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laraplisetski · 3 years

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Dating Oikawa Tooru.

A/n: So I wrote this because I love Oikawa Tooru. Yes. Also I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. Please send in requests.

Words: 1345

Tags: @imthatchishiyasimp

(also Oikawa with this hairstyle is immaculate)

Okay first of all pda.

Like have you seen this man, he thrives off of it.

He likes to have his arm around your shoulders or waist

(depends on your height)

He's the jealous type so if anyone stares at you for too long or they give you a compliment he’ll call you by your nickname

(which is probably something very cheesy and just yk how people call their s/o’s something like pooh bear or sweet pea- I'll stop I'm cringing so much while writing this.)

Continuing on he’ll also pull you in for a kiss to make the person staring uncomfortable.

It'll be like really long and sensual to the point where you'll get embarrassed because

tOoRu we’Re iN puBliC

After he's done he'll whisper like a light ‘I love you’ in your ear. Grab your hand casually and walk away like nothing happened.

Three minutes later you recover from that and you're like

‘Why did you do that’

‘Because your my s/o’

‘It's not like you to randomly kiss me- ohhhh’

‘What’

‘Were you jealous’

And this bitch just straight up says no as if he wasn't being jealous like 5 minutes ago.

Then hell distract you with something like a ice cream shop or a café or something

(I'm sorry Tooru. I love food just a bit more than you.)

This isn't all when ya’ll are at your house.

This boy, he can't keep his hands off of you.

Cuddles are like a big thing

If you start cuddling with Oikawa Tooru there's no getting out of it.

Like he wants cuddles after school, after practice, after everything

Also back hugs!!!

My love for back hugs is back again but like yes

You would be getting water in the kitchen and he would come up behind you and just give you a back hug

Beware Tooru isn’t letting go after hell just cling to you after that.

Also when he gives you back hugs he just like to smell your hair and like take in your scent

(it's not creepy I swear)

Also he loves trying out new hairstyles on your hair.

Sorry people with no hair or extremely short hair.

So you guys have movie nights or nights where you both sit down and analyze an opponent's game.

Usually the latter is more serious so for dates you go with movie nights.

Movie nights with Oikawa Tooru are amusing to be honest

He has this habit of adding his own comments to a movie your watching and it can be really annoying at times but sometimes his comments are really funny and they make you laugh

Also you guys invite the team over and put on some live volleyball matches and then bet on whos gonna win

You side with Iwa cause Tooru’s guesses are wrong most of the time

He gets really pouty after that but Iwa just like slaps the back of his head and then he's fine

Also side note, you both are simps for Iwa.

He takes you on dates which isn't really surprising since yk you're in a relationship but there's a catch.

He drags Iwa with you guys on like 1.5/10 of your dates.

The point five is when Iwa leaves in the middle.

But its not annoying it's actually really fun

Also did I tell you that you both simp for Iwa because oh ma god.

Anywaysss

Couple outfits!!!!

Like if you refuse to wear couple outfits boi will be sad

But you agree to wear them after he gets very sad ;-;

After you wear them get ready for like a fuck load of selfies cause Oikawas gotta show you off right

You guys usually go on dates on the weekends or a Monday cause there's no practice if I remember correctly.

I personally think that Tooru loves shopping so you guys will walk around a shopping mall, Tooru buying some trinkets or clothes from here and there and since Tooru paid for the clothes and stuff you pay for the food!

And you certainly don't mind feeding your boyfriend or buying food for him but Tooru please eat less. Imma go bankrupt.

If your dates aren't on the days there's no practice then you usually take a walk around town after club activity ends.

You guys go get ice cream and you have a ritual that you have to pay for ice creams in turns.

If you leave your jacket at home or at school and your feeling cold in one of your walks, he doesn't give you his jacket without getting a kiss or hug

Also i just thought of something

He would totally bear hug you when you were feeling cold.

Ps. He would also ask for your jacket if he left his

Tooru would definitely be the type of person to send goodmorning and goodnight texts.

Beware they contain a fuck load of emojis.

Like Goodmorning _____-chan 😍😘😍❤🥰😘

He would also come pick you up from your house and have a small chat with one of your family members.

One time he didn't come pick you up cause the club was starting early that day and you didn't mind.

You knew that Tooru doesn't eat breakfast usually when his club starts early so you made something for him to eat and you went on your way.

Now dating Tooru is like the best thing because he's so caring and kind but it also come with his fangirls *sigh*

So you walked into your school and as you were about to turn towards the volleyball club they cornered you

Lucky you there was no one in that hallway as well.

‘Why would Oikawa-senpai choose you? You're pretty ugly aren't you.’

‘I mean I don't really understand why the whole volleyball club would like you as well’

One of them gasps and points a finger at you

‘You dont think shes sleeping with all-’

‘Shut up’ ,a voice comes from behind them.

It's Iwaizumi, Thankgod.

He pushes through them while giving them glares, gestures you towards the volleyball club and walks you there.

He proceeds to tell Tooru about how his fangirls were acting.

After that incident Tooru never let you out of his sight and if his fan club did something that made you uncomfortable he would scold them right there and then.

But enough of story time.

Before going to games he would give you a kiss on the forehead and he would have a whole monologue about how your love will help him win and all that shit but before he can start you give him a kiss on the lips and tell Iwaizumi to drag him away.

Cheeky bastard would point at you before doing a serve and when you're attending his energy would be 120% and he would be on his a-game.

If Seijoh loses a match the team would all come to your house and have a little sleepover.

That would be one of the times when you would just lay with Tooru in your bed and you just let him bury his face in your shoulder and let him cry his heart out.

Okay I have to stop I'm making it too angsty.

His team would be so grateful for you like 1. You can deal with Tooru and knock some sense into him 2. You bring them food. 3. You're just a really good person.

First time Tooru introduced you to them they asked you if he had bribed you lol.

You have inside jokes and secret handshakes with the team and someone's jealous.

Bonus points if you play volleyball yourself, you can help them with practice then.

Like set to Kindaichi or toss him a ball and let him try to improve his line shots.

Or block against Kunimi and tell him ways to evade the block

Maybe you could spike some balls Tooru sets for you as well.

Enough rambling tho

Honestly Tooru would be too much practice/10

#oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyū!!#hq oikawa #oikawa fluff #i really enjoyed writing this #anyways #bye😃

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etlunainmorte · 4 years

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"I have,... something for you." He said as he grabbed something from his bag. You eagerly waited as he searched, and when he finally handed you a pack of popcorn, you couldn't help but smile.

"You bought this, V?" You asked him as the smell of butter reached your nostrils.

"Yes. We haven't finished Endgame, have we?"

"Come to think of it, no, we haven't." You admitted.

V smiled as he reached for his bag once more, producing a stuffed tiger from it and giving it to you, reminding you of,...

"Is this,... did you win this at the carnival?"

V proudly hummed. "I have,... quite a skill with,... should we say,... sniping?"

Oh, God, he remembered! You happily thought. He remembered I have a really bad aim and couldn't win the stuffed tiger at the carnival.

"And that's not all." V said.

"Hmm?"

"I went fishing."

"Oh, you did?! What happened?"

"I caught a boot."

"YOU DIDN'T!"

V laughed, the sound of his low voice sending warmth all throughout your whole body. In fact, you have never felt so warm in your entire life. And when he handed you a single boot from his bag just for laughs, you fell in love with him all over again.

"I - I never thought this is possible, oh my!" You confessed through fits of laughter, however, at this point, the smile on V's face vanished. You noticed this and went silent as he took the boot from your hands and upended it, making a small velvet box the color of your eyes fall from it. Then, he went down on one knee and opened the box, revealing the most beautiful ring with an emerald attached to it.

"(Y/N) (L/N)," V declared. " ... will you marry me?"

***

I See My Future Before Me - The ENDing

***

There really was a wedding, yes. And a most memorable one, at that.

All of your friends and loved ones came to the small, and yet special, event. Together, you celebrated the most important day of your life.

The wedding took place in a small, charming garden where V's favorite flowers bloomed. Kyrie, Lady, Trish, and Patty all helped you to choose the perfect wedding gown. Unfortunately, the ones they chose for you didn't feel comfortable on your skin ( Kyrie's being too covered, Lady's being too flashy, Trish's showed too much skin, and Patty's looked a bit too modern for your own taste ). Nico, Alicia, and Cagliostro all helped with the decorations. Petya supervised the buffet, even helped you and V choose the perfect menu ( from the sumptuous appetizer down to the luscious dessert ), and Natasha volunteered to be the wedding singer ( she made it sound like you don’t have any choice and she even refused to say she's hyped up about being a first - time wedding singer ). Dante, by the way, was thoughtfully shoved to the side by Nero, who knew full well that his uncle would only mess things up and destroy everything should he decide to help with anything, at all. The younger Devil Hunter, on the other hand, was tasked to usher the guests to the venue. Morrison graciously volunteered to call for one of the Ministers from Swan Lane, the neighboring city of Red Grave, where most of the state's churches were. Griffon ( who still swore too much ) and Shadow ( who looked far too old carrying around an Elmo plush ) were forced to take literacy, manners, and etiquette one - oh - one crash courses, courtesy of the haughty Miss Natasha, herself, for the social event. Little Eva was chosen to be the flower girl, and Sister Christina was chosen to be the Matron Of Honor.

And so, on the eleventh of May that one, bountiful and beautiful year, you and V were married.

V, who had his waist - length snowy white hair cut for the special event, waited for you at the arc of azaleas and white roses, his Best Man, Nero, who was wearing his grandfather's coat and tie ( which he honestly detested ) for the event, standing just next to him.

A few moments later, the bride, on the arms of the Best Man, Dante, who was forced to wear his father's coat and tie ( which he honestly detested ), finally came, making heads turn around in awe and wonder.

Dressed in a sheer, form - fitting immaculate, white gown with floral patterns made of silk and lace, and with a long chiffon train that brushed the carpet of flowers that led towards the arc, you walked towards your one, true love, who was waiting for you.

His eyes wide with love and adoration, and his heart pounding with excitement, V watched as you walked, your serene movements and perfect poise catching the eyes of him, and everybody else.

His breath was,... simply taken away. And no one could blame him.

For, now, standing next to him and lovingly looking up at him was the most beautiful bride he has ever seen.

And she will be together with him, at last!

Dante reluctantly, and with a visible pout, gave your hand to V's waiting one, and the ceremony finally began.

Vows of eternal love and devotion were exchanged, rings were exchanged, heavily rogued cheeks were stained with running mascara, manly sobs were heard all over the place, teary eyes were wiped with handkerchiefs of all forms and colors, noses were sniffed unto handkerchiefs of all forms and colors, even the Minister tried so hard to conceal his emotions.

And with that much awaited kiss, the crowd went all wild and emotional with celebration.

There was dancing ( Trish and Lady took the center stage and wowed the audience ), partying ( Nero isolated the pouty Dante and drank whiskey with him, instead ), games ( Patty and Nico managed to beat Griffon and Shadow in almost every game, except for the paper dance, where the familiars cheated and used their powers to win ), photo ops ( strangely enough, people were all drawn to Nightmare because they thought it was a very realistic - looking sculpture, and chose to have selfies with it instead of the newly wed couple, making its multiple photos viral on social media ), and, of course, the much awaited feast ( Petya fed the guests until they were satisfied and beyond, making sure that they would leave the event with bulging stomachs ), and the amazing five - foot ( not five – tier ) wedding cake decorated with fondants of azalea and white roses ( which V, who was secretly a huge cake and sweets fanatic, was gladly able to fully take home with you, the guests being so full because of Petya that they weren't able to partake of the dessert, at all ).

Ahh, truly, it was the most amazing day ever.

And that amazing day was followed by weeks of blessedness, months of fruitfulness, and years and years of prosperity.

All beside your dear, darling, and faithful husband.

However, those years, despite being happy and full, took a toll on your body.

"Happy anniversary, my love." V greeted you that one, sunny morning, kissing you on the forehead and offering you your breakfast in bed.

"What a surprise! Thank you, V." You answered as you allowed him to hold your wrinkled hand.

"Anything for my one, true love." The man whispered to your ear.

However, no matter how happy you looked, no matter how many times you showed him your smile, he knew you were anything but.

And he knew why.

Standing in front of a mirror after that hearty breakfast, the two of you looked at each other's reflection, just like what you've always done every morning since the beginning of your married life.

"You,... look so handsome." You said as you gazed at your husbands features.

"And you, my dear," V exclaimed as he lovingly took your hands in his and placed a tender kiss on them. " ... you are the most gorgeous person I have ever seen."

To this, you chuckled and simply shook your head. "You're lying."

"I'm not!" V chuckled as he tried to kiss your cheek. However, his face fell when you took your hands from him and turned away. "(Y/N)?"

"Yes?" You asked monotonously as you took away the dishes and placed them on the sink.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong - "

"(Y/N), I know something has been bothering you." V urged. "Tell me, please."

You chuckled and turned to him.

But, your eyes,...

... they didn't look cheerful, at all.

"There is nothing wrong, V."

There was a moment of silence after those questionable words you just uttered, and after those tense seconds, he walked closer to you, tried to hold your hands, and touch your face.

But, still, you wouldn't let him.

With your back still turned away from him, you finally let out those thoughts, those,... fears,... that have been crushing you all those years ago.

"Leave me, V." You simply said.

And this alarmed the poet. "What?! I'm not going to leave you, (Y/N)! I promised you! I will NOT,... LEAVE YOU!"

With tear - stained eyes, you finally looked at him. And this only confirmed V's worst fears.

"Look at me!" You said to him in such a broken voice that wrecked the poet's heart. "I'm old! And wrinkled! And,... not me!"

"But, I love you, (Y/N),..."

"And look at you! Still,... s - still so young and strong and,... "

"(Y/N),..."

"We don't look,... okay together! You can't go on loving,... a grandma like me!"

"Listen to me, please,..."

"V, I love you too, I really do. But, I have to let you go. You still have a wonderful and long life ahead of you."

In a futile attempt to make you listen to him, V tried, once more, to hold your hands.

And you still refused. And this made him beyond depressed.

So, just like that, he left.

And you haven't seen him in three days.

Of course, you were sad upon this separation but, you have to accept that you can't be together with V now. He has a life ahead of him. He could even move on and be with another person should he decide it.

V,... deserved so much more.

But, being all alone,...

... it made you so, so sad,...

And as you woke up that morning without him by your side, you couldn't help but let out the tears of sadness and heartbreak.

Wiping your tears away with your fragile hands, you cried, "I miss you so much, V,..."

"Mom!" The door suddenly opened and in came your daughter, Avery ( now a very proud mother of twins who looked exactly like Dante and Vergil when they were little ), who looked so, so happy despite this dreary situation. She noticed your pitiful state and came forward, giving you a tender hug and a pat on the back. "Oh, mom. Don't cry. We're here for you."

"Oh, dear,..." You went on, letting your emotions out on your sweet daughter. "It's just that,... I missed your father so, so much."

"Oh, mommy,..." Avery sighed. "Alright. You should get dressed. We're going somewhere."

"What? Why? Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise!" She said, taking your hand and making you get out of bed. "Come on!"

And so, you let yourself be led by Avery and her husband, Roman, towards that old garden where you and V got married many, many years ago.

Thinking it was a really bad joke, you said, "You two are gonna give me a heart attack. Please, tell me what's going on."

"We have a surprise for you, mom." Avery said excitedly.

"This way." Roman said, gesturing towards the gazebo where you and V danced on your wedding day.

"What is this, really?" You, being an old and cranky person, asked one more time.

Avery simply rolled her eyes. "I told you! It's a surprise!"

"It's our gift to you." Roman, who was the softer of the couple, answered. Then, with tender hands, he gently led you towards the gazebo.

"Dear, I'm too old for these surprises." You told Roman along the way. "Won't you have any mercy to me?"

"Haha! Well, I'm pretty sure you'll love this." The man made you turn towards the gazebo, and what you saw there made you feel really strange. "Happy anniversary, mom."

The moment you heard the simple greeting from the young man, another man, who looked the same age as you ( or even older ) turned towards you, smiling at you as if you were his long lost lover, or something. It seemed as though he has been sitting there inside the gazebo, waiting for you for a while.

In fact, his gorgeous green eyes never left yours.

"Ahh, can I,... ahh,... help you with something?" You asked the old man as you entered the gazebo.

However, he didn't answer you. Instead, he stood up from his chair, leaning against a metal cane, and took out a very familiar – looking, worn out book. He opened it, and smirked,...

"I,... have no name." His voice, despite it cracking a bit, sounded clear and beautiful. And oh so heartbreaking. "I' am,... but two days old,...

“Just kidding. You can call me, V.”

You giggled at the poem, finally realizing who this man was.

Of course! How were you able to not notice?!

"Y - you're anything but two days old!" You laughed, feeling your tears leave your tired, burning eyes.

The old man chuckled, his beautiful green eyes gleaming with so much mirth and gladness. Then, he went on reading.

"Little Lamb,... who made thee,... dost thou know,... who made thee? Gave thee life,... and bid thee feed. By the stream,... and o'er the mead. Gave thee clothing of delight,... softest clothing,... wooly bright. Gave thee,... such a tender voice,... making all the vales rejoice! Little Lamb,... who made thee,... dost thou know,... who made thee?"

The old man, still relying on his old metal cane for support, walked towards you and softly laid his hand on your face.

To him, you were still,... the most beautiful woman on earth,...

You were crying so much but, still, he went on reading despite his blurry eyes. "I went to the Garden of Love,... and saw what I never had seen: a Chapel was built in the midst,... where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut,... and thou shalt not writ over the door. So, I turned to the Garden of Love,... that so many sweet flowers bore."

"Azaleas." You said as you laid your hand on his. "And white roses."

"Yes, azaleas and white roses." The man answered as he wrapped you in his arms. "You remembered my favorite flowers, my love."

"Why would I forget about that, V?"

"Ahh,... I'm such a fool,..."

You shook your head as you let the old and wrinkled poet wipe away your tears. Just like how he did it whenever you cried from watching your favorite sad movies. "You're not a fool, V! Never. But,... why? How did you - ?"

"I gave the Sisters to the twins." V answered your obvious question.

"Dante and Vergil?"

"Yes. It's about time I pass them on, after all."

"But, what about you? You'll - !"

"Ssh. It's alright." V hugged you as he rubbed your back. "Power,... means nothing me,... without you by my side. I'd rather wilt away like an old rose in the Garden Of Love than live without you, (Y/N). I love you,... so much,..." Gently touching your cheeks, he, then, said, "May I have the honor of this dance,... my lady?"

And dance, you did. Just like the first time you met in that Grecian balcony.

Now, could you honestly deny this feeling of happiness with him by your side?

You and your beloved poet lived a few more years after that sweet and heartfelt reunion. And during those sweet, and yet short, years, you did everything you could think of to fill your days with happiness and adventure. And love, of course.

The two of you went to the carnival and ate junk food ( meaning popcorn, caramel apples, cotton candies, and such ). V tried so hard to win that stuffed tiger for you again by sniping ( he didn't win the plush, he won the Complete Elvis Presley Album Collection, instead ). You traveled as much as you can to many places ( with Griffon and Shadow as your two personal assistants, always there to remind you should the two of you forget where you last placed your dentures ). You went out fishing ( the boot myth was real ). And you binge watched all of your favorite movies, from LaLaLand, to Titanic, to Dracula ( you purchased digital copies of these and V kept them in his trusty one terabyte USB where he kept all of his poetry audio and eBooks ).

Those few years were simply,...the best years of your life.

But those few years,... were sadly too short,...

For there came a time when V started to forget some things. Little things, yes but, really noticeable ones, nonetheless. Not to mention his already deteriorating body. And this worried you.

Especially during that one particularly cloudy day when, out of the blue, V asked you to watch a movie with him.

"What movie would you like to see, my love?" You asked.

He opened his mouth to answer but, no words came out. You knew he has forgotten. He has forgotten his favorite movie and he was aware of this, as well but, he tried not to show it. And you couldn't blame him. He,... just aged faster than you after giving up the Sisters Of Fate's powers.

He simply took your hand and said, "Anything you wish,... my love."

As much as it worried you, you did nothing but to lead him straight to your humble living room in your small Swan Lane house where you and your family spent a lot of time watching all of your favorite shows and movies. But, not before calling Avery, Roman, Nero, Kyrie, and Nico ( Dante, Trish, and Lady were not able to come that day due to an emergency in Red Grave that they must attend to ). Even Griffon and Shadow were present.

Taking Griffon's hand, you told the loyal familiar, "Come with us, please."

Without a word, the demon nodded and followed you and V towards the living room. Griffon closed the door, but not before seeing the worried faces of your friends and loved ones.

"Come on, Dante and Vergil." The familiar heard Eva, Nero and Kyrie's daughter, say to the little twins as she took their chubby hands, leading them to their play rooms along with Shadow. Griffon turned away and finally closed the door. It was then that he saw you and V already huddled together on the sofa as the poet's favorite movie started playing on the old television.

As carefully as he could, the thoughtful familiar placed the wool blanket, which he has been carrying around since morning for his master, over V's body to protect his body from the cold.

“Thank you, Griffon.” The familiar barely heard V say. “For,… everything.”

Just from the other side of the room, Griffon could hear the weather forecast being broadcasted on the radio. Apparently, a storm really was coming, according to the reporter. And according to the same reporter, the storm came from Red Grave, of all places, where Dante, Trish, and Lady were taking care of something.

But, he's not involved in it this time.

For he,... was needed by the two most important people in his life, one of them needing him the most,...

And so, the movie ensued, despite the bad weather outside.

"There was a boy,... a very strange, enchanted boy. They said he wandered very far,... very far,... over land and see,..."

"Don't be fooled! Evil!"

"A little shy,..."

"Turn away from this village of sin!"

"And sad of eye,... but, very wise,... was he,... And then, one day,... A magic day he passed,... my way,... And while we spoke of many things, Fools and Kings,... this he said to me:

"The greatest thing,...

You'll ever learn,...

Is just to love,...

And be loved in,...

... return,..."

"I - it's Moulin Rouge!" V wheezed as he grabbed your hand in his excitement. Just like the sixth or twenty - third time he's seen it. "My favorite movie. (Y/N), dear, you remembered!"

"Of course, I do, my love." You answered.

For a few more minutes, V's green eyes watched, in awe and wonder, the wonderful colors jumping before him on the screen. He tried to say along the lines he could still remember, and sing along to the familiar tunes of the musical.

However, there was one song you knew V truly wanted to hear.

His most favorite song,...

"On Opening Night, I have to sleep with the Duke. And the jealousy will drive you mad."

"Then, I'll write a song - "

"Christian - "

" ... and whenever you hear it, or sing it, or whistle it, or hum it, then you'll know it'll mean we love one another. I won't get jealous."

"Things don't work that way, Christian. We have to end it."

"I,... want to sing it." V muttered. "Could you,... please,... sing it with me?"

"Yes, of course." You answered without hesitation.

"Never knew I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss. Seasons may change, winter to spring, but I love you until the end of time.

Come what may,...

I will love you until my dying day.

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace. Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste. It all revolves around you. And there's no mountain too high, no river too wide. Sing out this song, and I'll be there by your side. Storm clouds may gather, and stars may collide.

But I love you,...

I love you,...

Until the end of time,...

Come what may,...

I will love you,..."

"The greatest thing,..."

"Oh, God, V!" You held your beloved's hand in yours as your tears flowed out of your eyes. "I love you,... so much,..."

" ... you'll ever learn,..."

"I,... love you,..." V weakly sang, his voice getting softer and softer, his eyes never leaving yours for even a second. "Until the end,… of,… time,..."

" ... is just to love,... "

Griffon's eyes widened at that exact moment. He, then, looked down and took one of his master's hands in his as he heard your heartbreaking sobs.

" ... and be loved in,... "

It was,... cold.

" ... return."

It was then that his own tears fell,... for the very first time.

Griffon, a Demon, cried,... for the very first time.

"Rest well," He whispered as he wrapped an arm around his master's body. " ... Shakespeare."

And there's no mountain too high, no river too wide. Sing out this song, and I'll be there by your side. Storm clouds may gather, and stars may collide.

But I love you,...

I love you,...

Until the end of time,...

"He,... wasn't able to see his favorite scene." You whispered to Griffon, who, like you, refused to leave V's side after the movie has long ended.

"It doesn't matter, sweet pea." Griffon answered, his voice raw with emotion. "He was able to tell you how he felt, and that's what's truly important."

And it truly was the most important thing. V was able to tell you how he felt. You cherished those words from that day onward, always remembering how V lived as a man of honor and dignity, as a loving father, a very supportive grandparent, and as a truly devoted husband.

The mysterious man called V, who was so fond of poetry, of flowers freshly blooming in the morning, of artful grace, and of the simplest things in life,...

... was never forgotten, his name forever etched into his loved ones' hearts.

His smile,... forever in your memory,...

... until the next storm of the following year that finally brought you into his loving arms,...

At last.

***

🖤 @la-vita and @clevermentalitybeliever . 🖤

***

Many years back, in an Alternate Universe,...

"Miss Edwards,..." V called the woman's attention, slightly running to catch up to her before she could drive away.

Avery fortunately ( and finally ) noticed him and removed her helmet, turning her gaze towards him and appraising him from head to foot. In fact, she looked so surprised that a man such as V was trying to have a conversation with her.

Was it his unusual appearance?

"And you are - ?"

"V." The poet answered, taking a deep breath and leaning on his metal cane for support. He, then, straightened his back and tilted his head to the side. "You can call me V."

"Oh. What can I do for you, V?"

"About the commission - "

"Stop. Right. There." Avery pointed at V, cutting him halfway through his sentence. "If you're planning to take on the Poltergeist at my home, then you're making a HUGE mistake."

Huh? "And may I ask,... why?"

"Furniture floating and smashing about. Disembodied voices in the middle of the night. And your skinny, princess ass begging to be fed and given vitamins. Are you goddamn sure?!"

"I would like,... to see myself try." V simply told her.

The woman raised a scornful eyebrow. She knew that Dante was her one and only hope and choice. No other person in Red Grave could do it but him.

But, this man?

"So, will you take on the job, or not?"

"I would like to,... if you would allow me."

Avery furrowed her eyebrows and regarded him like he was some suicidal maniac begging to be fed to the lion. "Alright. I'll expect you tomorrow, then. Move into the house for a week. Bring whatever or whoever you need. You know my address."

"Would a cat and a bird do?" V innocently asked as he playfully twirled his metal cane in a display of confidence. This woman,... must be taught a lesson.

Avery pursed her lips and wore her helmet once more. "Sure. Whatever. I don't care. Just,... get rid of the ghost for me. I'll pay you. That I can assure you."

And with those words, she finally drove away.

Despite the question strangely bugging him, he was, in fact, feeling excited of this new mission. Yes, Dante might consider it as "small fry" but, facing Poltergeists was definitely a welcome change compared to his boring Devil Hunting routine. And he wanted so much to prove that woman wrong about him.

He was about to go back to the shop to pack what little belongings he have when he noticed Nico staring at him with wide eyes and open mouth. Apparently, she has been standing near the door for quite a while and must have heard the conversation between him and Avery. She almost dropped her groceries as she attempted to close her mouth and control her drooling.

Wait, did she look,... excited?

"Whoa, a paranormal investigation!" The Artisan gasped. "Can I tag along?"

"I don't - "

"Come on, man! Ya gotta let me!" Nico strode closer to him, flailing her arms about and almost sending her groceries flying everywhere. "This is like,... a dream come true for me! Okay, how about this: we'll split the pay 70 - 30. But, I'll be happy with nothing, though, if you don't want 70 - 30! But, come on, that's good deal, yeah?"

"Nico, I - "

"Please? I'll drive you on the way there. I will not be a bother."

V felt cornered. The woman looked really excited that he would surely feel guilty if he refused her.

Him, Griffon, Shadow, probably Nightmare, as well, and finally, Nico.

What could go wrong with this simple task of driving away a single evil spirit from someone's home with some comrades? After all, Avery did say he could bring just about anyone.

And what does her house look like, anyway? And what was the reason behind this Poltergeist's ceaseless haunting?

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THE END

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #i see my future before me alternate endings #v x reader #v x you #the ENDing

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“Did Dan get TOO TAN?”

(Sept 19th 2017 Dan liveshow timestamps)

0:03 After an awkward pause and salute: “Hello cyber friends” (instant regret and reflection)

0:29 (Dear god, don’t grab your laptop by the screen like that Dan.)

0:44 Grimace #1

1:06 No Dan, you do not look *atol* different. That tweet, title and pic are all just clickbait.

1:10 (Bronze my ass.)

1:19 Hitting us with that meme.

1:25 (Didn’t need to be in your face thanks. Teasing angles?)

1:36 “Never say Trumpy ever again, in any circumstance.”

1:45 Lovely pores and freckles.

2:00 Obviously everyone subscribes to YouTubers for their freckle content.

2:30 Livestreams are “a mistake” because of the chat clinging on to one thing and spamming it.

2:40 No probing or questioning at airport, big grin.

3:01 “The broadband is terrible but the 4G is great.” Okay…

3:17 “The toasty Dan experience”, orangish filter.

3:26 Double rhyme: “I guess that’s a rhyme, yeah that’s fine” (okay it’s a slant rhyme)

3:47 “Buttered crumpet Daniel.”

4:02 “Went to an island in the Mediterranean.” (This is exactly the answer I expected and quite frankly the only one he should give.)

4:09 “Literally did nothing for about six days, it was great.”

4:15 ‘I am Pilgrim’ book recommended by his mum.

4:30 Tricked into reading 900 page book.

5:00 Holiday was incredibly relaxing.

5:10 “Ordeal” getting there, delayed flight, three hours “traumatizing”

5:22 “Haha long boye” “literally, shins driving into my chest, bleeding” alright hyperbolic humor Dan. “Tough.”

5:38 “Violated” on flight by guy’s elbows, “no respect for personal space”, “fully leaning into me”, “didn’t even care”, “honestly an icon for all of us.” (Was it Phil?)

6:03 3 am, old driver, mini bus, cliff roads, did pre-ritual preparing for death.

7:00 “So much yogurt”, doesn’t know why.

7:05 “Assaggetti” tweet, we can shame him, “has the worst sense of humor in the world”, check it out and unsubscribe, doesn’t remember the language (Italian), apologizes, “constantly problematic”.

7:55 “Got that D from the S up above” (vitamin D, or Phil…)

8:16 Phil came on the holiday in case anyone didn’t know.

8:18 “He went from like glass to pale ivory, which is good”, “Phil is someome who erupts in freckles whenever he goes outside, so it’s hard to tell if he tans or if your eyes are just kinda like drawing the dots between the space all the freckles are, if you know what I’m saying.” (Wow, I… I’d like to think you mean what I know, but I’m not sure. Wow.)

8:37 Someone in the chat: “Nice Ursa Major on that cheek boy”. Turn, pose, laugh.

8:41 “The Bigger Dipper of my self esteem.”

8:53 Good day: watched Bake Off and answered emails, “thrilling”.

9:13 Tumblr likes, fan art, “beautiful to celebrate the great people.”

9:43 “The internet is not here”, laughs, sighs, apologizes.

9:55 Some peer pressure advice.

10:25 Had to check what his video title is.

10:35 I don’t know why he bothers to ask if we watched either.

10:55 Accept that he does things by his British calendar.

11:11 Why he didn’t he talk about uni stories when it was happening. Ashamed? Yeah, processing turmoil at the time.

11:55 Now shares traumatizing, terrifying, shameful, embarrassing stories straight away.

12:15 Rowing club guy AU… (not what I was thinking)

12:46 Laundry story: Phil was nice, Dan didn’t ask, *literally* ordered a cab, turned up with suitcase, Phil assumed he dropped out and was moving in, “I’ve had a day and I’m going to wash my socks in your washing machine.”

13:13 “If you struggle to function as a person-” (I really wish he had finished this sentence)

13:15 Asda sponsor for crying in the cheese aisle?

13:23 Pasta burn shaming (were you just never in the kitchen with your mum Dan?)

13:36 Dropping laptop so much recently.

14:00 Never taught cooking, laundry, accounting.

14:18 “No one told me shit!” (in Dan’s face again).

14:33 “What happens when I’m 23?! How do I do a tax?!”

14:54 It was ravioli (pretty sure the instructions mentioned water Dan…)

15:15 Thick as in stupid, not thicc fat booty.

15:30 “Look Fatima, we all have different life experiences, okay?” (lol)

15:36 “Ravioli ravioli, give me the death I deserveioli.” Relates.

15:45 Rihanna livestream, forehead fetishist? Wouldn’t mind if anyone leaves for that.

16:08 Not up on BTS, DNA.

16:33 Shames Eden for “let me see that pastussy” comment, “leave.”

16:45 “Love on the Brain”. He really loves Rihanna, amazing, blessing, doesn’t give a shit, casual, informal, etc. “Bitch Better Have My Money.”

17:25 Is sure BTS video with be “pure and beautiful”, expects “softly applied eyeshadow and very fluffy hair”, he’s sure he’ll enjoy.

17:38 Maybe new gaming video/livestream tomorrow.

17:45 Overcooked, ironic kitchen fire, foreshadowing.

18:08 Wasn’t sure if he should get into Chinese guy story again, but he has to.

18:13 Deep breath: “It was 4 am, I’d been you know, well hydrated that evening, but I decided I needed another drink” go into the kitchen, everyone else was asleep, guy had a whole chicken, with neck and feet, fine but surprising, tiniest pair of white y-fronts, hacked head off and made eye contact, just couldn’t, usually would awaken some kink in him…

19:39 Pool pic, shout out to friend, no consent, relaxing, absorbing sun like a lizard, *basking*, fell asleep, lucky it was a pool and he didn’t drift out to sea, sun stroke vid reference, “the bad tan”.

21:08 People saying “trying to be cute”, the double chins (really?!)

21:21 The least Dan-like photo.

21:33 Thought it would ruin his Instagram aesthetic.

22:10 Lack of other content: relaxing, reading,

22:24 Took a couple other photos, sunset selfie, “no one’s going to take a photo of me” (what the hell happened to your personal photographer?) but then people came (please post, please!)

23:40 Bake off is his life, “Noel Feilding is a national treasure”, caramel was torture while hungry, faves are Liam and not!Val (what did he whisper about Liam? Really wanted him to be…?)

24:30 *Maybe* Halloween Baking, they don’t think that far ahead about anything.

24:48 Phil’s role in Dan’s video, mugging scene took nine takes, afraid to punch him. Outtakes please!

26:03 (grimace #2) “Hello Grandma, my name is Daniel, I’m a wholesome person, that’s a very great influence”

26:16 Wachowski films

26:23 Dan floating in donut plushies would be very challenging.

26:33 Dan flips a bit at the idea that’s it’s weird to like people who don’t know who you are. Uses Ed Sheeran as example.

26:55 Scrolls past person who said they feel better when they have a dream about Dan and Phil.

27:17 Cared more about YouTube than university socializing and class, Pom Bear Massacre reference, made Tumblr account.

29:09 Chapped lips, season changed the moment he stepped off the plane.

29:42 “Okay Universe, I know I can be a bit of a downer, sometimes.”

29:51 Haley Barry Storm powers

30:08 Yes the furry blanket comes out, polyester, sad pimp, Marks & Spencer.

31:06 Ready for everything seasonal, autumnal Yankee Candle range, not haute, but fun themes.

31:31 Frisbee laptop across the room on to the bed, missed.

31:46 Candle haul, yes it is content we need right now!

32:26 Furry invasion on Splatoon, scaley, yiffing proposition, “this is a family game”, not shaming just concerned for kids, though it is hentai-esque…

33:27 Sonic: 2010 reminiscing, formatting of boxes.

34:04 Was stupid side kick, Phil being good, Dan trying to be helpful, actual just a cheerleader, Phil was disgusting, doesn’t know if Phil even knew what he was saying (of course he did).

34:38 Didn’t know uni vid was trending

34:52 Reflection (I think that’s the piano nook)

35:00 Weird because of swearing, someone at YT didn’t watch the vid, “Ah, keep doing that, don’t watch my videos, just know that I’m a good person…”

35:25 “I make great friendly content.” (grimace #3)

35:30 Explains why trending isn’t automatic. Yes, think of the children.

36:05 “But hey, I’m not bad, everything’s fine”.

36:45 “People of all genders do and don’t wear makeup”.

37:10 (I’m pretty sure that the no candles with birds is because of the fumes.)

37:25 What is with the nose touching when confirming Spooky Week? “Next video (nose touch) soon, don’t worry”…?

38:28 “Fans of everything are annoying, that’s just what happens when people are enthusiastic about stuff.”

39:19 Dan doesn’t get annoyed by different fandoms. Says more about the people being annoyed, part of their own insecurity, their lack of community, togetherness, celebration, shared experiences, jealous or sad, or maybe everyone just everyone’s annoying.

39:56 Dream Daddy: so dangerous saying Dilddy. Dan likes Damien, great taste, immaculate presentation, probably not Dilddy’s romantic soulmate.

40:31 Dan is in like ten fandoms (makes a face).

40:45 Chat: “Will Phil become a furry, what’s your fursona?” Dan: “Is it time to go?”

40:55 Has never thought about it, promises he’ll get on it soon, he knows what the internet wants from him.

41:31 Chat full of fursona suggestions. He’s going to start crying.

41:52 “A llama fucking hell.” “Look at the time.”

42:01 Going to go into a (not disturbing) hole later looking into axoltl fur suits.

42:24 Elf on a shelf meme, was going to post a Dan one, “old meme!” (Still don’t need to be up in your face Daniel.)

43:27 Really wants to go see IT, needs to see Mother.

44:04 Shut up! American Horror Story, makes him happy. Loves Sarah Paulson (is his life), feels represented by a lesbian with anxiety. Evan Peters is great, looks gross, or great depending.

45:25 His fursona should be a big bear, I agree. What a reaction.

45:46 Left comb on holiday, looks like a bush.

46:13 (grimace #4 at group chat names.)

46:20 “What is wrong with all of you?”

46:22 Glosses over diet ask. Indeed.

46:26 “Don’t call me Uncle Dan when we’re talking about fursonas.”

46:36 “If you live in Australia vote for marriage equality, we don’t need to have this conversation.” “Come on, come on Australia, sort your shit out.”

47:03 Going to “innocently Google things that are fine”.

47:22 “Me and Phil would love to come to Russia”.

47:27 Limitations of TATINOF.

47:44 Watch uni vid: “Don’t take it too seriously. Remember that most of the time I’m just trying to be funny, and if you ever want like my real feelings or opinions, just think about whatever the opposite of what I’m saying is, and that’s usually how to get to the sincere heart of whatever Dan’s talking about.”

48:13 “Stay calm, ask some senpais for some life advice and think carefully about what your fursona should be.”

#phan #dan liveshow #dan and phil #dan livestream #dnp timestamps

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justrae2010 · 7 years

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Half the World Away

Phichuuri Week Day 3 - Mutual Pining

Honestly, Phichit wasn’t entirely surprised when Yuuri called him a month into moving in with Victor, choking back sobs down the phone. His heart ached, but he wasn’t surprised.

“I-I think he h-hates me.”

Phichit fluttered his eyes shut, listening quietly to Yuuri’s soft sobs down the phone line. He wondered what it was this time, what Victor had said - or hadn’t said - to send his best friend into a spiral of panic. Poor Yuuri. It wasn’t the first time either. But hearing Yuuri’s crying for himself was very different to just knowing it was happening half the world away through his best friend’s emotional texts.

“He doesn’t hate you,” Phichit said firmly. Because it was true. “You’re just getting used to each other. It takes time, okay? Remember how long it took us to get used to living together?”

A strangled chuckle answered him.

Something in Phichit’s heart constricted at the sound. “Just give it time,” he breathed, the invisible rubber band around his chest pulling tight. “He loves you. And you love him.”

And not me , Phichit added silently in his head.

In St Petersburg, Victor pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to cling onto his patience. “Look, Yuuri, it just really bugs me okay,” he said, calmer than he felt. “Can you please just help me with the dishes now.”

It wasn’t a big deal. It really wasn’t. It was tiny and stupid and Victor had just suddenly snapped because it was the hundredth time in a row, and there was only so much irritation he could take.

The dinner plates were stacked in the sink, used pan still on the stove from making dinner. Sure, there wasn’t much washing to do and it wasn’t exactly a huge mess; but it was in a place where it shouldn’t be, ruining the perfect image of Victor’s immaculate kitchen just by existing. He knew Yuuri would do the dishes eventually tonight, but Victor just wanted the mess gone. Every second it was there plucked on his nerves like a guitar string.

“I-I’m sorry.” Yuuri trembled in the kitchen in front of him, tears practically pricking in the corners of his eyes and fingers picking at each other nervously in front of him. “It’s just that when I lived with Phichit, we always did the dishes later and I guess that’s what I’m used to so I just - I didn’t think - I’m sorry! I… I’m sorry ...”

Dammit, Yuuri was crying again. He cried a lot. Victor hadn’t been prepared for how much Yuuri cried - even in his sleep! Tiny beads of moisture leaked from his eyes when he was tired, tickling the skin on the back of Victor’s shoulder when they were curled up in bed in a way that had him leaping out of the sheets at the sensitive feeling. He hadn’t meant to make Yuuri cry for real when he’d asked about it, but somehow he had.

And he was running out of reassuring words.

Especially when Yuuri mentioned his old room mate every five minutes.

Victor’s jaw tensed, a nerve jumping subtly. “You’re not living with Phichit,” he said stiffly. “You’re living with me.”

Yuuri clenched his fists at his sides, digging his thumb nails into the inside of his palms to distract himself from the heat pricking behind his eyes and the tightness in his chest. The tone of Victor’s voice said it all. He wasn’t going to comfort Yuuri tonight. He didn’t have the patience. The thought just made Yuuri’s breath hitch even more though, praying more than anything that he could just blink and be anywhere else in that moment.

Like Bangkok.

His teeth snagged his lip at the thought, biting back the unexpected ache in the left side of his chest. The more he thought about it though, grey eyes and black hair swimming in his mind… yes, he thought with a trembling lip. Bangkok. It lingered in his mind long after Victor’s lecture, feeling about as tall as an ant by the time the Russian was done with him.

Victor slunk off to the bedroom when he was, taking Makkachin with him. Yuuri stayed hunched on the couch in the front room though, face illuminated by the dull glow of his phone as the natural light started to crawl away.

He didn’t remember living with someone being so hard. Back in Detroit it had been practically effortless. The only arguments he’d remembered from Detroit were when Yuuri had beat Phichit at a video game, Phichit had playfully tackled him in victory, and spilled Yuuri’s dark soda on his favourite white shirt, and… no, that had ended up being a laugh, not a fight. They just didn’t fight. Not like he and Victor. Everything had just worked, clicked together on instinct.

Somehow Detroit felt more like home than Victor’s St Petersburg apartment did. He almost wished he could go back. Almost.

The picture of him and Phichit in their old dorm glowed happily from the wallpaper of Yuuri’s iPhone, happy smiles beaming from behind his apps until Yuuri clicked open Instagram. Phichit’s smiling selfie grinned back at him, the Bangkok rink over his shoulder.

Yuuri tapped the like button, wishing he could see that smile without the pixels.

Instagram was suddenly the last thing Phichit wanted to see as the new notification buzzed on his phone, bent ridiculously over the boards around the edge of the rink to read it. His feed was drowned in Yuuri Katsuki. Yuuri cooking; Yuuri sleeping; Yuuri smiling; Yuuri reading; Yuuri not even aware his picture was being taken as he pinched a roll of chub around his middle and pulled a dissatisfied face. It wasn’t the subject of the pictures that bothered Phichit though. Yuuri was his favourite thing.

But Yuuri in Victor Nikiforov’s St Petersburg apartment, half the world away… not so much.

He’d known it was inevitable - Yuuri and Victor were engaged for heaven’s sake! - but knowing it still didn’t quite prepare him for the reality.

Phichit missed him.

A lot.

More than he expected.

The Bangkok rink was busy behind him and Phichit was just waiting for the yell from Celestino for him to drop his phone and get back to work, but Phichit just couldn’t help himself. He hated the pictures - and loved them. Every single one. Because they had Yuuri, just in the wrong place.

It hurt more than he knew it should, teeth snagging on his lower lip to hold back whatever was welling in his chest. Whatever it was, it burned.

A new picture buzzed onto his feed from v-nikiforov. Yuuri. Again. Blushing bright red as Victor nuzzled the tip of his nose into the side of his cheek, eyes scrunched up in embarrassment - no doubt, half a second before Yuuri buried his face in his hands. A smile twitched over Phichit’s lips. He remembered the warmth that radiated off of a flustered Yuuri, the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

His thumb hovered over the heart button on the Instagram app, his gaze lingering on the adorable plump of Yuuri’s cheeks. He couldn’t bring himself to press the button though.

Another week later, air whistled sharply in and out of Yuuri’s lungs, blinking up at the ceiling through the water welling in his eyes. Every gasp breathed down the phone line to Thailand.

“I don’t know what I did...”

He honestly didn’t. He couldn’t remember if he’d forgotten to crack the bathroom window open after his shower, or left the toothpaste on the side instead of in the cup, or put the TV remote on the wrong side of the table because Victor normally liked it on the right hand side, but Yuuri -

The heels of his palms pressed into his eyes and he took a deep breath. It was shaky. Salty. The wetness of his tears clung to his lips, chapping his already dry mouth.

Victor had gone.

There hadn’t even been much of a fight this time; Victor had just snapped something irritably at Yuuri while the blood pounded too loudly in Yuuri’s ears to hear what he was being said to him, grabbed Makkachin’s lead and left the apartment with an unnecessary slam of the door. It had made Yuuri shudder, chill crawling down his spine.

The sad thing was though, the apartment didn’t feel any different without Victor in it. He wanted to say it felt cold and empty, and Yuuri felt too alone without Victor there with him...only, he felt like that all the time. If anything, it was better being truly alone. He didn’t have to walk on eggshells so much, counting down the time until he inevitably did something wrong that broke Victor’s sanctuary. He always did something wrong, after all.

He lay spread eagle on the bed, limbs stretched out in a way that he could never feel free to do when Victor was around. Phichit wouldn’t have minded, Yuuri couldn’t help thinking. A few crinkles in the sheets wouldn’t even get a second look in their old college dorm.

In Victor’s perfect apartment though…

Yuuri’s teeth snagged his lower lip, blinking up at the light hanging from the ceiling. It looked startlingly similar to the one from his college dorm.

He missed being with Phichit. He missed the way they lived in sync, one cooking while one cleaned. He missed the way they slotted into their favourite places in the bed, draped casually over one another in an effort to keep them both comfortable. He missed being smiled at. He missed being teased about his posters of Victor and the way Phichit would kiss his pout away like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Maybe there was a reason idols were kept on a pedestal. A reason why they were supposed to be unreachable. Close up, the magic faded away. The cracks in the picture showed.

Hot tears rolled down Yuuri’s cheeks, pooling irritatingly in his ears and wetting the iPhone screen against the side of his face. Teeth snagged his bottom lip. He could feel words swelling in his chest, words that he knew he should bite down, keep to himself since he was in Victor’s apartment and to say them aloud to Phichit in the way he meant them would just be - “I miss you.”

The words rolled around in Phichit’s head, Yuuri’s voice whispering to him long after the phone call ended. His hand stayed by his ear though, phone bowing in his loose grip. It was wrong. It was so, so wrong since Yuuri was with Victor and Phichit was in Thailand, but it was how he felt and -

…. Phichit missed Yuuri too.

Yuuri blinked, but all he saw was a blur. Tears blurred the rest of the world around him and blood pounded in his ears, drowning out everything else. Where was he?

He wasn’t even sure.

Out - that much he could tell. He wasn’t in the apartment anymore. Voices mulled around him, dull and crowded; too many to make out any specific conversations. Bodies moved around him, blurred figures paying him no heed as he stood gulping down his tears in the middle of… where? The distant strained whine of an engine droned in his ears and Yuuri gasped. The airport? He’d come to the airport?

His face dropped into his hands, smudging the delicate trail of his tears messily over the rest of his face. He couldn’t believe this was where he’d brought himself.

A voice louder than the others spoke out over the building suddenly, feminine tone echoing slightly. Russian . Yuuri didn’t understand Russian. He didn’t understand a lot of things. This whole country was a mystery to him, even the man he moved here for.

Victor had shouted at him.

Sure, he knew he and Victor did little things that annoyed each other. Yuuri knew that. But Victor had never shouted before. It had been loud, and blunt, and thoughtless, red blotching over the Russian’s face and down his neck as Victor had just lost it back at the apartment. Even Makkachin had bolted, whining from Victor’s bedroom - no, their bedroom.

Only it didn’t feel like theirs. It felt like Victor’s and Yuuri was just a nuisance, putting things out of place and struggling to shake his old habits.

Yuuri’s fingers were shaking as they pulled his phone out of his coat pocket, dialing the number he knew from muscle memory more than anything else. He glanced down at the screen, tears splashing down onto the lens of his glasses. If he couldn’t see squat before, he certainly couldn’t now. His breath hitched at the dialing tone, holding the phone to his ear and lifting his eyes back to the shapes blurring around him.

The phone clicked after four rings. “ Yuuri ?”

Just hearing his voice sent shock waves through Yuuri, sucking in a shuddering breath and scrunching his eyes shut. They were pretty useless at that point anyway.

“Phichit?” he choked back. He could barely stand to say the words, every one sticking in his throat liked barbed wire. There was no point lying to himself though, let alone Phichit - he was at the airport for heaven’s sake! It didn’t get much worse than that. “I-I think it’s over.”

Saying aloud made it real. Too real. Yuuri’s teeth crashed down on his lip harder than ever and he tasted the metallic tang of blood pooling slowly against his tongue. More tears welled in his eyes, spilling over his cheeks and dripping messily off his chin. He didn’t care. Nobody was bothering to pay any attention to the crying boy in the airport anyway. He wasn’t even sure how he’d gotten here…

“ Oh, Yuuri…”

Yuuri ran a hand over his face, rubbing his sore eyes under his glasses. He’d done a lot of crying the last couple of days, all leading to the inevitable crescendo.

“What happened?”

A humourless chuckle broke through Yuuri’s lips, tasting the salt of his tears on his lips. He wasn’t sure he could say what happened.

So many of his and Victor’s fights had been confusing for him, flat out not understanding what Victor’s problem was half the time. Even when Victor told him what he’d done, he still didn’t get how those little things he did could upset the Russian so much. Then came the snapping, and the ranting, and then English went out of the window as Victor raved in his mother tongue instead. When the latter had started to become more common in their arguments, Yuuri had realised Victor was giving up. He knew Yuuri didn’t know Russian. He knew Yuuri couldn’t understand what he was saying - Victor didn’t switch back to English though. Sharing the problem was irrelevant when you had no intention of trying to fix it.

Something caved in Yuuri’s chest at the realisation, shoulders hunching over. The worst bit was he wasn’t even that upset about Victor. If he was honest with himself, he was more upset about the fact that he was alone. Really alone.

The last argument he remembered was from the kitchen, Yuuri walking back in as he heard his ringtone sing out and finding Victor holding his phone in his hand, face white. It had been a strange blend of shocked and angry. A furious flush had bloomed over his pale cheeks, darkening dangerously with every ongoing beat of Phichit’s assigned ringtone. Somehow, Yuuri knew Victor had been looking at the phone long before it had starting ringing. Perhaps he had seen the call log, and the one name that flooded his call history nearly every day.

Yuuri could hardly tell Phichit that though. He just couldn’t say it. How could he even say it? ‘ My boyfriend broke up with me because he was jealous of how much I talk to you and the unspoken thing we have between us. Help?’ . He groaned just thinking about it - only it jumped into a hiccup, more tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

“I’m at the airport.” he said instead, swallowing the thick lump in his throat. What was he going to do now? He couldn’t just run… could he? “I can’t believe it…”

“Yuuri, it’s okay. I’m here.”

Yuuri’s lip started to quiver again. It suddenly dawned on him that he had left his boyfriend, in a country that was alien to him and - damn, he didn’t even have his wallet with him. Fingers combed roughly through his tangled hair, fighting off the waves of panic starting to build. “I know- y-you’re always there for me, but-” but you’re half the world away, Yuuri finished in his head.

“No, Yuuri, I’m… I’m here .”

A frown nudged into Yuuri’s brow, breath hitching. He blinked. “What?”

“Turn around.”

Yuuri’s blood chilled.

He turned slowly on his heels, phone glued to his ear…until his arm dropped limply down to his side, numb fingers barely holding onto his iPhone. Even through the smudge on his glasses and the blur of tears, he’d recognise that mop of black hair and shimmering grey eyes anywhere.

Yuuri stepped forward - and broke into a run the second his trainers hit the floor. A broken sound choked from him when Phichit did the same, arms open wide. They crashed in a tangle of limbs, arms hugging, fingers grasping and faces burying into shoulders to anchor the other in place like they might disappear if they let go. It was impossible… but Phichit was here.

Yuuri’s phone clattered to the floor with an alarming crack, but he suddenly didn’t care. Phichit was more important than the phone. And Phichit was here - in Russia! For him…

Fingers cradled the back of his skull as he sobbed into his best friend’s shoulder, letting all the longing, all the pain and pining finally bubble forth to the surface. It was messy, and pathetic, and embarrassing. And Yuuri didn’t care.

It was Phichit.

They were together again.

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jinjikook · 7 years

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I Dare You (M)

word count: 4.5k

genre: smut; college AU + part time model!hyungwon

pairing: reader/hyungwon

summary: it was a simple party and everything was going fine until minhyuk decided it’s time to spice it up. his idea? it ends up making you and your ex-crush hyungwon get a lot closer than you could’ve ever imagined.

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How did you get here?

You kept asking that question over and over again as you sat on the bed, across from your old friend Hyungwon, who was seated at a rolling computer chair on the other side of the room.

He fidgeted in the seat, adjusting his jean jacket for the third time in the last 5 minutes. He was dressed immaculately, as usual. He was a part-time model and student, paying through college with gigs where he’d advertise products or clothes all while brandishing his already too-good looks. It wasn’t fair, really, how you struggled at your own dental assistant job, dealing with crying children and impatient customers while he just put on expensive clothes and took selfies to put on his multi-thousand follower Instagram.

Despite how good looking he is, you couldn’t do what was asked of you just minutes prior.

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“Okay Y/N, truth or dare?”

Flashback to approximately 15 minutes ago, when you were just a regular girl at a decent party. It wasn’t too loud or crazy, except for Jooheon and Jackson screaming like banshees, but that was normal for them so it didn’t affect the atmosphere too much. The host’s, Hyungwon’s and your mutual friend, Minhyuk, had decided the party was dying down and something needed to be done about it.

His solution?

Truth or Dare.

It rang old memories, of your first few boy/girl parties growing up. They were customary in going through puberty, a room filled with hormonal pre-teens all nervous about being with the opposite sex and needing risky games to break the ice with. But you knew that this version was a fairly skewed one, not the mildly inappropriate games you’d play as a kid where girls were dared to hold a boy’s hand or a boy had to tell his crush his feelings.

No, this was advance truth or dare, where there was no limits, no boundaries. Laps would be danced on, friendships destroyed, all for the sake of keeping the party alive for a few more hours. There was a reason you always tried to get picked up by your parents before any of these games broke out, being too scared to even imagine what you’d be put up to. But now you’re an adult, with your own car and apartment and too independent to rely on your mother to bail you out of these things.

So you were roped into the game, a wild one indeed. Minhyuk had asked for dare and made out heavily with Hyunwoo, a dance major that you used to have a crush on before you caught sight of Minhyuk’s tongue down his throat and realized he was severely in the closet. Then Mark asked for truth, having more modesty than the others, and was asked how often he masturbates a week. To which he responded “However many times Yugyeom’s mom is in town.”

It got a resounding round of applause for the creativity along with garish laughter all around the circle. Yugyeom couldn’t make it to this party because of a test he desperately needed to study for but you already knew the group would definitely be sending him texts about the night’s events, including this one. Seulgi had to eat a banana while maintaining eye contact with Namjoon, Hani sucked a life saver candy out of Hwasa’s navel and both Hoseoks had to strip down to their underwear and stay like that for the remainder of the game.

Oddly enough, the game was actually pretty tame so far.

That is, until it got to you.

“Okay Y/N, truth or dare?”

Your mind screamed for you to pick truth, to just answer an embarrassing question about your sex life or about your feelings for someone rather than subject yourself to whatever embarrassing and torturous task you knew the group would make you do. But you didn’t want to pussy out in front of everyone, especially since the majority of the group had already picked dare, the only truth people being the ones with steel nerves and sharp tongues.

(Mark looked soft but he was dangerous and Yoongi was in no mood to be someone’s plaything for the nigh; he made that abundantly clear.)

“Dare.”

The word left your lips before your mind got the chance to reel it back in, your tongue left heavy with regret and laden with self-loathing. They were going to make you grind against someone, or take your top off, or worse: you’d have to eat whatever Hyungwon made. He was a shit cook and yet he still liked to bring things to parties, in hopes of poisoning someone for a cheap laugh.

Murmurs passed through the group, honestly deliberating on your dare since the resounding gasps around had you realizing no one expected you to pick dare. It made you a little upset that they had such minimal faith in you but you knew they had their reasons, you never expressed a love for being a wild care. You stuck to what you knew and barely took risks. This was probably the only chance they’d get to do this, so they had to do it right.

“Alright, we’ve decided to hold your dare until a later time.” Taehyung announced, leaving you beyond confused. Was that even allowed? What did that even mean?

“Wait wait wait, hold on a second. You’ll hold my dare? I feel like that’s against some type of rule or something.” You tried to defend yourself, not liking how serious they were about this. But Jackson just pointed out how your version had no rules so it was anything goes. You tried to fight them on it but they were all adamant, leaving you just as confused as before, only this time with a hint of irritation.

What you didn’t know was they were withholding the dare and waiting for whoever chose dare next, already having a punishment for the two victims.

Next was Hyungwon and you were sure he’d pick truth. He was never afraid to dish out good drama and he wasn’t a daring kind of guy. He’d probably get asked who he likes the least in this group and then start some fight that’ll probably end up on Snapchat or something. So when he responded to the age-old question with a low and rumbly dare, you were definitely surprised.

But you were mostly scared, because the sinister looks of the group all around the minute the word left his plump lips only pointed to trouble. And trouble indeed was what it was.

“I dare you and Y/N to go inside the guest room,” Minhyuk began and you suddenly regretted getting up this morning. “And masturbate across from each other.” Yup, you definitely shouldn’t have even gotten out of bed today.

You spit and sputtered, at a loss at the idea of having to touch yourself in front of your—admittedly very attractive—friend. Hyungwon seemed just as surprised, never having thought this would be his dare. You couldn’t go through with this! It was just downright insane, not to mention beyond awkward for the two of you. You did have a crush when you first met Hyungwon a few years ago, but you soon stamped down any feelings you had when you realized how much better he was as a friend and just how out of your league he is.

Hyungwon stayed quiet while you were freaking out, both internally and externally. Yoongi let out an exhale from his nose, his version of a taunting laugh while Taehyung and Wendy had already begun pulling you two to your feet.

“C’mon now, at least you two are hot. It’s not like it’s really any kind of torture.” Taehyung told Hyungwon as he pulled him to the guest bedroom, Hyungwon essentially limp and numb in his grip.

Wendy mumbled into your ear as she trailed behind them with you in tow, “Take a chance, Y/N. You never do anything fun, this is your chance! Besides, didn’t you used to have the cutest crush on Hyungwon?” Her words made you even more nervous, the feeling you thought had disappeared over the years coming back full force and making your stomach tie up in ugly knots.

You exhaled loudly, trying to protest with Wendy as she ungracefully threw you into the room behind Hyungwon, making you bump into him. She and Taehyung gave you two winks and thumbs up, before shutting the door behind them.

Thoughts raced in your mind as you wondered how you were gonna worm your way out of this, wanting nothing more than to leave. You considered going out the window but you were on the second floor of Minhyuk’s house and frankly, you didn’t want to risk a broken leg and a trip to the E.R. where you would have to tell a nurse about how you jumped out a window to save yourself the embarrassment of having to go through with a dare which entailed you to mutually masturbate with your not-so-ex crush.

“You know, they have no idea what we’re doing in here. We could get away with making fake noises until they’re satisfied. Or just look up some porn and put that out loud.” Hyungwon spoke, bringing your attention away from the window and your botched escape plan. He had a point, it wasn’t like they had cameras in here and they couldn’t just barge in.

The plan was simple: fake some moans and say each other’s names until it seemed like you two reached your climaxes. Then you just step out and never talk about it again. It was a full-proof plan. Except for one caveat.

Minhyuk burst into the bedroom unannounced, hand over his eyes until he realized you two hadn’t even started anything yet. “Oh good, you guys are still clothed! We forgot that we can’t actually see you doing this, so to prove you did it,” Minhyuk pointed to Hyungwon’s phone that poked out of his jean jacket pocket, “You gotta record something from this little ‘exchange’. If it’s sounds, they gotta be legit. And trust me, I can tell real from fake.” He winked. “And if it’s a video, well… I think that’ll be hard to fake so no worries about that.” You couldn’t believe the crap you just got yourself into. Now you had to be recorded? What if it fell in the wrong hands? Hell, with Hyungwon’s it was already in bad hands! He would never let you live it down, might even show other people and tease you endlessly. You wanted to tell both of them to fuck off and storm right out, but then Hyungwon spoke up and it made you instantly speechless. “Okay. Leave then so we can hurry up and get this over with.” He ran his long fingers through his voluminous hair and sighed, as if it was so much work to even be in the same room with you.

Minhyuk grinned happily and ran out, shooting some finger guns at you before turning the lock on the doorknob and shutting the door behind him.

“Okay, you are not recording me. I don’t trust you.” You told Hyungwon the minute Minhyuk stepped out. Hyungwon groaned and put his face in his hands, taking a seat at the rolling desk chair that was by the bed.

“Oh my god, Y/N. Can you please get over yourself just this once? You act like it’s such a big deal but everyone masturbates, it’s really nothing major—“

“Nothing major?! Chae Hyungwon, it is not normal to masturbate with someone else! Especially not people who are friends like you and I!” You exclaimed, sure that the party goers outside could hear your high-pitched frustrations.

“Listen, let’s just get it over with. You know they’re not gonna let us leave without doing this and either way, even if you do somehow worm you way out of this, you know they’ve got something way worse up their sleeves they’ll make you do instead. This is actually pretty tame considering the lot of them. I was expecting to have to send a nude to my English Literature professor or something.” Hyungwon drawled, already leaning back in the chair and looking disgustingly handsome and smug.

Why was he so good looking? It made your resolve turn to mush.

“Baby steps Y/N, I’ll take off my jacket and you let down your hair.” Hyungwon began to strip off his jacket, motioning for you to do your part as well. Since you were already wearing just a t-shirt and jeans, you didn’t have many options for the first pick of clothes. It was nice of Hyungwon to at least let you have one step before you’d have to reveal more skin to him. You pull the hair tie out of your ponytail and shook it free, running your hands through your locks to untangle them into your natural part.

Hyungwon looked illegally good in just dark wash jeans and a white tee, loose on his limber frame and yet taut at the shoulders where it was widest. His long arms laid on the armrests of the padded chair, eyes a shade darker than before as he watched you tame your hair.

He began to run his hands along his body, starting by rubbing his neck tantalizingly slow, the motion tugging his shirt down just a fraction, far enough to expose his smooth collarbones. The sight made your mouth water and you brought your thighs close together.

“Okay, for the sake of powering though, how about we don’t take off our clothes? Just do what needs to be done in the comfort of our jeans. That sound good to you?” Hyungwon asked, his voice obvious notches lower as lust clouded his mind with dirty, filthy things. You could only nod because you could clearly see a tent growing in the crotch of Hyungwon’s pants. The idea of him getting hard had you already dripping, wondering if he was aroused from the sight of you or just this idea altogether. Either way, you were going to milk this for all it’s worth.

You let your own hands roam your torso, resting one right above your navel as you settled further into the headboard of the bed. Hyungwon scoffed, impressed that you finally gave up your tightwad ways to live a little for once. His tongue darted out, wetting his deliciously plump lips. You wanted to bite them, suckle them into your mouth and leave them red and even more swollen. Hyungwon seemingly decided enough was enough and roughly palmed himself over the harsh denim of his jeans, relishing in the sweet friction his clothes gave him. A low groan emitted from his mouth and his head lolled back, hand working a continuous drag against his clothed erection. He looked sinfully gorgeous and you had half a mind to go over there and suck him off like your life depended on it. But that wasn’t what the dare called for.

So you watched carefully as Hyungwon let his long fingers drag over his member, the sound of his fingernails scraping over the denim registering over the pounding blood in your ears. His head rolled back and his half-lidded eyes caught themselves on your body, watching your every move as you squirmed against the mattress. A low chuckle came from him before he began to speak in hushed tones, “Y/N, I think you should join in on this fun too, huh? Go ahead, you can touch yourself.”

You weren’t waiting on his permission, simply taking your own time, but when he gave you the green light, you felt obliged to listen. Being ordered around made you feel even hotter, skin bubbling and boiling along with the emotions that festered inside your stomach. It felt feverish and you were certain you’d be breaking out in cold sweats if the moisture in your body hadn’t decided to pool elsewhere.

Fingers trembling slightly, they brushed over your own t-shirt, grazing the sensitive points over your bra, just on top of your nipples. The bra you were wearing wasn’t very thick, giving you minimal but still very noticeable access to give the peaks a small dose of friction. It was enough to spark your body up and send tingles down your spine. It fueled your libido, making your core ache in want. Hyungwon’s eyes never left your body as he popped open the button on his jeans, easing down the strained zipper to finally give his erection the room it needed.

Sure, Hyungwon was tall, lanky limbs and all, but you never thought about his dick size. Too long anyways, because you always tried to put a stop to those thoughts before they ran rampant for too long. But here it was, about to be freed into the open air for you to finally see and clear your theories once and for all. Was it proportionate in size? What if it didn’t measure up? What if—

Oh.

There it was, in all its lengthy glory. You had to say, it matched him well. Lean and long, combatting against his fingers as they wrapped themselves around the base of his shaft. He let out a low moan, breaking you out of your trance and you trailed your eyes back up to his face, his expression making you get even wetter. He looked like pure lust, need and want swirling in his blown pupils as his hand finally began to stroke his length in languid, long pulls.

He licked his plump, cherry-red lips and your hand found itself in front of your jeans as you sat up more. Your back was against the wooden headboard and Hyungwon watched as your hand slipped in-between your body and pants, slipping past the waistband of your lilac panties and down to the front of your dripping sex, the slight contact already making you jolt from holding back for so long.

Enough was enough, the teasing already being too much to hand as you dove straight in, rubbing circles on your clit and moaning loudly at the contact. Your juices flowed against your digits, Hyungwon wanting to lap up whatever mess you were making inside your pants but having to settle for the sweet friction his slightly sticky fingers gave him. He ran the pads of his fingers over the head of his cock, slathering whatever pre-come beaded there over his length quickly, needing something more to help the glide in order to speed up his pace. You two were already at the precipice fairly quickly, having dealt with sexual tension between the two of you for long enough.

“Baby—fuck—do your fingers feel good?” Hyungwon drawled, his tongue clearly thick with lust, making his slur his syllables in ways that made you wonder how they’d sound muffled against your core. The pet name alone made you keen and whine, your first finger slipping inside your folds and caressing your velvet insides. He smirked at your reaction, finding your buttons quick and having fun toying with them. While one hand was occupied with fucking into yourself, your other one gripped tightly at the sheets by your head, tugging and fisting the fabric into a wrinkled mess. Strangled moans left your lips as you pushed in a second digit, the fuller feeling already coaxing your release out of you.

Hyungwon’s hand pumped vigorously at his length, the filthy squelch of skin being rubbed getting louder and louder as he sped up, eagerly trying to find the release he felt burning inside him. Just the sight of you grinding your pelvis into your palm had him groaning, the sight he never thought he’d be blessed to see finally appearing before him, better than he could’ve and had ever imagined.

Your breathing grew heavier, pants and whimpers leaving your lips more and more as your hand sped up. Slick was gathered all around your hand and underwear, the sounds coming from you straight sin and it made Hyungwon double over as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. His breaths were quick and choppy, hand a blur on his cock as he nearly stripped the skin of his dick by his speed alone.

You weren’t far off either, spreading your fingers and grinding the hilt of your palm against your clit in hope to achieve your release even sooner. Before you could truly reach your peak, you heard Hyungwon doing something you thought you wouldn’t hear in a million years.

Begging.

“Wait, wait please. Just don’t—ah, shit. Fuck,—don’t come yet. Please, I… I want to taste you when you come, please just let me finish and I’ll take good care of you.” Hyungwon breathily gasped, his words hollow and broken as he continued to fist his dribbling cock. You didn’t stop your hand however, only choosing to speak instead of giving up the sweet pleasure your fingers were giving you.

“Hyungwon, I-I can’t. It’ll be a big mess, I’m already soaked and it’ll only get worse when I come,” You whimpered as you hit a sweet spot inside yourself, making the white light behind your eyelids only grow in intensity as it neared you. Your words only made Hyungwon drop his head but not his hand, still moving his palm harshly against himself.

“God, I want that. Please, just this once. Let me have you, I want to taste every drop that comes out of you, I’ll clean you up real good. Would you—oh god—rather come in your jeans and hand? It’d soak up through the light blue and everyone would know what a filthy girl you are. Or is that what you want?” His words made you clench around your fingers, tightness spanking against the pads of them and you knew you’d come if he’d just give you the chance.

Once again, he pleaded you to hold on, to just wait until he reached his own orgasm. Which took no longer than a few more seconds, a string of whimpers, whines, moans and curses spilling out of him along with your name a thousand time. You’d never have pictured Hyungwon to be so vocal but then again, everything about him so far had been quite a surprise. His release shot out of him, coating his long fingers in stringy, pearlescent ropes of come. He panted harshly, body bent forward as he fought to catch his breath in-between the shudders and tremors of such an intense orgasm.

You whimpered, wanting to fulfill his wish but not sure how much longer you could hold back. With the sound, Hyungwon finally brought himself back to reality and pounced forward, landing in front of you on the mattress. His mouth landed squarely above your navel, using his chin to push your shirt up and pepper dry kisses along your stomach as his hands fumble to yank off your pants and underwear. You were forced to pull your fingers out of you as he finally pulled the clothes off, eyes glued to your soaked sex. His eyes trembled for a moment and he let out a shuddered breath, sparing no time and diving forward and lapping at your folds. The hot muscle made you clench and jerk, hands already fisting into his mop of dark hair.

Grip tight, you held on for dear life as Hyungwon held nothing back. There was no mercy from his tongue, his sticky palm hot against your thigh and keeping you held open for him. He snaked his tongue in-between every crevice your body held, gathering your essence and savoring in your flavor. Your breath caught in your throat as hiccupped moans escaped you, words gone from your vocabulary as all you could think were curses and Hyungwon’s name.

All it took was his tongue burying deep inside you paired with the low growl he emitted at your taste and the bump of his nose against your clit to make you see stars, orgasm coursing through you and singeing through every nerve ending in your body. White-hot flashing scorching your insides and it wasn’t until Hyungwon had pulled away from you did you realize that you were gasping out his name like a prayer all through your release.

Face red and hot, you watched as Hyungwon stayed true to his word and lapped up what came out of you, tongue lavishing over your moist thighs all the way back up to your sensitive core. He pulled away and licked his lips, still chasing the taste.

“Sorry, I got a little come on your thighs.” Hyungwon murmured, voice scratchy and hoarse. You looked down to see the hand that he had once been jerking off with and came on was on your inner thigh, his slick release smeared on the skin there. He stepped off the mattress onto shaky legs, stumbling his way over to a box of tissues in the corner of the room. He returned and began to gently clean at your dirty thigh and still moist sex. With the utmost care, he finished and tossed the tissues out, aiding you in pulling your pants and underwear back up.

You smiled shyly, having trouble meeting his eyes after doing such a dirty act alongside him. He seemed to feel similarly, the two of you back to your normal, non-lust ridden selves. A few rapt knocks on the door followed by a soft voice made you two look in the direction of the noise. Hyungwon stood up and strode over, his long legs taking him there in no more than two or three steps. He opened the door a crack to find Minhyuk’s creepily eerie face smiling through the crack.

“So? How was it?” He asked, no doubt hearing everything that had happened through the walls. You buried your face in your hands as Hyungwon just tried to shoo Minhyuk away, wanting a little more time to recuperate.

“Fine, fine. But I want that recording! Otherwise, it didn’t happen so it doesn’t count and therefore, you two have to do it again! Or worse!” Minhyuk’s mischievous smile appeared once more and you brought your head out of your palms as you looked up at Hyungwon and were met with wide eyes. You both realized something in that moment.

You had forgotten to get some kind of recorded evidence.

“What, you guys got nothing?” Minhyuk asked in disbelief, though his grin never wavered which made you think he had known from the get-go. “Well, guess you two will have to do it again! Though, since you failed the first mission, let’s make the second round a little more interesting. It has to be a video recording and you have to take care of each other this time, instead of yourselves.”

Hyungwon nearly shoved Minhyuk out of the room at the words, locking the door swiftly and ignoring Minhyuk throwing his body against it as he whined how it was his party and you two shouldn’t be ruining his fun. He turned away from the door to face you, you were blushing and wide-eyed as you looked up at him.

Hyungwon sighed before meeting your eyes, a glint of something shifty in them before he smugly began to speak.

”Well, guess we better get started then.”

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a/n: can i just say i thought about hw’s outfit and thought “man, he’d look good in that.” and out of curiosity, i looked him up in a denim jacket and lo and behold i found legit the exact outfit.

either i have seriously amazing memory or have psychic powers, there’s no in-between.

#mxnetwork #mxwriters #kreativewritersnet #hyungwon #chae hyungwon #monsta x #mx #mx:hw #kpop #kpop imagines #hyungwon imagines #hyungwon scenarios #hyungwon x reader #reader insert #kpop scenarios

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