable outside of fooling around, you figured you’d act like you were nothing more than casual friends because that’s what you were? This was about sex, fun casual sex, nothing more.

Just as you were going into full mental shutdown, he pulled away looking smug.

"And that’s what I'm talking about, you make kissy faces at me like that, I'm going to assume you want me to kiss you.” He was toying with you, knowing damn well he only did it to prove a point. “But if you only want me to kiss you when we're fucking then we need to be clear about it, understand?” You could only nod, effectively rendered speechless, as he wrote out the last rule underlining for good measure.

#Rule 3 - Communication.

Still not trusting your voice to come out a few octaves higher than normal, you busied yourself by grabbing the napkin as though there was more to read than three simple rules.

"Should we sign it or something?" You ask

Eddie laughed. "Wanting to get my autograph for when I'm a famous Rockstar?" He teased, but jotted his initials on the left bottom corner of the tissue paper. You ignored him, pen hovering slightly, ‘you can still back out’ the sensible part of your brain whispered, you shook your head slightly signing your initials in the bottom right corner.

It was done, the pact was made.

Eddie folded the napkin up and put it carefully in the inner top pocket of his jacket, the same pocket that had the condom in earlier. You fell quiet, once again at a crossroads, what happened now would you just see each other at school? Turn up at the other’s house when you fancy a quickie.

“Anyone ever told you, you think too much?” Eddie said leaning back in the booth, arm stretched out behind you.

“Robin mostly, and my Dad” You admit.

“And they’re right, you look like you’re about to have an aneurysm.” He laughed. “You need something to calm you down.”

“Oh yeah like what?” You rolled your eyes, fiddling with the pen lid, noticing in your peripheral he had moved closer to you.

“Like the reward I promised you.” He muttered, tracing a finger through the remnants of whipped cream that lingered around the rim of his milkshake glass, you watched entranced, breath quickening, as he brought the finger to his mouth, licking up to his ringed knuckle. "Seems only fair, you ate when i told you, so how about you and I go back to the van and I eat your pussy out before dropping you home hmm?"

You felt your jaw drop in an almost comical fashion, Eddie taking full advantage swiping his thumb across your plump lower lip.

"Is that a yes baby? Remember what we just said about communication." He teased, his other hand coming down to stroke the exposed part of your thigh, grinning at the shiver which passed through you.

"Yes please." You all but whimpered.

"Good girl." He praised, grabbing your hand and pulling you quicker than lightning from the booth, leaving only a few crumpled notes, the sounds of your giggling following you out of the diner.

#eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x afab reader #eddie munson x reader drabble #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #friendly sex fic #stranger things #eddie munson fic #eddie munson 18+#reader insert

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lou-struck · 2 years

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The UnBirthday Boy

Kiyoomi Sakusa x reader

~While at dinner with your boyfriend and a few of his teammates, Kiyoomi becomes victim to a classic prank.

WC: 1.5k

~I’ve had this prompt on my Google Doc for a while now and since it’s kinda birthday themed it would work well for today!

Kiyoomi Sakusa likes keeping you close when the two of you go out, you make him feel way more comfortable going to places that may not be the cleanest.

But now as you and a few of his teammates are waiting for your meal at some Western themed restaurant Atsumu found on Instagram, your boyfriend is so close to you you can feel the light brushing of his long eyelashes on your skin as he tries to whisper in your ear without catching the attention of the others.

“We could’ve gone somewhere else,” he murmurs, watching Hinata, Bakuto, and Atsumu try to balance their spoons on the tips of their noses. He grimaces, turning his gaze back to you. “Alone.”

“It’s not too bad, Omi.” you whisper back, not even trying to hide the amused smile on your face at their antics. “They are pretty entertaining to watch.”

“But they are going to eat with those spoons.” he grimaces, his knuckles turning white around the cloth napkin he is clutching. “Bokuto’s has fallen on the floor twice already.”

“Hey~ What are you Lovebirds whispering about over there, Omi Omi?” Atsumu says, shooting you a playful wink. The motion makes the metal spoon balanced on the bridge of his nose slip off and clatter to the floor.

“Does this mean I won?” the ginger says excitedly, removing the spoon from his nose and placing it next to his other cutlery. You don't need to look at your boyfriend to know he has that disgusted look on his face. Patting his hand gently you do your best to comfort him knowing that the hunger is only making him more irritable.

“No,” Kotaro Bokuto says determinedly, picking up his spoon with one of his massive hands, “let’s go again, I won’t lose this time.”

“Yer on,” Atsumu grins reaching over towards Kiyoomi’s untouched spoon.

“Touch my spoon, and you lose your hand Miya,” he mutters lowly. The threat coming through loud as day for the setter who backs up raising his hand in the air in surrender.

“Omi is just a bit hungry, Tsumu,” you say towards the blonde who nods and reaches for his fallen spoon.

“Aren't you hungry y/n,” he asks softly, looking at you with loving-kindness in his eyes.

You nod, “just a bit, but I wasn't the one who had practice before this.” you admit now becoming more aware of the hunger that has robbed your usually chatty table of conversion.

Thankfully, before you have to wait much longer, your Waitress returns, bringing by your food, a refill of your drinks, and a few more spoons for the childish pro athletes to eat with.

“Good, I have never been so hungry in my life,” Shoyo says, inhaling the savory steam coming off of his meal.

“You said that yesterday,” you tease hearing a light chuckle come from your boyfriend who is already cutting into his dish.

Once everyone gets a few bites of food in your system, the hangry tension at the table seems to dissipate and the fun banter the group usually has takes its place. Even your stoic boyfriend doesn't seem to notice his friends are chewing with their mouths open as they try and finish each other's stories about how practice had gone earlier that day.

The biggest story being that Meian accidentally hit a visiting sports reporter with one of his powerful serves, giving the poor man a concussion. The happy twinkle in his eyes and the small smile on the curve of his lips makes you feel as if you are falling in love with your boyfriend all over again.

Even through his hunger, his table manners are practically princely. Not inhaling his food like its oxygen, and really trying to taste what made his friend want to try this place so badly. Just out of the corner of your eye, you see Atsumu trying to put on his best poker face as he pulls aside your waitress. Pointing to your Boyfriend and whispering something as the others snicker.

“You have a little something by your lip,” your boyfriend says, turning his gaze toward you and placing your attention solely on him.

“Huh?” you murmur dumbly swiping the back of your hand across your mouth to try and wipe away whatever it was that was stuck to your skin. “Did I get it?”

“Not even close,” he snorts picking up his napkin. “Let me get it.” Gently he tilts your chin up towards the light and wipes away that little speck with his other hand. The precision he uses to dab at the dot sends butterflies in your stomach as you are enraptured by his features.

“Got it,” he whispers, placing the cloth back onto the table still not tearing his gaze from yours. You miss the little smirk on his lips that would’ve told you that there was nothing on your face at all and he made it up to get your attention.

“Omi-san,” Hinata calls from across the table. The devilish grin on his face looks misplaced on someone so innocently cheerful. “We have a little surprise for you.”

“That’s right, Omi Omi,” Atsumu grins, leaning back in his seat. “Since it’s such a special day for ya?”

Looking over to Kiyoomi he looks painfully confused as to what his teammates are talking about. “What are you guys going on abo-”

The sound of banging drums and clapping hands cut him off as he turns his head towards the sound with wide eyes.

The entire waitstaff is behind him, with big smiles as the one in front carries a large slice of cake with a little lit candle sticking out of it. Oh no.

“We heard it’s yer Birthday.” one drawls looking down at your horrified boyfriend with a too-large as all the other tables turn their attention to him.

With the cake slid in front of him you feel his hand grab ahold of yours for support. Once someone decides to tell a restaurant it’s their birthday, the only thing one can do is to just sit down and accept the inevitable birthday song.

“But wait, aren't you missing something,” Kotato says, his owlish eyes alight with mischief as he grins.

“We wouldn't want to forget this.” The Waitress laughs, pulling out a comically large bright pink bedazzled birthday cowboy hat. Plopping it in all its feathered glory onto his beautiful dark curls. Saksua’s shoulders tense as the restaurant sings some variation of the birthday song, with Atsumu, Shoyo, and Kotaro singing the loudest of all.

When the song ends, the restaurant erupts in cheers as the waitstaff leaves your table to get back to work. The obnoxious hat, a few dozen pictures, and the cake are the only reminders of the prank the trio had just pulled.

“Happy Birthday Omi,” you tease, picking the candle out of the desert and giving him a little smile trying to relieve the tension in his broad shoulders.

“C-can you please get this off of me,” he says looking up at you desperately. Nodding you pull it off feeling the crunch of craft glue on leather as you place it far away from your boyfriend who must be thinking about how many other people have worn that hat over the years. Poor guy.

“Are you okay Omi, I know that was a lot to have to deal with,” you ask.

“I’ll have to shower when we get home, I still feel like the hat is stuck on my head.” he sighs looking at you thankfully. “But thank you for thinking of me. I know it's a bit odd I get so grossed out like that.”

“I don’t think it’s weird,” you say softly, noticing that the others are still going through all the pictures that have been taken. Not paying attention to your conversation at all. “You are wonderful Omi, and I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he murmurs affectionately. You fix a few of his curls that were flattened by the hat wondering what he is going to do to the three little jokesters at the table.

“Ha, that was great Omi Omi.” Atsumu cackles, holding his stomach from laughing so hard. “We really got ya didn't we?”

He looks at his friends, and then at you with a serious expression. But then, he relaxes and shows something close to a smile. “I guess you guys did get me pretty good.” he sighs. “But if you ever pull something like that again I’ll kill you.”

His bluntness pulls a few nervous chuckles from his friends but they soon die out as they notice the free Birthday Dessert that your boyfriend was given. They reach for a fork only to have their hands swatted away by Kiyoomi.

“What do you think you are doing? It’s my unbirthday after all.” he jokes, sliding the cake and the forks between the two of you to share.

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa x reader #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #x reader

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faces-ofvenus · 2 years

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College Aegon starting to fall in love with you modern!

(I recommend you read this headcanon was very inspired to write this headcanon)

Choose a course "c/c"

As said Aegon is like a chameleon in the university, he changed courses like a reptile changes its skin, and in one of these changes he found you, so beautiful, so intelligent, so superior to him, don't get him wrong, he didn't want to go w/c, but frankly he was tired of his current course as well as the others, he practically ran the whole university, or almost, and it was there that he found you, so focused on what you do, so beautiful, your professor made you sit together, to his delight and his disgust.

You looked at him like he was an alien, yes he was a hottie, his characteristic white hair, but short, he was just plain hot, yes yes, very hot, but also a drunken asshole who only thinks about where he's going to put his dick tonight, and yes he flirted with you, yes you liked it, and yes you pretended not to care, his voice was so, wow, you had horrible thoughts, but still-you wouldn't let him down, you wouldn't give him the taste, not for him.

It only made him think you were hotter, you were so beautiful, listening to you explain the subject to him was so enlightening, even though he was already hating the whole class the minute he stepped into it, maybe your voice, the way your lips moved, your eyes shining with interest, your hands restless, he felt good, it was interesting, yes you turned him on but he wanted to talk to you, or rather listen to you, and that made him want you to feel the same way.

After that little job you thought, not over, he was going to move on with his life, probably start something else and leave it unfinished, besides finally leaving your thoughts alone, yes you couldn't get him out of your head but who could, he was remarkable in a bad or good way,

You couldn't allow yourself to be fooled like that, not with the bad reputation that haunted you, the evidence was there, and you were anything but stupid to let it go, but he simply haunted you and forced himself to sit next to you in the next classes, you hated him, because you simply didn't move on, and because you were behind it,

Aegon didn't seem to be interested in what was being taught, and he really didn't care, whether it was with account or not, he didn't care, it just seemed that the only thing that caught your attention was your face looking at the board or book, it was annoying you thought, It was embarrassing, you look away and he's leaning his head on your hand, looking at you shamelessly, and when your eyes meet he barely looks away, just gives you an even bigger smile, and gives you a wink, asking what it was about and that he wanted your explanation.

— Aegon, if you paid attention to what the professor said, you would know what we are studying.

— But I only understand with you!!!

From then on it would only get worse, for you of course, because he didn't know why whenever he was going to have sex with a fucking girl your face appeared in his mind, painting your face and what your possible demonstrations of pleasure would look like, whenever he flirted he saw you, and he could only flirt with someone who merely looked like you, when he skipped or skipped class and you thought you were rid of him, there he was waiting for you on the way out, he tried to talk to you, even though you answered him harshly, or only with short and direct lines, he wanted more, he just wanted you not to be so indifferent to his presence.

When he found out that Jacaerys knew you, it was almost the last straw and it became almost a duty to be his cupid, Jace denied it, you were his friend, you were his little childhood crush, and honestly he wouldn't set you up with someone like your uncle, not when he knows Aegon's fame as a catcher, he couldn't tolerate a man like him, being with you.

But Aegon swears to his heart and soul that this time it's not just about sex, he's obsessed, he wants you, and honestly he doesn't see you as just a one-night stand, even if you are the hottest woman he's ever laid eyes on, Jace only helps him when he promises not to break your heart, obviously he doesn't trust Aegon's word too much, but Aegon's desperate, drunken voice annoys him, yes he lost count of how many times he got calls from a drunk Aegon and whatever else he used that night, at 3, 4, 5 in the morning asking about you, and what your type of man is like, and Jace is like, what the fuck, I don't know her ideal type, do you think I notice the men she picks up or looks at (yes when he was in love with you he did, but that's not the point)

And so he would begin his hunt to conquer his beloved.

#hotd #hotd x reader #reader #reader insert #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x you #modern!aegon #headcanons #hotd headcanon

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negaiishipping · 1 year

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Negaishipping: "Speak Now"

art: @moonxpalace 💗

All of Iris' friends know she's in love with Ash. She's straightforward with many things, not with this, though. So when she sudenly gets an invitation for Ash's wedding, they all ask her "are you gonna speak now?".

PART 1

Even though they hadn't seen each other for a long time, Iris still loved Ash romantically- that was probably the only thing she'd shut up about for the rest of her life. Or so she thought.

One day, she received a letter from him. This wasn't unusual, since they wrote to each other all the time. What was unusual, was the content of said letter. "Ash and ... would be delighted if Iris joined them to celebrate their marriage at..." That was enough for her to stop reading. She started laughing, because that had to be a joke, right?

Of course, everyone else received invitations as well. The Striaton brothers, Bianca, Trip, Stephan, Luke, Burgundy, Georgia... They were all worried for Iris, even Georgia. They tried to call her but she wouldn't answer the phone, she wouldn't open the door, she didn't want to talk to anyone.

The pokémon were worried for their trainer too. Excadrill had had enough, so in one of those unsuccessful visits, he opened the door himself.

"Hey, are you gonna speak now?" Georgia asked.

"I'll play guitar", Bianca added.

PART 2

art: @moonxpalace 💜

The Unova group had travelled to Kanto for the wedding day... except for Iris. She had stayed at home with Drayden, training.

Before the event started, they all went to greet and congratulate the groom, who looked disappointed... when he didn't see "his best friend" there. And everyone had the same question on mind, but nobody wanted to ask. "Why her? Why not Iris?".

"I didn't even know you and ... were a couple" Cilan quickly said. He was immensely proud of his friend, however, this all had a bitter taste.

"Mhm, yeah..." Ash brushed it off like he didn't care.

"You do realize you're getting married, right?".

"Yeah!", he laughed, "I'm just so nervous!".

Meanwhile, in Opelucid City, Iris started to regret her decision. Was she being mean or selfish? Whether she loved Ash romantically or not, this was still her friend and it was such an important day for him.

PART 3

... Iris arrived just in time, all thanks to Dragonite! She sneaked in and saw her friends, Ash's friends, and the bride. She hid in the curtains. Now what? She felt embarrassed and didn't really want to be seen.

We are gathered here today, to join together Ash Ketchum and ... in holy matrimony...

A tear rolled down Iris' face. She was there, at the wedding of the person she loved- not even as a proper guest, just spying.

What if the bride was her? Everything would be better. This was her last chance...

These two persons present come now to be joined. Therefore, if anyone can show just cause why they may not be lawfully joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.

"I object!". The girl with long, wild hair covered her mouth immediatly. She realized that what she just had done was bad, but she couldn't stop now. "I object because I love you, Ash! Don't say yes!".

The room was in complete silence. People looked at Iris, horrified, but she was only looking at Ash.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry everyone that you have to see this", she grabbed her purple dress tightly, "but please, please don't say yes".

A few people though, were trying to hold back their happy giggles, of course. Bianca, Georgia, Burgundy, even Cilan...

Pikachu jumped off Ash's shoulder and placed himself on Iris'. "Pika", he said nodding his head, as an "I agree".

"Thanks, Pikachu, it was nice seeing you. I guess I need to go now", she whispered before running away from the place.

Everyone was shocked. The bride glanced at Ash with disgust, like asking him "who was she?". He couldn't respond, all he could do was look her in the eyes and say "sorry" with them.

He quickly winked at Pikachu, who was still near the entrance after Iris had left; what that wink meant was "electrocute everyone". And in the confusion and shock, he ran off, leaving a very messy scene behind.

Outside the church, Ash ran and ran, trying to find the girl who interrupted his wedding. "Iris? Iris! I need to talk! I feel the same way!".

Still in high heels and a dress, she jumped off a tree. "Yes?".

"I didn't say yes", he whispered, smiling, getting another smile from her in return. He grabbed her hand, "it's always been you".

Iris wasn't the kind of girl to rudely barge in on a white veil ocassion. However, why would the boy he loved be in that kind of situation in the first place?

GUYS AAAAAAAAA, I think everyone knows that Speak Now is my favourite TS album and the re-recording is the best thing that's ever been mine !!! So I tried to write a short Negaishipping fanfic, imagining them in this kind of situation. I am so nervous jskdjkdj, it's been a long time since I wrote fanfics or stories, so sorry if it's bad. Btw I refer to the bride as "..." LMAO because I didn't know who could it be!! I was thinking of Serena but idk 😭 imagine if her fans see this and they all come at me aaaaa anyway bye I hope you liked it jskdj BYE

#Spotify #negaishipping #iris x ash #iris #ash #bw #black and white #pokémon best wishes #pokemon black and white #pokemon iris #pokeani #pokemon fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #best wishes!

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wordsmithwhumpsandfluff · 2 months

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So here’s a story fic I wrote a while back. The appendicitis fic is taking me longer to write than I thought, so I’ll post this for now.

For some context, this fic takes place back when the group was in High School in their Sophomore year. It gives a general idea of how difficult Spirit’s life was before college, and is super angsty. Be warned.

!TW! vaping/substances, violence, depression, child neglect, harassment.

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Spirit’s head hurt, her neck ached, and she felt so dizzy. Blinking awake, she realized she fell asleep sitting up in her dining room. She curled her nose in disgust as she saw a cockroach feasting on her half-finished muffin she was eating late last night. Too tired to kill the thing, she just left it, getting up to find her phone.

Blackout curtains were a blessing, usually. But today, when Spirit found her phone and saw the time, her stomach dropped and she cursed the curtains for keeping her from waking up at a decent time. It was 8:36. She was more than half-an-hour late for school.

With no time to shower or brush her teeth, Spirit just popped some minty gum in her mouth, slipped on some sneakers, grabbed her bag and ran out the door with her skateboard under her arm and her phone in her pocket. She was glad she slept in her clothes from yesterday, so she didn’t have to change, but she did throw on a black hoodie. As she skated to school, she used her fingers to pull her hair back into a ponytail.

It took about twenty minutes for Spirit to get to school. She got a pass from the office—earning a glare from the old lady at the desk who definitely didn’t like her—and ran to her Advanced World History class that she was late for. Being a delinquent and often-late student didn’t keep her out of the school’s more advanced classes.

She barged in, breathing hard and probably looking just as bad as she felt.

Mr. Robinson, her teacher, gave her a knowing look. A look that was sympathetic and understanding. “Hello, Mitchel,” he said, calling Spirit by her last name as he did with all his students. “Please, take your seat. I’ll catch you up on what we’re doing in a minute.”

Spirit nodded, staring at the floor as she made her way to her desk by the window. She could feel the eyes and hear the snickers as she sat.

When that class was over, Spirit left before Mr. Robinson could stop her on her way out the door to talk. She hurried to her next class, keeping her head down and her hood up to avoid being noticed. The last thing she needed was—

“Heeey, hot stuff.”

Spirit flinched as a familiar arm was hooked over her shoulders and the sweet smell of vape smoke filled her senses. She looked over to Zeke, whose face was so close to hers. She wanted to shove him off, feeling disgusted by his touch, but refrained from doing so since it’d just make her seem weak to him.

She’d rather seem calm and nonchalant and easy than weak.

“Hey,” she said, turning her face away.

“You weren’t in first period,” she heard Jeremy say, and she figured that he—along with the rest of Zeke’s buds—were behind her. “Slept in again?”

Spirit nodded.

Zeke smirked. “You seem tense, baby.” He kept one hand on Spirit’s shoulder with his arm around her, using his free hand to slip something in her pocket. When she raised a brow at him, he winked and said, “For later, if you need it.”

Spirit knew what it was. She knew she’d throw out the baggie of weed, but she’d probably chug that flask when she got home later that day. Zeke didn’t have terrible taste in tequila, after all.

“I’ve gotta go to class,” Spirit told Zeke. She scanned the hallways desperately, and when she caught sight of Jordan and Amberlynn walking together, she felt relief course through her. “Catch ya later,” she said, shrugging off Zeke and walking away, but not before he slapped her ass as she walked away. She wanted to turn around and punch him, but kept from doing so. There’d be time to punch out her frustrations later.

She easily put on a neutral look and made her way to her friends.

— — —

“You were gone this morning,” Oliver said, sitting by Spirit at lunch.

Birdie, confused, looked at her. “You were?” Birdie shared some afternoon classes with Spirit, but not morning ones.

Acting casual, Spirit nodded and nibbled at the distasteful soggy sweet potato fries that the school insisted on feeding the students. These lunches were often the only thing Spirit ate on most school days, and they were disgusting, but she ate them anyway.

“I slept in,” she explained with a shrug, looking up at Oliver. “No biggie.” Over Oliver’s shoulder, she caught sight of Zeke looking at her with a grin that made her skin crawl, and she looked down again. That was always the safest thing to do. Look down.

— — —

The ringing of the bell all but gave Spirit a heart attack as it startled her out of her focus. She’d been sucked into the worksheet and realized that everyone was leaving whilst she hadn’t even packed up yet.

She cursed and hastily started stuffing her bag, trying not to rip or fold her papers.

“Jeez,” Isaac chuckled, leaning against a desk and waiting for her, ready to leave. “You’re kinda a mess today.” He lowered his voice slightly, smiling softly. “You okay?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m great,” Spirit said, tossing her bag over her shoulder and standing up so quickly that she tripped over the leg of her desk. She hit the ground hard, landing on her elbows with a grunt.

Isaac crouched down beside her, helping her up. “You sure about that?” he asked, sounding a bit more worried. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

Spirit just smirked at him. “You know what? You should study to become a therapist.”

Isaac’s worried expression and tone vanished at that comment and he laughed. “Yeah right. I think being a therapist for all our friends is difficult enough.”

Isaac and Spirit met with Keiko and Jordan in the hallways since all four of them had gym together for last period.

In the locker rooms, Spirit heard the whispers as she got changed. Jordan tapped her shoulder, dropping her voice to a whisper as she asked, “Spirit, has your mom sent the extra money you asked her for? You’re basically skin and bone.”

Spirit smiled slightly to ease her friend’s worry. “I’m doing fine, Jordan. With or without my mom’s money.”

Jordan didn’t seem reassured but could tell Spirit didn’t wanna talk. “Well, do you want to come over for dinner tonight? My mom is making sushi.”

Spirit shook her head, finishing up with getting dressed. “I’m fine, Jor. But thanks.”

When the actual class started, Spirit felt like a drone as she went through the warmups. She barely broke a sweat as they ran laps around the gym, and felt in her element. Gym was what she did best. . . but the class had one major negative.

“Hey, hot stuff,” Zeke said flirtatiously, coming up to her as she filled up her bottle at the fountain. “You looked good when running. Your ass just seems bouncier every day.” He snaked a hand to her back and slowly lowered it down and down, making Spirit freeze and making her fight back the urge to kick his manhood.

“Please, go away, Zeke,” she breathed out, barely more than a whisper.

He raised a brow, leaning close enough that his breath tickled her cheek. He pinched her ass. “What was that, baby?”

She tried to take a step away from him, but he pulled her to the side so that the bleachers hid them from the rest of the gym, and he wrapped both his arms around her waist, leaning in to kiss her but only getting the corner of her mouth since she turned her head away. “Zeke, stop it,” she said, her voice a little harder.

He scoffed, letting go of her and shoving her against the wall hard enough to leave her breathless for a second.

“Whatever,” he scoffed, walking away.

Spirit sighed, picking up her bottle which had fallen to the floor and left a puddle. She re-filled it, and went back to acting like she was fine. At least she didn’t smile too much regularly. It was easy to look fine when you didn’t have to fake being happy.

— — —

Spirit came home to find the word ‘slut’ spray-painted on her door in bright red. Thankfully, the paint was fresh enough that she just had to spray it with her hose to get it off.

Inside, she kicked off her shoes and threw her backpack to the ground. She locked the door and put the chain on, not wanting to deal with anyone for the rest of the day.

There was going to be some fights that night at an abandoned worksite, and she could make some extra cash there, but she’d have to get some sleep first to recharge.

As she made her way to her bedroom, her phone started ringing. Upon glancing at the name, she answered. “Hey, Bird.”

“Hi! Just checking in.” Her voice was an octave higher than normal. Spirit raised a suspicious brow.

“Um. . . okay?”

“You doing okay?”

Spirit wanted to hang up. She was tired of lying. Especially to her best friend. “Yeah, I’m fine. You?”

Silence. Then, “Wanna sleep over tonight? It’s the weekend, after all.”

Spirit did want to. Truthfully, she’d much rather be with Birdie than at some fight.

But would it be worth it? Missing out on a chance to make a few hundred bucks?

“Please, Spirit? We haven’t had a sleepover in so long!”

After a minute of thinking so hard that her head started to hurt, Spirit sighed.

“I’m sorry, Bird. Not tonight.” She hung up without waiting for an answer. Tears began to fall, and sobs started to shake her frame.

She went for her pocket, grabbing the flask Zeke gave her, but also realizing that she hadn’t gotten rid of the weed.

She almost considered taking that, too, but she controlled her mind enough to trash it. But she did chug the whole flask, having to take breaks when the burning liquid made her cough. She drank the whole thing, and it wasn’t exactly a small flask, and then dropped it on the floor when she was done. She sat on the couch to wait for the alcohol to do its magic.

— — —

Spirit shot awake at the sound of knocking.

She stumbled as she stood from the couch, forgetting for a second that the tequila was still in her system, making her lightheaded.

She unlocked the door, keeping the chain on as she opened it and peeked out, expecting Zeke or a neighbor. Instead, it was all of her friends.

Her eyes widened. “What’re you guys doing here?”

Birdie, who was standing in front of them all, said, “I was worried about you. We all are.”

Spirit frowned. “I told all of you, I’m fine. Okay? I’ll see you guys—”

“Let us in, Spirit,” Keiko said, putting a hand on the door. “Please. We just wanna talk.”

Spirit stared at all her friends, not wanting to deal with this.

“Please, Spirit?” Amberlynn asked. “Let us in?”

It was a losing game. Spirit was stubborn, but so were her friends at the moment. She took off the chain and opened the door, letting them come in. She walked dizzily to her couch again, sitting.

“You okay?” Jordan asked. “Are you sick?”

“No. Why?”

“You were walking kind of weird.”

Spirit shrugged. It’s late, she thought. I should get them out of here quickly so I can make it to the fights.

“I don’t get what you guys are so worried about,” Spirit shrugged, looking at her friends who were all standing awkwardly. “I’m fine. And, frankly, really tired. I was sleeping just now.”

Birdie was the first to walk over to Spirit. She sat beside her, grabbing Spirit’s hand. The simple touch made Spirit’s heart squeeze. Her throat felt twisted, and her eyes burned as she tried to look normal.

“Can you all please leave?” she asked quietly, pulling her hand away from Birdie, making her insides twist with pain. “I’m really tired. I promise, I’m perfectly fine.”

“What’s this?”

Spirit looked up and realized that Keiko wasn’t standing with the others. She looked behind her, and her face went pale.

Keiko was holding the empty flask. He frowned, brows creasing. “Did you drink this? What was in here?”

Spirit looked at the rest of her friends, who were all staring at her.

She wanted to disappear.

She wanted to be alone.

Head down, head down, head down. . .

“Yes,” she forced out. “It was tequila. Zeke gave it to me. But I’m just tipsy, not drunk.”

She didn’t bother seeing the looks on her friends’ faces.

“Spirit—” Keiko started, but Spirit cut him off.

“Go away, all of you. I’m fine, okay? Just leave, please.”

She heard footsteps, and then felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Don’t push us away, Spirit,” Oliver said softly. “We’re here for you. Just talk to us. Something’s wrong, and we can all tell.”

Spirit still didn’t look at any of them, closing her eyes and praying for them all to just leave.

More footsteps. Spirit felt suffocated as she felt all her friends get closer and closer. . .

“GET THE HELL OUT!” Spirit stood as she yelled, emotions overtaking her at that moment. She yelled so loud that all of her friends startled, staring at her with wide eyes.

Spirit flinched, her frustration quickly turning into regret.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry,” she apologized, covering her mouth with her hand, trembling. The tears she was fighting back began to fall. “I’m sorry. Ohmygod, sorry.”

She tensed and froze as she felt arms wrap around her from behind. Birdie had also stood, and she was now hugging Spirit tightly.

Spirit felt herself break in that moment. In an instant, it all felt like too much to hide any longer. She was not fine. Sobs made her shake as she fell onto the couch again. Birdie didn’t let go. And Spirit felt another set of arms hug her.

“It’s okay,” Oliver whispered.

A hand smoothed her hair back, and Spirit knew it was Keiko.

She sobbed, unable to hide or hold anything back. She was overflowing with devastation.

The rest of her friends all joined in, hugging her, rubbing her back, smoothing hair away from her face. . . she didn’t feel like she deserved it. She didn’t deserve them.

Between sobs, she said as much.

Birdie took Spirit’s face in her hands. “Listen to me,” she said, her own voice tearful since she was crying as well at this point. “Don’t start with that. If there’s anything you don’t deserve, it’s feeling like this. Like Oliver said, we’re here for you. Always.” Birdie touched her forehead to Spirit’s. “You’ll get through this. We’ll help.”

“You’re stuck with us at this point,” Isaac teased, also sounding tearful, crouching in front of Spirit and grabbing her hand.

“Please,” Amberlynn said, standing by the couch. “Please talk with us. We just want to help.”

Spirit looked up at all her friends. They were the closest thing to family that she had. She loved them all.

So, she didn’t keep her head down. She breathed deeply, nodded, and finally admitted, “I’m not fine.”

#thebrilliantidiots #spirit #Just a lil back-in-time fic #ANGSTTTTTTTTTT #😭😭😭#Spirit's appendicitis fic is coming soon. I'mma have to make it funny and sweet to balance out all the angst I've done lately😅

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 2 years

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Pineapple on Pizza

Summary: You meet a man with an important question in line to order your Pizza.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x gn. reader

Wordcount: 695

Rating: G

Warnings: bad flirting, fluff

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You should have ordered in. Or ordered before you left work.

You could still just pick up a frozen pizza from the store but you were yearning for Pablo’s pizza.

The best pizza you had ever had. Well the best pizza you had in the states.

The best pizza you ever had was in a little restaurant in the middle of Rome back when you were studying in italy.

It had been almost fifteen years ago and the pizza probably hadn’t even been that good but it was pizza in italy. Your mind burned the taste of the melting cheese into your brain and there was nothing you could do against it.

The line outside the restaurant was moving slowly.

It was monday.

Nobody wanted to cook on a monday. At least it should be against the law to do so.

You were ready for a delicious piece of pizza, a glass of wine and your favourite soft blanket while watching an episode of whatever netflix suggested for you.

At least you could work from home tomorrow.

You sighed, taking another step forward when the line moved, the door still way too far away for your liking.

“Do you like Pineapple on pizza?”

You fought the urge to groan as you heard the question being asked by the man standing behind you. Really?

You took a deep breath, knowing you could ignore him but for some reason you felt the urge to at least take a look at the man who asked the question.

Turning around you were ready to shoot him down when you found yourself looking into warm brown eyes. He was taller than you, wearing a suit, the tie loosened around his neck. A small sheepish smile tugged on his plush lips, his face tilted down to look at you with something that felt like suspense. Maybe a little anxiety, definitely shy.

You had parted your lips to answer him, yet the longer you looked at him the more the words seem to be missing. You pressed your lips together, fighting the smile that was fighting itself onto your lips.

“Is that your attempt at flirting?” you finally asked and he released a nervous chuckle, biting into his bottom lip.

“Only if it’s working?” he asked and you couldn’t help the smile now, the corner of your lips tugging upwards.

“No,” you said and his face fell.

“The answer to your question about pineapple on pizza,” you added with a teasing grin and his eyebrows lifted before he laughed, one of his hands coming up to rub over the back of his neck while he shook his head.

“I deserved that,” he said and you smiled.

“Next time just introduce yourself and see where it’s going,” you winked and he nodded a little.

“Hi, I’m Marcus,” he said, holding his hand out and you grinned before you took his hand, giving him your name.

“Do you like Pineapple on Pizza?” you asked and he laughed.

“I do, actually. I am thinking about ordering a tuna pizza with pineapple,” he said and you shuddered in disgust while he laughed.

“Mean,” you pouted.

“I’m sorry. Can I invite you for dinner as an apology?” he asked and you tilted our head as you looked at him.

“I should add that this invitation is due immediately. I’ve seen a couple free tables inside and I would like to get to know you. And maybe show you that pineapple on pizza is not that bad.”

You smiled to yourself while you looked inside, seeing indeed a couple of empty tables.

You shrugged.

“Why the hell not?” you asked and he chuckled.

“Not the reaction I was aiming for, but I’ll take it,” he said and stepped out of the line. You followed him as he walked towards the door, holding it open for you.

You smiled at him and he smiled back.

This was not how you planned your monday to go.

But years from now when you were asked how you and your husband met, a smile would sneak to your face, telling the tale of the man who made you love Pineapple on Pizza.

#my fic #Marcus pike #Marcus Pike x reader #Pedro pascal #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #drabble

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Could you please do a hangman x reader where reader is really shy and has a crush on hangman? He’ll flirt with her to make her nervous and blush. She thinks he’s just being a flirt but he actually likes her too?

And a Dom Bobx sweet reader. I’ve seen a lot of fics where Bob is more of the shyer guy and I’d love to seen one where he takes charge

-- This is the Hangman request, I shall ses what I can do to quench your Bob thirst in a different oneshot. Hope you enjoy! --

Hangman was sitting in one of the uncomfortable booths at the back of the room, keeping a watchful eye on the door. He was nursing a raging headache and a bruised pride, both courtesy of a night of drinking and pool playing.

One of the waitresses on shift came by to top up his cup of coffee.

"She starts in twenty" She said. He looked up at the woman with a smile. Paulette, the waitress, had become his unlikely wingman in his operation. She was nice, always polite but could handle shit thrown at her by some of the regulars better than he'd seen Penny do.

"That obvious?"

She laughed, "Sweatheart, you have come here every day for five months right in time for her shift to order terrible coffee and mediocre pancakes and sit in a dingy diner full of yesterday's drunks. All I know is you ain't doing this for the atmosphere."

He smiled a little "Coffee's not that bad"

"Is that why you're barely getting to the bottom of your cup? Or are you just savouring it?"

"Just savouring it, Paulette" Jake downed it with a disgusted grimace. Paulette burst out laughing.

"So, what are you?" He blinked at her, fighting his gag reflex and shivering at the taste of the coffee. It tasted like the underside of his boot. "What do you do for a livin'?" Paulette expanded

"Navy pilot"

"Goodness, is that what they hide under them suits?" She winked and squeezed his bicep, Jake snorted.

He liked Paulette, she was fun. Her southern accent was thick and made almost incomprehensible in California but it felt like home to him. She reminded him a little of his aunt, with long blonde hair in a pony tail, blue eyes and strange coloured eye shadow on her eyelids, and thirty years older than him.

Jake attempted another sip of the coffee but the diner's door dinged and you walked in. Seeing you woke him up faster than coffee ever could (even good coffee).

You turned around to close the door and look around at the patrons, your eyes crossed his and you gave him a small smile and a wave and he returned the favour, hoping you couldn't see the blush creeping on his face.

Waitressing at the diner wasn't the best job you'd ever had, it was almost always dead and the few regulars that did show up were handsy and terrible tippers. These past few months though a new guy had joined the ranks by coming in every morning.

At first you were curious, wondering what a dreamy guy like him was doing in a place like this but now you had to recognise that your curiosity had turned into a all-consuming crush.

You were looking foward to work now, eager to come in and see him sitting at his booth. Today was no exception although you did gather up the courage to wave at him. He reciprocated, and when you turned around, Paulette raised an eyebrow in your direction. You ignored the look and walked uo behind the counter.

"Y/n, why don't you go and see if dreamy wants a refill?"

Paulette put the coffee pot she had been holding in front of you. You wanted to be mad at her, but you knew she only wanted the best for you, especially since your last break up. You picked up the pot and walked uo to him.

"Coffee?"

"No thanks, darling, I'm finishing this one." He smiled, it almost made you weak in the knees "You have a nice smile" You heard yourself say.

"You have a nice everything" Dreamy replied, seemingly just as surprised by the words that had flown out of his mouth "Oh dear, I am so sorry, that wasn't -- I was out of line"

"No, I don't mind. I think you're wrong but I don't mind"

"You think I'm a liar, darling? You wound me." He clasped a hand over his heart "Look at me. Wounded"

You laughed. Before you could reply, another patron called your name. Dreamy put down the money he owed and a nice tip.

"See you tomorrow"

"Jake."

"See you tomorrow, Jake"

The rest of your shift was boring without Jake. Serving pies and refilling cups was repetitive and not particularly mentally stimulating but Paulette and you did your best to entertain yourselves by taking turns filling in a sudoku grid. It never worked out but it got you through the shift.

The diner stopped taking orders at 7pm and you and Paulette started on the cleaning by 8. You'd be home on time provided you didn't stay to chat too long. You picked up a broom.

"I got a date tonight"

"Is it with that Jake guy"

"Jake guy?" You feigned ignorance

"Yeah the navy pilot who sits in the red booth"

"Oh yeah, Jake" You blushed at the thought of him "No, actually, I'm going with Peter"

"Honey, no. No, no, no."

"What? He's nice, he's interested"

"Sure he is. Jake is nice and interested too, and smoking hot. Peter ain't smoking hot."

"He doesn't like me like that, anyway"

"Sweetie, are you naturally incognizant or do you have to practice?"

"I see that word-a-day calendar I got you for Christmas is being put to good use"

Paulette tutted at you. You laughed

The next day was very much the same. Jake started his day with terrible coffee and undercooked pancakes drowned in syrup and waited for your arrival.

Paulette came by to refill his coffee and watched him sip it with a disgusted expression.

"At least when it tastes like that, it wakes you up." She said, an amused grin plastered on her face

"What do you put in it? Recycled belt leather?"

She laughed.

"Tell you what, Jake. I'll make you a cup out of my own personal stash."

"Is it good?"

"It's drinkable"

"I'll take it. I cannot thank you enough"

"No worries, just make me maid of honor at the weddin'." She winked

"You're predicting a wedding, huh? What is I'm not the marrying type" he joked, but Paulette grew serious.

"Look Jake, you're a nice kid. I like you, I'll help you out with Y/n but I'll tell you somethin' now so you can make a decision that will save everyone some time. Y/n wants a husband, she wants a dog, she wants a nice house full of kids. If you're not the marrying type, don't waste her time."

"No ma'am"

"So are you the marryin' type?"

"I am. I just -- I just have to ask her out first"

Paulette smiled

"I'll keep her til 2pm, come by during your lunch break"

You were looking forward to the short shift. Having half a day off meant you'd actually be able to go to the beach and swim. But as soon as Paulette sees you stepping in she asks you to stay longer, you almost refuse but you see Dreamy Jake's booth is empty and you accept.

Dreamy Jake doesn't swing by until lunch time. When he does he is in a uniform that leaves nothing to the imagination.

"Like what you see?" He asks, you blush "If you do, I might wear it more often"

"Well, you're bold today, usually you don't chat so much"

"Well I have it on fairly reliable authority that you like me"

You glare at Paulette. He drags your attention back to him by brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with his very soft fingers. When you look back, he is leaning on the counter.

"I also have it on fairly good authority that you want to see that new movie they're showing downtown. Would you like to go with me?" He asked with a softer voice, still holding his hand close to your face.

"I'd like that"

#jake hangman x reader #fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #fanfiction #hangman top gun #original fic #requests

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hyunjilicious · 3 years

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backyard bbq party [bucky barnes]

Summary: You're a college student who hates visiting home. Bucky is new to town and works with your dad. Your mom thinks you need a break from studying and your dad thinks Bucky needs help meeting new people. Smut ensures. 4.5k SMUT

Warnings: Age gap, flirting in inappropriate circumstances, dirty talk, oral - m. receiving, Bucky is cocky and sees right through you, D/s vibes (but not really), very little Daddy kink (one mention), unedited.

A/n: I don't think I have to mention this, but 18+ please!!! Please reblog and lmk if you liked it ❤

"Hun-" your mother warmly called as she approached you, a transparent plastic container filled with freshly seasoned raw pieces of meat, in her hands, "Take this to your father, ok?"

With unmistakable disgust on your face, you still faked a smile - all for her sake and took the container from her. It was heavy and you did your best to look anywhere but at it as you crossed the backyard, approaching your dad. He was with his back at you, facing the grill, and a man - which you barely noticed at first, stood by his side.

"Dad?" you sighed, "Mom said you should make these right now"

Their conversation stopped in an instant, and the two men turned to face you.

A smile instantly made its way onto your dad's face, "Didn't think you girls would be done so fast" he commented.

You just shrugged, knowing damn well you did not help prepare the food in any way. However, your eyes landed on the man behind your dad. He was tall, definitely well built, his shirt a size too small and his eyes shamelessly boring into yours.

You fell under his spell in under a second. Or maybe he fell under yours. Something definitely happened. A switch flipped inside your brain, and you knew you'd have to work hard to not allow yourself to do, or at least try to do, anything stupid at your parents party.

His eyes trailed lower down your body, and judging by the way he fought back a grin, it was clear what he had in mind.

In order to keep things from getting awkward, his lips parted into a dazzling smile, as he extended his hand to you, "You must be, Y/n. I'm James Barnes. You can call me Bucky. Or Buck"

"Oh, yeah!" you dad smiled, "You two haven't met! James is the best damn mechanical engineer I've ever seen"

"You work together?" you squinted your eyes, "I never heard of you before"

"He just moved to the state" you father added, and Bucky nodded in agreement, his hand still slowly shaking yours.

Feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, you smiled and excused yourself, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Barnes. I'll go now, see if mom needs any more help"

Bucky's eyes didn't leave your frame as you walked away, however you barely managed to take a couple of steps before you heard your mother's voice. "Y/n, baby? Can you go grab the glasses?"

"How many?"

"12" she responded in an instant, and then you took off towards the house.

It was dead silent inside. The house was empty, and already a mess. You took off your sandals and walked over to the cabinets above the sink, pulled out a tray and started looking for the fancy glasses your mother saved for special occasions.

You must've grabbed about 3 or 4 when a deep voice startled you, "Need any help?"

You lightly jumped in surprise, but hoped he didn't notice. "No, it's ok, thank you, though"

"Ok" Bucky mumbled, and you heard the smugness in his tone.

Unable to fight your instincts, you turned around and looked at him over your shoulder. Leaning against the wall with a small bottle of beer in his hand, he sent you a mischievous wink which almost brought a lump to your throat.

You hurried to turn around and keep gathering the glasses your mother asked for, struggling more and more with each one. When you cleared the first shelf, it was obvious you'd need help reaching the ones higher up, but you weren't about to ask Bucky. Instead, you hiked your dress up your thighs and pushed one of your knees on top of the counter, lifting yourself up just enough to reach the remaining glasses.

"Careful up there," Bucky laughed, walking over to you.

On a normal day, your palms wouldn’t be shaking and you wouldn't even think about the possibility of dropping a glass or falling off the counter. But he was too close, taking way too much satisfaction from seeing you struggling to maintain your balance. Not to mention the skirt, and the way almost all the skin of your thighs was on display for him.

"You could've asked me to help, you know?" he taunted, taking one more step towards you. There were barely a few inches separating your bodies now, and although you were sure it was your mind playing tricks on you, the heat from his body flooded your senses. He was too close. Too smug, looking at you. But the last straw was when he placed his left hand on the counter, inches away from your knee. That was when you noticed the prosthetic arm as the metallic sound of its vibranium plates overlapping grabbed your full attention. After a momentary lapse of composure, you looked into his eyes but all he did was raise his eyebrows. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Uh, it's ok" you shook your head, turning back to look at the cabinet. "Just five more"

For the remaining glasses, you grabbed them from the shelf, handing them to Bucky to place them on the tray.

When you were finally done, with a gentle grab of your hips, Bucky helped you off the counter, his hands lingering against the thin material of your dress for a bit too long. But you didn't mind. His touch burned and under his gaze, you found yourself turning around to face him, the proximity being nothing other than obscene especially if you were to take into consideration the age gap, and how you met him.

But that was 20 minutes ago. A moment not so conveniently interrupted by your mother barging in, wondering what was taking you so long. Bucky helped you carry the glasses to the table outside, and after that, you parted ways.

Even though he went back to the rest of the men gathered around the grill, your mind remained fixed on him. You found it almost impossible not to look for him every other minute, and the fact that he managed to catch you staring everytime, made the butterflies in your stomach go even crazier.

And then it took a little bit of devious and manipulative work on your part - to convince your aunt she got the wrong seat. You told her there was a seating plan, and that she was supposed to sit next to your mum. That opened up a seat left of Bucky, and since that seating plan was as unreal as your chances with him, or so you thought, you had to make sure the seat wouldn't be taken by someone else. And you didn't want to make it obvious - didn't want him to know you only chose that spot after figuring out it was right next to his. So you sprinted back into the house, grabbed your purse and placed it on the chair, pushing it as close as you could to the table, so no one could see it. Maybe it's been there for hours, even before any of the guests even showed up. Who'd know?

But of course, once the food had been served and you were all seated, you had to play your cards right. All your confidence seemed to have vanished ever since Bucky took his seat next to you. Casually sipping his beer, having a taste out every single type of food laid out in front of him, cracking jokes every now and then, and the glimpses… And the winks... And the way whenever he had to turn in your direction, his eyes would first land on you, and only then travel to the person he was having a conversation with.

But that was just the start. Soon enough, his attention was more and more directed towards you. His arm on the back of your chair. His jokes solely for you.

When you figured it was your time to make the next move, after giggling at one of the stupid puns he just made, you cleared your throat and scanned the table. "James, where did you get the olives? Can you hand me the bowl please? I can't see it"

"Oh, yeah" he said, pushing himself up to grab them for you. But conveniently, the bowl was empty. "There aren't any left, doll." he announced after settling back in his seat.

"That's ok" you smiled, ready to stand up, "I'll go see if there are any inside"

The "No" he whispered was way too low for you to hear, but his metal hand grabbing your thigh and pinning you down in your chair got the message across. You turned to look at him confused, but your plan was already going in a completely different and indisputably better direction.

"Here-" Bucky said, using his fork to pick up one of the olives on his plate. "I'm full anyway"

"Thanks" you nervously laughed, raising your hand to grab the utensil, but he stopped you.

"Open up"

Only for a second did you stop to consider just how bad of an idea that was, but you hurriedly pushed the thought aside and opened your mouth. Your eyes met his as you lowered yourself and grabbed the olive with your teeth, barely managing to hide your enthusiasm as you slipped it off his fork.

"Good?" Bucky asked.

You nodded, "Very. Thank you"

"No problem, doll"

After that, you returned to your plate - some cheese and salad left. None of them looked too appetising right now, you knew what you wanted - two things, but only one of them would be acceptable. So, you lazily gathered some salad leaves into your fork, and turned to Bucky. "Can I have one more?"

"Hm?" he muttered, removing the beer bottle from his lips and looking at you confused.

"One more olive? Can I?"

Instantly, he smiled. "What was that?"

"Can I have one more-" and when his amused smile turned into a devious grin, you realised what he actually wanted from you. "Please?"

He still wasn't satisfied so he just raised his eyebrows, telling you to try again.

"James? Can I please have one more olive?"

"Of course" he taunted.

You didn't know what you expected, of course you'd have to eat this one out of his fork too. However, this time, he didn't bother helping you at all, instead making you lean all the way into him to grab it.

"Thanks"

"And call me Bucky, ok?"

"Yeah, ok. Bucky"

As much as you wanted to keep this game going, the atmosphere around the table shifted. Even though your parents were seated at the other end of the table and on the same side, making it impossible for them to see what you were up to, you still felt like you crossed one too many lines.

When your demeanour changed, so did Bucky's. He leaned back in his seat, shifting uncomfortably for a couple of minutes, until he decided to stand up, announcing he was grabbing another drink for himself. You wanted to ask him to bring one for you too, but before you even managed to get a word out, he was already sprinting towards the house.

In his absence, you tried to calm yourself down and regain your composure, but there was only one thing on your mind. Him. So, against your better judgement, you left your seat at the table too, innocently heading towards the house.

There you found Bucky, leaning almost all the way in into the fridge, scavenging for another beer. The man emptied your dad's stash before the second course was even served.

"Whatcha looking for?" you beamed, walking up beside him.

"There's no more beer left" he announced, straightening his back and turning to face you. "I guess I'll have some water"

"I can go and see if there's any in the basement" you offered, "Or you could always go for something stronger"

"What do you suggest?"

"What are you into?"

"What am I into?" Bucky laughed.

"Whiskey?" you questioned, walking around him to open the liquor cabinet. "I hate this rum so I don't recommend it." You grabbed another bottle, "This vodka is amazing, no headaches the morning after."

"That won't be a problem" Bucky chuckled, leaning against the counter. "I'll have whatever you wanna give me"

"You seem like a whiskey kinda guy, is that ok?"

He nodded in approval, and then watched you pad around the kitchen, grabbing a glass and some ice. "What makes me look like a whiskey kind of guy?"

You took a deep breath, weighing your next words. "Rugged, tall.. handsome. Not my age." You shrugged. "Whiskey". Before allowing him to comment on that, you spoke up again. "What kind of drink do I remind you of?"

He pondered for a second, his eyes studying your every move. "One of those overly sweet girly cocktails, that has way more alcohol than my whiskey, but it's masked by all the syrups and preservatives inside it"

"Really?" you laughed out loud, handing him his glass.

Bucky smiled as he took it from you, raising it as if making a toast, and then took a sip. He licked his lips and sent you an approving nod.

Slowly, you both turned around and started walking out of the kitchen, but unlike you - Bucky stopped in the middle of the house, his voice urging you to do the same. "I'll go out front for a cigarette"

"Can I come, too?" you asked, heart beating out of your chest.

"Please" He urged you, stepping aside and allowing you to walk in front of him.

With a hand on your waist, he followed you out the front door. It was quiet, the sun shining a bit too bright for your liking.

You skipped down the stairs onto the pavement, but he stopped and sat down. Bucky spread his legs wide and motioned for you to come in front of him. After you did, with a gentle tug on your hand, he got you to kneel, one step below him.

"Want a cigarette, doll?" he asked, leaning back to retrieve the pack and lighter from his jeans pocket.

"No, thanks"

"Don't smoke?"

"Not if there isn't at least a mile between me and my parents" you giggled, placing your hands on his knees.

"Why?" he raised an eyebrow, lighting up his cigarette and taking a puff. You watched the smoke dissipate to the side, only to have your attention grabbed by him when he placed his free hand on your shoulder. "You're an adult. Have been for years. You live on your own. Why not?"

As he spoke, his fingers curled around the strap of your dress, nonchalantly pulling it down.

You swallowed thickly, but due to the way he was making you feel, you decided to ignore his action. "What they don't know, can't hurt them, right?"

"Mhm" Bucky agreed, taking another puff and then moving to play with the other strap. "So I was right?"

"About what?"

He shook his head, "Nevermind"

"Tell me!" you whined, pushing yourself up against him. His thighs completely framed your body as you closed the distance between the two of you. "Tell me!"

"Nope" he grinned, his proud smile inches away from your hungry lips.

"Bucky, come on" you pleaded, framing his face into your palms, "Tell me, please"

"No, doll-" he dismissed you, turning his head to the side to smoke. After blowing up the smoke, he threw the cigarette into the ashtray, his hands coming up around your body to rest on your ass.

"Pretty please?" you whined.

"Don't push me" he threatened, his grip on your ass tightening to the point where you almost whimpered out loud. Instead, your eyes just opened wide and you bit your lips.

"Ok" you sighed, playfully defeated, "Ok, fine. Don't tell me. But now I'm sad"

"Of course you are, doll" Bucky laughed, grabbing your chin. "I can tell how sad you are. You're not almost bursting into laughter at all"

"Shut up!" you scoffed, slapping his side, but he interrupted your antics with another rough squeeze of your ass.

Unable to keep calm anymore, you dragged your hands up his thighs, stopping inches away from his member. When you looked up to see his reaction, Bucky was already watching you.

"Can I?" you pouted.

"Stand up"

"Why-"

"Stand up" he commanded again, slapping your ass before you stood up and settled in front of him. "Take your panties off, doll"

"Here!?" you gasped, "What if anyone-"

"No one's gonna see you if you keep quiet and shuffle out of them like a good girl"

With your heart panging in the back of your throat, you slowly reached under your dress and pulled your underwear down. The feeling of cotton slipping down your legs made your shiver, and by the time your panties fell to the ground, Bucky had already stood up.

Wordlessly, you grabbed them from the floor and handed them to him, "Good girl" he nodded and then stepped out of the way, motioning for you to head inside.

You did so without any further form of complaint, determined to have your way with him by the end of the party. Dessert hadn't been served yet, so you knew there was still time to get to him.

But once you stepped into the house, you barely managed to make it past the hallway before Bucky grabbed your elbow and dragged you to the side. He forcefully pushed you into the small bathroom by the guest room, slamming the door behind him and locking it in one smooth movement.

Now it all made sense. Nerves and anxiety washed over you, but the good kind. You were bursting with emotion, shivering from every joint as your juices finally started running down your legs. You licked your lips and waited for instructions from him, ready to do absolutely anything he'd tell you to.

"Why don't you show me what you're made out of, hm? I wanna see how fast you can make me cum with that pretty little mouth of yours"

And that was all you needed to hear before you dropped to your knees in front of him, drooling like a good little girl as you watched him undo his pants. Your eagerness got the best of you. He looked divine, especially from that angle. His thick thigh inches away from your face, his metal hand playing with his belt, his hungry eyes staring down at you, his rugged breathing and the perverse view of his cock straining against his clothes.

Thank god he was fast, because you didn't know how to control yourself anymore.

When he finally pushed his underwear down and leaned against the wall, you were ready to show him what you were capable of. You wrapped your arms around him, settling your palms on the back of his thighs and sloppily took his cock into your mouth.

"Holy shit-" he cried out loud when you first sucked on his tip, bucking his hips and clenching his thighs.

Eagerly working him from between hollowed cheeks and with your tongue pressed to the underside of his hardening member, you proceeded to look up, innocently blinking at him. The corner of Bucky's mouth tilted upwards, perfectly expressing the immense amount of satisfaction he was getting.

When the strain on your neck became noticeable, you slipped his cock out of your mouth and wrapped your hand around his base. With delicate and experienced flicks of your tongue against his slit, you worked on shattering his self control, getting more and more wet as his breathing started to accelerate.

"Fuck, Y/n, you little slut-" he gasped, bringing his hand to rest on the top of your head.

You knew what he wanted, but it wasn't his turn to make decisions. Instead, you ignored his gesture and lowered yourself further between his legs, wrapping your lips around his balls. You sucked slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure that you hoped would drive him up the walls.

"Doll, so good. So, so fucking good" he panted, his cock nearly twitching in your hand as you kept pumping along the length.

Pulling back when your neck needed a break, you settled in front of him again, this time mouth open, and placed his tip on your tongue. No physical pleasure from that, but no amount of shadow could hide the pure bliss in his features. Just having you there, on your knees, with his cock on your tongue, was exactly what he needed to see.

"Come on, baby. It's not gonna suck itself" Bucky grunted, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You nodded eagerly, but he stopped you before taking him back into your mouth. "All the way down, ok? Take my cock all the way down your throat, and when you feel like you can't anymore, go a little further"

You nodded again.

"And don't worry, I'm here to help you, doll"

You wanted to mumble a 'Thank you' but didn't get to, since he hurriedly curled his fingers around your roots and forced your head down his cock.

The feeling of your throat expanding around him reached your core in no time, making you shiver under his hold. You crumbled to the floor, your knees weak from the sheer feeling of it all, blinking wearily as he kept you down.

A mere few seconds had passed before, out of nowhere, Bucky pushed you off of him and looked to the door, eyes wide with shock.

"What happened?" you mumbled, wiping your chin.

"Thought I heard something"

"You locked the door" you reminded him, "No one's gonna catch us. And that's a bit of a shame, if you ask me"

"Huh?" Bucky frowned.

"I wouldn't mind people seeing me with your balls in my mouth"

His mouth fell open. "You dirty, little whore"

Wrapping your hand around his cock, you licked his tip and looked up, "Don't act like you don't like that about me"

"I absolutely fucking love it" Bucky scoffed, "Don't know what could have possible made you think I don't like it"

"I was just saying"

"Just.. stop talking. Put that mouth to better use for me, ok?"

"Yes, Daddy" you teased and wrapped your lips around his tip again.

"You little-" Bucky started cursing as he shook his head in disbelief, before a rapid knock against the wooden door made your heart stop.

"Buck?" your father's voice echoed around the bathroom, "You in there?"

Without even thinking twice, Bucky forced you back all the way down on his cock, completely blocking your air supply.

"Yeah! I'm in here!" he yelled as you struggled to keep quiet and muffle the way your body desperately begged for air.

"Have you seen Y/n?"

"Nope"

The panic that was running through your veins had your oxygen burning faster than normal, the tears in your eyes being the first sign of it.

"I can't find her anywhere" you dad went on.

No matter how much you tried and how much training you had, in that moment right there, you found it impossible to fight your gag reflex. Before you knew it, a choked down whimper erupted from your throat, forcing Bucky to cough, loudly, hoping to cover you.

"I haven't seen her, man. But, urgh-" The way your throat convulsed around his cock made Bucky weak too, way too close to his release to be able to sound inconspicuous. "Can I- can I have some pr- privacy now? Please? Just - just a sec"

"Are you feeling ok? Do you need-"

"I'm fine!" Bucky yelled. "I'll be out in a sec"

It was not like you were able to hear anything or even concentrate, but as soon as it was clear, Bucky let you off his cock, as he fell back against the wall and you stumbled into the sink.

Gasping for air, you heaved under his stare, eyes wide in shock. "You know I could've kept perfectly quiet without your cock blocking my throat"

"Where's the fun in that?" he panted, getting ready to finish on his own.

"No!" you stopped him, crawling back to him, "Let me!!"

"Just open your mouth" he grunted, and you obeyed.

It took him approximately 30 seconds to reach his orgasm, his hot cum landing perfectly on your awaiting tongue. His moaning and his breathing, and the way his face contorted through endless expressions of pure bliss, had you neatly coming yourself.

When he was done and after you proudly swallowed all that he had to offer, you stood up to fix your lipstick while Bucky cleaned and dressed himself back up.

"Your best friend called. She's having an emergency, you need to get there as soon as possible"

"What-?" you gasped, confused for just a second before you realised there was no way that could have been true.

"Yeah, and I'm not feeling well, so I'll head home. I can drop you off if you want"

And that was what you told your parents. That they couldn't find you earlier because you were talking on the phone with your best friend, reassuring her that everything would be fine and that you'd meet her as soon as possible.

Your parents weren't happy about it, but they didn't shy away from thanking Bucky a million times for offering to drive you. After a sappy round of goodbyes and promises to visit more often from now on, your parents finally returned to the party while Bucky led you to his car.

Once you got in, you didn't even manage to put your seat belt on before Bucky grabbed your chin and forced his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, tasting every inch of you. He dominated the kiss as you melted in his hold, moaning against his lips before he pulled away.

"Been waiting to do that since I first laid eyes on you"

"What stopped you?"

"Had a feeling it wasn't a good idea" he laughed, starting the engine, "Saw what you did to my dick. It was all pink. Don't know how I would've explained lipstick all over my face to your parents"

"Well, excuse me for not wearing blow job proof lipstick to my parents barbecue"

"You're forgiven" Bucky teased, squeezing your thigh as he pulled out of the driveway.

"But why are we leaving though?" you questioned, "You know I have my own room upstairs, right?"

"I know, I know.. but next time we're nearly getting caught, I don't want it to be by anyone who's seen you in diapers"

You burst into laughter, "Oh god, you're right, yeah, that makes a lot of sense! But where are we going?"

"You'll see"

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