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oh-katsuki · 3 years

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Golden Boy (Izuku x Reader)

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Pairing: Izuku x Reader

Summary: Izuku was a nice boy, except when it came to you. Yup, UA’s golden boy really knew how to treat a slut like you.

Content Warnings: Dubcon, slight noncon, dacryphilia, size kink, face fucking, overstimulation, creampie, degradation, humiliation, spit kink, choking, finger choking, pet names, ooc izuku

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: I got SCARY h-word over this man and decided that I literally wanted him to hurt me and spit in my mouth. He’s too nice to not be a fucking freak, goodbye.

Anyway, thank you to @eremiie , @mikaberries , and @veroyktv for beta-reading this!! I appreciate y’all !

Izuku tormented you all through high school. It was almost shameful to admit the way that his gentle teases melted into something far more sinister as the weeks bled into months and years. What started as subtle comments turned into outright taunts and then the contactless threats no longer remained empty.

No one believed you. And who would?

Izuku was a model student and a good friend, someone with a kind disposition who wanted nothing more than to become the greatest hero. What reason could he possibly have to bully you? You’d never done anything to him.

But he did. For three years he mercilessly taunted you and it only got worse your final year.

Izuku would pinch at your thighs, sneering at you in the hallways when no one was looking. He’d snake his hand up your skirt and squeeze the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises that eventually littered the entire inside of your thigh. They looked incredibly vulgar and Izuku would torment you about it endlessly, despite knowing that he’s the one who left them.

He’d crowd you against the lockers after most people had gone home, knowing you’d be there late after your tutoring sessions.

“Tsk. Quite some marks you’ve got there.” He’d say, stepping up to you, his broad shoulders squared, a half smile creeping onto his face as his eyes studied the inside of your thighs. The marks littered the otherwise smooth skin, visible when looking at you from the front.

“You get them from slutting yourself out?” Izuku would ask, stepping toward you again. “Y’look like a bit of a whore, don’t you?”

He’d lean in close to your ear, venom seeping into each of his words as he cornered you. His hand crept up your skirt, eyes trained on yours which widened with fear as he pinched down, relishing in the yelp of pain that escaped you.

You wondered how someone like Izuku could make you feel so small and so insignificant.You couldn’t even bat his hand away as he made a fool of you, pinching at the inside of your leg with thick, calloused, and scarred fingers. It didn’t matter how tall or strong you were because it always seemed that Izuku was bigger, domineering in attitude and words. He really did know how to reduce you to a helpless thing.

It seemed Izuku was growing more desperate by the day as graduation gradually crept closer. It was like he made less of an effort to hide it, blowing into your ear and whispering vile shit to you while in class, things that would make anyone squirm in their seat. He’d start bumping into you, singling you out, making an effort to get you noticed by his friends so he could have you as a little plaything whenever they hung out.

And you let him. You let him make a toy out of you, tagging along with Iida, Uraraka, and Asui on Saturday outings, letting Izuku pinch and prod at you from across a restaurant table.

The truth was, Izuku Midoriya fucking terrified you.

So you couldn’t say no to him. To everyone else you looked like nothing more or less than one of his many admirable friends. Promising quirk and a promising future, what a match for UA’s golden boy.

You were at your wits end and by the time graduation rolled around. No one listened to you. Hell, people often brushed off Izuku’s very genuine threats as classic childhood teasing. “You’re such a good sport!” they’d say as Izuku patted your back, laughing an all too cheery “just kidding!”

How were you supposed to focus on graduation day, all dolled up in your cap and gown, unwilling to admit to yourself that maybe it was for him? Still, you found yourself automatically flinching whenever Izuku came around, eyes following him across the lawn as he ignored you in favor of photos. Izuku had a promising job offer waiting for him, and his many awards won during the ceremony earned him several congratulatory handshakes as well as pictures for the school’s newsletter.

Still, he’d catch your eye when smiling for the camera, an all to familiar glint in them. His smile made you sick to your stomach, made it churn in the worst of ways. It was doing back flips as he stalked across the lawn towards you until his sturdy frame was against yours. He leaned down, lips brushing beside your ear to whisper one final taunt.

“It’s a shame you’re not wearing that little skirt of yours,” Izuku breathed, eyes flitting over the cap and gown. “Would have liked to pinch those skank thighs of yours one last time. S’what you deserve.”

And then he stood there, watching the way tears began to crowd your waterline, threatening to spill over as three years of tormentation came to what felt like an underwhelming head. Izuku tilted his head, watching the way water stained your made-up cheeks, before taking his thumb and wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Don’t cry, doll.” He taunted, voice far too sweet for the words that fell from his lips. “I’m not near done with you yet.”

Why was his tone so comforting? So confusing that you weren’t sure if it was dread or relief that filled your senses, ears suddenly feeling clogged with water. Your eyes darted from his to anyone on the lawn who could see you, who might be watching as Izuku pushed you to tears with only a few words, until you caught Bakugou’s gaze.

Ah, Bakugou Katsuki, someone who’s done to Izuku what he does to you. It’s a bit of a fucked up little triangle because while Izuku was bullied by him and you are bullied by Izuku, you couldn’t help but hope that Bakugou would be the one taunting you, the one pinching your thighs. At least that’s what you told yourself. Maybe he’d help you, after all, he was probably the only person who’d believe you in the first place.

So once Izuku had wiped your tears with a condescending thumb and left to go partake of other party activities, you pulled Katsuki aside by the shoulder, fingers digging into the meat of his bicep.

“What in th- you?! The fuck are you doing?” Bakugou asked, eyebrows furrowed in the permanent scowl that he wore so frequently.

“Sh, look please just, hear me out.” You spoke, voice hushed as your eyes shifted around. You had the feeling that if Izu saw you with him, you’d be in for it. “I just- I really need help.”

Bakugou was about to scoff, was about to roll his eyes and walk away until he saw the redness under your eyes that the makeup couldn’t hide. The way you sniffled slightly as you asked and the way you looked to the floor. He’d never seen you like this, almost broken. It was something he’d seen often in Izuku, but something about seeing you like this made him ache.

“What?” He responded, trying not to seem too invested.

“It’s Midoriya.” Your voice grew quiet, almost in shame as you spoke the formal version of his name.

“And?” Bakugou was impatient. He cared about you but not enough to sit here for five minutes while you stuttered. “Spit it out.”

“He- he won’t leave me alone.” The words tumble from your lips so fast and before you know it, your hands are balled into fists on his chest, the material of his gown scrunched inside them in a plea. “He’s a nightmare, he pinches me and says the most awful shit to me. I- I mean, the inside of my legs and thighs are littered with bruises and n-no one believes me.”

“Midoriya? As in, ‘shitty deku’ Midoriya?” Bakugou takes a step back in slight shock.

“Yes!” You shout, far louder than you intended, pulling him closer slightly as you hush your tone in a whisper. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

He nudged you off of him, brushing off his gown. Bakugou would be lying if he said it didn’t make his blood boil. Sure, him and Midoriya had buried the hatchet a long time ago but he still wanted dirt on the guy, plus he thought it was a coward move for him to bully someone as pretty as you. Though after seeing the way your eyes get wide in fear, he can’t say that it wasn’t incredibly tempting. There was something enticing about how you looked when you begged, no doubt Izuku saw it too.

“You’re too sensitive.” He scoffed, meeting you gaze and watching the way your expression fell. “What you do is graduate and forget about that shitty extra. There’s really nothing else to it.”

You reached for him again out of habit this time, like if he turned around now you’d really be thrown to the wolves.

“N-no, Bakugou, please.” You plead again, tears once again gathering in the corners of your eyes. “I-I can’t. I just need help.”

Oh, he gets it now.

He sees what makes you so appealing, what makes it so easy to walk all over you. You looked pretty when you cried. So he leaned in, his scowl turning into a smirk before speaking again.

“No.” Bakugou’s smirk turned into an outright grin, eyes crinkling at the corners before he stood back up. “I graduated. Shitty Deku is your problem, not mine. Deal with it yourself. Just stop talking to him or whatever.”

And with a wave of his hand he was off, walking towards his group of friends. Well, there goes your life line, the one person who actually believed that Izuku was tormenting you wouldn’t even lend you a helping hand. You supposed it was too much to hope though, and he was right, you could forget… stop talking to him. Why did the idea of that suck almost as much as staying under this thumb?

“____!” Bunette locks bounced as your friend came towards you, hand outstretched in a wave before she pulled you into a hug. “We’re all going to Midoriya’s place to celebrate graduating, come with?”

You liked Uraraka. Well, you actually liked all of Izuku’s friends. They were sweet and honestly none-the-wiser to Izuku’s torments and taunts. She wore the kindest smile, eyes bright with the excitement of finally starting her adult life.

You glanced at the rest of them, eyes flitting around friendly faces until your gaze met Izuku’s. He looked upset, eyebrows furrowed slightly and eyes cold as he stood there. They all agreed, urging you to go before Izuku spoke up, smiling gently at you over the top of Uraraka’s head.

“You should come. We’ll miss you if you don’t.” The rest of the group nods their agreement, but it wasn’t them that pulled the small okay from your lips. It was Izuku, the way his eyes had a threatening glint to them as he spoke, a smile creeping into them in the most unsettling of ways. Your stomach was turning again, twisting over and over because something about the way Izuku looked at you made you squirm.

“Yay! Okay, we’re all gonna meet there after!” She smiled, taking your hands in hers and giving a small squeal. “It’s gonna be so fun!”

And with that she was bouncing off with Asui in the direction of Kaminari and Kirishima.

Izuku stayed behind, walking slower than his friends so he could bend down to speak to you. You could feel his breath against your neck as he spoke, words sending shivers down your spine. Despite the way your heart hammered against your rib cage, you tilted your head to hear him better.

“You better be there, doll.” He muttered. “It’ll be worse for you if you’re not. Be a good girl for once, yeah?”

He sounded more upset than usual, hand coming up to squeeze your shoulder hard enough to make you flinch, and when you looked up to meet his eyes, he didn’t wear his standard grin. Izuku looked angry, furious even. It made your skin crawl, made heat creep up your neck and onto your cheeks so furiously that you found it hard to see through.

All you could do was nod, fighting the pout that tried so hard to paint your face. You squeezed your thighs together instinctively at the phrase. He never praised you, not even once. Hearing the words “good girl” drip from his lips so angrily made them fly shamefully south. He gave a small laugh before walking off. It was almost like he knew, leaving you to rub at your sore shoulder.

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Why were you here? You could have just not come and then you never would have had to see Izuku again, never would have had to deal with him until one day in the future when you’re too successful a hero to pinch. Still, you wouldn’t admit it to yourself or anyone else, but you might miss him. The teasing was a nightmare but it was attention, something that reminded you that at least Izuku still saw you.

He couldn’t be ignoring you if he was calling you a slut.

You arrived after everyone and Izuku opened the door for you with a jeering grin before stepping aside to let you in, pinching at your thigh again. He noticed immediately that you wore a skirt and he didn’t have to wonder why. It was an invitation for him, of course.

You’d actually never been to Izuku’s house, so sitting in his living room eating snacks and drinking was unusual to say the least. It was surprising because beyond pinching you in the doorway, Izuku was being oddly kind.

He sat next to you, his thigh pressed against yours, but he didn’t try anything. Didn’t whisper in your ear or grab at the fat on your side. You couldn’t help but ask yourself why. Even as the latter half of the day droned on, you were on edge despite being treated, finally, like one of the group. What did you do wrong? Was he no longer interested in you? Most importantly though, why were you upset that he wasn’t pushing your buttons?

The end of the day came quickly, dark settling over the house while everyone gathered their things to leave. You’d all walk home together, leaving Izuku alone in his house. He smiled as everyone waved goodbye, bittersweet tears in his eyes as his final high school hang out came to a close. He cried at the ceremony while delivering his speech and then again at his house while Uraraka babbled on about her appreciation of UA. You can’t say you felt the same.

“Not ____.” He said as you slipped on your shoes, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll walk her home since she lives in the opposite direction. Plus, I gotta give her something.”

Izuku smiles at his friends, who all nod their understanding. They wouldn’t suspect that he’d do anything wrong, that he’d be keeping you behind to maybe, finally, torment you. What a fucked up way of thinking. The door to his house clicked shut and your blood ran far colder than you thought it would as he approached you.

“What’s wrong, doll?” He taunted, a fake pout adorning his features. “Thought I’d let you off easy? After today?”

Izuku raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes at the realization that you don’t know what he’s talking about.

“Wow, you really are a slut aren’t you? Clinging to Bakugou so shamelessly today?” He scowled looked over you.

Your eyes widened, lips parting as you remembered grabbing at Bakugou’s shirt, pulling him towards you earlier that day in a plea for help.

“Did you think he would help you?” He sneered. “Bakugou’s just like me. He doesn’t care about a whore like you. Did you think that if you pushed against him like that he’d cave? Fold because your perfect body was flush on him?”

Izuku took your face between his pointer and thumb, spitting venom at you, waiting for you to respond. His compliment flew over your head.

“N-no.” Yes. “I swear Izuku… I- I didn’t-”

“You- you- you didn’t what?” Izuku responded, mocking your miserable stutter. “You’re my toy. Pisses me off when you let other people play with you.”

And then he’s dragging you towards his room, pulling you into the cramped space and closing the door behind him. He’s muttering like he usually does, pushing you onto his bed so you’re sitting on the edge.

Why were you so relieved right now? Why was your cunt already sticky with arousal? Why did every single word he was saying to you go straight south? You take your bottom lip between your teeth trying to find a way to shake your head in protest— to get up and leave— but the movement just wouldn’t come. Instead, you hang your head, eyebrows pulled up and cheeks flushed with heat as he stares you down.

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice is barely a whisper, hardly audible over the sound of his frustrated breathing and your own rampant heart beat. “I’ve never done anything to you.”

Izuku scoffed this time, stepping forward and taking your face in his hands again.

“Haven’t done anything?” His words are venomous and his face is inches from yours, hot breath fanning across your cheeks. Were his hands always this big? “Dressing like that and saying you ‘haven’t done anything’?”

His eyes flit down to the fat of your thighs, free hand groping the flesh hungrily, hard enough that it had you sucking in a sharp breath. Izuku couldn’t take it anymore, squeezing your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours in an aggressive kiss.

Truth was, you drove Izuku batshit crazy. Right from the moment he saw you he could hardly contain himself, prancing around in that tiny fucking skirt with an ass like that. Daring to act so innocent when he was gripping the edge of his desk to keep from pouncing on you as you introduced yourself to him, as you hung all over his middle school bully, or as you flashed your hot pink panties while in class.

To him, you were asking for it and the way you played dumb only made his blood boil further. Izuku was a nice boy, always had been, but the day that he made you cry, telling you that you kind of looked like a slut in your skirt, was the day he knew that he’d have way too much fun with you.

Your eyes got so big, welled up so quickly with tears that he knew were caused by him. It made him proud, made his chest swell at how quickly he could completely ruin your day. This must be how Bakugou felt, to some degree, except chances are that he wasn’t thinking about what your puffy, swollen lips might look like when you’re choking on his cock.

He’d been thinking about it since he met you. Pushing you further and further because you were just so fucking cute when you cried and if he couldn’t consume your thoughts because you like him, then he’d have to settle for consuming them because you’re afraid of him.

You grunted against him, eyes going wide as his lips crashed into yours. You were spinning, heart pounding as his tongue dipped into your mouth hungrily. He pulled away from you quickly.

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, looking like that.” Izuku seethed. “If you’re gonna play clueless, y’might as well make use of yourself. S’what you deserve.”

And without asking he pushed you from the bed and onto your knees in front of him. You knew where it was going, knew that Izuku wasn’t going to let up because this boundary was being crossed. Still, you shamefully rubbed your thighs together, blinking up at him in confusion and arousal.

“Such a whore.” He said, freeing his cock from his pants and letting it slap against his stomach. Izuku relished in the way your eyes widened, in the way you unconsciously licked your lips. And then he’s tapping the side of your mouth with his cock, head tilted back in a taunt as he watches the way your eyes brim with premature tears. He’d show you real crying.

“Suck it.” A simple command, but one that had you shivering. He kept his hand on your shoulder while his fingers dug into it with a force that was all too familiar. is cock throbbed in his hands as you sniffled and parted those pretty, glossed lips.

Izuku didn’t wait, no, he couldn’t wait, pushing his full length to the back of your throat and beyond, groaning when it entered the tight, wet space beyond your mouth. His head fell back and his mouth fell open at the way you choked on him. Tears forced their way out of your eyes and down your cheeks as he began fucking your mouth.

“Y-you’re a real crybaby, huh?” He cooed, a lazy half-smirk gracing his face. “You did this to yourself. Such– a fucking– tease.”

He accentuated his words with harsh thrusts into your throat, drool pooling in your mouth and dribbling down his cock to his balls. It ran down your chin, mingling with tears as he continued to fuck your throat.

Izuku was big, far bigger than you expected him to be. He completely filled your throat, stretching your unprepared mouth open. You could feel the sides of your mouth pulling at his size, lips cracking as you struggled to take all of him with each of his thrusts. Still, when you looked up at him through big teary eyes, knees growing sore from the way his fist held you to the floor, other hand pulling you against his cock, your cunt grew wet with arousal.

He pulled you off him by your hair, watching the way you gasped and sputtered and sobbed. He loved the scratch in your throat as you coughed and he picked you up by the arm and crawled between your legs.

“Wearing such a tiny skirt to my house.” He spit. “You knew what you were doing, lookin’ like that with your ass out and shit.”

Izuku’s eyes scanned over you hungrily, like he’s been waiting to get you here for so long. Fuck, he still looked big, hovering over you and supporting his entire weight on one of his arms as his other hand wandered down. He flipped up the fabric of your skirt, admiring the way you flinched as his hand ran up your inner thigh.

His hands ran over your figure, squeezing at the fat of your stomach, thighs, and chest. Izuku has been dying to get a piece of you since you met, since he first laid eyes on that frustratingly sexy figure of yours that led him to spiral to this moment. His hands dipped back to your inner thigh, ensuring that your skirt was out of the way, though it was so small already that it proved no obstacle at all.

His breathing grew heavy, hand gently gliding along the supple flesh that he’s pinched so many times, marks from your final day of classes still fading. Izuku’s eyebrows were furrowed together as his hands found your panties, touching you over the fabric that was now soaked through. His eyes snapped to you so fast as he pulled the fabric aside with calloused fingers, wasting no time dipping his fingers into your soaking folds.

“You fucking pervert.” He sneered, glancing down to show you just how wet you’d gotten, all for him. “You like it when I’m mean to you? So fucking dirty.”

Izuku rubbed a swift circle around your clit and you brought your arm up to hide your face, biting into your forearm to muffle the sounds. You shook your head, squeaking out a no as his fingers curled up into you.

“You sure about that? You’re dripping.” Izuku grunted, curling his fingers with his entire forearm and hearing a moan from you. “See? Fucking slut, giving me those eyes, like a lost puppy.”

It was undeniable how you clenched around him and he let out a curt laugh of disbelief.

“Oh… you like that name, don’t you, puppy?” He dipped down to bite at your neck, humming into the skin.

You squirm beneath him but he has you caged in under, your legs unable to move around. Your stomach still turned in fear of him, but that fear was mixing with the intense pleasure building in your core. Even his fingers were a stretch and you could feel his thick cock hitting your abdomen with each aggressive curl, your mind consumed with just how good it would feel for him to break you open. After all, he’s chipped away at almost every ounce of self respect you had. In fact, he practically already owned you mentally, now he was just claiming what he should rightfully own physically.

“I hate girls like you.” He spat, fingers picking up their pace as you were sent barrelling towards your high. “Acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me. So fucking stupid. But look at you now— Your cunt is practically drooling on me— pathetic.”

You were close, hot with arousal as he lifted your arm from your face.

“Getting close huh? I can feel your whore cunt clenching. Y’wanna cum?” He grinned widely through furrowed brows.

Your eyes were glossed over, tears spilling onto your cheeks and for a moment Izuku almost felt bad for you. Still though, you were just too fun to fuck with, too fun to absolutely ruin. You looked prettier than he could have imagined right now; face sticky with tears of arousal, embarrassment, and fear. Izuku was a nice boy, he really was, except when it came to you because now he just couldn’t stop himself from ruining your cunt.

You were close, impossibly close as you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle the whiney yes that breached your lips. It was involuntarily, almost a survival response as his fingers continued making that delicious squelching sound. Those years of torment were beginning to twist. You were beginning to convince yourself that no, it wasn’t so bad, it’s okay to want to cream on his fingers and be his good girl.

So you nodded, dew-filled eyes stricken with fear meeting his predatory ones in a confirmation. He was building you up so well, your stomach turning over and over, the knot tightening and set to break. And then he pulled his fingers from you as you clenched around nothing, a blinding orgasm ripped from you all by his fingers. Your back arched up off the bed and pathetic whines left your lips.

“You’ll have to beg for it.” He smirked, sitting back on his knees, discarding your panties with a hard tug and running the head of his cock through your slick while you whimper. “Tell me you like it. C’mon. I’ll let you cum on my cock if you do.”

Right now you were certain you’d do anything if it meant you were allowed to cream over him, so you parted your lips, hiccuping through broken sobs.

“P-please Izu, need to cum.” Your voice was low and quiet.

Izuku pushed the head of his cock against your entrance, glowering down at you as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up over those perfect tits that he couldn’t get enough of. He sucked in a sharp breath, facade falling for a moment until he brought his eyes back to yours.

“You like it when I’m mean, huh? Lemme hear you say it.” Izuku gave a cruel smile, eyes darkened with lust.

“Yes! Yes, I like it.” You shout, hand coming up to grab his arm, speaking through desperate tears. “Please fuck me, please Izu.”

Izuku bottomed out in one fell swoop, hearing all he needed as he throws his head back, a groan of fucking pathetic falling lazily from his lips. He rolled his head across his shoulders, starting to move in and out of you, stretching your cunt open with each push and pull.

“So fucking tight. You a virgin?” His tongue swiped at his teeth as he relished in the stretch and the way pain wet your cheeks.

God, he fucking hated you. Hated every part of you. He hated the way your lips looked so good around him, the way your thighs squeezed so nicely around his waist, the way your tears only egged him on. It all made him want to hurt you. You brought out the worst in him. You were too fucking tempting, too easy.

You weren’t a virgin but the stretch of his cock made you feel like one. God, you could feel him in your throat as you gripped pathetically at his biceps, a plea to get him to slow down. Izuku wouldn’t listen though, pounding into your gummy walls mercilessly.

“Not gonna answer?” He laughed, low and threatening before folding your knees to your chest. “Tells me all I need to know. How many men have fucked this cunt of yours, huh? Bet it’s more than I can count on one hand.”

Izuku brought his hand up to your face once more, squeezing your plump cheeks together.

“Don’t worry, puppy. Gonna make it so you can’t take anyone else.” He spits in your mouth, forcing it closed. “Fuckin’ mine now, yeah? My little whore, always have been, right?”

You screw your eyes shut, swallowing sloppily as spit drips down your chin and tears streak from your eyes. Where did he learn to speak like this?

“Say it.”

You’re close again, so full of him, so desperate for him to give you what you want. You can’t resist him, so you might as well submit. Maybe it will make everything easier because you were finding it harder to pretend that you didn’t like it now.

“Yours, m’yours.” You choke out, hand flying to his large one to move it over your throat. “Belong only to you.”

Izuku squeezed the sides of your neck with startling force. It’s almost hateful in how strong it was but it made you whine out against him, voice raking against vocal chords that he forced closed.

“Slut. S-such a slut.” He stuttered as you clenched around him, hitting your high with a roll of your hips and a pathetic whimper. “C’mon, gimme it, puppy.”

Oh god, the pay off was unbelievable. The way you whined his name was better than any sob he pulled from you to date.You were so helpless,your body wracking with waves of pleasure and your pussy clamping down around him. This is what he saw in you the first time he made you cry— this expression. He knew you could make it, eyes big and wide, filled with tears and your mouth open in a deep moan. Fuck, he loved it.

“God, so tight. Good puppy, good fucking puppy.” He fucked into you faster, chasing his own high now as he assaulted your overstimulated cunt.

Your head spun, no longer preoccupied with the taunting or the tormenting. You were stupid on his cock, his good little puppy, like you were meant to be. You should have given in earlier, should have let him shove his dick down your throat sooner because even though you were struggling to get off his fat cock, you couldn’t, and you loved every single second of it. Izuku was only mean to you, only mean to his puppy.

You’re so overstimulated, barreling towards another orgasm and now all you can think about is how bad you want him to fill you up.

“C-cum inside.” You managed to choke out between pathetic sobs and whimpers. You’re crying for it, begging. “Please cum inside of me.”

Izuku let out a low chuckle before bottoming out one final time, shoving his thick fingers down your throat and filling you up. When Izuku came, he came a lot. It flooded your cunt before leaking out the sides where he had you split open. Izuku couldn’t hide his true nature for long, his thighs beginning to quiver and a low groan becoming a high pitched whine as he emptied his balls inside of you like he’d been wanting to for so long.

He stayed there for a moment before pulling out of you and crouching down to watch the way he spilled out of you, admiring your ruined pussy and body. You’re stretched out from him, tears staining your cheeks and cunt gaping from his cock.

And then he’s biting at your thighs, marking up the inside of your leg as you can barely manage to push out a squeal. He’s leaving the marks he’s always wanted to. Those pinches on the inside of your leg were a stand in for the ones he’d create with his teeth. He nipped at the sensitive skin before dipping his tongue into your folds to collect the mixture of him and you in his mouth.

Izuku watched the way you twitched as he cleaned you up, admiring the way your legs flinched whenever he ran his tongue over your sensitive clit. He’s much gentler now but his eyes still frightened you when he came up from between your legs to spit the mixture of cum and arousal back into your slightly parted mouth, ordering you to swallow puppy.

When you finally do— too tired and fucked out to think about protesting, he smiles— standing up off the bed and buttoning his pants with a heaving sigh.

Izuku turned back to your form on the bed, watching the way your chest heaved and the way your pleated skirt crowded at your hips, ruined cunt on display and shirt pushed up over your bitten up breasts. He made a mental note to remember to take your clothes off next time.

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hollandsmushroom · 3 years

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OMG YAY ok so what about tom doing push ups and you are getting super horny watching him, so you ask him to stop just for you to get under him and... you know, suck his dick while he's doing push ups jgbkgbkgbkh if this is too filthy for you let me know

(Mouth)Fucking Pushups

HNNNG!!!!

Word count: 1705

Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS GO AWAY! blow jobs, sweat and mouth fucking.

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“Tom!” you called out through the seemingly empty house, dropping your keys in the dish on the entryway table, the clatter sounding through the walls as you followed the faint hints of music to the basement, pushing the door open, the sounds getting louder, loud enough that you knew Tom couldn’t hear you but you still thought you would call out again.

“Tom?” you tried again but your voice was drowned out by the beat that was vibrating through the ground beneath your feet as you stepped down the carpeted steps. When you reached the bottom of the stairs you stood on the solid hardwood floor, the beat of the music even more intense against your soles. Though you normally would have been fascinated by how the feeling rose through your body, any curiosity had been replaced with a keen interest in the man in front of you. He was laid out on a yoga mat, the flesh of his belly rolling slightly as he curled his upper body up off the floor, his biceps taught against the short sleeves of his shirt, his hands gripping the opposite shoulders. His brown eyes were squeezed shut in exertion and you knew that you should make yourself known but he looked too dialectable to interrupt, you just wanted to sit and admire as a drop of sweat trickled between his pecs. You sat on the seat of the rowing machine, pressing your feet into the floor so the seat wouldn’t roll down the metal slide and watch. His knees were spread and you could see the way that his shorts had hitched up his hips, accentuating his cock through his basketball shorts, tightening on either side of his balls and it made you gulp. You felt yourself beginning to yearn for him, your mouth was salivating as you watched him, so fixated on the space between his legs and the continuing loosening and tightening of his shorts that you didn’t notice Tom sitting up, breaking open his eyes to find you sitting there watching him.

“JESUS FUCK!” He cried out when he saw you, still having thought that he was alone while he was working out. His words shocked you out of your cock lusted haze and made you jump, nearly falling off of the erg but his hand wrapped itself around yours and pulled you back to a stable position, also using you as a way to hoist himself off the floor so he stood above you, his sweaty brown curls falling in front of his quizzical orbs as he hooked a finger under your chin and brought your eyes to his, tearing your gaze from his glistening abs that were now in front of your face and you just wanted to smear your lips across them.

“Sorry for scaring you, Tommy” you utter, as his thumb brushes your cheek, your words eliciting a small chuck from Tom.

“It’s alright, love, how long were you sitting there?” he queried, wondering just how long you had been silently staring at him, well by the looks of it, admiring him, and he couldn’t help the blush that rose from his chest at the thought of you just tracing every curve of his body with your eyes without him knowing.

“Don’t actually know, but don’t let me interrupt you look like you still have things to do” he furrows his brow at your words, fully prepared to stop working out and spend time with you but you seemed pretty set on letting him continue so he didn’t argue, ducking down and stealing a kiss from your lips before returning to his mat.

His knees met the foam first then catching himself on his hands, pushing his legs back into a push-up position and dipping down. This position gave you a stunning view of his ass, how it squeezed when he bowed down to the floor, the way his grunts made it over the loud music was making your thirst for the man in front of you simply multiply. You couldn’t stop yourself, you had literally just told him to go back to work and there you were opening your mouth to ask him to stop.

“Tommy?” you called out, making him stop his actions and turn to look at you from over his shoulder, his brows scrunched with laughter.

“I thought you told me not to let you interrupt” he chuckled as he held himself in a side plank, his eyes crinkled at the corners with a smile as he watched you stand. “Whatcha doin’ love?” he asked as you laid down so your shoulder was flush with his hand.

“Giving you motivation” you insisted, pulling him pack down into a push up position by tugging on his shoulder, forcing him to fall over you.

“Was doing just fine without it” he laughed as you puckered your lips, inviting him to bow his elbows back and press down to your lips but as soon as he nearly reached them you dodged to the side, pressing a kiss under his ear, licking over the juncture very softly making him gasp. God his noises were gonna be the death of you.

“W-what was that?” he asks when he pushes back above you, elbows locking as he looks at you intently.

“A kiss” you explain, looking at him like he was dumb to cover your devilish desires, and your explanation seemed to be enough to satisfy Tom as he began to lower himself again, and this time you pressed a kiss against his collar bone, sucking lightly until he pulled away.

“Y/n” he groaned, looking down at where your head was but not it was just your hair, having scooted yourself down so you could kiss your way down his chest. His skin was salty against your lips but you didn’t mind, you cared less about his sweat and more about the fact that you could now feel Tom’s hardening cock pressing into you when he lowered down. It was pressing into your belly now as you peppered kisses down from his belly button, tracing your tongue along the waistband of his shorts.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Tom panted but you ignored him, pulling his shorts down until they were resting part way down his thighs, beneath his ball sack, his cock springing free and hitting you in the chin. You tilted your head down so your chin rested on your chest, letting his cock between your lips and rest on your tongue. You could sense Tom’s apprehension, almost able to hear the worried whimper of your name that was building in his throat but you decided to skip that part, wrapping your arms around his waist and digging your hands into his asscheeks and pulling him down, forcing him to do a push up.

His cock brushed the back of your throat but you managed to contain the gag that it triggered, letting him pull from between his lips as he pushed back up only to have you pull him back down again, removing one hand from his ass cheek and wrapping it in a searing grip around his hardon, positioning it so he would slip eagerly in between your salivating lips.

“Fuck” you heard Tom murmur in pleasure, his ab muscles were twitchin in your view as you opened yoru jaw just a little bit more, taking him in further when his body rises and falls again, he was enraptured by your mouth, focused on the wet friction of his dick against your tongue that he forgot what his arms were doing until he felt like he couldn’t hold himself up anymore.

He sat back on his knees, his cock still nestled in your mouth as he gripped onto your scalp, pulling your head forward as he began to fuck into your mouth, bringing himself closer and closer to the edge with every jerk of his hips, his tip still brushing against the back of your throat with every stroke and it was making you gag, your throat clenching around his length, the constriction a sudden shock that was enough to send him over the edge, his cum shooting down your throat and spreading across the insides of your cheeks as you sucked harder and his cock, draining him for every ounce of cum that you could possibly manage until he couldn’t hold himself up anymore. He was moaning and whining and convulsing on top of you, unable to support himself he feel forward, catching himself on his palms as he pulled out of your mouth, a choked gargle leaving your lips as cum began to drip down your now empty throat, pushing yourself up from between his legs and letting his body fully collapse onto the mat.

“Fuck” He winced, having landed on his overly sensitive cock, crushing the spongy flesh slightly making him roll over onto his back.

You looked over your shoulder to admire your work, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you laid down next to him, resting your head on his chest as you looked up into his hooded and tired eyes. Your fingers traced down his accentuated abs muscles until they reached his cock, tracing very gently over the wet and tired skin earning a couple more twitches from him as you maintained eye contact.

“If I knew that was gonna happen when you watched me work out I would have made you come to every session with me” he laughs, fingers brushing your forehead as you tried to hide your face in his chest.

“Hey, none of that” he ordered, pulling you up so you were now above him, your knees on either side of his hips and lips only centimeters apart, breath hot as your eye contact made your belly erupt into little butterflies.

“I love you” he murmurs, closing the space between the both of you slowly.

“Love you too” you assure, setting your hips down onto his and feeling his cock again. “Love this cock too” you giggle, grinding down slightly, feeling it harden.

“God, you’re gonna kill me” Tom groaned, making you cease your actions and throw your head back in laughter.

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✨SWALLOW YOUR WORDS – l.d.h.✨

pairing – lee donghyuck x female!reader

genre – smut | non-idol!au, enemies to lovers!au

warnings – switch!donghyuck, switch!reader, lap dance, cumming in pants, grinding, dry humping, cum eating, hair pulling (giving and receiving), spanking, mirror sex, protected sex (reader’s on the pill), degradation, dirty talk, bondage (belt), possessiveness (i guess?)

word count – 6.043 words

summary – it only took a couple of words to make the blood boil in your veins and being the competitive individual you are, you had to prove lee donghyuck, your all-time enemy, wrong.

note – not my best, probably could've done better, but oh well. also this was frkng hard to write, damn, and i may have changed things a bit? BUT, i think it's better like this so… hope you enjoy! btw, i got the idea while reading this, so go check it out –it's good–.

taglist – @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername

another friday night wasting your time at some random classmate’s party. you were everything but happy to be there. you didn’t even want to go there in the first place, only finding yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, drink in hand and an ugly scowl adorning your face, because of your annoying best friend.

“hey, i get it, you didn’t wanna come here when you could have been peacefully sleeping in the comfort of your room, but come on, at least try to have some fun. you’re already here anyway.” eunbin –aka your annoying best friend– said, pouting her lips in a failed attempt of looking cute.

you kind of felt bad for her, you suppose it wasn’t exactly easy to deal with your lazy ass. but still, she was supposed to love you and appreciate you just the way you were.

and most of the time she did, just not in this specific situation.

“this isn’t fun at all, i just wanna go home. there’s nothing in here for me at all.”

you brought the red plastic cup to your lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid eunbin had mixed for you. you weren’t lying, there really wasn’t anything that would make you want to stay, only a few friends of yours getting drunk somewhere in the big house you were currently in.

“come on, please, stay for me,” eunbin fake cried, and for a moment you thought she was going to give up and let you go. “in a bit the guys are gonna play something fun! we should join them, please?” as her last resort, she looked at you with puppy eyes. she was playing dirty and she knew it, you both knew you couldn’t resist them.

giving in with an exasperated sigh, you jumped off the counter to get yourself another drink from the bar in the living room. you were minding your own business until you heard him, the last person you wanted to see at the moment.

“so, i’m telling you guys, she was literally begging me to fuck her, she even moaned while sucking me off–,” donghyuck’s obnoxious voice filled your ears, making you roll your eyes. he was surrounded by a couple of other guys you didn’t know so well but were sure you had seen them before around campus hanging out with him.

“shut up already, dongdong, no one wants to hear it.” you interrupted, walking past him and towards the half empty bottle of vodka on the bar counter.

the group of boys stopped abruptly, all of them turning to look at you, ready for the scene that was going to take place in matter of minutes. donghyuck’s attention also turned to you, biting back a triumphant smirk with a raised eyebrow. he could see past you so he didn’t mind the mocking nickname you used; he could tell you were trying to irritate him enough to make him go away. but he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. he had been eyeing you all night, trying to find ways to get under your skin to catch your attention. and finally, after staying at a safe distance for a while to not spark suspicions, he got what he wanted.

“why so feisty, babe.” the cocky smirk he gave you just made your blood boil, the growing desire to punch it off his pretty face only getting stronger the more you stared at him.

“don’t you get tired of talking shit all day?” you barked, eyes trained on his body while pouring yourself a good amount of alcohol.

you were certainly going to need a lot of liquid courage to get through the night.

“you boast about girls begging for you but i think you’re just trying to hide the fact that you’re the one who has to beg to get laid.”

“i don’t beg, baby.” you rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘sure’. “also, if you’re jealous of me fucking other girls you just had to say it. i wouldn’t be against giving it to you instead.” the stupid wink he threw at you made your body shake in anger, already fed up with the conversation.

“you wish, asshole.”

“actually, i do.”

donghyuck was so fucking annoying, always teasing you and never leaving you alone. your personalities clashed constantly resulting in fights filled with screams and curses, sometimes to the extent of interrupting the class and getting the two of you kicked out of it. he enjoyed watching you struggle and suffer due to his awful pranks, so you were his favorite target. you couldn’t even have a proper date with anyone because he made sure to mess it up either by scaring the crap out of the guy or sabotaging your plans. he almost completely ruined your love life and cockblocked you forever.

you did not get along and everyone knew it.

although eunbin thought it was pure sexual tension and you just needed to get your frustrations off of you with a good fuck.

it wasn’t though.

or was it?

“let’s go hang out with the guys,” your best friend nudged your arm excitedly and you sighed, not feeling like playing anything with them. every time you decided to give in and take part in ‘something fun’ with the guys, it always ended up with you either in trouble or scarred for life.

you had a bad feeling about this all.

“ugh, fine.” she cheered and pulled you through the crowd of drunk people until you reached the basement.

the sound of laughter and screams drowned the music blasting upstairs, there were empty bottles of alcohol sprawled all over the floor and tables and a circle of people in the middle of the room. both of you joined the group with you sitting between eunbin and mark, a close friend of yours that you sadly shared with donghyuck. while you casually chatted and played around with the boy, happily laughing the night away, you could feel a pair of eyes burn holes into your skull. you didn’t have to look up to know who those eyes belonged to, as said person wasn’t even trying to dissimulate.

and by said person you meant donghyuck.

donghyuck hated the way you leaned on mark’s body, how you let his friend rest his head on top of yours and wrap his arm around your waist.

he was jealous, really jealous of your close friendship with the older boy.

mark and you had been friends for a long time now and you could even consider him your best friend, so you were comfortable around each other. you usually hugged, held hands and cuddled, he was used to you wearing his clothes –half of your closet were stolen hoodies that once belonged to him–, he even had a spare change of clothes in his room just in case you decided to drop by for an improvised sleepover. so it wasn’t surprising when sometimes when the two of you hung out on your own, people –even your friends in common– mistook you as a couple.

and the idea of you two dating made donghyuck feel sick to the stomach.

“we’re playing truth or dare, who wants to start?” seoyeon, one of your friends, spoke while looking around for someone to volunteer.

“i’ll go.” lucas raised his hand and everyone nodded, not minding.

the game went smoothly for a while and eventually, the more alcohol everybody drank, the crazier things got. mark ended up getting dared to lick whipped cream off of yuta’s chest and xiaojun had to cross-dress and dance on a table. everything was fine, you hadn’t been picked by anyone yet so you were pretty much having fun just enjoying the show.

until someone called your name.

“y/n, truth or dare?” jaehyun asked with a smirk.

he had an evil glint on his eyes making you feel suspicious. you knew you couldn’t choose truth or else everyone would make fun of you for being a pussy. and jaehyun just knew you well enough to know you weren’t going to let that happen.

you weren’t one to back down.

still, the way he stared at you made an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.

what could he possibly have in mind?

“dare.”

seems like your gut feeling was right after all.

“give hyuck a lap dance,” jaehyun said immediately after the words left you mouth, making everyone in the room shake, some in excitement and some –you– in anger. donghyuck wasn’t expecting to take part in the dare, but he really wasn’t complaining either. “thank me later babe,” his shit-eating grin only adding fuel to the fire.

fuck.

just as eunbin, donghyuck could sense the sexual tension. and unlike you, he acknowledged it.

but for him it wasn’t just that.

you two had known each other –or at least acknowledged each other's existence– for a few years now, since high school. he was forced to see you almost every day at school, so, naturally, fondness for you started growing slowly in his chest. but it wasn’t until you both left for college that your ‘enemies’ label was established.

and if someone thought he may possibly like you, they were damn right.

he did.

it all started during freshman year, when he tried to befriend you during one of the classes you shared. you seemed irritated by his advances and wanted him away from you, so after a few attempts of softening your heart, he resolved that the only way to stay close to you was annoying the hell out of you.

childish? yeah. he cared? not really.

“come here, babe.” donghyuck tongued the inside of his cheek, a smirk forming on his lips. as he saw the grim look on your face, he sprawled his legs, patting his toned thigh invitingly, eager to get things started.

the look jaehyun gave you had ‘you’re not backing down, are you?’ written all over.

“shit, i hate jaehyun, why did he have to do me dirty like that?” you mumbled angrily to eunbin and she just laughed, finding the situation way funnier than you.

“maybe tonight won’t be as boring as you thought? maybe you’ll end up getting laid.” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you only scoffed, “shut up, dumbass.”

“why did you have to do me like that, huh?!” you almost screamed at the older, taking a mental note to beat him up later. he just shrugged and threw you a wink, “asshole.”

mark patted your back to help you relax, he could see you weren’t exactly happy about your dare.

“come on, which song would you like, my lady?” lucas asked, scrolling through his spotify for suiting songs.

“or nah!” yangyang answered before you could even open your mouth. just as you were about to ask for a less sexual song, cheering erupted through the room.

everyone was pumped, adrenaline running through their veins and pushing them to do stupid stuff they would probably regret the next day after waking up hungover. and things just took a rather interesting turn, so they obviously were excitedly awaiting the next series of events.

yay, more stupid memories to regret later.

on the other hand, donghyuck was as doomed as you. he knew the song well, he knew the lyrics by heart but what he didn’t know was if he could control himself with you basically dry humping him in front of a bunch of people to the rhythm of it.

he wasn’t sure it was a great idea.

as soon as you got up to complete the dare, you heard cheering and clapping. and you weren’t going to lie, you wanted to throw yourself out of a window.

breathing deeply in an attempt of relaxing to just get it over with, you made your way towards donghyuck until you were standing a few feet in front of him.

as the music started playing, you started moving. running your finger on the surface of his clothed shoulder, you walked slowly around him, like a predator circling its prey. he tried not to follow your movements, already getting anxious by your closeness and nervously waiting for your next move.

i’ma smoke this joint then i’ma break you off.

i’d be lying if i said you ain’t the one.

you pushed his legs open and settled between them. your hands rubbed his thighs teasingly, fingers drawing closer to his crotch but not quite getting there. you took your sweet time feeling him up, softly scratching his strong arms and leaving red trails behind. donghyuck was so into it, enjoying the sight of you kneeling before him so much that his pants were already starting to feel tight.

heard you not the type that you take home to mom.

is we fuckin’ when we leave the club or nah?

i ain’t spendin’ cash for nothin’ i wanna see you take it off.

and oh how he wanted to see you take it off. all night he couldn’t take his eyes off of your figure, you looked really good in the outfit eunbin had chosen for you.

so good it was almost making him drool.

you sat on his lap, hands going to caress his toned chest and stomach. it was well-known that donghyuck exercised frequently, but it still surprised you. he felt so good you had to bite your lip to prevent a sound from coming out.

when you shifted to sit closer to him, his hands flew to your hips and you could tell his intention was to move them lower to grope your ass, but you weren’t having it.

do you like the way i flick my tongue or nah?

you can ride my face until you’re drippin’ cum.

“if you try to touch me again, i’ll tie you up,” you said with a sweet smile plastered on your face, grabbing him by the wrists and harshly dropping them away from you. donghyuck let out a startled gasp at that, obviously not expecting your attitude. with his hands twitching to grasp anything, he went to grip tightly the sides of the chair.

can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?

can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

your hips ground against his crotch at such a slow pace that donghyuck was having trouble not pushing you down on him faster. he was getting embarrassingly hornier as seconds passed and wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there, even with his friends’ eyes on you both.

donghyuck tried so hard to restrain himself from touching you. he wasn’t one to follow orders, but he tried just for you, he really did.

i’m not the type to call you back tomorrow.

but the way you wrappin’ ‘round me is a prob.

and everything was fine until you kissed him. synchronized gasps filled the room, the sudden show of affection confusing everybody. not even your intoxicated self could understand what the hell were you doing nor who you were doing it with. his breath got stuck in his throat, heart thumping against his chest at an alarming rate. his hands almost tried to bring you closer, but he realized what he was doing on time to stop himself.

he finally broke down when your mouth sucked on his tongue, making his hips grind up against yours unconsciously as his hands grabbed you by your waist, pressing your body flush against his.

that was it.

“you asked for it,” your movements came to a stop as you took off your black leather belt, sticking to your threat of tying him up if he didn’t quit it.

pussy so good, i had to save that shit for later.

took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table.

“oh shit,” donghyuck stirred under you trying to get out of the situation.

this couldn’t be happening.

“no, please,” he whimpered as you fastened the belt until it was wrapped tightly around his wrists, locking his arms behind his back. your audience was unable to hold in their surprise, some mouths falling open. he fought against the restraints to no avail, desperate to free himself, “please, let me go,” he cried out quietly, not wanting the other occupants in the room to hear him.

“stop complaining or else i’ll also gag you,” you spat harshly in his ear, done with his attitude, and he swallowed hard. as you nibbled on his lobe, you felt a strong sense of confidence. it made your chest swell in pride to see the usual big mouth jerk with a smug grin constantly attached to his face falling apart under your touch.

seems like he was the one to beg, after all.

you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music, making sure to press harder against the sensitive tip of his cock, which was already leaking precum. although you weren’t an expert, you’d given a fair share of lap dances, so you knew what you were doing.

and donghyuck could certainly tell.

don’t play with a boss, girl take it off.

take it for a real one.

you gon’ get it all.

“whose bitch are you now, huh?” donghyuck couldn’t speak properly, way too hot and bothered for his brain to come up with any smart-ass response.

you tsked disapprovingly at his lack of response.

“when i ask you a question, you answer.” your fingers tangled in his hair and with a harsh tug you forced him to look up. donghyuck was dazed, lips swollen from you biting on them, eyes glassy from arousal, and mind clouded with lust.

“yours.” he whimpered quietly, forgetting momentarily about your audience.

“good boy.”

you loved how easy it was for you to break him and leave him wanting more, to have him so putty in your hands. specially since hearing comments of other female classmates about donghyuck teasing them almost till the brim of tears was part of your day-to-day life. it felt like you were getting revenge for all of them, so you were enjoying it a lot more than anyone could imagine.

your plump lips trailed down the length of his neck, leaving wet kisses along his honey-like skin, and he threw his head back to give you more access. as you licked, sucked and bit the flesh, donghyuck could hear his heartbeat loud over the music. he usually wouldn’t let a girl suck hickeys on his skin, but the idea of you marking him while everyone watched was rather exciting.

he swore the seconds passed slower than usual. you were just halfway through the song but he didn’t know if he could survive any longer.

donghyuck felt light-headed and painfully aroused, and he wasn’t going to last long if you kept kissing him and moving your hips the way you were.

“i’ma go as far as you let me,” your movements became slower to tease him, making the poor boy want to cry in agony. his jeans felt way too tight to be comfortable and he hoped everyone could just leave you two alone to take it off.

“shit, please,” donghyuck’s eyes closed, head falling forward and hanging low as drops of sweat slid down his forehead. the room felt like an oven and he didn’t know if it was a result of the significant amount of people in such a small space, the alcohol, his choice of clothing or your body pressed closely against his.

probably the latter.

girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?

can i bring another bitch? let’s have a threesome.

“keep saying you’re a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?” you quietly sang along, pulling his face closer by his hair and grinding down on him harder.

donghyuck was going crazy, he had never expected you to be so sexy, to behave so dirtily. but he loved it, and by the prominent tent in his pants, everybody could tell he was in for the ride of his life.

you’s a ride-or-die chick, you with this shit or nah?

say you not a side bitch, you all-in or nah?

you gon’ make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?

you brought him in for a hot kiss that left his head spinning.

donghyuck was growing restless as his climax neared, he was so close he could almost taste it. he couldn’t remember when the last time he got so close to cumming only from some teasing was.

everything was happening so quickly he wasn’t able to stop himself before giving in to the pleasure.

“h-holy fuck,” with a shaky moan that you swallowed, donghyuck shot his load, staining the crotch of his dark jeans. you could feel the wetness seeping through the piece of clothing and dampening your bottoms. his hips gave a few more sloppy thrusts, legs shaking weakly and cock twitching from the confines of his jeans, before falling limp on the chair.

or nah.

as the song ended, he came down from his high. you freed him from the iron grip of your belt, the skin on his wrists was red and slightly swollen. you may have tightened it too much in the heat of the moment, but you weren’t apologizing after giving him probably the best orgasm of his life.

the bewildered expression on his face quickly turned grim as it hit him.

he came in his pants like a fucking teenager.

in a room full of people.

in front of his friends, yours and you.

his friends stood there, both confused and surprised to see donghyuck so affected by your touch. nobody had expected things to end the way they did.

“damn, are you okay my man?” johnny asked, laughing at his friend’s flustered state.

“shut up,” donghyuck answered bitterly. he shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand and shoving you inside the nearest bathroom in the house. he didn’t even care to cover the wet spot on his pants, walking with his chin up and a scowl plastered on his face.

and blame it on how riled up you had gotten from the feeling of his hard dick pressing against your needy pussy, but damn, he looked good.

“i wanna go next!” hendery spoke excitedly. you couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you or if he actually wanted you to give him a lap dance too. either way, it made your lips turn upwards in a smug grin.

once you both made it to the bathroom, he locked the door before pushing you against it, back pressed flush into the hard piece of wood. the ambience took a 180 turn, your confidence faltered slightly at the sight of his angry form.

“you think it’s funny, yeah?” he hummed angrily in your ear. “you think i’d let you do whatever you want and embarrass me in front of my friends just because you feel like it without payback?” the look on his eyes getting darker as the words left his mouth.

“if so, oh baby, you were so wrong.”

trying to test him, you decided to answer.

“you’re all bark and no bite, what else am i supposed to think?” you smirked devilishly when you saw him clench his jaw.

“you’re gonna regret being a brat,” his slender fingers wrapped themselves around your waist and with a harsh tug, he pulled you closer to attack your lips, biting and sucking on them, making your legs wobbly. he tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, probably from the liquor he had been drinking all night, and you couldn’t seem to get enough. his lips were soft and plush as they mingled with yours, teeth roughly clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, “am i?”

donghyuck hissed through his teeth as he unbuckled his pants, letting his cum-covered shaft spring free. he was already hard and you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together to ease some of the tension building up between them. his hand shot to your throat, tightening his grip until you couldn’t breathe properly, before forcing you on your knees.

donghyuck tapped his hard and heavy cock on your lips a couple of times before speaking. “open up, slut,” and you did as you were told, parting your lips and poking your tongue out, waiting for him to slide in.

but he didn’t.

he wanted you to lick him clean, he wanted to see you do as he said, follow his orders like a good girl without complaints.

“clean the mess you’ve done. now.”

the harsh tone of his voice sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. your hands immediately shot up to grab a hold of his length, but before you got too close he stopped you. confusion was written all over your face and for a moment you worried he had changed his mind.

“no hands, i want you to work on it only with that dirty mouth of yours.”

with your hands gripping onto his thighs, your tongue swiped from the base to the head of his cock, eagerly licking him clean. once you had swallowed every drop of his cum, your mouth took him whole, hollowing your cheeks, one hand massaging his balls. donghyuck threw his head back as yours bobbed at a rapid pace, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat as you swallowed around him.

when he was about to cum, he pulled away from your mouth, making you whine at the loss. wrapping his hand once again around your throat like a beautiful necklace, he forced you up on your feet. he turned you around before pulling you closer by a rough tug. your clothed ass pressed against his dick, a mixture of his arousal and your saliva wetting the cloth. your hips ground back to both tease him, desperate to feel something, anything. his hands went to the front of your jeans, rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit and a whimper fell from your lips.

“more, i need more,” you pleaded, the barrier of clothes making the feeling less pleasurable.

he surprisingly complied without resistance, dipping the digits under the restricting cloth. a deep groan vibrated against the side of your neck when he felt the wetness that had been gathering inside your panties since your dare.

“look at you, so damn wet,” his mouth watered at the feeling of your needy heat. at this point, donghyuck knew everyone had an idea of what you two could possibly be doing, and although he would enjoy returning the favour by eating you out to his heart’s content, there wasn’t enough space nor time to do so comfortably. but he swore he would make it up to you some time.

“for who is it, baby?” the answer was obvious, but still, he wanted to hear it directly from you. he inserted one long finger until it was knuckles deep inside of you and you let out a squeak, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“for you donghyuck, all for you.”

“that’s right, slut, only i can make you that wet, only i can touch you like this. you’re mine, don’t forget that,” he inserted a second finger and pumped them deeply into you.

“yes,” you breathed out softly, too far gone to fight back with a snarky remark.

although his fingers felt good and you could possibly –with a bit of an effort– cum just from them, you still wanted more. you wanted to feel the nice stretch of his cock tearing your walls apart.

“please, donghyuck.”

“what do you want?”

donghyuck knew what you wanted. fuck, he wanted it too, so bad. he had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time and now that he could finally have it, he was going to make the best out of it.

“fuck me,” your core ached to be filled so you swallowed your pride and spoke out.

“condom?”

“we don’t need it, i’m on the pill,” you rushed, stomach twisting and turning in excitement, “please, just fuck me.”

donghyuck’s eyes turned darker, lust clouding both of your minds with the only desire to fuck each other stupid. he pulled down your jeans so they were pooling on your ankles and went back to pump his fingers inside you to make sure you were ready to take him. as he entered you, you had to lean on the sink in front of you to hold yourself up or else you would have faceplanted the mirror.

“you feel so good, fuck, so fucking tight,” donghyuck growled when he was balls deep in you.

whimpers fell from your lips from the delicious stretch of his thick cock. after a few seconds of you adjusting to his size, you backed your ass into his hips to let him know you wanted him to move. he gave a couple of thrusts to test the waters before picking up his pace and you gripped the sides of the sink as he pounded into you. his mouth worked on your neck while you brought one of his hands under your shirt to play with your breasts.

“such a pretty sight, don’t you think?” he tugged harshly at your hair to force you to look at your reflection on the mirror, thrusts never faltering.

your makeup was ruined; lipstick smeared messily all over your lips from the hot make-out session, neck full of bruises donghyuck left to claim you, shirt pulled above your breasts displaying your puckered nipples while one of his big hands grabbed your boob as they bounced with every hard snap of his hips.

“you have no idea how many times i had to control myself not to pounce on you,” his eyes never left your quivering reflection, completely in love with the way your frame molded with his, “every single time you couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed and all i wanted to do was shut you up with my cock.”

“f-fuck,” his thrusts turned rougher as his free hand wrapped around your neck, tightening his grip and amplifying the mind-blowing sensations he was giving you.

your asscheeks slapped against his hips, which drilled against you at an unhuman pace, hitting the right spots with every snap and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, loud moans threatening to fall from your lips so you slapped your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds.

“don’t, i want to hear you,” he gave a particularly hard thrust to try and draw a sound out of you, “i want you to be so loud that all of our friends know what we’re doing, i want them to know how good i’m making you feel.”

specially mark.

but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“h-hyuck,” you couldn’t hold back the broken moan that fell from your lips, pleasure overtaking your body. your hands gave in and you almost fell forward, but donghyuck reacted sooner and pulled you by your hair, holding you up.

“address me properly, brat,” he growled in your ear. you felt a hard slap on your ass, the skin of the abused area stinging from the impact.

“i’m sorry… fuck, donghyuck,” your cries went straight to his dick, urging him to fuck you harder. he kneaded the flesh soothingly before spanking it again and again until you could make out the imprint of his big hand on your asscheek.

“f-faster, please,” you pleaded in a whine and he tsked, shaking his head, “such a greedy little slut.”

“what would everyone think of you if they could see you so eagerly taking my cock, mm?” donghyuck hummed, “begging for me to fuck you until you can’t walk properly?

shocks of pleasure shot through you, his dirty talk helping you reach your release faster than you anticipated. his grip on you was so tight you were sure you were going to be sore the next day. your moans turned pornographic as you neared your release, your walls squeezed around donghyuck to the point he was unable to move, so he started drawing circles over your sensitive clit to help you get off.

“let go, baby.”

and soon, his touch threw you over the edge, causing your body to shake and a broken moan to fall from your lips, legs weak as your whole weight only relied on your arms for support. he followed shortly after, grunting as he filled you up with his warm and sticky essence.

as he pulled out, a mixture of your slick juices and his seed leaked from your abused hole, dripping down your inner thighs. his fingers slid over to gather the drops of cum and opposite to your assumption, he didn’t push it back inside of you but brought the digits to your face, waiting for you to open your mouth.

“suck.”

and you did, eyes locked with his through the mirror as your tongue swirled around his fingers to lick them clean.

“fuck,” donghyuck sighed, “i didn’t know you were so dirty, sweetheart.”

and the teasing comes back.

“do you want me to remind you how i made you cum in your pants back there in a room full of people?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and he just let out a breathy laugh.

“whatever. either way, even if they didn’t have the pleasure of fucking you or at least seeing you get fucked, they surely could hear you from how loud you were screaming my name.”

“good thing mark now knows who you belong to,” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think and both of you shared a look of pure shock.

“did you just mention mark?”

“…no?”

“you did! what the fuck? were you jealous of mark?” you asked, eyes wide as you remembered the disgusted look on his face when you and mark got too touchy with each other during the game.

“i am jealous of mark.”

“what? why?”

“oh my god, you’re so dense.”

“shut up, i’m not.”

“yes, you are. i like you dumbass, that’s fucking why. why wouldn’t i be jealous if you two act like you’re dating but always deny it when questioned? i can give you my hoodies, i can cuddle you and hold your hand, i can spoil you with cute stuff. i can be your boyfriend, it doesn’t have to be him.”

everything was so weird.

you were supposed to be enemies for fucks sake.

but he looked cute with pouty lips.

“well, you sure have got a damn weird way of demonstrating it.”

“shut up, okay?” donghyuck snapped, done with trying to get you to shut the fuck up. “i just didn’t know how to approach you or talk to you at all, alright?” he sighed, a scowl forming on his face. “you always seem to be angry when i’m around.” the change in his voice shocked you, it was much softer now, as if he was afraid of you hearing it.

“hey, don’t beat yourself for it, alright?” you sighed, feeling bad for being so mean to him for no reason. because you really didn’t have a reason. whenever you weren’t at each other’s throats and you got time to observe him from afar, you saw how caring he was with his friends, even if most of the time he annoyed the crap out of them.

donghyuck actually seemed like a good guy… if you ignored his teasing.

maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

“so, would you be my-,”

suddenly, the sound of banging on the door resonated through the room.

“are you done already? i need to pee.”

you quickly fixed your clothes, embarrassed by the presence of someone outside the door waiting for you and donghyuck to get out and momentarily forgetting about the boy’s proposal. just as you were about to open the door and get yourself the fuck out of the situation, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer and whisper to your ear in a way you could feel your panties get damp once again.

“we’re not done yet, princess.”

–lia:)

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mntalbrakdown · 3 years

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Dreadful Energy

Sebastian Stan x actress! Reader

Requests open!

Mentions: of angst, and implied smut

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“Hello mama!” you say with a big grin Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh.

“That is y/n y/l/n, and I am Sebastian Stan”

“And we are doing the Wired Autocomplete Interview” you go on saying what you and your costar are about to do. You get a board from the workers behind the camera and say thank you.

“Ok, so the first question, is y/n dating Sebastian Stan," you said giving off a half-hearted chuckle.

"Straight to the point, I love it." you ignored the question and continued going on, "Also do you guys have a trash can, I don't want to throw it on the floor," they handed you a small trash can and you said thank you.

"Someone is a bit OCD" Sebastian joked

"It's not being OCD, it is being polite, continuing on, when is y/n’s birthday" you threw the paper into the trash can. "I am wondering you searched this up to find my zodiac sign, which means you want to know if we are compatible, which also means you like me, or you just wanted to know my birthday, well my birthday is on-"

"y/b/d" Sebastian cut you off, you looked at him and bit your lip, you nodded gesturing he was correct.

"what are some movies y/n will star in," you read aloud "Umm, there are a bit of projects coming up, not only films but some other things in the works, but for movies specifically, that the public shall now know, I'll be in the Black Widow movie and I'm actually starring alongside Anya Taylor-Joy which will be exciting" you can feel Sebastian's eyes burning into you.

"Ok, last one for me, what is y/n y/l/n favorite scent or smell? Great question, I hope Sebastian can answer this" you look over to him meeting his blue eyes.

"Easy, strawberry, she literally has her whole house smelling like strawberries, plus her perfume is strawberry, wait isn't strawberries your favorite fruit?" Sebastian asked

"Yes," you said through a laugh "May I break this?" you asked referring to the board, they said yes and you broke through it

“You did that so respectfully" you laughed at what Sebastian had said

"My turn! Thank you, hand me that trash can will ya'?" You put the trash can in between the two of you.

"Someone is a bit OCD" you mocked his previous words

"It's not being OCD, it is being polite, continuing on, is Sebastian Stan dating y/n y/l/n" he mocked you and then his face fell. "As much as she's a marvelous person, no," he said through gritted teeth, something in his demeanor changed, you weren't oblivious, but whenever someone says they like you, more than a friend, you always took it as a joke. He cleared his throat.

"How is Sebastian Stan so attractive" he read aloud and laughed, his laugh was contagious and made you laugh.

"Stop guys he's a Leo, you are feeding to his already enormous ego," You said while rolling your eyes. Sebastian laughed at you.

"Not everything is about zodiac signs y/n," Sebastian said with a hint of annoyance

"Of course, that's what a Leo would say," you said with a laugh, confused why Sebastian didn't take your sarcastic tone.

"What is Sebastian Stan's favorite song, umm that's a good question, I usually just listen to y/n's Spotify playlists, as much as she may be annoying, she does make a mean playlist," he said, not looking at you what so ever, he was ignoring you. He finished tearing up the questions and then later broke the board.

"Tom was right, those boards are annoying" the boards were made out of what seemed like styrofoam and you just couldn't handle the styrofoam sound. When you said that Sebastian let out a loud groan.

"Are you ok?" you asked, Sebastian of course ignoring you, you gave up on trying to talk to him, two can play at that game.

As the interview was going to a close, the air progressively got intoxicated with hatred and annoyance. You hated when people were mad when you didn't know why, especially when they don't want to talk about it.

"That was y/n y/l/n and Sebastian Stan doing the Wired Autocomplete Interview!" you ended the video off because you knew Sebastian wouldn't. You thanked everyone who was there and left, leaving behind Sebastian, after everything that happened between you and Sebastian the other day, you thought this interview would go great. Much to your surprise, all you did the night prior was talk and have fun. You got into your car, you gave Sebastian a ride to the interview, so he will need to find a ride now.

"Hey! Wait up" Sebastian said. "I thought you were going to leave me behind" you rolled down your window

"I was," you stated coldly

"Ouch," he said

"I'm not trying to waste my time on someone who is clearly mad at me" you looked at his eyes

"I'm not mad at you-"

"Oh but you are, I can read a room Stan" if words can cut deeper than a knife.

"Fine, I'll find my own way home," He said annoyed, he knew that you were right, he was mad at you. You rolled your window back up. Connected your phone to your car and started driving, you tried to distract yourself from crying.

buzz buzz buzz

"hello?" you answered your phone

"Hey, so I heard you and Sebastian are having some couple issues" Anthony joked and you rolled your eyes. "Did you find a brain in there?" Anthony joked yet again which made you let out a laugh. "Anyways going back to me, you were going to have an interview with him, but if you'd like, I can take it"

"Thanks, Mackie" you sighed hanging up

My loneliness is killing me (and I) I must confess I still believe (still believe) when I'm not with you, I lose my mind give me a sign hit me, baby, one more time. You sang along to the ...baby one more time cover by The Marias that was playing in your car. You didn't want to go home just yet, because if you did then you would overthink, and driving around is much more interesting than crying your eyes out. You stopped at a red light and waited for it to turn green. You looked at the sides of your car, your eyes met with a young man who had this look on his eyes that looked like he recognized you, but doesn't know quite where. You laughed and that's when the light turned green and you sped off.

After a while of doing this, you decided it would be a great idea to just go home. Still listening to your music and driving. When you arrive home you are greeted with rain. A bit confused as to why now it started to rain, but you took it You got your phone, got out of your car, locked it, and started to walk to your front door. To your surprise it was already open, when you walked in you saw the whole cast seated around your living room.

"Hey, how y'all doing?" you asked confused and in the middle of the circle, there was Sebastian sat. You scoffed grabbing his attention and shook your head. Running up your stairs.

"Wait y/n" Sebastian grabbed your arm making you stop, making you look at him in the eyes. Oh, those blue eyes staring deep inside you, knowing your deepest darkest secrets. They have seen it all, your cries, your laughs, the way your eyebrows knit together whenever you are confused, they have seen it all. Oh and don't get me started on those lips, they look so soft, but you will never know because you just can't bring yourself to believe he may actually like you. But that was all cut short with one simple word that leads anyone to a dead end.

"No," you said completely discarding what you have just felt by looking at the man's eyes.

"No?" he was confused the only time you said no to him was when he wanted to go on a ride on Disneyland.

"yeah, no" you confirmed your prior statement.

"y/n wait" but now it was Elizabeth

"I am not going to wait, I don't even know how you got it into my fucking house" you stated confused, everybody looked at Sebastian.

"Well, that's definitely not going to help my case anymore guys" Sebastian looked at them and then at you with pleading eyes.

"No those puppy dog eyes are not going to help you anymore, I am done."

"Why are you even mad at him?" Tom asked

"He never shows his feelings to me, he doesn't want to explain why he was mad at me when we were doing an interview, and acts like everything between us is ok. I am tired of it, and he of all people knows how frustrated I get when he doesn't talk to me. I am not a real-life Marvel character, I can't read minds, nor do I want to" You stated now looking at him. his face looked down.

"Well, fine my bad, I'm sorry that I don't know how to tell you how much I have feelings for you, how frustrated I get when any other person gets a bit too close to you that isn't me. The way I have kissed you more than once and yet you still can’t catch my drift. I thought yesterday I was finally getting somewhere and then all we did was talk and dance, don't get me wrong I love it, but I just wished you can actually read my body language to you and not just the room." He looked at you almost as if there was still much more to say but wanted to see what you had to say.

"Oh," was the only audible sound to come out your mouth and you looked around to see an empty living room once again, and a Tom at the door waving to say goodbye.

"So?" Sebastian looked at you.

"I caught your drift, or maybe I missed it, I don't know just yet, can you show me it please," you said leaning in for a kiss.

"Sure will, princess," he said and just like that, now you were his pretty princess.

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vannybarber · 4 years

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The Prenup: Part Two

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part One

Walking down the isle, you grab everything that looks remotely pleasing in sight. After you left the house, you were just driving nowhere. Having to refill your tank because you wasted all the gas, the crackhead at the station kept singing Mambo Number 5 and it made you feel slightly better. Now you were in the convenience store spending your feelings away.

You get to the pain pills and grab some Aleve. Your head has been thumping for hours now. You see a pink box and knock a couple of those in the basket too just because they're pink. Whipping over to the candy isle, you grab multiple bags of Starburst jelly beans just to spite Chris because you know he loves them. Moments later, your basket it full and you head to the front.

Tipping the basket, you dump all the contents on the counter. The cashier gives you this look and you don't blame her. You had 3 bags of jellybeans, 5 random candy bars, 2 pink boxes you still can't read out, a blue Mountain Dew, a dog toy and some Doritos. Absolutely random. The cashier scans all the junk food, but when she gets to the pink boxes, she look up at you and at your left hand.

You're in a daze, so you don't see her looking at you. Your mind was all over the place and frankly, you didn't want to think about any of the latest events. Not the prenup. Not the engagement. Not Chris. Snapping into reality, you pay for your groceries and take all the bags and walk out the store.

On the drive to the hotel, you pass the park where you and Chris met. That didn't help with your predicament at all.

Dodger had gotten off his leash because he was so excited to finally have a home. You were with your niece. She is so obsessed with dogs and wanted to meet every one. Dodger spotted her and pounced on her, giving infinite kisses.

Chris was freaking out. His dog just pounced on a two year old child.

You, on the other hand, were laughing your ass off. Your niece wasn't complaining either because she kissed him back.

He apologized profusely and you guaranteed him it was okay. You guys hung out for the rest of the day and decided to go on another date, without the kids. One date lead to many others and soon enough you'd met his whole family, vice versa, and started living with him. It was unreal.

And here you are infront of a hotel, with no ring or engagement and your fianceé almost an hour away. Oh, how the tables have turned.

You get out and receive your room key. You head up to your room and set everything down. You were so tired and worn out. Getting comfortable in the bed, you knock out almost immediately.

Meanwhile, back at your house, it's pure chaos.

"Chris do you realize what the fuck you just did?"

Scott is practically screaming at his brother, pacing around the room.

"Scott can you fucking chill? You're not helping the situation" Chris snapped back at him. Scott stops and stares at him like he's an idiot.

"We wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for your stupid choices. Tell him Ma!" He looks at her to back him up. Lisa stands up from her seat and walks over to Chris.

"Now Scott, Chris is a grown man. He can handle this situation, right honey?" Her hands are on both his shoulders, looking for him to respond.

"There you go. You always do this! You always baby him up whenever he's in trouble." He rolls his eyes. Lisa draws back from Chris.

"No, I do not. I let all of you sort out your own issues, with my advice of course. Shanna, Carly, do I baby your brother?" Chris throws his head back in annoyance.

"Um, yeah kinda.."

"Sometimes...Ma, but not all the time of course"

They say at the same time. They hated to admit it but when it came to Chris, she mostly got him out his problems. He's not used to solving them on his own. Lisa utters incoherent words in disbelief.

"That's not important right now. My fianceé just called off our engagement and I don't know where she is!" Chris interrupts, getting everyone back into focus.

"Technically she's not your fianceé if she called the engagement off, but it's whatever..." Scott mumbles with his hands up. Chris shoots him a 'fuck off look'.

"Well have you tried calling her?" Carly asks him.

"Yes, but she's not picking up. She can hold quite the grudge when it comes to her feelings." And he was right. You were very protective of your feelings and anything to harm that will be shut down ASAP.

"Well we just have to hope that she is trusting her better judgment and will come back, unlike someone in the room" Scott says sarcastically turning and sitting on the couch. Chris smacks his lips.

"Scott that's enough!" Lisa snaps.

"Well he deserves everything he's getting! He put himself in this situation. Now he doesn't have a wife and he's miserable. Could never be me."

Chris had enough. He moved quickly put his chair and into the bedroom, slamming the door shut. He sat at the edge of the bed and cried.

You had finally woken up and check your phone.

26 missed calls | 63 messages.

You text Lisa and tell her you're fine. Closing the app, you look at your homescreen. It's a picture of Chris laying on your chest asleep. His lips are parted and you're grinning in the screen. He looks like an adorable puppy. You grab your charger out your bag and plug it up.

Remembering the stuff you bought, you grab the jellybeans and open them. Seeing the assortment of colors, you go straight for the red ones. Chris' favorite. You were gonna milk this to the bone. You reach in the bag and feel one of the pink boxes you bought. Still not knowing what it was, you pull it out and read it.

First Response Pregnancy

You bought a damn pregnancy test. 2 to be exact. You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or to smack yourself for wasting your money. Many thoughts went through your mind. Should you take the tests? Should you throw it away? What if you were pregnant? That last thought gave you shivers. Pregnant at a time like this? Were you even ready?

Looking down at the test, you decide to take it. Just for the hell of it. You knew you weren't gonna be pregnant because you take birth control. Not to mention you and Chris use condoms for extra measure. Nothing wrong with being safe.

You get up, pad to the bathroom and get down to business. You do all the steps and clean up after yourself. Now you just had to wait.

You were nervous as hell. You don't know why though. There isn't a chance you could be pregnant because you didn't allow there be one. You have been beyond careful. There would be zero possibility. Or so you thought.

After what felt like 5 minutes, your shakey hand grab the test and flip it over.

| |

You freeze and your eyes dart to the information section.

Not Pregnant- |

Pregnant- | |

You look back at the results. There were two lines. Absentmindedly, you shake your head and back up until your back hits the wall. You can't be pregnant. There's literally no freaking way. It's got to be false.

You grab the other test and take it. After 5 more minutes, you check it and there's two lines also. Now you were freaking the fuck out. Both tests are positive. You rush back in the room and dig through the bag for the other box. You grab it and take both tests at the same time. Don't ask.

After another 5 minutes, you stare at the back of the two tests. Moment of truth. You flip both the tests at the same time.

| | on each test.

This is where you fall on the floor in shock and fear. You were pregnant. With Chris' child. And you guys just had a huge fall out and you're all alone. You're not ready for a kid. Especially not now.

You bury your head in your hands and let the tears fall. How in the hell were you gonna tell him?

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pregnant-piggy · 3 years

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Jo’s play

March sisters x reader

words: 1.4k

warnings: mention of a fake death

A/N: i would literally to anything to join one of Jo’s plays

The curtains around the homemade stage were closed, letting very little light in on the side behind the curtains. On the other side sat a dozen or so young girls, silently waiting for the promised spectacle to begin.

On your side however, it was not quiet as the very last preparations were being made and people were put in their place. The loud thuds of Jo’s boots were almost deafening your ears as she was walking up and down on the ‘stage’.

‘Amy, go back! They can see you like this! Beth, please don’t forget your lines again. Meg, do not fret about your dress, you look fine. y/n, remember to make your death realistic, I won’t be accepting your lousy attempts from last time!’

You rolled your eyes and crept back in the shadows, waiting for your first appearance. Amy was sitting next to you, silently mocking Jo and making you giggle. You loved Jo dearly, but in moments like these she could go a tad crazy.

Jo and Beth were hiding opposite of you in the shadows and Meg was the only one on the stage when the curtains opened. As soon as the lights hit her, she turned from Meg into Hester, the lonely queen who had lost her husband in the war and had no children to follow him up. Hester sang a melancholy song about her loss and her problem and received a great applause when she finished.

Then a sweet, little servant walked on stage, telling Hester that a young boy had arrived at the gates. The servant left again, and Hester started pondering about the possibilities this brought her.

In the background you crept on the stage, Hester’s nephew, Fabian. You were wearing a beard around your chin and a long men's coat that fell over your knees.

‘If this youngling has no family, I could take him on on my own!’ Hester thought out loud. ‘I could raise him to be the mightiest king this land has ever seen!’

Hester left the stage and you walked forward, exclaiming that this strange boy could never become the king, for that was your duty already, and you would do anything to stop him.

The curtains closed on you and a quick palace was built before act two opened with Jo as the strange boy standing in front of Hester.

‘Tell me, my boy!’ Hester said, taking the boy’s hand. ‘What is your name?’

‘My name is Marvin, Your Majesty! I am but a mere poor child from your capital city, robbed from his family and now seeking a place to stay for the night.’

‘Do not worry more, young child! I will give you a place to live,’ Hester spoke and she called the servant to her. ‘Take this boy to his chambers, I will call on him later this night.’

The servant took Marvin away from the stage and the queen was left, content with herself and her plans. At that moment, you walked back on stage, with on your hand a lovely young lady, named Katherine, whom you had intended to marry once you were king. The young lady was played by Amy, who adored her part for she could dress up like a ‘real, proper madame’.

‘Oh, Earl Fabian!’ Hester said as she noticed you and your lady. ‘Just the right person! I need to ask you for a favour, my dear nephew!’

Queen Hester asked you to take on the lessons for Marvin, as he had to learn the rules of kingship. After a moment of thought you agreed and walked off, just as the curtains closed again.

Act three opened in your chambers, where you spoke with your lady about your plan to make her your queen, telling her that you would teach Marvin all the wrong ways. Katherine was delighted and promised to help you wherever she could, before the young boy walked on stage, for his lessons.

‘Come here, my boy,’ you said and noticed the glitter in Jo’s eyes at the words. ‘I will teach you all you need to know about being a king, for I know what the Queen’s plans are for you.’

Then you and Jo performed a song as Fabian and Marvin, the first teaching the second all the things you oughtn’t do as king as though they were the right things.

‘And that, my child, is how you become a great king!’

The next act was a love scene between Katherine and Marvin. The stage had been rebuilt to a rose garden, with real and paper roses, leaves made of papers of Jo’s old books, and Amy’s drawings of flowers. On a bench, that was actually just two chairs with a sheet over them, Katherine sat and Marvin dropped to his knee, confessing he had fallen madly in love with Katherine and could not live without her love.

Katherine, being so charmed by Marvin, told him of the plan Fabian has for him, and decided that she would marry the man who turned to be king. Marvin was satisfied by that answer and vowed he would do anything to stop Fabian and protect Katherine from his danger.

The dramatic scene ended in laughter when Marvin, who meant to sit down on the bench, sat right in between the two chairs and fell through the sheet on the ground. You and Meg quickly closed the curtains and helped Jo get up.

‘Jo, are you alright?’ you asked worried, but Jo jumped right back up and shook the accident off.

‘Never been better!’ she laughed. ‘Come on, we’ve got a show to put on!’

You built the stage to the inside of the palace again, where Marvin was telling the queen about Fabian’s plans.

‘I knew that man was no good!’ Hester cried out, throwing her arms up in frustration. ‘He has wanted to take my husband’s place on the throne ever since I married. I never should have kept him here!’

Then Queen Hester ordered her servant to fetch Fabian, so she could have a word with him. Beth returned with you on the stage and quickly disappeared in a corner.

‘How can I be of aid, Your Majesty?’ you asked, bowing for the queen.

‘Do not put up those airs with me, nephew! I know of your plans!’ Hester said, staring down on you. ‘’Fess up!’

‘I have nothing to confess, My Queen,’ you lied. ‘I don’t know what you are talking about, I am afraid.’

Hester stepped aside and revealed Katherine holding Marvin’s hand tightly. You stood up and stepped closer to the woman you had once loved.

‘I knew I should have never trusted you! You wicked,—’

Marvin cut you off by pulling his sword on you and stepping in front of Katherine. You took your own sword and so a battle between the two men began. Circling around the stage, you hit and blocked and Marvin blocked and lashed out, while the women on the side gasped and screamed at the right times.

For a minute you fought with Marvin, until he stabbed you in your chest. Jo stuck her sword under your arm and you held it there as you fell to the ground. In much agony you shouted until you fell dead silent and as you lay on the floor, Marvin bent over you, retrieving his sword from your chest.

‘Three hoorays for our new king!’ Hester exclaimed and Marvin kissed Katherine happily on her cheek.

The girls in the audience started to applaud and cheer as you and the sisters gathered on the stage and bowed. In the back of the room Mrs. March and Hannah stood, clapping their hands with proud faces.

‘Refreshments are downstairs, thank you very much!’ Meg announced and the curtains closed again.

Darkness filled the stage again and for a second it was silent.

‘Jo, that was incredible! You all did so good! Meg, your voice is wondrous! Oh, Amy you looked so pretty in the light! Beth, you were amazing! y/n, your death was so dramatic!’

It was a mix of little screams of delight and praises all around, everyone hugged the other. You and Jo were jumping with excitement and you flew around her neck, making her fall over, taking you and the curtains along in her fall.

Meg stood over you and shook her head, but she had a smile on her face. ‘Are you two boys done messing around?’

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hyena ━━ yjh. (i)

❀ summary: you knew there was something off with him, and you knew you shouldn't trust him, but even though there was something off about him, you couldn't help but get more curious as time passes by. ❀ pairing: jeonghan x fem reader ❀ word count: 14.3k ❀ genre(s): mostly angst with touches of fluff here and there ❀ warning(s): curse words, violence, mentions of sex (no smut)

━━ a/n: so after a month of pondering, i finally decided to separate this into two parts ― bcs it's so long it's probably gonna reach more than 30k words. also, part of the reason that this got delayed a month was writers block and (mostly) haikyuu. i am very sorry. truly sorry. anyways, i hope you enjoy the story! part two will (hopefully) be done by the next month!

inspired by hyena by my first story.

you’ve gone through almost 90% of your wardrobe. the charity ball is tomorrow, yet you still have nothing to wear.

your best friends, seokmin and seungkwan, came to your house in order to help you with your outfit, but it’s been two and a half hours and the three you have nothing. they were on your bed - seokmin leaning on a pillow, whilst seungkwan was on his stomach, peering closely at the dresses you were choosing.

“what do you think of this one?” you turned around, a strapless black dress on your hand as you eyed your friends’ reactions. this was the last of all the dresses that you have, and you pray that at least one of them is going to say it’s okay. seokmin’s eyes widened and actually looked like he was appreciating the dress, but seungkwan squinted his eyes and shook his head.

you groaned as you put your dress back in your wardrobe. almost twenty dresses yet you couldn’t find the right one for the next charity ball your company was hosting.

“look, y/n,” seungkwan spoke up, “it’s a charity ball. if you’re going to wear the same dress like every other girl, you’re not going to stand out!”

“i don’t even want to stand out, seungkwan,” you said, raising your hands up in defeat. “there’s no one in particular that i want to impress, so why would i want stand out?”

“well,” said seokmin, as-a-matter-of-factly, “you sure? because lee junghyun definitely has the hots for you.” you glared at him.

“anyone can see that,” seungkwan rolled his eyes. “he’s not even trying to hide it. and if anything, he’s the one who has to impress y/n.”

“well,” you said, dropping down on your bed, squeezing in between the two of them. “i don’t even know why i’m invited to this charity ball. it’s not like i’m the owner of the company or anything.” seungkwan scoffed at your words.

“are you serious? it’s obviously not because you’re mr. lee’s favorite employee or because lee junghyun has a crush on you.” you slapped seungkwan’s arm, causing him to hiss in pain, rubbing the spot you slapped to ease the pain.

“or maybe, it’s because everyone in her company is literally invited to the charity ball, and there’s no way she won’t be invited to it,” said seokmin, rolling to his side before getting off the bed, “you’re already invited, and that’s that. you can’t back out from it, bub.” he was now standing on the floor, rubbing the wrinkles off of his shirt. “if you’ve got nothing else on your wardrobe, why don’t we go shopping then? and then we can have dinner outside too.”

“that sounds like a good idea,” you said, pushing yourself up before facing seungkwan. “what are you going to do? are you going to stay here and sulk all day?” seungkwan glared at you before rolling out of your bed, landing on his feet on the ground with a thump.

“of course i’m coming with you. seokmin hyung’s not going to be able to pick a good dress for you.”

“hey!” seokmin cried, but the two of you only laughed at him before heading out of the room.

in the next two hours, the three of you have been going in and out of shops, but nothing was good enough for the three of you. either they were too plain or too scandalous. you were getting sick of looking at the colors, the designs, the special details that the staff had shown you but you cared nothing for it ー mostly because you're honestly sick of looking at dresses right now.

“why don’t we split up from here?” suggested seungkwan. “if any of us finds something good enough, we should take a picture and send it to our group chat.”

that seemed like the least time consuming idea, so both you and seokmin decided to follow seungkwan’s plan.

seungkwan and seokmin went to the other side of the street, so you were left alone, almost losing all hope for a good dress. even if you couldn’t find a dress, it’s fine, you thought. you won’t lose anything from not going tomorrow either, right?

as soon as you thought about that, something caught your eye. you turned towards the left side, and that’s when you stumbled upon the most perfect dress on the display. you gasped.

it was a navy colored sheath dress with an off shoulder neckline, the sleeves stopping right around the wrist of the mannequin. there were hints of gold glitter all over it, and it didn’t seem too simple nor too extravagant, nor did it look too plain or too scandalous. you felt like it fit you just right.

“you should try it.” you jumped in surprise as an unknown voice spoke from behind you. you turned around to see who spoke to you, and there, stood a man who you’ve never seen. his blonde hair reached the back of his nape, curling slightly at the end, and he was wearing a black tux over his beige colored turtleneck. he was grinning at you - it seemed innocent, but you know way better than that. something about this guy seemed off.

you raised an eyebrow at him. “who are you?”

he offered a hand to shake, but you only eyed him suspiciously. seeing as you had no intention to shake his hand, he only shrugged and held his hand down. “yoon jeonghan, at your service. it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“i can’t say the same to you, though.” he let out a laugh.

“feisty.” you scrunched your nose at his comment. “but, in all honesty, you should try that dress.”

you felt your own willpower wavering. you didn’t want to follow this suspicious man’s words, but on the other hand, you might not stumble upon a better dress than this. you were in the middle of contemplating before you felt a tug on your hand.

“hey!” you cried as you found yourself being softly dragged into the store by the stranger (whose name is apparently jeonghan).

“princess, i’m a frequent around here, and i can tell you with confidence that that dress will be sold out in the next fifteen minutes if you don’t go and try it on now.” he said, his tone didn’t sound as playful as he did a few minutes ago.

as strange as it was, you found yourself oddly agreeing with him, a stranger you've met less than ten minutes ago. as much as you didn’t want to listen to him, you have been looking for a dress for almost five hours now. you saw the perfect dress, and you didn’t want to let go of the chance.

you saw him grinning in victory when you sighed in defeat as the staff approached the two of you. before you could open your mouth, he had beaten you to it.

“she wants to try the dress on display.” he said, with an air of elegance to him. you looked at him in surprise. sure he looked classy, but you didn't think he could sound… high-class? you couldn't quite pinpoint the correct word for it. you didn't know what to expect from him, yet he sounded like he was more than what you expected. you squinted your eyes, not sure what to make of your observations, but you were almost sure of one thing.

you were 60% sure he sounded rather fake.

jeonghan stood there, waiting for you to change into the dress.

as you entered the changing room, jeonghan let out a deep sigh. this is just another job of his, he thought to himself.

you sure didn't seem like the other girls he's met around here. most of them would have giggled at his face, bat their eyelashes at him, buy him stuff he wanted, and, by the end of the day, he would be in their beds, letting them feel pleasure before leaving them without a word. thats how he would know they were just spoiled rich brats, not really giving a fuck about money in any way.

sure, he's also met with some people who were like you at first, suspicious and unconvinced. but it usually took him around ten minutes for them to fall for his charms. so he was genuinely surprised when you haven't let your guard down even in the first ten minutes, let alone batting your eyelashes at him. he inwardly chuckled. he liked challenges, and you were giving him one.

he was in the middle of planning how to get you for the night when you came out of the dressing room, and he almost choked on his own spit at how you looked.

the navy dress hugged your figure perfectly, as if it was made for you. the off shoulder neckline perfectly showcasing your milky shoulder, and the way your hair fell made you look… he couldn't find the right words to describe how you look, and how he felt. it was at this moment that he realized you were going to be a tough journey.

the staff was quick to praise you in the dress, and you smiled politely at the staff, before turning to face him. you shuffled in uncertainty, and jeonghan realized he must've been staring at you. he cleared his throat before smiling his money-making smile.

“that dress suits you perfectly.” you bit your lip, and jeonghan found that he liked the sight. most girls who tried to seduce him would bite their lip, and rather than finding them sexy, jeonghan only found them funny. he had never said that to their faces though.

“can you,” you mumbled, “take a picture of me?” jeonghan let out a small laugh as you frowned back at him. god, he's never found any of the girls he picked up around here cute, but you were cute in all your sassiness.

“sure, princess.” your frown deepened as you handed jeonghan your phone. he took a snap of you, checking the pictures before returning your phone to you.

jeonghan stared at you fumbling with your phone - looks like you were sending the picture to someone. jeonghan hoped it wasnt to a boyfriend. he wondered why though. the girls he had seduced usually didn’t care if they had a boyfriend or not - they’d willingly give themselves to him.

maybe it’s because of you reluctance to talk to him? he didn’t know.

jeonghan saw you return to the dressing room to, what jeonghan assumed, change back to your regular clothes. as soon as you were out of his sight, jeonghan started planning.

you were buying a dress, so there’s definitely something important going on. a friend’s wedding? a charity event? a company gala? he was going to have to ask you later - and definitely ask to be your plus one.

jeonghan didn’t know how long he was zoning out for, but he snapped back to reality as he saw you came out from the changing room from the corner of his eye. he took out his phone in a rush, scrolling through his messages and social media, but his mind was preoccupied somewhere else. jeonghan saw from the corner of his eye as the staff approached you and you nodded, smiling as you said to them that you'll take the dress. he pocketed his phone before approaching you, flashing his flirty smile.

“you looked gorgeous in that dress.” the smile that you showed to the staff earlier disappeared, being replaced with a frown instead.

“why are you still here again?” you raised an eyebrow at him. jeonghan stared down at you. okay. he knew you weren’t an easy target, but he didn’t know you would be this hard to get.

“calm down, princess.” he chuckled, trying to keep his cool. “it wouldn’t be polite to leave a girl alone, you know.”

“i’m perfectly fine being alone,” you said, clucking your tongue. “besides, i came here with my friends. they’ll be here soon.”

jeonghan raised an eyebrow at you. “and where exactly are they now?” you bit your lower lip. jeonghan smirked to himself. you must be bluffing.

“whatever,” you said, turning your back to him as you strutted off to the cashier to pay. jeonghan hummed in satisfaction, and went back to scrolling through his phone in peace. but his peaceful moment was interrupted when two guys frantically rushed into the shop, looking awry and disheveled, besides for the fact that they were looking quite handsome. jeonghan made eye contact with one of them, but they ignored him and quickly ran for you.

“girl1, tell me you bought it! tell me you bought it!” the shorter one of them held your shoulders and shook you. jeonghan stepped forward, ready to stop them, but you just nodded at them, grinning widely as you showed them the shopping bag the staff had handed you a few seconds earlier..

jeonghan stopped in his tracks. now, you do seem different when you smile. it made him want you for the night even more.

“yes, boo, i bought it. now will you stop shaking my shoulders?” the guy squealed. the other guy (looks like a horse, jeonghan thought) grinned at her with a thumb up.

“we couldn’t find anything but then you sent us the text and we were like,” the horse guy stopped mid sentence to jump up and down, apparently unable to describe his feelings with words. jeonghan stared at them. he didn’t think you would be friends with these two noisy guys, but yet you were.

jeonghan cleared his throat, causing the three of you to stop your festivities and look at him. you rolled your eyes at him the short guy eyed him up and down, whilst horse guy just looked at him with confused eyes.

“i forgot you’re still here.” you said at him. jeonghan placed his palm on his chest, faking a heartache.

“well, you didn’t need to say that out loud, princess.”

“who’s this?” short guy asked, eyes squinting at him. you waved your hand at seungkwan. “no one important. don’t mind him.”

“well,” jeonghan spoke up, “if it weren’t for me, you probably wouldn’t have bought that dress, would you?” jeonghan saw you squeeze your eyes shut, as if wanting him to just shut up already. but he knew he was right. and he also knew you knew he was right.

“kwan, seokmin, this is jeonghan. i don’t know his last name and probably won’t ever know it.” jeonghan smiled his perfect smile, bowing down to greet the two. horse guy, aka seokmin, smiled back at him, but shorter guy was like you - he looked at jeonghan with cautiousness.

“as a matter of fact, princess,” jeonghan said, “i did state my last name earlier. yoon jeonghan, at your service.” short guy tried to keep his straight face, but the way his lips were facing upwards and how his eyebrows were raised looked like he was super amused. horse guy, however, wasn't even bothering to hide it. his jaw dropped, and he looked at you with large eyes. you groaned at their reactions and slapped their backs, to which jeonghan smirked in response.

“if you can introduce yourself, why do you need me to do it for you?” you rolled your eyes at him. jeonghan felt himself getting impatient - god, he just wanted to sleep with you, but why were you making it hard for him? and with your two friends there, jeonghan knew his chances today were blown away.

“well,” short guy (seungkwan, was it?) spoke up, moving towards the door. “it’s late now, and princess here needs to get her beauty sleep for tomorrow. so we’ll be going now.”

jeonghan raised an eyebrow. so there was something important happening tomorrow. but before he could open his mouth to ask, the three of you had headed out whilst bickering with each other. jeonghan smiled to himself before heading out of the shop himself.

it was when he met moonsik later that evening that he realized he never found out what your name was.

“girl, you look fucking stunning,” seungkwan had said when he and seokmin appeared at your house to help you prepare for the gala the next day.

you did feel great about yourself. you had tied your hair into a bun and worn a necklace with a moon pendant. you took out your crystal earrings - they weren’t swarovski, but to you they were more than enough. inside the dress, you also put on your five inch stilettos, giving you a height boost. you had your beloved gold purse, some cash money, a credit card, and your phone inside the purse.

“if you weren’t my best friend i will probably ask for your number,” seokmin said, and you playfully slapped him on the arm. he yelped, before shaking his head, mumbling, “never mind.”

“are none of you willing to be my plus one?” you faked a pout, but seungkwan only shuddered, while seokmin shook his head violently.

“junghyun will kill us if he sees one of us with you.” seungkwan stated.

“oh come on! he wouldn't dare to!” but the two of them were insistent on not going, and you gave up on bringing a plus one.

“so, how are you going to the ball?” seungkwan asked.

“by car? duh?” you said, and seungkwan groaned in frustration.

“in that dress? no chance,” seungkwan grabbed your car keys. “seokmin and i are gonna drive you there, but find your own ride home.” before you could protest, the two of them had already dragged you towards your car., with seokmin taking the driver’s seat.

when you arrived, as soon as you got off the car, without saying anything to you, the two of them sped off somewhere with your car. you grit your teeth, swearing to curse them later. you walked towards the entrance, showing your invitation to the usher before going inside the ballroom, bracing yourself for whatever was going to happen later. not long after, a familiar voice spoke up - a voice you very much wanted to avoid.

“wow, y/n,” you turned your head towards the speaker, who turned out to be none other than lee junghyun. “you look stunning tonight.” and he looked so damn whipped, you actually felt sorry for him. sorry because no matter how much you want to deny the rumor that’s been going around, you also knew that his feelings for you was very obvious. but no matter how hard you try, you couldn’t return the same feelings back.

you faked a smile at him, and he seemed to fall for it. he offered an arm to you, and, having no other choice, you took it. the other people around you were staring at you - you tried to ignore it, but you knew what they were whispering about you. that the two of you were sleeping together, that you were sucking him up so you can get a higher position, yada yada yada. you took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying not to think about it too much. at least there’s someone you can talk to here, even if you didn’t desire his company as much.

“you don’t look so bad yourself,” you said (out of formalities), walking alongside junghyun, greeting some of the most important people as you walked, for junghyun was the son of the ceo, after all. when it was just the two of you, he kept talking about work and about the gossip around work, and if it wasn’t any of those, he would talk about his own life (which you honestly have no interest in). you realized right there and then that you just couldn’t be with the guy, couldn’t bear to listen to him bragging about his achievements and not even trying to get to know the slightest bit about you.

then again, every time junghyun offered to talk to you or anything, you pretended you were busy, or had other plans, so you never really knew what kind of person he was. until today, of course.

he was excitedly talking to you about his golf clubs and how he personally went to the states to buy a high quality one when your eyes caught the sight of a familiar blonde hair. you whipped your head towards the direction of the hair, but it was gone as fast as you saw it. you shook your head - now you must be imagining things. there was no way he could enter the gala - he had to have an invitation.

“y/n, are you okay?” you turned to see junghyun looking at you in concern. you smiled and slightly shook your head at him.

“don’t worry, it was nothing. now, where were we?” you smiled - part of you knew that smile was fake, but you’ve got to admit you’re only walking with him because he’s the son of your boss, and you didn’t want to let your boss down, especially since he’s helped you so much.

“you haven’t sat down ever since you arrived, haven’t you?” junghyun said, and you were honestly surprised he noticed. then again, as soon as you arrived here, he had dragged you around. this time though, he dragged you to the nearest table for two. you sat down one one side as he excused himself to go grab drinks for the two of you.

you were just gazing at the people around aimlessly when a very familiar voice spoke up next to you.

“i was right, wasn’t it? you look stunning in that dress, princess.”

your eyes widened. so your eyes haven't been playing tricks at you.

“yoon jeonghan?” said man grinned his pearly white teeth at you, while you were sure you were just staring at him, dumbfounded. he was wearing a beige colored suit, matching with his beige pants. his blonde hair was slicked back, and inside his suit he was wearing a black buttoned shirt inside, the top button undone.

“how are you here? this is a private gala!” you hissed as he took the seat in front of you, nonchalantly.

“ah, but princess,” jeonghan said, “i’m no stranger.” you wanted to retort, but technically, he was right. he was no stranger - you had called him by his name.

“you still haven’t answered my question,” you pointed out.

“which one?” you wanted to slap jeonghan’s grin off of his face, but you found that you were enjoying his annoying presence more than walking around hearing junghyun talk about his golf clubs.

“how did you get in here?” you asked him, eyes staring right into him. you couldn’t help but admit that he looked gorgeous for a man. one of the hundred reasons you find something wrong about this man, but you still couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason.

“you never asked that question, princess,” jeonghan said, popping a cherry into his mouth. you didn’t know when or how he got that cherry. “you did ask how i was here though.” he winked at you, and you instinctively gagged in disgust, realizing belatedly how that was inappropriate.

“just, please answer my question.” jeonghan opened his mouth to answer but his eye caught something behind your shoulder. you turned your head towards his gaze. junghyun was walking towards you, and he didn’t look delighted one bit.

“i’d love to answer, but your boyfriend there looks like he might kill me,” jeonghan said, palms pressing on the table to lift himself up off.

“he’s not my boyfriend,” you mumbled, and jeonghan opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped himself when he saw junghyun getting nearer.

“see you around, princess,” he said with a wink before walking off. deep down, you wanted to join him, but you had to keep junghyun company.

“who was that?” junghyun had asked when he arrived, handing you your glass of champagne before sitting down on the seat jeonghan had occupied earlier. you bit your lower lip before shaking it, deciding it wasn’t worth telling junghyun.

“no one important,” you said before taking a sip of your champagne, the bubbles feeling like crystalline pearls on the palate, exploding with acidulous flavours that stood out against a rich, smooth background of ripe fruit. junghyun only looked at you, as if wanting to pester you with more questions, but decided against it. if he really wanted to pursue you, you thought, then that would be the best choice.

part two: unanswered prayers.

“so how was junghyun?” soonyoung, aka your analyst, asked you as he handed you your morning coffee for the day. eyes not leaving your computer screen, you took the glass, sipping on the bitter liquid, savoring the sour aftertaste before thanking soonyoung.

you were lucky enough to have your own office - it wasn’t big, but it was cozy for you to spend your nine-to-five five days a week. right in front of the main door, there was a desk, papers neatly stacked in clear holders, a laptop on the center of the desk, and a phone on the right corner of the desk. shelves and cabinets stood on the left side of the office, filled with archives of previous transactions of the company. they were alphabetically sorted - you just couldn’t see anything alphabetically disordered. a medium sized cabinet stood on the right side of your office, right next to the door leading to your team’s office. on the cabinet, there were frames of pictures - of you and your team, you and seungkwan and seokmin, you and your cousin seungcheol, and one with you and your parents - and a small digital clock, displaying 10:42am on the screen. the room was enough for you - one of the senior analysts of the company. soonyoung was one of the people directly under you, and reports directly to you. senior analysts don’t usually have their own offices, but the company was rich and the office was large enough to make more rooms that they gave all senior analysts their own offices, with the catch that they have a connecting door to the analysts’ office room, where three people shared an office.

“what do you mean how was he?” you said, eyes still not leaving your monitor. your cursor hovered over the numbers - trying to figure out how to get it to balance.

“well, you did leave together after the party right?” soonyoung said, pressing his palms on the table to support himself. “they said you guys slept together.” you thanked the heavens you weren’t drinking your coffee then because you choked on your spit. even though you knew the rumors were there, hearing them still surprise you.

“me? and junghyun?” you scoffed. “no way.” soonyoung raised an eyebrow at you, but you ignored him, moving your eyes back to the screen in front of you. “as if i’d love to hear him talk about his achievements and all. gosh, i’d rather die.” you knew it wasn’t good to talk about your boss in a bad way - especially since junghyun was the cfo, and you were technically under him - but one drunken slip up happened and now you and your team were open about each other’s office lives. you tried to be professional in every way possible, but it was impossible when junghyun wasn’t being professional about it. he was being very obvious about his feelings for you - even during work, and that made you very, very uncomfortable.

“and for once i thought you finally gave in to him,” soonyoung shook his head. “as expected of my y/n.” you stripped your gaze from the monitor to glare at soonyoung, who was snickering quietly, his eyes disappearing into lines.

“i’m not your y/n,” you said, your boss mode turned on. “besides, don’t you have some reporting to do? it’s 10.45am and report’s due at 11.” you turned to soonyoung with an eyebrow raised and a smirk plastered on your face.

soonyoung’s eyes widened comically. “oh shit.” he scrambled towards the door on the right side. you laughed inwardly, grabbing your phone and dialed the shortcut to the next door office.

“hello?” a low. husky voice answered.

“tell soonyoung that if he’s even one minute late, he’s going to treat us all to dinner.” the voice laughed and you could hear him repeat exactly what you had said. soonyoung had screamed - he was known to be quite noisy, after all - and you could hear frantic loud keyboard smashing sounds from your office. it wasn't a secret that, apparently, soonyoung was also known to be a tech newbie.

“thanks, wonwoo.”

“anytime,” wonwoo said, and you hung up the call, turning to focus back on the numbers in front of your screen.

at 11 am sharp, you opened to check your email - there were two new emails. you grinned, opening to see that only wonwoo's and junhui's reports were in your inbox. soonyoung really hadn’t handed his report. you reached for the phone again, dialing the familiar number.

“i’ll have bbq grill for tonight,” you said as soon as you hear the line connected. you could hear wonwoo laughing, repeating your words to soonyoung.

“i was just one minute late, y/n!” you could hear soonyoung’s desperate cry, but you only hung up. you grinned - that means today’s dinner was free.

you spent an hour checking the reports before making your own report to send to your manager - a guy who goes by the name of jihoon. he was an introvert, not really talking to anyone else besides meetings, so you didn’t know much about him.

as soon as it hit 12 o’clock, you clicked send. after making sure the email was properly sent, you closed your laptop and grabbed your purse and phone. it was lunch break, and you placed your wallet inside your purse, getting ready to head out for lunch, when soonyoung texted you.

[ soonyoung | 12:05 pm ] junghyun's heading for your office

you groaned to yourself internally. you really didn't want your lunch break to be disturbed by him again, so instead of going out of your office's door, you decided to go out through the other main door - the next room’s, to be exact. you went through the connecting door, greeting wonwoo and junhui, the other guy who’s in your team, and winked at soonyoung. soonyoung stared at you in exasperation.

when you were about to step out of the door, however, wonwoo stopped you.

“wait, junghyun’s walking towards here. you go once he enters your office.” you peeked outside, and you see junghyun walking towards your office, entering the room without a knock. as soon as you saw him step foot inside the room, you slipped outside soundlessly, rushing towards the elevator. you thanked wonwoo in your head, promising to yourself to treat him to coffee sometime soon.

your team was probably covering you - out of all the employees in the company, they know best how bothered you were by junghyun's gestures. luckily, the elevator was open, a few people inside it. you gestured for them to wait as you run towards the elevator. when you finally got on the elevator, you pressed close several times in a hurry before junghyun came to view. thankfully, the elevator doors were already closing, so he couldn’t get in. you gave him an “i’m sorry” smile, but deep down, you were thinking about how to run away from him. you realized you didn’t bring your car keys - why, oh why, did you forgot them?

as soon as you reached the lobby, you sprinted towards the main entrance when you, again, heard a very familiar voice.

“what’s the rush, princess?” you turned towards the voice and saw a very familiar tuft of blonde hair. you didn’t know how he knew you were there or why he was there, but without much thought, you grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside of the building, not looking back to see if junghyun was out of the elevator already or not. he didn’t resist - so you just dragged him outside, to the side of the building.

“jeonghan, do you have a car?” you asked. you didn’t want to beg, but for fuck’s sake you would rather beg on your knees rather than having to spend lunch with junghyun too.

“i do, actually,” said jeonghan, grinning. “you need a ride?”

“please, get me somewhere far from here until lunch break’s over,” you begged. this time, jeonghan was the one who grabbed your wrist, tugging you towards the parking lot.

as soon as jeonghan unlocked his car, you entered the passenger’s side in a hurry - in case junghyun could still see you. jeonghan settled down on the driver’s seat, humming before pressing the start button. the engine let out a growl, the car vibrating as the screen and the lights turned on. jeonghan changed the gear to d, stepped on the gas pedal, and the car started moving forward. you let out a sigh of relief as the car left the parking lot and onto the main road, crowded because it was lunch break.

“so, what do you want to have for lunch, princess?” jeonghan asked. you bit your lower lip, before turning your head towards him.

“do you like jjamppong?”

“we’ll have two please.” jeonghan’s gaze turned towards you and the waiter - it seemed like you were a regular here.

the jjamppong place was only a ten minute ride by car, and jeonghan didn’t expect you’d like jjamppong. he liked jjamppong, but he didn’t think you’d eat here. you seemed like someone who would eat pasta for lunch and steak for dinner to him.

he also didn’t think the first time he went out to eat with you will be at a jjamppong place.

“so,” jeonghan spoke up, “will you ever tell me why you were running through the lobby for your life?” the waiter came again to bring the side dishes to your table, and you picked up two wooden chopsticks, handing one to jeonghan before breaking yours into two (almost evenly). you picked up the kimchi and ate it in your mouth, closing your eyes as if you were savoring the taste and ignoring him in purpose. jeonghan raised an eyebrow. he had to admit - you were smart, unlike all the other girls he’s been with before.

“princess,” jeonghan hummed, breaking his own chopsticks into half before picking up a pickled radish with his chopsticks. “i asked you a question.” you shook your head.

“nuh uh,” you said, taking another piece of kimchi, placing it in your mouth. “my name is not princess.” jeonghan chuckled. he knew that you were just changing the subject so you didn’t have to answer his question, and he let you be, because he was 99% sure of the reason you were running through the lobby for your life.

“then what is it?” jeonghan leaned closer, placing his elbows on the table. you eyed him, but he only nonchalantly shrugged. “you never did tell me your name, so i thought princess was it.” you opened your mouth, ready to argue, but jeonghan only stared at you. a second later, you seemed to come into the realization that you never did tell him your name.

“well,” jeonghan said, chewing a bite of his kimchi. “will you tell me?” you tapped your chopsticks to your chin as if you needed to think, before telling him your name. he hummed.

“y/n,” he said, your name feeling weird on his lips. it was only your third meeting, but jeonghan was already used to calling you princess. but then again, he half-assumed it was actually your name.

“meh. i still prefer princess.” you only gaped at him as he shrugged his shoulders. you were about to protest, but the waiter already came with your food, so you didn’t say anything. jeonghan only chuckled.

it was the first time that he’s been after a girl for three days and still hadn’t gotten into her pants. and it was not just any girl - it had to be the girl that worked at the company they were working at, and also the girl he was after. although, funny enough, you didn’t need to tell jeonghan the reason why you were running through the lobby for him to guess it.

life really does love to play tricks on people, don’t they?

jeonghan dropped you off at the office around one hour later. after three days, he had finally gotten your number, and he didn’t know why he felt so ecstatic. probably because his plan is finally ongoing.

after driving out of your office complex, jeonghan made a u-turn in the opposite direction of his office. he drove towards an expensive looking apartment complex - four tall towers surrounding the center garden, which had a big fountain in the middle of it. he stopped in front of the lobby, dropping his keys to the valet before walking into the lobby.

the lobby wasn’t big, but it looked very luxurious. on the right side was a receptionist table. the receptionist only smiled and nodded at jeonghan in recognition. it’s not the first time jeonghan’s been here, and not the last time he will either.

there were two elevators standing side-by-side on the right side of the apartment - jeonghan walked towards them and pressed the up button. he tapped his feet on the floor as he waited for the elevator. the one on the right dinged, signalling that it has arrived. jeonghan stepped into the elevator, pressing the number 11 before leaning back towards the wall, sighing.

he didn’t like going here, nor does he actually like the person he’s going to meet. but moonsik had basically saved his life and helped him, so he felt like he was bound to moonsik for life. he fidgeted with his phone - anxious to send a message to you, when the elevator dinged. he sighed and slipped his phone back to his pocket.

it’s been a week since he last slept with any women - a record, for sleeping with them and getting stuff bought for. he hadn’t received extra cash for a week now. he has his own job, of course, but it didn’t pay much. jeonghan knew the reason why, but he didn’t want to admit it, for admitting it means that it’s true.

he didn’t realize he walked past his intended destination. he retracted a few steps back, checking the number on it to make sure that it was correct. he knocked on the door before entering, needing no reply to go in.

a black haired man was sitting on the couch, leaning on it. between his fingers was a lit cigarette - the room reeked of cigarette, as a matter of fact - and he was closing his eyes, as if he knew it was jeonghan who came. his front hair was sprawled all around his eyes, giving him a messy look.

“so, how’d it go?” he asked, without opening his eyes. jeonghan scrunched his nose - he hated the smell of cigarettes. it reminded him of his childhood - of someone he never wanted to be reminded of.

“it went smoothly.” answered jeonghan, curtly.

he hadn’t always acted like that with moonsik - back when jeonghan was still fifteen, moonsik was literally his role model. he enjoyed fooling with those women, and jeonghan knew it was all thanks to moonsik. but as jeonghan grew older, he got more involved with moonsik’s business, and jeonghan decided that even though he liked fooling around, he didn’t like the businesses moonsik was associated with. he started distancing himself slowly, and moonsik had always regarded it as the boy finally hitting puberty, never really caring about it anyway.

no matter how hard he tried to distance himself though, jeonghan still couldn’t remove moonsik out of his life completely.

“hm,” moonsik hummed, his voice gruff because of the cigarette. “you seem weird.” jeonghan’s heartstrings tugged. has he caught on…?

“what do you mean?” jeonghan tried to ask, but moonsik only shrugged.

“nothing much,” said moonsik, before pressing his cigarette to the ashtray, extinguishing the fire. he stood up and headed for the refrigerator. “there’s a wedding at gangnam this saturday evening.” he didn’t ask if jeonghan wanted to come or not, for jeonghan never actually said no to his invitations. as a matter of fact, jeonghan also knew that moonsik had no relation to the bride or groom at all - he knew he had overheard it somewhere.

this time, though, jeonghan didn’t feel like going there, and he has to think of a way out of it, quickly.

part three: love at arm’s length.

you just came out of the shower when a notification appeared on the screen of your phone. the promised barbecue party was postponed to the next day, for soonyoung had other plans today, but promised to treat you all tomorrow, so you all decided on tomorrow.

you used one hand to dry your hair, whilst the other reached out to take your phone. you sat on the edge of your bed as you skimmed through your notifications.

[ unknown number | 20:17 ] hello, princess

[ unknown number | 20:17 ] i take it you’re already home

[ unknown number | 20:18 ] so what’s tomorrow’s plans?

you scoffed at the messages, ignoring the tickling sensation at the bottom of your gut. you decided to reply later, heading towards the kitchen to make yourself dinner.

you were in the midst of taking your kimchi out when your phone rang, notifying you of an incoming call. you sighed, thinking of ways to berate seungkwan who always called you at this time of the day, when you saw that it was an unknown number - not just any unknown number, but the one that’s been sending you messages. you bit your lower lip, head shifting into gear, trying to compare which is better, to answer or not to answer. at the fifth ring, you lifted your phone up in your hand and slid the call button.

“hello?” you said, sounding unsure.

“oh, you’re alive,” the voice from the other side of the call answered. you scrunch your nose.

“what do you mean by that?” you rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. he only chuckled.

“you didn’t reply to my messages, princess,” said jeonghan. “i was worried.” you half-laughed half-scoffed.

“i didn’t realize we were meeting again tomorrow.” you half regretted giving your number to him.

“well, it doesn’t have to be tomorrow,” said jeonghan. “you ate dinner already?” you bit your lower lip again, wondering if you should lie or not.

“don’t try to lie,” said jeonghan. “where’s your house? i’ll pick you up and then we can go and eat dinner.”

“you know, just because i gave you my number doesn’t mean you’re already my friend, yoon jeonghan.” jeonghan only laughed at her words.

“so, you’re saying you’d rather spend your night dirtying your kitchen utensils rather than go out and eat for free?” you perked your eyebrows.

“you never said it was for free.”

“i invited, so of course i should pay for your meal.” you bit your lower lip, mulling over the offer. it did sound tempting. but then again, free meals are always tempting.

after a few seconds of silence, jeonghan spoke up again. “so, what do you say?” you finally gave in and told him your address. you could basically hear him grin from the other side of the phone.

“i’ll be there in ten minutes. get ready, princess.”

you should really have more self control, you chided yourself, as a car appeared near your driveway. “so this is where you live,” said jeonghan as you approached the passenger’s side, opened the door and entered the car. you made a face to him.

“i’m only coming because this is free dinner,” you said, settling down on the passenger's seat before buckling your seatbelt. “otherwise, i wouldn’t have agreed on anything.” jeonghan chuckled at your words as he stepped on the gas pedal, the car finally moving. “whatever you say, princess. any song requests?” you let out a thought, before telling him the name of the song you wanted to hear. he fiddled about with the radio, turning on the song that you requested with one hand, the other on the wheel.

“what are we eating?” you asked jeonghan, who was humming to the song and drumming his fingers on the wheel.

“what do you want to eat?” he asked. you made a face at him. “you’re already driving towards somewhere, so why do you have to ask me what do i want to eat?” jeonghan only let out a small chuckle.

“just in case you have something in mind, princess,” said jeonghan, making a turn towards the right. “if you have nothing in particular, do you mind if we go and eat at my favorite café?” you pondered for a while, before shrugging.

“doesn’t really matter, as long as i get my dinner.” you saw jeonghan smirk from the corner of your eyes as he made another turn, this time to the left. not long after, he slowed down next to a small shop - he was right, for it was a café. but to be honest, you’d think he’d bring you to a fancier café. he seemed like the type of guy to do that.

“surprised?” asked jeonghan, as if sensing your thoughts. you turned to look at him, questioning him with your eyes.

“i don’t usually bring people here,” he said as he stepped on the brake, the car slowly coming to a stop. he turned the engine off, before turning towards you, continuing as he unbuckled his seatbelt. “but you didn’t mind eating at the jjamppong place, so i didn’t think you’d mind eating here either.” suddenly, he leaned over closer to you, and you leaned back in instinct. it took you a few seconds to realize he was unbuckling your seatbelt for you whilst smirking at you. you felt your cheeks grew hotter by the second, and instinctively slapped his hand away.

“hey! a thank you would’ve suffice!” but you ignored him as you got off the car, stalking off towards the restaurant.

something about him seemed off, but you can’t help get dragged towards him. you really, really, really need to have more self-control, for heaven’s sake.

it was ten past ten pm when the two of you finally paid the bill and returned to the car, and you were confused. everything about this guy was fishy, but you couldn’t help but have fun when you’re with him, not that you would say it straight to his face. it was the weirdest thing you ever felt, and yet, you would rather be with him than be with junghyun.

“so,” jeonghan started as the two of you settled down on your seats, “do you have to go home now?” you turned your head to look at him, an eyebrow raised in question.

“well,” he continued, “you up for some late night adventures?”

“late night adventures?” you scoffed. “what are you, a high schooler? and where do you want to go, exactly?” jeonghan grinned at your words. “you’ll see.”

instead of turning around towards your home, jeonghan went the opposite way - towards a highway. a highway? you thought. why a highway?

“relax,” said jeonghan. “i’m not gonna kidnap you. i’m gonna bring you home, so don’t worry.”

“and how am i supposed to trust you?” you said. “we’ve known each other for barely a week now.” jeonghan chuckled.

“just trust me, princess. and you’ll see.” you wanted to rebut - for you know every cell in your body cannot trust this man - but you found yourself feeling curious at the final destination. your heart and brain started arguing, but this time, you found yourself listening to your heart more than your brain.

and when you arrived at the destination, you did not regret it one bit.

it was a beach - you didn’t know there was a beach near here, to be very honest. it wasn’t big either, but when you stepped out of the car, you found that the sea breeze calms you down. it was a peaceful feeling - a feeling you haven’t felt in years.

“princess,” called jeonghan. you turned around instinctively, not realizing how you’ve gotten used to the nickname now. you saw that he had laid a blanket on the sand, and gestured for you to sit on it. you obliged, for you didn’t want to get your clothes dirty. jeonghan was already occupying the left side of the blanket, so you sat down on the right side.

as you settled down, it only occurred to you how romantic this must’ve looked to other people, if other people were there. you felt your cheeks reddening. what the hell is this guy planning?

“are you blushing?” you felt jeonghan poking on your cheek. you instinctively slapped his hand away, and he yelped. “ow! no need for violence!”

you were sure your face was red as tomato now, for you were flustered, and you rarely ever get flustered. “what exactly are you planning, yoon jeonghan?” he cocked his head to the side.

“what do you mean?”

“this,” you gestured with your hands, “and you going to my work place, and asking me out for dinner. what are you trying to do?” jeonghan chuckled.

“if it isn’t obvious to you, princess, i am interested in you.” his words made your heart skip a beat, but you tried to control your facial expression. there was no way you’re going to let this guy know what you’re feeling.

“let’s go out.” you choked on your spit, and started coughing uncontrollably. he only patted your back as if your response was normal.

“we’ve barely known each other for a week!” jeonghan raised an eyebrow at you. “and?” you couldn’t tell him the reason - you couldn’t tell him that his words felt so off, so you came up with another excuse.

“you have to court me properly, duh!” he smirked at your words, and leaned close - too close to your face for your liking.

“do you want me to court you the way junghyun is courting you?” you shuddered at the mere thought of it - but something flashed in your mind.

“how- how do you- how do you know?” you stammered, pointing a hand at jeonghan. “i never told you about junghyun!” jeonghan chuckled.

“i have my sources, princess. i also know he was the reason you were running through the lobby for your life.” you can feel the alarms ringing on your head. you couldn’t think right now - should you listen to him or not?

“well, do you want me to?” he asked again, and, shaking off your thoughts, you grabbed him by the collar.

“i swear, if you court me like junghyun is doing i will never, ever talk with you again.” jeonghan laughed at your words.

“so, you’re allowing me to court you? you must be interested in me too.” you found the faded blush rushing to your cheeks again. you turned your head towards the other way, avoiding jeonghan’s gaze. damn him, you cursed.

“i swear if you don’t stop that-”

“okay, okay, i’ll stop.” jeonghan laughed. “and i won’t court you the way junghyun is. i’ll do it my way, so don’t worry.”

you squeezed your eyes shut. jeonghan was wrong - for there were so many things you have to worry about.

apparently, jeonghan’s way of courting you was to take you out for your lunch breaks, and take you out for dinner.

you also realized that his way of courting you was to save you from the catastrophe that is lee junghyun, which you found yourself grateful for.

the only days he couldn’t take you out for you lunch breaks, you had dragged your team out for lunch, treating them with your own money. they couldn’t say no to it, for it was free food, after all. and you lowkey enjoyed the frustration junghyun was feeling, although you had to admit it was a bit mean.

however, one friday, jihoon had told you to stay in the office because both junghyun and his father wanted to talk to you for an important matter - but they didn’t have a specified time, so you would have to wait for them in your office all day. you were in a bad mood all morning, and you could feel your team feeling your unhappiness, for they all had been a little bit wary that day.

you sent a text to jeonghan to tell him that you wouldn’t be able to go out for lunch on friday, when jeonghan came up with a different suggestion.

[ jeonghan | 11:21 am ] do you want me to get take out for you?

[ jeonghan | 11:21 am ] we can just eat at your office

you bit your lip. you didn’t want junghyun to know about jeonghan’s existence, merely because you didn’t want junghyun to question you endlessly about him. but then again, you kind of felt like the father-son duo were cornering you on purpose, and you didn’t want to fall victim to that. so you agreed to jeonghan’s suggestion.

as the clock turned twelve pm, your team came inside your office through the connected door. “staying behind?” wonwoo asked. you nodded solemnly, before your office phone rang. you picked it up.

“someone’s here to see you - said he made an appointment with you.” the voice over the phone - nayeon, you recognized.

“just let him in,” you replied as you saw your team eyeing each other.

“who’s coming?” soonyoung asked, and you were about to answer when someone knocked on your door.

“come in!” jeonghan appeared as the door opened, two plastic bags of food on one hand. he scanned the room with a grin on his face.

“damn, i didn’t know there would be much people here,” he said as he walked towards your table. “i only bought food for two, though.” soonyoung, wonwoo and junhui were looking at you dumbfounded. you glared at them, signalling them to get out, but soonyoung had a mischievous look on his face.

“ah, you see,” soonyoung started, “miss y/n here never told us she had company coming over.” jeonghan turned his head to look at you as he placed the bags on your table, smirking. “oh, did she?”

“are you going to introduce us?” junhui asked, his tone innocent, but you know there was much more hidden in that innocent voice of his. you smiled, gritting your teeth behind it. “guys, this is jeonghan. jeonghan, this is soonyoung, wonwoo, and junhui. now,” you turned towards the three of them, “i don’t think you guys would like to work overtime today, would you?” the three of them scrambled towards the door, hurrying outside, snorts and snickers could be heard as they exited the room.

you sighed in exhaustion as jeonghan took a seat across you, laughing at you. he took out the food for you - black bean noodles with tteokbokki - as you went to grab him a glass of water to drink. as the two of you settled down, you began eating on your noodles, making a sound of satisfaction as they entered your mouth.

“whoa, slow down there, princess.” jeonghan chuckled as he took a bite of a tteokbokki. “you’re gonna choke yourself to death.”

“that’s probably better than having to face this day,” you said as you swallowed.

“no,” said jeonghan, shaking his head in disappointment as you grabbed a tteokbokki with your chopsticks, taking a bite of them. “then you’re not going to be able to go on our first date tomorrow.” this time, you really did choke, fumbling for your glass of coffee.

“slow down there, princess.” jeonghan was already next to you, patting your back to relieve you from your pain. as you finally calmed down, you turned your head to glare at him. “what do you mean by date?”

“well,” jeonghan said, “you did say i can court you.” he pointed out.

“that doesn’t answer my question!” jeonghan was about to retort back when you heard someone knocking at your door. before you could say anything, the door was already opened, and at the door frame, stood junghyun and his father aka your boss aka ceo lee.

“y/n!” junghyun called, his face bright before noticing jeonghan standing next to you. his face immediately darkened - you wanted to laugh so bad, but you held yourself back.

your boss, however, had a weird expression on his face - something that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. you stood up to greet him, but you found that his attention wasn’t on you, but on jeonghan instead.

“oh,” you said, in initiative, “ceo lee, cfo lee, this is jeonghan. jeonghan, mr lee hyungsik and lee junghyun.” jeonghan had his usual smile on his face as he offered a handshake towards the two of them, but there was something off putting about the smile. it seemed almost… wicked?

“yoon jeonghan,” jeonghan stated as he shook both of their hands. “it’s nice to meet you.” while everyone was smiling, you could sense the thick atmosphere forming. none of their smiles were genuine - they were all fake, and it bothered you, for some unknown reason.

“can’t say the same about you.” you heard junghyun mumbled. you were sure jeonghan heard it too, but even if he did, he showed no signs.

“ah,” ceo lee said, “yoon jeonghan.” as you took another look at your boss’s face, you saw that he was still looking at jeonghan in… awe? fascination? the way he said jeonghan’s name was weird, you thought.

jeonghan, however, made no signs of recognition at all.

“well,” you said, cutting the tense atmosphere in the air, turning to face your guests. “what did you need me for?”

“ah,” your boss spoke up, stammering for some unknown reason. “we- ah, we- well, i forgot what we’re here for.” you saw junghyun turning to face his father in disbelief, but his father did not turn to look at him. “i’ll mail you when i remember what it was about. sorry to interrupt your lunch.” he excused himself and exited your office, junghyun following him in tow - not before glaring at jeonghan, who acted nonchalantly. as soon as they closed the door, you breathed a sigh of relief, closing your eyes.

“wow,” stated jeonghan. “he made it seem as if he's already your boyfriend.” you shuddered at the mere thought of it.

“i know right?” you said, before sitting up and looked at jeonghan. “but the way ceo lee stared at you was weird. did you feel it too?” jeonghan only shrugged.

“i’ve attracted men too, before, y’know?” was the only reply you received, and for some reason, it made you uneasy. not because of the reply - but you felt like there was something way deeper than that.

several weeks passed after the incident, and you and jeonghan have gotten closer. he did take you out on a simple date on the next saturday, and would take you out for lunch or bring it to your office for you. your teammates loved him - sometimes, they would stay behind during lunch and have lunch with him in your office room instead, prompting you to glare at them. it went unnoticed, though.

on the weekends jeonghan didn’t take you out, you went out with your best friends seokmin and seungkwan. you told them about jeonghan, and they were more or less not too surprised about it.

“he called you princess at your first meeting.” seungkwan had simply stated. you scrunched your nose at his words.

“that doesn’t mean anything, though.” seungkwan chortled, and seokmin only looked at you, smiling sheepishly.

“well,” seokmin said, “he did sound like a flirt, to be honest. but then again, if he was only a flirt, he wouldn’t have gone through lengths to get to know you.”

“and more or less, we could see you not having any interest in junghyun,” said seungkwan. “though i don’t know why said guy cannot notice it, even though it’s so obvious.” the three of you had laughed at seungkwan’s words before going into a different conversation.

one particular saturday, your period came earlier than expected, and it was, for lack of better words, hell. you were curled up inside your blanket, writhing in pain, barely able to pick up your phone. so when your doorbell rang, you were filled with rage as you got out of your comfort zone to berate whoever was at the door.

when you saw jeonghan’s face on the doorframe, you scowled, not before letting him in (for in his hands were the familiar take-out bag of your favorite jjamppong and you didn’t want for it to go to waste).

“what are you doing here?” you asked as he headed towards the dining table. he carefully put the take-out jjamppong on the table, before turning to face you, who was already headed into your bedroom again. jeonghan trailed behind you, following you to your bedroom.

“i called your phone a hundred times, but there was no answer, so i came to check up on you.” you rolled your eyes, but he couldn’t see you.

“you sure you weren’t lying?” you said before crawling inside your covers again, sighing at the warmth before the pain in your lower abdomen and back attacked you, causing you to groan in pain. jeonghan called your name in worry.

“are you okay?” you glared at him. “what part of this looks okay to you?” jeonghan winced.

“that time of the month?” you nodded, not before groaning once more at the stabbing pain. jeonghan looked flustered, as if not knowing what to do.

“uh, what should i do?” you groaned, incapable of letting out an answer. he sat on the edge of your bed carefully, as if testing the waters. when you didn’t kick him out of the bed, he took it as a positive sign.

“should we cuddle?” he asked. the pain occupied your mind more that you couldn’t comprehend what he just said, and only nodded. so he snuck into your blanket, positioning some pillows behind him, before leaning backwards into it, pulling you into his arms. he had his arms around your stomach, your back against his chest, and he hummed an unfamiliar song to your ears. you didn’t know how or what happened, but you felt a lot better than you were a few seconds ago that you sighed and snuggled closer into his chest.

he didn’t stop humming and you found your eyes getting heavier and heavier, finally getting the sleep you couldn’t get a few hours ago, before reality hit you hard in the face.

“what the fuck are you doing?” jeonghan stopped humming and stared at you in surprise.

“uh, trying to make you feel better?”

“yeah, but, why in my bed?” he stared at you, still dumbfounded, until he managed to let out a laugh.

“you said it’s okay to cuddle, princess,” said jeonghan, and you felt your cheeks getting hotter. was the pain that bad that you couldn’t even remember what you had said?

“besides,” continued jeonghan, “you’re still here in my arms. so i know you’re feeling a lot better than you were earlier.” you couldn’t even deny it because it’s true - and you found yourself not being able to leave his arms even if you had complained earlier.

“you don’t have to fight the feeling, y/n,” said jeonghan, and you got taken aback. he never called you by your name, so it felt weird in your ears. “if you like it, then just say you like it. i’m not here trying to make you fall for me or anything, i’m just trying to make you feel better.”

“so, if another woman feels like this you’re gonna cuddle them too?” you said, absentmindedly. you didn’t realize what you had said until a few seconds of silence later, and when you did, you buried your face into jeonghan’s chest instinctively, trying to hide the blush that was forming in your cheeks. however, jeonghan noticed what you had said and laughed.

“well, it depends. are you jealous?” you could literally hear him smirk, so you only scoffed in response.

“not an answer, princess.” ah. back again to princess, eh?

“if you don’t give an answer i’m gonna stop cuddling you.” your pride still stopped you from answering, so you kept quiet, testing out jeonghan’s bluff. true to his words, he unwrapped his arms around you and slipped out of the blanket, causing you to lose the warmth he had covered you with earlier. he stood next to the bed, while you hid yourself inside the covers.

“one last chance, y/n,” said jeonghan. you groaned in response.

“fine, ugh, yeah, i’m jealous. happy now?” you expected a smirk, but jeonghan only smiled softly at you, before crawling inside your blanket, snaking an arm around your waist as he tucked his chin on top of your head, with you snuggled into his chest for the second time that day.

“see, now that wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it?” he said, but you only whined because you felt the pain rushing towards your abdomen again. he massaged your back softly and hummed the unfamiliar tune again. you didn’t want to admit it to him, but you were in bliss.

“princess?” jeonghan called. you were halfway towards your dreamland at that point, so you only managed a hum in response.

“are you asleep?” you shook your head, feeling your consciousness being dragged into the surface.

“well,” said jeonghan, and for some reason, you detected nervousness in his voice. “be my girlfriend.” at those three words, your eyes opened up.

“eh?” jeonghan chuckled at your response. “what do you mean, ‘eh’? you know i like you.”

“well, but,” you stammered. “that was unexpected.” deep down, however, you know that the confession itself wasn’t the thing that surprised you.

jeonghan tucked a finger under your chin and lifted your head up, causing you to make eye contact with him. “i’m serious. be my girlfriend.” you scanned his words, trying to find anything in them. but there was nothing hidden in his words.

for the first time after meeting him, you felt like his words were 100% true.

“you couldn’t have asked me when i’m not curled up in my bed, writhing in pain thanks to my period?” you scrunch your nose at him, and he only laughed, pulling you closer into his arms, as if it was possible.

“i don’t care,” said jeonghan. “you look beautiful to me even now, and i wouldn’t want it any other way.” you smiled at him, before replying. “okay then.”

jeonghan only looked at you dumbfounded. “okay? as in… as… as in?”

“as in, yes i’ll be your girlfriend, you idiot.” you rolled your eyes at him, but he was grinning from ear-to-ear, and at that moment, you wondered why you had doubted his feelings for you in the beginning.

he buried his face in your hair, dropping a soft kiss on the top of your head. a few minutes later, when you felt the pain in your abdomen slowly disappearing, you sat up, causing jeonghan to sit up too. you were still in his arms - as if he had no plans on letting you go at all. and for once, you didn’t mind.

not until your stomach growled in hunger, at least.

jeonghan only chuckled as you complained to him, wanting to eat the jjamppong he brought you earlier. instead of answering back, he only looked at you with soft eyes, and you found yourself enthralled in them.

and when he leaned in closer for a kiss, you didn’t back away either.

part four: could be the two of us.

it’s been half a year since you and jeonghan started dating, and he’s been nothing short of the best boyfriend. the pictures on the left cabinet of your office had increased by one - a picture of you and jeonghan at the beachside he brought you to the first time you guys had went out together. he had his arms around you, facing the camera with a grin as the wind blew his hair backwards, and to you he looked nothing short of an angel.

and surprisingly, none of his words had sounded suspicious to you anymore. you couldn’t help but think if it’s because of your growing feelings for him, but you could still sense if others were lying, so you decided to trust him and his words.

instead of weekend dates, the two of you spend your days in your house more - cooking together, playing games together on your switch (with jeonghan beating your ass in mario kart almost every time). one time, seungkwan and seokmin showed up unannounced to your house, and the four of you played a game of mario kart too, which jeonghan still ended up winning.

“hyung, stop cheating!” seungkwan had groaned, but jeonghan only let out a cheeky grin. “it’s called talent, seungkwan. talent.”

you’ve been over to jeonghan’s a few times, but the two of you agreed that your house was far more comfortable than his apartment. he slept over at yours for a lot of times that half of his clothes were probably in your closet. though sometimes, you didn’t find the reason for all the clothes when he was going to discard them to the floor in the end of the day anyways.

however, the down side to it was the fact that junghyun wouldn’t stop bothering you, not even after you told him you were dating jeonghan now.

“so what?” junghyun had said. “you’re not married yet.” you only smiled, gritting your teeth inside. if he wasn’t one of your higher-ups, you would’ve berated him already right there and then.

but instead of getting your own revenge, jeonghan avenged you.

one particular afternoon, because it was the end of the month, you had a lot of work that you didn't even dare trying to leave your office. being the good boyfriend he was, jeonghan decided to come and bring his homemade meal to your office (you had wondered if jeonghan had his own job and he said he does, but he was free to do what he wanted. lucky him.) and on that particular day, junghyun decided it was a good time to barge into your office, uninvited.

you gritted your teeth when you saw him walking towards your table. “what do you want?” junghyun didn’t take notice of jeonghan, and sat down on the other chair next to him.

“let’s eat lunch together too.” you swallowed all the anger in your body, gathering all the remaining un-angry cells in your body, trying to speak to junghyun calmly when jeonghan beat you to it.

“i’m sorry, but she’s having a guest here and you’re barging in uninvited?” junghyun ignored him and only stared at you. you wanted to retort. what kind of person asked to have lunch together and did not bring anything to eat?

“sir.” jeonghan’s voice was firm, and you’ve never heard his voice like this before. it looked to you that junghyun was trying hard to stay ignorant, but jeonghan wasn’t losing.

“i don’t think it’s gonna be a good sight to the other employees if they see the ceo’s son being thrown out of the room, is it?” jeonghan said, a sly grin on his face. “y/n might be holding back because you’re her senior, but i don’t work here, and i can do anything i want to you.”

“if you touch me, i’ll make sure you’ll never be able to step foot in this building again.” junghyun had threatened jeonghan, and jeonghan only laughed - something in it sounded evil, but to you, he was looking very, very, very hot.

“try it. be my guest.” jeonghan said, returning to his meal. “but then again, wouldn’t it be a funny story? the ceo’s son kicked his crush’s boyfriend out of this building because he’s green with envy.” you stifled a laughter when you saw junghyun’s face getting redder by the second. he stood up abruptly and glared at jeonghan.

“it’s not over,” said junghyun, gritting his teeth as he stalked towards the door. “i will get you, one day, i swear to god.”

“you can get me, but you still can’t get your crush.” jeonghan sing-songed. junghyun glared at him before slamming the door of your office shut, and you bursted out in laughter.

“oh, thank fuck.” you sighed in relief. “he’s been pestering me so much more these days it’s driving me crazy that i can’t do anything about it.” jeonghan scrunched his nose in disapproval.

“what kind of unprofessional dude becomes your company’s cfo? sounds like nepotism to me.” you only shrugged.

“to be honest, i don’t know why he’s here either. i think if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s the ceo’s son, someone else would’ve been the cfo,” you said, swallowing the last bite of your meal. “anyways, you sounded hot earlier.” jeonghan raised an eyebrow at you. it was, as a matter of fact, very rare for you to say those kind of things.

“so do you want me to pick fights with your ceo’s son every time i come here?” you shuddered at the mere thought of it.

“no, but the way you laughed at him? kinda hot.”

“noted. i’ll do that next time we’re in bed.” you threw your memo pad at him as he laughed his mischievous laugh that you’ve grown to love.

after that, everything went smoothly - so smooth, that you couldn’t help but think that it’s just the calm before the storm. true to your words, something did happen only a few weeks after the incident with junghyun.

you were in your office, waiting for your team’s daily reports before getting off work when someone knocked on your door. without thinking much, you let them enter, crying out the words ,”come in!” and to your surprise, it was your ceo.

“oh!” you stood up to greet him, but he just dismissed you before closing the door behind him. as he walked towards your table, you saw his eye stopping on the cabinet at your left side, checking out your pictures. his eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and you frowned.

“are you,” he started, “are you dating jeonghan?” huh, you thought. he barely remembers the name of your team, so how come he remembers the name of your boyfriend that he met only once in his whole life?

“yeah, i am.” you said in confidence. “i know junghyun has been after me for years now, but i can’t say that i feel something for him.” ceo lee only sighed. you stared at his face, and felt something tugged your heartstrings. something about his face seemed... familiar?

“junghyun hasn’t really a lot of experience in that area, so i wish you would consider my son as a partner. there’s nothing you need to worry about if you choose him instead of your boyfriend right now. we have money, connections, everything for you to live comfortably.” you sighed internally, your earlier thoughts vanishing into thin air. was junghyun so desperate that he had to ask his father to court you for him?

“mr. lee,” you said, “i’m truly sorry, but i cannot be with your son. sure, the two of you may have the money and the connections and assets, but i don’t think i will be happy. jeonghan makes me happy, and i don’t feel forced to date him.” you braced yourself, ready for your ceo to get mad at you for refusing his offer, but he only sighed in defeat as he turned towards the door. he had his hand on the doorknob, before calling your name one last time.

“be careful of him,” he had said. “yoon jeonghan. he’s not who you think he is.”

and for some reason, that left you very, very uncomfortable.

it was in the middle of the night when the two of you finished. jeonghan dropped down next to your body, the euphoric feeling still lingering as he pulled your body towards him, skin to skin. you hummed in response, arms circling around his neck, turning to look for his eyes.

his eyes caught yours, and he dipped down to press a soft kiss on your lips. it started slow and soft, but it escalated deeper as he swept a tongue against your lower lip. you let out a moan (god, how he loved the sound) and he slipped his tongue inside, exploring your mouth. however, you suddenly pulled back, sitting up, leaving him whining in response.

“you know if we don’t stop we’re gonna continue and i don’t think i have the energy for it.” jeonghan only chuckled at your words, lifting his body to sit up with you, before wrapping his arms around your waist, caging you in a back hug.

“we can sleep for an hour and go for another round.” you slapped his arm as he let out another laugh.

“you’re saying it as if you have the ability to wake up in one hour.” jeonghan pondered for a while.

“well true, i don’t think i’ll be able to wake up then.” he tucked his chin on the crook of your neck, and you only hummed as he swayed your body side by side.

“jeonghan.” jeonghan hummed in response. “today, ceo lee came to my office.” he turned towards you, an eyebrow raised.

“what did he say?” his eyes squinted. you seemed… nervous? fidgety? you were playing with your fingers - a habit that jeonghan noticed you do when you get nervous.

“well,” you said, sounding unsure, “he said, uh, he said to be careful of you.”

something struck him as he stopped swaying both your bodies, shoulders tensing. you noticed it immediately, and turned towards him.

“are you okay?” you asked, and jeonghan felt like it was a pull towards reality. he nodded, his shoulders relaxing a little bit.

“i’m okay,” he assured you. “also, maybe your ceo meant, be careful of him, he’s going to make you whipped as hell.” you rolled your eyes as you slapped his arm again, and he only laughed it off, burying his face into the the crook of your neck.

hours later, when he finally lulled you to sleep, he opened his phone to see several messages from someone he’s been trying to avoid.

[ moonsik | 12:16 am ] where have you been?

[ moonsik | 12:17 am ] i haven't heard from you for months now

[ moonsik | 12:28 am ] come to my house sometime this week.

he closed his phone and tossed it to the bedside table, but he knew he couldn’t run away from him any longer.

against his own wishes, after he told you he was unavailable for the weekend and you said you had something to do, jeonghan went over to moonsik’s apartment. he hadn’t been there ever since he started dating you, and had hoped that moonsik would leave him alone already.

as he arrived in front of moonsik’s apartment, he took a deep breathe, and let out a big sigh. he hated the smell of cigarettes. it reminded him of what his mother went through, and he didn’t want to remember that part of his life anymore.

he braced himself and knocked on the door three times, before opening the door. inside, moonsik was sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette. on his coffee table sat his ashtray - he’s been smoking almost one pack a day, and the smell sickened him so badly, but he held it in.

“it’s been a long time, jeonghan.” he said, breathing out smoke from his mouth. “why do you look so tense? come and sit next to me.” jeonghan obliged, but he felt his body went tense all over.

from the first time he met moonsik, he knew moonsik was a red light. it was obvious. but back then he was still a kid, trying to fight for his own life. he hadn’t given a fuck. but now, he wished he could take it all back.

“how are you?” moonsik asked, and jeonghan only nodded absentmindedly. “good, i guess?”

“haven’t heard from you in years,” said moonsik, taking another puff of his cigarette, and jeonghan only hummed in response. moonsik turned to look at jeonghan. “how’s your plan going?”

that struck a nerve in jeonghan’s body. for he had completely forgotten about his plan.

“it’s, ugh, it’s going- it’s going great,” jeonghan stuttered, the gears in his brain turning around in a hurry trying to find a way out of it.

“oh, really?” moonsik leaned closer towards jeonghan’s face, and jeonghan leaned backwards in instinct. “why are you so jumpy? is there something you’re hiding from me?”

“it’s none of your business,” jeonghan said without thinking. moonsik raised an eyebrow, crushing his cigarette in his ashtray. jeonghan grimaced internally.

“none of my business?” moonsik’s voice rose in anger, and jeonghan curled his fist. “i literally raised you after your mother died, and you have the right to say that it’s none of my business? anything connected to you is my business.”

“you’re not my mother,” said jeonghan. “you didn’t give birth to me, you only taught me how to survive. i thank you for that, but we have nothing else in common.” moonsik let out a maniac laugh, mocking jeonghan.

“you forgot about your plan, didn’t you?” moonsik sneered. “you fell in love with the girl. you wouldn’t chase after a girl for two days, let alone a week. but you keep going for this girl - you definitely forgot about it. that’s why you’re so scared of coming to me.” jeonghan desperately tried to deny moonsik’s words, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything, for he knew that moonsik was right on spot.

“what’s the matter? cat got your tongue?” mocked moonsik, and jeonghan felt the anger inside him bubble. he brought his fist upwards, flying it towards moonsik’s left cheek. it hit moonsik as he growled in pain, eyes glaring at jeonghan, before punching jeonghan in his stomach. jeonghan groaned as moonsik threw multiple punches into his stomach, unable to fight back, for moonsik was physically more gifted than himself. he was about to let moonsik beat him to death, his eyes getting heavier by the minute, before your face appeared behind his closed eyelids.

it was as if you were the source of his energy. his hand found moonsik’s collar, and he stood up, pushing moonsik backwards towards the wall. moonsik was grinning like a psychopath. behind his fringes, his eyes were shining - as if he was taking pleasure in the fist fight. jeonghan knew he had to get out of that place quickly.

“i don’t mind if you cut contact with me,” said moonsik, laughing like a psychopath. “i don’t fucking care! because if she ever find out about you,” he leaned in closer to jeonghan’s face with a smirk that scared jeonghan out of his wits, “she’s going to leave you. for who wants to be with a weakling like you?”

jeonghan’s anger peaked as he punched moonsik in the face one last time before heading out of his apartment, moonsik’s laughing voice echoing in his mind. he took out his phone and blocked moonsik’s number from his phone as he ran for his car. as soon as he got inside his car, he leaned his head on the steering wheel, breathing hard, the pain in his abdomen hurting like hell. he started the engine, letting his mind take him anywhere else but this place.

unsurprisingly, his mind brought him to your house.

“jeonghan?” you answered the door, before gasping in surprise. jeonghan figured he must’ve looked like shit for you to react like that. behind you, a man jeonghan has never seen before appeared - with a boy, around the age of three or four, in his arms. the man had noticeably large ears, and facial features that resembled a camel, and the kid looked exactly like him.

before jeonghan could ask who the man was, you had ushered him inside, visibly worried. he made you sit on the couch, before mumbling around for the first aid kit. the man who stood with you let go of the kid, before following you to look for the first aid kit, which left jeonghan and the kid alone in the living room.

jeonghan doesn’t hate kids, but he doesn’t have much experience with them either. so when the kid looked up at jeonghan curiously, his only response was a tired grin.

“are you okay?” the kid had asked. jeonghan nodded, trying hard to bear the pain in his stomach.

“i’m fine, you don’t need to worry.” the kid looked up at jeonghan, head tilted in confusion.

“but dada and aunt y/n are worried.” aunt? this kid is your nephew? you said you didn’t have any siblings though?

“jeonghan!” your conversation was cut short when you and the man earlier came running to you with the first aid kid in your arms. as you arrived, you fumbled with the box until the man took over and told you to sit next to jeonghan instead. you obliged, sitting next to him and forced him to lie down, head on your lap. jeonghan found he had no energy to fight back, so he did as was told.

“aunt y/n,” the kid called. “is he okay?” you nodded, though to jeonghan, you looked like you were worried out of your mind. you had your arms around jeonghan’s face, checking around for the bruises and any other wounds jeonghan might have.

“this might hurt a little,” the man said before pressing a cotton of antiseptic to jeonghan’s wounds. jeonghan hissed in pain, and you grabbed his hand in instinct. he squeezed it to hold out his pain, and by the time the man was done treating his wounds, he was sweating hard. you were wiping his sweat away with the sleeves of your shirt, murmuring words of “it’s gonna be fine” and “it’s okay, i’m here” to jeonghan’s here.

and jeonghan completely believed in your words.

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hi hi this is just something to track all the hq fics i’ve read recently! this really seemed like a lot when i was putting this together but most of them are less than 15k. this has a LOT of kagehina, plus some kuroken, bokuaka, iwaoi, tsukiyama, and a few other random pairings. favorites are marked with a ✨!

KAGEHINA

✨ his weight in marigolds - karasuno013 (11k)

Tobio imagined that the petals were soft, orange, perpetually messy locks of hair, and his fist clenched around the bud involuntarily.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Please Kiss Him Instead! - Bird_Of_Dreams (6k)

Recently, Kageyama has been receiving what appears to be countless confession letters. The Karasuno volleyball team reacts appropriately with surprise, jealousy, and bemusement (depending on who you ask). But no one is more surprised than Hinata, who is confused and more than a little hurt that Kageyama never told him about them. But is that the real reason behind his conflicted feelings?

As It Should Be - gghostnebula (7k)

Based on a request I saw on Tumblr that someone send fanfics where "Hinata is bullied without the team knowing and then they find out." I like the idea of everyone (including Tsukishima) enraged and vengeful. So I. Did that. I'm so sorry. I'm also really really sorry that the 'ungrateful second-years' aren't really in this because I wanted them to be but I couldn't find a good place for them, since this focuses so much on just Kageyama and Hinata.

Five Plus One - Xachyn (1k)

Five times other people thought they were dating and one time Kageyama wondered if they were.

The Crown and The Crow - Yuu_chi (9k)

Somewhere out there is your forever one wearing your Mark on their skin; it's just a matter of finding them.

✨ In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments (5k)

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

four times hinata and kageyama almost kiss (and one time they do) - spaceburgers (2k)

When it happens, it’s not romantic. Things between them have never been romantic, after all. They’re too stupid for that.

spoiled - buu (2k)

It's the Kageyama that gently takes Hinata's hand when they're walking together, or rests his head on the top of Hinata's when they're watching TV, or pulls Hinata into his lap when he complains about being cold. Hinata struggles at first, confused and thinking Kageyama's making fun of him or something, but he slowly starts to realize that, beyond all belief, Kageyama is the Doting type.

Thaw - peppermint_wind (40k)

Kageyama Tobio just wants to get through the day. He hates winter, he hates most people, and he really hates getting up for an 8:00AM class. That's when Hinata Shouyou, bright and obnoxious, literally comes running into his life at full-throttle and changes everything Kageyama thought he knew.

Basically, the College AU where Hinata and Kageyama meet by Hinata literally knocking into him and spilling hot coffee all down Kageyama's clothes.

touch - buu (3k)

Hinata doesn't notice it at first, really. It's small things, natural things, like when they sit together at lunch and Hinata ends up hooking his ankle over Kageyama's and he doesn't move away; in fact, he seems to not notice it, and go on eating his lunch like nothing's different.

✨ Routine - someonestolemyshoes (29k)

Kageyama Tobio has a routine. Up, shower, dress, breakfast, classes, practice, work, dinner, laptop, show time. Hinata is a well-known cam boy, and Kageyama is his biggest fan.

✨ Acceptable Risk - Mysecretfanmoments (46k)

Tobio braced himself and stood, gathering Hinata’s warm body close. Hinata’s weight settled against him, strengthening the impression he always had at these times: that he was collecting a part of himself, severed by some weird circumstance. In these moments he couldn’t help feeling that Hinata belonged to him, and as long as he didn’t talk about the impression out loud it harmed no one. As it was Hinata mumbled a little, curling into him the way he’d anticipated.

(Kageyama and Hinata navigate living together at university while not dating. It's hard—the not-dating part, that is.)

hot - buu (6k)

Hinata should not be this hot. Kageyama shouldn't find his short stature attractive, shouldn't have problems with his eyes lingering a little too long on Hinata's smaller frame, the way his shirts hang just a little too big on him sometimes.

Oh God - orphan_account (6k)

No, class distinction had never held much meaning for Kageyama. Until the day he met Hinata. One-shot Omegaverse! AU. Smut is heavily present within this story. Mostly PWP, but there's plot, if you squint.

operation: find out if hinata has a hot bod - day (2k)

Kiyoko compliments Hinata's body. It turns into a chaotic mess where the team (aka Tanaka and Nishinoya) tries everything in their power to get a glimpse of Hinata shirtless.

Hinata is oblivious and Kageyama is stressed out.

well, maybe i’m a crook - aruariandance (7k)

The thing is-- Hinata is in love with Kageyama and everyone knows it, including Kageyama.

5 times Kageyama purred + 1 time he didn’t - orphan_account (3k)

No one at Karasuno had ever heard Kageyama purr, but that was normal. He wasn't exactly the most expressive on the team, and no one really minded.

Hurt - someonestolemyshoes (27k)

It’s alarming, Kageyama thinks, how quickly things can go downhill.

One minute Hinata is fine, at the top of his game, spiking left and right and everywhere in between and the next he is crumpled in a limp, lifeless heap on the gym floor and the resounding crack of his head hitting the wood is still echoing in Kageyama’s ears.

knock knock - writedeku (6k)

“I don’t need telepathy to win,” is the first thing he says; nearly shouts it, to be precise. “We can play it without me being linked.”

One by one, the teambonding practises stop as they all turn to Kageyama to gape. Play volleyball without telepathy? It’s not that it’s not possible, but that would put them at such a major disadvantage it’d be like having a team full of one-sided Kageyamas.

the hedgehog’s dilemma - drunkonwritting (17k)

So when he comes to Karasuno, Tobio expects more of the same. He won't make the same mistakes again, but he doubts anyone on the team will like him—Tobio's grown used to his solitary existence, to the point where he can't imagine what it's like to have people around all the time, people who actually want to spend time with him outside of school or practice. He's resigned himself to being alone, because no one in his life has ever decided they want to get to know him or spend time with him or even like him as more than a casual acquaintance. Tobio's tried time and time again to change that and failed over and over—he doubts it's going to change anytime soon.

But when he sees that orange-haired shrimp staring at him from the gym doors, eyes wide and betrayed, he feels a vague sense of premonition.

Don’t Make Me Walk When I Want to Fly - MissKiraBlue (24k)

"I don't want to leave without an apology"

After Hinata rushed from their fight he ended up in a car accident.

But when he wakes up he's not dead and he's not in a hospital either.

Hinata has to live the same day – the day when he and Kageyama fought – over and over again until he finds a solution where he could get out of the time loop.

he may suck at beer pong but he slam dunked my heart - Authoress (9k)

After a while, Kageyama kind of just...forgets how angry the floral snapback makes him. It becomes a companion, almost. It's seen him through many a late library study session, through feeding planaria and wrestling bean beetles into petri dishes. He feels something close to affection for the ever-present hat.

Oh no, Kageyama thinks. I'm attracted to a douchebag.

(The AU where struggling college student Kageyama meets and very unfortunately falls in love with his frat boy lab partner, Hinata.)

room to grow - Mysecretfanmoments (6k)

Third year Kageyama is considerate, careful, doesn't grab Hinata's hair. Hinata's still trying to figure out how he feels about it.

Dare - majesticartax (10k)

“W-wait! Kageyama! What—hold on!” Hinata cries, kicking his legs, flipping around in his setter's strong arms and struggling uselessly, scrambling.

“Can’t we talk about this!?”

Wish You Would - longleggedgit (7k)

The title of this document was just jealouskageyama.docx so that pretty much tells you what to expect.

"If you don't want me to go out with him," Hinata says, lifting his eyes to meet Kageyama's, "then give me a reason not to."

Right Here All The Time - longleggedgit (5k)

"You were flirting," Kageyama says, sounding bewildered, almost accusatory. His chest is heaving under Hinata's hands.

Hinata laughs. "Yeah, and it worked."

Immolate - Marks (2k)

Kageyama balls his hands into fists at his sides and grits his teeth as want builds up in his stomach and sets up camp. It's not the first time he's felt like this around Hinata, but it's the worst every time and he wishes he could just will it away.

come on closer - skeletalparade (6k)

Kageyama shifted uncomfortably on the bench, fingernails scraping against the plastic of his water bottle. He was trying so hard not to stare at Hinata, but it was difficult. Hinata was a good vice captain, but he was ruining Kageyama’s life.

2-Player Mode - medea_azyungele (5k)

Are you ugly or something?" Hinata asks, with his usual lack of tact.

"Oi, dumbass! I'll let you know that-" but he couldn't finish because Hinata interrupts him: "Let's turn on the webcams!"

Suddenly, a square icon pops up in a corner of his monitor.

Oh no he's hot.

I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments (75k)

Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio's part. He'd planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.

a first time for everything - Mysecretfanmoments (4k)

He rolls away from Shouyou, his breathing just a little fast. His body has been weird today, more like when they first started dating. It happens sometimes—mostly when they’ve been on the court together, or they haven’t had time alone—but it feels just a bit different than usual.

((Kageyama bottoms for the first time. established relationship, iltwycs-verse but can stand alone.))

✨ Color Theory - kageyamz (41k)

That’s right, he thinks I’m straight. Kageyama sighed in relief at the answer then tensed up, the gears turning in his brain. Wait, I am straight, right? Kageyama wants a simple time at university, but life has other plans for him.

cheater, cheater (pumpkin eater) - teddy_or_something (7k)

Closets hold many things, one of which being skeletons. In Hinata's case, there was a person where there should've been a vibrator, and that was definitely enough to wilt his erection.

Song fic to Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by P!ATD.

✨ change in pressure - viscreal (37k)

Kageyama couldn’t for the life of him guess what he’d been doing to get so goddamn beat up, but it was there, and the guy wasn’t even taking care of any of it. The pain was making it hard to concentrate during class, making it hard to think at all, and that plus the boy’s overenthusiastic emotions were putting Kageyama in a particularly sour mood, so he really couldn’t be blamed when he snapped something sarcastic at the teacher and got detention in response.

alternatively titled: in which kageyama, an empath whos still just as socially inept as ever, ends up having a gay crisis because hinata cant stop getting hurt.

seventy-thirty - viscreal (4k)

Hinata was the first one to bring it up.

KUROKEN

reddit boyfriends - NeverNothing (4k)

Lev goes on reddit to talk about his senpais and accidentally goes viral. Yaku helps.

✨ you’re the break lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot (15k)

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

✨ the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony (31k)

Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

✨ Best Friends - Mysecretfanmoments (6k)

Every evening they walk home together, Kuro smelling of salt and suntan lotion, Kenma’s hands sore from scooping ice cream all day, and it feels nice. Peaceful.

He’s glad Kuro came, after all.

((During the two weeks he spends manning his uncle's ice cream booth on the coast, Kenma decides that maybe he likes his best friend back, after all))

BOKUAKA

tea-stained polaroids - dalyeau (6k)

“I'm gonna date that,” Bokuto declares solemnly, and Kuroo throws a plastic spoon at his head.

cookies and cream - norio (6k)

Some people might tell Akaashi that he couldn't bake his worries away.

But some people haven't dated Bokuto Koutarou.

Komorebi - OwlBeDamned (8k)

When his thirteenth birthday comes, Akaashi should be elated.

Instead, he is worried.

"WWOOOAH, YOU HAVE GOT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING I HAVE EVER SEEN - NO, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING THE WORLD HAS EVER BEEN BLESSED WITH...CAN I TOUCH YOU?!"

✨ Upstairs - yoogiboobi (16k)

For about a second, a heartbeat, he's met with a pair of dark, piercing eyes, with what is probably eyeliner, looking back at him. It really is just a split second before his hand knocks down three cereal boxes that hit him square in the head, effectively making him break eye contact and drop his groceries to the floor.

In which some of the first things Bokuto learns about his upstairs neighbour are the colour of his eyes and the sound of his moans.

steam - orphan_account (8k)

bokuto: why is he so hot bokuto: why am i so gay kuroo: LMAO you mean your vice captain right bokuto: yeah

kuroo: i got this bro bokuto: what bokuto: wtf does that mean

Bokuto started to panic.

heavy heart, a love apart - drifloon (7k)

(802): Our sex has gotten so much better since we broke up.

IWAOI

✨ It’s Tradition - MelissaWritesStuff (4k)

Every year, without fail, on Oikawa's birthday, Oikawa has somehow gotten a kiss out of Iwaizumi.

lips like sugar - ohhotlamb (8k)

Hajime is offered to learn the art of kissing from a true professional, one Oikawa Tooru. It's not as bad as he thought it would be.

darlin’, your head’s not right - aruariandance (14k)

'“Our wedding,” Oikawa says by way of explanation, tapping his finger against his magazine more emphatically. “What colors should we use? Color scheme is important, apparently.”

Iwaizumi feels his lifespan shortening.

or,

Oikawa teases Iwaizumi about a childhood promise he made to marry him when they were older, except suddenly it's not really a joke at all.

✨ Bet On It - originalblue (13k)

Hajime knows exactly how shitty Oikawa's personality is, and has no scruples whatsover about betting Oikawa six thousand yen that he can't be nice for an entire week.

Something Borrowed - rageprufrock (16k)

In which Oikawa and Iwaizumi have always been a foregone conclusion to everyone else, but a massive, unanswered question to one another.

The PDA jar - orphan_account (10k)

“What is that thing for?”

“I’m glad you asked, captain. This… is the Public Display of Affection jar. Or PDA jar for short.”

“Now whenever you do something that may hurt our children’s innocence, you’ll have to put money in the jar as a punishment."

✨ stumble into the sun - sunsmasher (4k)

“So,” Hajime says, as he peels off his uniform shirt, letting it fall on top of his gym bag. “Have you guys ever heard of like, someone being turned on by people saying nice things to them?”

Matsukawa slams his locker shut. “Oh my god,” he says.

by chance - crossbelladonna (62k)

When Iwaizumi Hajime meets Oikawa Tooru, suddenly everything bursts into color. The only problem is that for the other, it doesnt seem to happen the same way.

the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate au

TSUKKIYAMA

by any other name - parenthetic (5k)

A Concise Guide to Dealing with People Asking if your Best Friend and/or Crush is Single:

Panic Lie Run

Do you see what I see? - honeydragon (1k)

Three times Tsukishima wonders what colour Yamaguchi's eyes are, and the one time he finds out.

The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw (2k)

"But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team. No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.” Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.

Baby, this is how it all goes down - psych0tastic (7k)

In the midst of revising for a class test over at Yamaguchi’s place one night, Tsukki suddenly spoke up and said, “I'd like to bottom the next time we have sex."

OTHER

Rewards Program - surveycorpsjean (8k) - bokuroaka

Akaashi enjoys his normal life, as a normal grocery checker, at a normal grocery store.

Of course, it all goes up in flames when two hot as hell college kids dump their items on the conveyor belt.

Donuts. Glue. Donut holes.

And that's only the beginning.

Edelweiss - ostentatiouslyrealistic (6k) - semi/tendou

Hanahaki Disease (n.) An illness bred from unrequited love, where the victim suffers from coughing up flower petals.

Sympathy From a Lost Boy - meraki_drabbles (11k) - ushiten

The figure was hollow-cheeked and gauntly, with prominent eyelids bulging out under thin raised eyebrows, casting a shadow over irises that Wakatoshi couldn't decide the colour of, but rather processed them as a strange mix of crimson and ruby and scarlet dripped against a mahogany canvas.

"Sorry, am I intruding?

#hq fic rec #fic rec #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fic rec #bokuaka #kagehina #kuroken #iwaoi #tsukiyama

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Daughter Moments

Request: Hello! I’ve read your imagines they are sooo good! I was wondering if I can request a Kili x daughter reader? The ploy can be anything you want but the reader has to be kilis daughter pls? Thankyou!!❤️

Requested by @imagines4everyone

A/N: First of all, thank you so much!! I hope you will like it!

Then also...The ending is my favourite.

Triggers: mentions of injuries, scars, angst, feels (if there's any more, let me know please!)

Tags: @guardianofrivendell @dumbassunderthemountain @imagines4everyone

Kili took a deep breath, as he looked over Dale. The town was beautiful, and he was lucky to be able to look at it during sunrise, every day, before he had to get back to his duties.

He felt the soft wind, running through his hair, and sun glittered in his deep brown eyes. He thought of his wife and daughter, and his mouth had soft dreamy smile in second.

When Kili came back to their shared chambers, he noticed Tauriel, gently stroking their ten months old Y/N's cheek.

"How are my two beautiful girls?" He chuckled, and his eyes were soft, as he looked down at his daughter and wife.

"Papa!" Y/N suddenly let out, and Tauriel and Kili looked at each other in shock and surprise. Their daughter just said her first word!

"You did it, Y/N! You did it!" Kili cried out, and started dancing across the room with his daughter in his arms. You giggled, and Tauriel watched the moment with tears in her eyes.

Five years later

"Papa?"

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?" You frowned, when you noticed your father.

Kili was trying to make a surprise for Tauriel - his wife's birthday was a very special day to him, as well as your birthday - and this year, as any other, it was something sweet. Last year he made her a pair of twin daggers and got all her favourite sweets from bakeries around Dale.

This year, he decided to bake a cake.

Needless to say, it was very funny.

To watch, obviously.

You sat up on the chair, and Kili put his hands on his hips. You looked into the bowl, and giggled. You tasted a bit of it, and frowned.

"Uncle Fili said you can't bake, daddy." You shook your head. Kili nervously looked at you.

"What did uncle Fili say?" You looked at your dad, and decided to tell him everything.

"Well, Uncle Fili said you cannot bake, and that you only eat in the kitchen, and he was right," you said. Kili looked at the light-coloured dough.

"It is salty," you said, and Kili's eyes widened. He slapped his forehead.

"I really switched sugar and salt," Kili sat down to the table, and put his chin on his hands. You wanted to say something, but you noticed his eyes were filling with tears. You jumped off of the chair, and walked to him.

"Why are you crying, daddy?"

"I'm not crying," he said, and got up.

"Can I help you?" You gave him your best puppy-eye look, and Kili sighed.

You just had to get this from him.

"Okay."

When you finally finished the cake, the sun was rising, but you and Kili fell asleep, sitting by the table.

The finished cake was, however, worth it.

Twelve years later

"What did you say?" Kili frowned at you. You shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Kili's usually kind brown eyes had a spark of anger in them.

"That I don't care about you."

"Oh, this. Well, because it's true! You literally make any guy run away from me, and then you make me stay inside! How am I supposed to get to know at least one?"

"You have still enough time for boys." Your father shook his head, as if he tried to get out the idea of dating out as quickly as he could.

"Fine. But if anyone asks, it's your fault," you said half-upset, half-joking.

You almost opened the door, when you heard your father speak.

"You know I want you to have someone who truly loves you," you turned around.

"I...I, um..." Kili deeply sighed. He felt a bit of guilt about the misunderstanding.

"Sit down, please." You did as he said, and he gently took your hands to his.

"When I met your mother, I knew she was...the One. My One. I fell for her even more, when we talked for the first time. And a few years later, there was also you. I was holding you after you were born, and I promised I will make sure you will have the same kind of love, the person you will roll your eyes at, but know you wouldn't want them any other way."

"Dad, I-"

"I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just worried about you and want the best for you, but...the problem is, that in my eyes, nobody is good enough for you. I know you think it's the other way, but, it isn't. At least to me." You felt tears in your eyes.

"What do you think...mom would say?" You quietly whispered, as you felt tears in your eyes. He took a deep breath, probably to try to stop tears, too.

"Your mother would...secretly agree with me, but let you...let you go on an adventure, as long as you promise you are safe." Kili blinked to stop a tear, and sadly chuckled.

"You never know who you meet on an adventure."

You took his hands into yours, and gave him sad smile.

"She is alive. Trying to find her way back, from the orcs. Mom is a fighter."

"I believe too," he said, and looked outside. The sun slid across his face, and made his eyes spark, and showed you the way they used to shine when your mother was still there.

It's been a few months since you and your father talked, and you were on a ride from Hobbition. You liked to visit Bilbo and Frodo, and, as always, told each other news. When you almost got to Rivendell, you noticed someone lying down - with red hair. You stopped your horse, and jumped off of it.

You felt a rush of shock, when you realized who it was. She was full of cuts, but breathing.

You got to Rivendell safely, and when Lindir saw you, you let out just a whisper.

"Help her,"

You had no idea how did you end up in the working space of lord Elrond.

But, having soft blanket over your shoulders and sipping warm tea, after the shock, you wouldn't complain.

"Can I see her?" You whispered. Lord Elrond talked to a healer, and both of them looked at you.

"Your mother is asleep now," the healer carefully said. You nodded.

"Is she-"

"She is alive. We cleaned her injuries, and luckily, they were not even infected yet. You found her just in the right moment." You let out a breath. It felt like a huge weight fell off of your shoulders.

"Get some rest, princess Y/N. It will be good." The healer said, and helped you to get to other chambers, you guessed for guests. You laid down to bed, and fell asleep. You didn't even notice the healer turned around in the door, and slightly bowed, before he walked away.

You woke up into bright sunlight. You realized it was afternoon, and when you properly woke up, you found out you slept almost whole day and night.

When you took a bath and changed into light dress, you decided to go ask healer how was your mother doing.

You carefully knocked on the door. Someone slowly opened the door, and you realized it was the healer you already knew. After a short talk, he told you to get some rest. You decided to listen to him.

You didn't expect to fall asleep next to the bushes of lavender in Rivendell gardens, but the sweet, calming scent was strong.

You woke up with slight headache, and sat aside from the plants. You watched the sunset, and yawned. You also realized you haven't eaten whole day, and looked around for some fruit. You got up, and soon you found a few servants, who were actually looking for you, and as they mentioned dinner, you had no more questions.

At the dinner, you noticed the male healer you met earlier. You blushed when he noticed you looking at him, but he didn't do anything. Later, he catched your eyes again, and send you a tiny smile. You felt yourself smile as well.

After the dinner, Lindir walked you to your chambers. You took a bath, and when you got dressed, you opened your window and put a pillow and a blanket on the floor, to continue watching the sunset, and look at the stars. The sky was bright, and the fresh air made you feel lot better.

You got back to bed, but left the window open.

Your felt familiar smell, as you woke up. For a moment, you were five again, in your chambers in Erebor, and it was your birthday. Only other thing was the itchy feeling on your arms and legs.

Damn mosquitos.

"Mum?"

"I didn't mean to wake you, wildflower," you gasped and sat up, wide awake.

It was really her. Your mother, her red hair shining in the morning sun, looking at you.

Her face was full of cuts,which were in process of healing, and fading scars. Her hair was literally chopped off, now down to her chin.

Her green eyes were, however, full of motherly love. Just as you always knew them.

"This-this is a dream!" You let out a cry. She hug you tightly, and let out a cry too.

"I'm so glad you're safe..."

"What happened to you?" You whispered, as your arms tightened around her, afraid of it being just a dream.

"The orcs prisoned me, I tried to escape, but I was weak and didn't have any weapons. This time, I was finally lucky," she whispered, as she brushed your hair by her fingers.

"I'm here, Y/N. I promise it isn't a dream. I was fighting to run away every single day, and nothing could keep me away from you anymore."

Later that day, you sat down, to write a letter to Erebor.

Dear father,

I had to stay in Rivendell for longer, but, as you will find out - it was worth it...

Two years later

"Kili," Tauriel frowned at her husband. Kili looked at his wife with raised eyebrow.

"It's a boy, Tauriel!"

"And?"

"She's my little girl! She was born like...yesterday," Kili wiped off a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Well, our little girl is having a lovely partner. You will like him." Kili's eyes widened, and Tauriel tried not to laugh.

"You already met him? And didn't tell me?!"

"Well..." Tauriel would roll her eyes. Her husband was literally freaking out.

She didn't have the heart to tell him the reason you went to Rivendell or Mirkwood was because of your love, not because of political...anything.

Before she answered, you walked in, nervously smiling at both of them.

"I have, um...someone I want to introduce to you," you said. Your mother nodded at you with smile, and you sighed and patted your father's shoulder.

"It's fine, dad." You opened the door, and 'the elven healer from Rivendell', as you knew him two years ago, walked in.

"Mum, dad...this is, um, my boyfr-"

"Nice to meet you," Tauriel said, but looked at her husband by the corner of her eye.

"So...you are the elf my daughter is courting," Kili said, and you looked at your boyfriend. Him and your father were watching each other, and you gently took your lover's hand into yours, worried they might start fighting. Until...

They both broke a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Prince Kili. Y/N has told me a lot of good things about you."

"Y/N, would you come and prepare some tea with me?" Your mother asked you, and you both got out of the room.

You listened their conversation, talking about your meeting, and, your dad's, and your lover's, favourite - archery.

"I can't believe it!" You said, whispering.

"I know," your mother tried to hold in laugh.

"They literally-"

"Yes. Seems like they go along well."

"Now my dad will spend more time with my lover than I do," you pretend to be dramatic, but secretly you thought if it wouldn't be better if they didn't like each other.

You walked back in the room, with cups with steaming tea.

"Don't worry. Both of them know who are the best archers in the family," Your mother gave you a smile, and you proudly nodded, as you placed the cups down on table.

"That's not true, I always let you win!" They said at the same time, and you and your mother shared a look.

Later that day, you were with your father in the gardens. He was enjoying the quiet evening, and you were reading.

"Dad?"

"Hm?"

"You know...you said, about boys...that nobody would be good enough for me. In your eyes."

"Yeah." He nodded, and turned towards you.

"So, um...what do you think, now when you met my boyfriend?" You nervously waited for his answer.

"I think...I would never expect to say this, but...I approve him." You let out a laugh.

"Just because you're both good at archery?" He rolled his eyes.

"I wanted to say he seems to be very nice, but that too. We gotta keep the skill in family, don't we?" You shook your head and snorted with laugh.

"As well as recognizing elf men and elf maids." You started laughing when you noticed your father's wide eyes and flushed cheeks under his beard.

"Who told you that story?"

"Well...Uncle Fili has told me many interesting stories from your adventures," you said. Your father quickly stood up.

"Uncle Fili will quickly be reminded of what does it feels like to have younger brother," Your father muttered, as he walked inside the castle.

#kili #kili x reader #tauriel x reader x kili #tauriel x reader #tauriel #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #fluff #angst #request #requested #aidan turner #aidan turner x reader #fili x reader #kiliel

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The idea of Ren joining the Amputees-Only club sounds so bittersweet... cuz before he knew they were having fun, but also knew that they were allowed to have a bond like that. He never expected to join them.

I can honestly imagine in his first few meetings there's a few times where Ren just cries, poor guy...

Rendog's first Amputee's Only Club Meeting (written under the cut because this one is longer than normal)

Despite what the universe seems to think, Doc is a pretty easygoing guy. Yes, he does look scary as hell and yes, he was a mob boss at one point, but that doesn’t mean he’s a violent person. Well, he’s violent when he needs to be, but that doesn’t mean he enjoys it. In reality, his favorite moments are all from quiet parts of his normal, boring, daily life as a hermit.

In these everyday moments, Doc likes to process things. He likes to sit in the greenhouse and watch the bio bees work alongside the robot bees. He likes to brush his fingers on the plants and let his half-robotic brain process the data into something that resembles touch. He likes to listen to Grian and Etho chat as they work.

He observes small moments like these because that’s all he really does. He takes in data and processes it. He uses the processed information to judge his surroundings and react accordingly. Sometimes this means that he uses his data to laugh at his friends who make dumb jokes. But sometimes he uses the data to run, hide, or fight back. When all you do is process data to keep yourself alive, it becomes very hard to ignore incoming information.

This is how Doc eventually locates Ren. He wasn’t planning on finding where his longtime friend wheeled off to, much less go searching for him, but Doc unfortunately decided to take a more leisurely route to the bridge and his camera eye caught the slight movement anyway. Doc has to give it to him; the man knows how to hide. The werewolf is in a lesser-used community room, curled into a dusty couch that’s been shoved into the corner. The chrome wheels of his temporary mobility aid reflect off of the window overlooking deep space. Ren has his left leg drawn up to this chest. His stump of a right leg rests on the couch cushion, shunned. Ren’s obviously hid because he doesn’t want to be found, but unluckily for him, Doc was specifically altered to notice things.

Ren’s flinch when Doc claps his hand on his shoulder is almost unnoticeable. Ren looks like he’s either been crying or had a bad allergic reaction to the dust. Doc assumes the former.

“Cub was working on your new parts earlier today. They look pretty sick,” he ventures.

Ren looks like he has the entire universe on his shoulders. “That’s wonderful,” he mumbles. He opens his mouth as if to say more, but instead sighs and slides his eyes shut.

Doc plops down on the couch and slings his arm over the back of the rest. The action makes Ren recoil again, this time more visibly, and Doc pointedly ignores it. Instead, he says, “As much as I want you to come see what Cub is making, you will go to him when you feel like it. There is nothing you need to do right now besides heal.”

Ren barks out a wet laugh. “Bro, I appreciate you so much, but how can stumps heal?”

Doc’s cybernetic hand twitches in sympathy. “You know what I mean, man, and we both know it.” Doc replies. He looks down at the sliver of space between his leg and Ren’s and chews his words. Ren shifts his gaze to Doc’s arm, then to gaze directly at the creeper’s face.

Doc feels uncomfortable in a way he’s never felt before. All of the other amputee hermits were already amputees when they joined the crew. They had time to heal, be angry, and let go in their own ways. He did, too. But now, with Ren sitting next to him, suffering through the same kind of anguish Doc felt when he first woke up from being operated on, Doc suddenly doesn’t know how to act. How do you comfort someone who literally lost a third of their body? As much as Doc knows what that feels like and as much as he wants to help his friend, he might not be able to. He might not ever be able to.

It’s the single most heartbreaking thing that Doc’s realized in a long, long time.

This revelation causes the duo to sit in silence for a long while. Then, Doc gets an idea. His eye shifts to look at his friend. Ren narrows his eyes tiredly but waits anyway.

“The Amputees-Only Club meeting is in a few minutes.” Doc murmurs. Ren is silent, but he plows on. “I think you should come,” he pleads. “I think everyone would be very happy to see you.”

Ren’s throat clicks as he swallows. “I’m sure they would.”

“I would be very happy to see you.”

Ren’s eyelids squeeze together. “I know you would.”

“Then let’s go,” Doc insists as he pushes himself to his feet. He turns around and smiles as much as he can at his friend, still curled up on the couch. Ren gazes exhaustedly back. “I think it would be a good idea.” He wishes his smile weren’t so frightening.

Ren moves to rub his eyes with his hands but remembers he’s missing one of his arms a little too late. The resulting crumpled expression immediately burns into Doc’s deep storage memory. “I don’t know, Doc.” The werewolf manages after a long moment. “I appreciate you trying to help, but…”

Doc understands. Of course he does. When he first joined the hermits, the idea of a weekly club meeting exclusively for amputees sounded farfetched at best and belittling at worst. Hell, he didn’t even think there were enough amputees on the team to warrant a club. Imagine his surprise when three other people showed up to his first session, all excited he was there to hang out with them.

With this in mind, all he can do is repeat, “I think it would be a good idea.”

Ren stares up at him, and in that moment, he looks as old as Xisuma. But then he gently closes his eyes, inhales slowly and shallowly, and motions for Doc to drag his mobility aid closer. Doc complies immediately.

The journey to the meeting room, like every other journey on the Hermit Craft, is long. It’s made even longer because of Ren’s inexperience with his aid, but Doc doesn’t dare to offer his help. They eventually end up in front of the elevator that Doc remotely called beforehand with his brain chip. When the doors open, Doc lets Ren wheel in first.

Ren is silent in the elevator. Doc tries to catch his expression, but his friend’s unruly hair blocks his vision. “We’re playing cards tonight.” He mentions.

“That’s what you do at every Amputee-Only Club meeting.”

Doc shifts his eye back to the elevator door. “…Correct.”

Ren doesn’t reply.

When the duo finally reaches the Club meeting room, Doc pauses outside for a moment instead of directing his brain to open the door like normal. He glances down at Ren again and murmurs, “if you don’t want to go back, or to your room or something, that’s—”

“It’s fine,” Ren interrupts. He sounds defeated. “We walked all the way here, so we may as well go.”

Doc activates the door without another thought.

The door slides open and reveals the club room. It’s small, smaller than the average community space on the Hermit Craft, but it feels warm. The soft yellow color painted on the walls matches pleasantly with the yellow of the couch cushions. Joe definitely was the one to orchestrate that. There’s a small kitchenette in the corner that’s set up to have nice views of outer space. Various game tables fill the rest of the room, a few surrounded by five chairs. Doc wonders if Ren will notice the new chair addition. Maybe he already had.

The most interesting part of the space, though, is the people within it. TFC is bundled up on the couch, snoring pleasantly and covered in at least ten blankets. His usual plate of cookies is already half eaten. Iskall is standing at the kitchen counter, fiddling with a teacup filled with a mysterious bright pink liquid. His outfit has a few suspicious-looking singe marks at the hem. Finally, Scar is sat at the poker table in the middle of the room, crossed legs resting on an adjacent chair. He’s sorting through a pile of yellow and orange chips. To Doc’s continued wonder, the stack of bright blue cards resting near Scar’s elbow have miraculously not been knocked onto the floor yet.

When the doors open, Scar and Iskall look over. Ren immediately shifts at Doc’s elbow. Doc waits a moment to let Ren speak if he wants to, but when his shorter friend remains silent, he clears his throat in a grinding noise and announces, unnecessarily, “We’re here.”

Scar is so excited that his eyes have turned into little slivers of green. “Ren, I’m so happy you decided to tag along!” He kicks one of the chairs out from the table and clonks his foot on it for emphasis. The blue cards wobble on the edge of the table but still refuse to fall. “Sit down! Iskall can get you something to drink. Have you ever played poker?” He leans forward with the question. “It’s difficult, but I think it’s fun!”

“Uh, I haven’t.” Ren replies awkwardly, still at the door alongside Doc. “I’ve never even heard of it before.”

“Yeah, I would be surprised if you knew about it. It’s one of those old-timey games from TFC’s era.” Iskall says from across the room. He is now by the couch and is gently patting TFC’s fluffy hair to wake him. “Don’t worry that you don’t know. We’ll teach you.”

Ren tries and fails to make a pointed noise of interest, but he still seems intrigued. Doc feels the knot in his chest loosen a little. He rolls his shoulders to relieve some tension and moves to sit down. By the time he turns his head to look back, Ren is already wheeling forward to join him but looks lost as to where he should sit.

“Howdy, Ren. Sit next to me so I can teach you, but I’ll only teach if you’re willing to listen.” TFC, now awake, grumbles good-naturedly as he heaves himself off the couch. With his large frame still wrapped in a dozen blankets, he looks like a huge bear compared to Iskall. Which is impressive, Doc thinks, since Iskall is nowhere near frail. TFC’s metal prosthetic clonks on the floor as he walks over to the poker table. As he sits down across from Scar, he says, “There’s no point in just sitting there and gawking at us. Grab a seat.” He uses his leg to nudge the chair to his left.

Ren blinks and maneuvers his aid to let him sit down next to the astronaut. TFC procures a blanket from his pile and offers one to him. Ren, after slowly settling in his chair, accepts the pink fuzzy blanket. Doc accepts a purple one.

TFC lances over to Ren as he saves the blue cards from the edge of the table. “Poker’s good fun. You’ll get it in no time.” He snorts and flicks his gaze to Scar, who is busy stacking the chips into a pyramid. “This one always makes sure we have a great, long game.”

Scar looks up and winces minutely in a false apology. “Sorry about that.”

TFC chuckles. “Boy, I’ve never had better games than when I play with you.”

Scar’s grin almost sparkles. TFC and Doc grin back and Iskall hides his laugh in his shoulder.

“Anyway, ready for your first game with us amputees?” TFC brings the conversation back to Ren, who suddenly looks a lot more uncomfortable.

“I,” he begins, his eyes flicking to TFC, then Doc, before looking down. “I, well, uh…”

The table is silent. Iskall is staring at the table with his hands in his lap. TFC sighs and begins shuffling the cards. Doc, as much as he wants to clear the air somehow, can’t seem to find a way to do so. Scar just looks sad. He looks right at Ren, almost through him.

Ren stares back, eyes wide.

“You don’t want to be here.” Scar says quietly, finally. It’s not a question. Ren’s choked response makes the ex-convex smile slightly. “You can say so, Ren. You’re not going to hurt our feelings. None of us want to be here. But, as much as we may want to, we can’t change what happened to us.” He falls silent again as he looks at a particularly twisted scar on the back of his left hand. He rubs at it harshly with the pad of his thumb before Iskall stops him. “This might be selfish,” Scar continues, softly, “but I’m happy that I at least don’t have to sit in here alone.”

For a long moment, the table is silent. Then, with a rush of noise, Ren makes a sound like he’s dying. In a certain way, Doc thinks, he is.

“I don’t want to be here,” Ren confesses as his open mouth contorts and tears roll down his face. “I don’t want to be here.”

All Doc can do is wrap his arms around everyone else, encasing Ren and his other amputee friends in his embrace, and wish he could do more.

#hermitcraft #space outlaws stories #rendog #docm77 #tinfoilchef #goodtimeswithscar #iskall85

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ptergwen · 3 years

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Peter Parker x Avenger Reader/ the reader gets stabbed on a mission and hides it from everyone. But Peter is suspicious and try’s to check. Can it end with angst please?/ if you don’t feel like it then never mind, don’t worry!!! ❤️❤️❤️

you want it to END with angst? well shit this one is gonna hurt.. literally

warnings: mentions of blood and death

“nice job, gang,” tony announces after you all pile on to the jet. “no one’s injured, no one’s dying. most importantly, i have no paperwork to sign.” he pretends to wipe sweat off his forehead. he’s sitting next to steve, who’s in the pilot’s seat. you tense up in your own. “what did i say about teamwork?” steve flashes tony one of his oh so charming smiles. “it’s all we’ve got,” sam answers, biting back a smirk.

“i don’t know about the no injuries thing, mr. stark,” peter murmurs, making your heart beat faster than it already was. has he figured it out already? “what’s that, kid?” tony wonders. he looks at him over his shoulder. “think i got a few cuts back there,” peter replies with a sheepish smile. natasha lets out a sigh. “you’re so brave.” “thanks for sharing your story,” sam adds on.

forcing out a laugh, you scoot the tiniest bit away from peter. he’s still joking around with the team. you’re trying to get out of his embrace, which is a first. his arm is wrapped tightly around your shoulders. too tightly because he’s pressing into your stab wound. it is keeping you from bleeding out, though.

you were the only one to actually get injured during the mission, but you didn’t say anything. you’d be ruining the otherwise successful night, which the team doesn’t get many of. the last person you want to find out is peter. it’s a hard secret not to share when your blood is literally on his hands.

“y/n, you’ve been awfully quiet. cat got your tongue?” tony observes with an eyebrow quirked. “thank god. let it stay that way.” bucky shoots you a wink. sam elbows his side. now that peter thinks about it, you haven’t said a word since the jet took off. “yeah, that’s a little... odd. you okay, baby?” he quietly asks, pulling you back into his side. “i... i’m just...” you wince when he squeezes you.

“i don’t have anything to say, i guess.” you’re giving peter a pained smile. “what’d i say about excuses?” steve chimes in, a knowing tone to his voice. “don’t make them,” natasha finishes for him. “what’s really bothering you, y/n?” “we’re here to listen, whatever it is.” steve glances over at you before putting his eyes back on the sky. “no, really! it’s nothing,” you insist, peter rubbing up and down your arm.

you can feel the blood starting to soak through your suit. he’ll be feeling it any second, too.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom. tell me what i miss,” you say to everyone. you’re quick getting to your feet. “i’ll go with you,” peter instantly decides. “you can’t!” you put a hand on his chest, effectively holding him back. “it’s... period stuff. that’s what’s bothering me, guys.” “there it is,” sam chuckles. “i can see that,” bucky agrees. natasha rolls her eyes at both of them.

“you know i don’t care about any of that,” peter scoffs and laces your fingers together. “can’t scare me off so easy.” if you weren’t lying and bleeding in other places, that would have been sweet. “it’s fine, pete. just stay here, okay?” you bite your lip as a wave of pain shoots through you. tony takes note of that. “ok. call me if you need anything?” peter raises both eyebrows for emphasis. “i will. alright, um... bye.”

with that, you scurry off to the bathroom. you stumble on the way there and grab on to your shoulder. that doesn’t go unnoticed by the team.

“i don’t think she’s fine,” bucky concludes after a minute. natasha laughs in disbelief. “of course she’s not! her uterus is-“ “not that!” he squeezes his eyes shut at the image she almost painted. “he’s right, kid was acting pretty weird. weirder than usual.” sam shares a look with tony. “go check on her, parker,” tony gently requests, steve frowning. peter exhales a breath he’s been holding. “yeah, i’m on it.”

you free your right arm from your suit as soon as you get to the bathroom. it’s where the wound is, and it’s really bad. blood is dripping down from your shoulder to your arm, sticking to the rest of the suit. it gets in fly away pieces of hair when you look for the source. your eyes flood with tears, lip once again between your teeth. your heart is beating so fast that if you don’t die from this, it’ll be from cardiac arrest.

you’re attempting to clean up your wound with water and toilet paper, muffled whimpers escaping you. you have no idea what you’re supposed to do, but it’s definitely not this. it stings so bad every time you touch it. silent tears fall down your face while you continue taking care of yourself the best you can.

a sudden knock at the door makes you jump. “y/n?” peter speaks sternly, like he knows what’s going on in there. he doesn’t. he’s just worried about you. “y/n, it’s me. can i come in?” “what? no!” you yell, still holding the crumbling toilet paper to your wound. “i need... i- i really need some privacy. please.” your voice becomes a sob at the end. peter only grows more concerned.

“baby, what’s wrong? it’s gotta be more than your-“ a loud thud coming from the bathroom cuts him off. “what was that?” he’s already reaching for the doorknob. “nothing. i...” you don’t even try to lie this time. you can’t. “i’m coming in.” peter warns you, throwing the door open without another protest. his whole world collapses at what he sees.

curled up in a ball on the floor is you, with your suit half off and blood everywhere. you’re shivering, crying, desperately clutching at your shoulder. you were just sitting right next to him, in his arms. how could he not have realized?

“oh my god,” peter breathes, getting on to his knees in front of you. “when- when did you... what happened? how long have you been-“ he can barely form one sentence. he’s in so much shock, and so fucking scared. “during the mission,” you respond in a sniffle. “someone had a- a knife or something. they stabbed me.”

peter presses both his hands to your open wound, frantically searching for your eyes. “fuck...” his voice cracks. “why didn’t you tell me, y/n?” he’s whispering, moving closer to you, face inches from yours. “because you...” before you can finish, your eyes start rolling back. “no, no, no!” peter takes one hand off your shoulder and brings it to your chin.

“stay with me, y/n. you can’t... you can’t go yet. don’t do this,” he cries out, his own face now coated in tears. his fingers grabbing at your chin force you to look at him. “it hurts so bad, peter,” you whimper. your eyes are void of color when they finally meet his. “i know, baby. i know.” peter blinks hard, his hand moving to cup your cheek.

“i didn’t want you to worry,” you start, peter caressing your skin softly. he has to bite down on his tongue to keep from screaming. “or add to the list of people you lost. seems like i’m doing it right now, though.” a sad smile crosses your features. “no... don’t say that.” he furiously shakes his head, thumb smoothing over your cheek.

“you’re gonna be fine, y/n. i’ll get mr. stark, and- and he’ll know what to do,” peter tries to convince you both. you’re not buying it. “what if it’s too late?” you croak. “it’s not. we’re gonna be okay, okay?” he leans down to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds. “i’ll get him now. be right back, y/n/n.”

peter’s hands leave you slowly. he replaces his one on your shoulder with your own. “you’re not going anywhere,” he assures you once more, you giving him a stiff nod. he’s rushing back to inform the team of your condition just like that. your eyes fight to stay open again. you let them close, the pain too much to handle.

“i’ll always be with you.”

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #peter parker imagine #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker x avenger!reader #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader

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biggest-stupidhead · 4 years

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could I request a jealous Levi scenario?

Sure thing! I chose to do this in a modern setting so I hope that’s okay!

Summary: Levi gets jealous at the function.

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: alcohol, mentions of drugs

The loud music pounded against Levi’s already achey head. The alcohol wasn’t helping by any means, the red solo cup filled with cheap beer was mostly untouched. He questioned why he even agreed to leave the comfort of his dorm room to come to the disgusting frat house. Then he remembered, Hange had promised that you’d be there. However you were no where to be seen, he had been sure to linger near the entrance, his back pressed firmly against the wall as he scanned the crowd. The main floor of the frat was heavily crowded with drunk students, obnoxious party music and the unmistakeable scent of weed. He rolled his eyes when he noticed that Hange was plowing her way through the crowd, her glasses were pushed onto the top of her head, revealing her coffee brown eyes, which were a tad bloodshot.

“Levi! You’re literally being the definition of a wallflower right now, come do some shots with Erwin and I!” Hange begged when she reached him, her iron grip closing over his free hand and tugging hard.

“Let go of me four eyes.” He huffed, as he pulled his hand from her grasp as the pair weaved through the dense crowd. Hange obeyed seeing that he was following her. She led him into the dirtiest kitchen that he had ever laid his eyes on, solo cups littered the counters, a rouge bowl of chips sat haphazardly on the edge. A girl with brown hair sat perched on the counter, a puff bar in one hand and a bottle of malibu in the other.

“Sasha! Let me get another hit!” A boy with a beanie begged, making grabby hands at the girl who pulled the nicotine out of his reach.

“Nah.” She said with a cheeky giggle as she took a hit to spite him. Levi frowned when he finally recognized the two of them. He was a TA for their business class, and now he wasn’t so surprised by how low they managed to score on their tests as he watched them grapple for the puff bar. He felt his shoulders loose some of the tension when he spied a familiar head of blond hair, Erwin’s back was to them as he poured out a line of shots into tiny red plastic cups.

“Hey baldy! Where’s (Y/n)?” Hange asked, as she threw an arm over the Connie’s shoulders. He tensed, turning to face her with a confused expression. Levi couldn’t help but turn his attention to their conversation, eager for the boy’s answer.

“Hm that’s a tough one....” Connie said, as he stuck his hand under his beanie to scratch his head in thought.

“She went downstairs a while ago!” Sasha answered for him, her legs kicking against the cabinets loudly.

“Oh yeah that’s right!” Connie said eagerly, taking Sasha’s moment of weakness to snatch the nicotine from her grasp and take a long hit.

“Perfect!” Hange exclaimed as she turned to grab a shot that Erwin had poured and threw the liquor down her throat. Erwin frowned but handed Levi one of the shots. He glanced down at the mystery liquid but ultimately decided that it was better than the warm beer in his hand. He took the shot and glanced at Hange who was now asking the younger students to lead them to the basement. The pair agreed and soon they were weaving back through the crowd. Sasha opened one of the doors down a dimly lit hallway near the bathrooms, the music was not nearly as loud as it was in the main room. The rickety stairs seemed a bit precarious as the group descended them, loudly creaking under their combined weight. Once they reached the basement, Levi found himself to feel more at ease with the lack of people. The scent of weed was strongest here, a group of underclassmen sat on the sofa which was so crowded that some of them were sitting on each others laps. Their head turned to see who had joined them, they all cheered when Sasha and Connie waltzed in with their hands up. But Levi’s eyes were busy searching for you. He found you at long last sat on the arm of the couch, an arm thrown over Eren’s shoulders as he took a hit from the bong. Your face was so close to his, a dopey grin on your perfect lips. He felt a nasty feeling bubble in his stomach, the relief of seeing your familiar frame subsiding almost instantly. Hange and Erwin were being interrogated by the underclassmen, who seemed surprised to see their TAs at the party. Levi’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching as Eren passed you the bong, which you took a long drag from.

“There’s my favorite little bio major!” Hange cried as she practically knocked you off the sofa, her arms wrapped tightly around you as you tried to keep the bong from falling. Eren took it from you and passed it to the next dimwit before disaster could strike. The laugh that you let out made Levi’s heart beat pick up a few paces as he watched you return Hange’s hug.

“Hange! What’re you doin here?” You asked, your words a bit slurred as Hange now succeeded in pulling you off the couch to embrace you fully.

“Came to see you of course!” She giggled, burying her nose in your hair as the two of you rocked as you hugged. Your eyes finally found Levi, standing at the foot of the stairs with a scowl on his delicate features.

“For me?” You said as you shot him a sly smile, his head whipped away in embarrassment of being caught staring.

“Duh.” Hange said, finally releasing you and turning to follow your eyes.

“He’s been asking for you all night.” She whispered and you blushed at this. You’d had the pleasure of meeting Levi only a handful of times, usually during your study sessions with Hange for bio.

“Why me?” you asked curiously, as Hange pushed your towards him.

“Isn’t it obvious? He likes youuuuu.” She cooed as she continued to shove you across the room. You stumbled a bit and caught yourself on the wall, Levi was only a few paces away, his cool eyes watching the pair of you with intrigue.

“Leave her along shitty glasses.” Levi scolded, turning and closing the distance between you.

“Sorry big guy, I’ll just be-” She jabbed her thumb back in the direction of the couch and darted away, tackling Erwin from behind. Levi scoffed and you giggled, still leaning against the wall to keep yourself steady.

“Hey.” you said a bit sheepishly as you gave him your full attention at last.

“Hi.” Levi grumbled, propping himself up against the wall as well.

“So...what brings you here?” You asked knowingly as he clicked his tongue, nose scrunching as he considered the hint of teasing in your tone.

“Not the beer.” He answered, you let out a bark of laughter at that, much to his pleasure.

“Then what?” You pressed, giving him doe eyes as he set his cup down on the small table to his right.

“You know what.” Levi huffed and you smiled up at him triumphantly, your hand reaching for his. Your fingers laced with his and his heart felt as if it was about to leap out of his chest.

“Come sit with us.” You said softly as he timidly returned the grasp on your hand.

“I’m not into drugs.” Levi said, his gaze shifting off of you momentarily to see Eren staring at the two of you.

“Okay...then let’s go outside. It’s really nice out.” You offered and Levi nodded, you led the pair of you back up the stairs and through the crowd. His hand firmly grasped in yours as you ducked around drunk college students. Finally you reached the back porch of the frat, which was littered with cups, but otherwise empty. The frat was perched on one of the highest hills above campus, overlooking the sprawling space. The lights twinkling brightly in the distance.

“Honestly wasn’t expecting to see you here.” You hummed as you leaned against the railing, Levi mirrored you, his elbow brushing yours as you looked out at the campus.

“I don’t usually...come to these places.” Levi said, his eyes focused with an odd intensity on the landscape, while yours were trained on his side profile.

“I’m glad you came.” You said sweetly, leaning your head against his shoulder boldly. He turned and looked down at you, surprised with the sudden affection, but not opposed. After a moment you picked your head up, eyes shining in the low light as you looked up at him softly. Levi turned, waiting for you to speak, but your eyes were tracing his face, landing on his lips, pressed into a tight line. Your eyes flicked back to his own, your hand leaving the railing in favor of holding his hoodie sleeve. He leaned against the railing, his back pressed into the wood. You followed him, pressing your chest to his, nose brushing his, you smiled, your breath fanning over his lips.

“I really like you Levi.” You assured him as he sat stiffly under you, at your words he seemed to relax a bit, his other hand looping around your waist, his thumb digging into your hip.

“You’re...not the worst.” Levi kicked himself mentally at the response, but you didn’t seem to mind. Another breathy chuckle and then your lips were on his, soft and smooth. He sighed as he pulled you impossibly closer, allowing himself to sink into you at long last.

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chasingpj · 3 years

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𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

"Bye, for now, puddles."

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 6,220

warnings: a little angst, missing a meal, death of a parent, i believe that is all.

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: hi hi! I'm so excited to finally get this chapter to you guys. I'm sorry this literally took a month. i was taking two writing-intensive courses this summer and i was just burnt out. i hope you enjoy it!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

A grunt escapes you; your contorted body weighs down the top of your suitcase as your damp fingers slip off the metal zipper. The unforgivingly humid weather provokes the heat of your efforts, adding to your discomfort. There’s urgency in your fingers, your frustration growing at each failed attempt to close your suitcase.

“Y/n! Hurry up!” Atticus shouts from outside of the Hermes cabin. As the zipper slips out of your grasp once again, you throw your head back in annoyance, hand coming up to push away wisps of hair that fall on your face. A familiar chuckle comes from the corner of the room, grabbing your attention from the wooden ceiling. Connor sits on the side of his bed; his comic book forgotten beside him as you fussing over your suitcase seems to be more interesting to him.

“It’s not funny,” you grumble, sitting onto your heels.

Connor rises from his bed, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. He kneels by your suitcase, “It’s kinda funny.”

The corners of your mouth almost curve up, but you stop yourself, opting for a roll of your eyes instead.

“What the hades do you have in here?” The tips of his fingers turn white as he pulls on the little piece of metal. You shift your weight to the corner he works on, but it helps him as much as it helped you earlier.

“My brother’s left a bunch of books behind, so Lou Ellen and I split them up. She’s taking half, and I take the rest. We’ll study them and then exchange notes.” A hum of acknowledgment comes from Connor’s lips as he inches the suitcase closed.

“You guys are a bunch of nerds.” You squint at the other with a playful offense, and he laughs at your hardened features. “I bet you guys study more than the Athena Kids,” he teases.

“There’s a lot to learn,” you say simply, watching as he brings the zipper to the end. He leans back on his heels, and you move to take in the half-empty cabin.

The sight of the Hermes cabin being this tidy was foreign. There aren’t any sleeping bags on the floor; the belongings of your many cabin mates didn’t clutter the walls or the corners of the room as they usually do. It’s funny. There are always complaints of the cabin being too small, but it appears bigger without the mess.

“Will you and Atticus visit throughout the year?” Connor’s expression is hopeful. As the last day of camp approached, Connor’s wishes of a full cabin all year round became more apparent. The shift from a max-capacity cabin to a half-empty one must be a tough transition for social people like Stoll Brothers. If it were you, you’d be counting down the days of everyone’s departure.

You ruffle his brown locks, “we’ll probably stop by for, maybe, spring break?” Connor’s hopefulness begins to sag, and you frown. Spring break is pretty far from now, huh? “Depending on how mortal life treats us. You know, we might be back soon,” you add on quickly, hoping to lift his smile.

Though you wish to go home, you’re dreading all the supernatural activity you’ll have to deal with once you leave. Your father works tirelessly to protect the house, but entities always manage to get in. And if they can’t, they don’t mind hanging outside.

The hopefulness that faded from Connor’s face restores, and he gives you that famous mischievous smirk. “Well, I hope the ghosts bother you guys enough to come to visit early.” His tone is playful, but you can tell he meant some of his words. You laugh hesitantly and nod, rising from your suitcase.

“I’m glad you’re that eager to see us again.”

You thank him as he leans down, lifting the heavy suitcase from the ground for you.

“Y/n!”

“I’m coming!” You tug on the handle, glancing at Connor. “The year will go by fast, and soon this cabin will be bursting at the nails with new unclaimed people. Atticus, Lou, and I included. Anyways, you have your brother. You guys will find something to entertain yourselves.” You nudge him as you make your way outside.

“Yeah, you’re right. You will write to me, yeah?” Connor asks.

“Of course. I’ll send you snacks that you can’t buy at the gas station.” Connor’s arm pumps back to his side, hand in a fist as he hisses a “yes.”

The corners up your mouth hesitantly pull up as you push open the cabin door, finding Atticus and Travis talking on the porch. For the past week, the anticipation of your departure was killing you, but now that it was time to leave, you feel gloomy.

You knew the cause of your heavy heart was the uneasy tone of your going. Living day by day with the intention of moving on was hard. Because every time you look at their newly occupied beds, the sinking feeling in your chest returns. Every time you find yourself wandering in the forest, the memories of your often chaotic magic lessons flood your mind. You remember when Alice misaimed her wind spell, shooting Alabaster far into the trees. While you all rushed to check on him, Alice burst into tears because she was convinced she killed him only to approach a laughing Alabaster who shouted, “Right on!”

Every time you were in the Arts and Crafts center, you remember how you, Sage, and Lou would do Tarot Readings for the campers and how you would argue with the Apollo kids when they insisted your tarot cards are as honest as fortune cookies.

At the armory, you remember how Ambrose ran into James so hard, he stumbled and knocked down half of the shelves of weapons.

In the courtyard, you remember how Ernest, horrified by heights, produced the highest pitch scream he possibly could as he rode a pegasus for the first time under the persuasion of Alabaster.

All these memories, whether hilarious like your spell mishaps or bittersweet like when you and your sibling’s group hugged around Sage when she cried about her abusive stepmother, held a special place in your heart. Because the times where you laughed and cried together reminded you of the genuine bond, the family that was ripped away from you overnight.

“We'll see you guys soon. We should go. Argus will leave without us," Atticus says, relieved that Argus is still waiting for you on top of Half-Blood Hill.

“Have a safe trip, guys,” Travis says, patting Atticus’s shoulder before reaching out his arm and giving you a short side hug. You grab your things, hastily saying a final goodbye, and soon, you and Atticus are trudging up the hill.

Your free hand pats the pocket of your shorts, calming your worry of forgetting the necklace at the cabin. What rests in your pocket is a raw tourmaline crystal, now smooth with the help of Beckendorf, encased in a silver spiral cage.

You and Atticus carry protection crystals all the time, and they help with staying out of the radar of monsters and entities. After hearing Percy’s many stories of monsters bothering him, you figured he couldn’t be too cautious. Then after finding a spell in Alabaster’s many books that can dim down a demigod scent for a while, you decided to make him an enchanted necklace to wear.

You pack into the truck with Atticus right on time. Atticus sits in front of you, chatting away with Cecil as you make yourself comfortable in the back row with Ambrose. You frown; among the three other campers in the van with you, Percy isn’t one of them. Argus peeks into the back, doing a rough headcount. Great, now you’ll have to wait until next summer to give it to him.

Right, when you were going to chastise yourself for not giving him the necklace yesterday when you were done with it, a distant voice shouts, "wait!"

Argus halts in the middle of closing the sliding down and turns around. He shakes his head with disapproval while opening the door all the way, revealing out of breath Percy.

A smile widens across your face as he gets into the back seat with you, and you nudge Atticus’s seat.

"See, I told you we wouldn't be the last ones here.” You side-eye Percy, seeing the corners of his mouth pull up in amusement.

“Some people just don’t know how to get to places on time, huh?” Atticus says, and his eyes flicker to Percy before giving you a wide grin.

“Didn’t sleep in today, firefly?” There is a playfulness in Percy’s voice, and you smile proudly,

“Nope, not today.”

“It’s a miracle,” Percy mutters, loud enough for you to hear, and you scoff. Atticus snickers and nods in agreement.

“We were supposed to gang up on him, not you two on me.” You stick your tongue out at Atticus, and he returns the action.

“It’s more fun making fun of you,” Atticus teases.

“Rude,” you mumble with a slight smile on your face. The two boys chuckle, Atticus turning more into his seat to tell Percy something about a new Marvel movie. Excited voices fill the van as the other boys join in the conversation, and soon they are debating if Batman is really a superhero or just a rich guy in a suit.

You had to admit, as the conversation became more passionate, you were pretty entertained, but as you catch sight of Camp Half-Blood growing farther in the distance, you’re reminded of the ache in your chest. It’s only a temporary leave, but when you return, things will never be the same, and the false hope of your siblings returning has been proven to be foolish.

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Following a ghost dog while weaving through the hustle and bustle of Grand Central is almost impossible. Atticus’s hand is latched to the straps of your bookbag as you move through people, trying not to roll your eyes at the way Ambrose turns to bark as if he was reprimanding you for being too slow. Easy for him to say when he can walk through walls and people.

“Track 28,” Atticus reminds you as your eyes find the number written on the tan bricks of the high walls. You make a sharp left towards the entrance of another hallway, ignoring the groans of a grouchy bystander that you may have cut off. The next hallway you enter is a lot less crowded than the main floor, and you slow down your pace.

“Where do you guys live again?” Percy asks as he jogs up beside you. He had insisted on walking you guys since his train departs in the same station.

“Sleepy Hollow.” Percy scrunches his face as if he recalls something, and you smile, waiting for the question everyone asks when you say you live there.

“Have you seen the headless horsemen?” Percy asks, half-joking. A snort leaves your throat, and you look at Atticus, who’s equally amused.

“Oh yeah, plenty of times.”

“Really?” Percy asks, his eyes wide with surprise, and you laugh.

“No.” Your response makes his face drop comedically fast, and Atticus bursts into laughter. “It’s just a story, but there’s a lot of history there, so the place is crawling with ghosts. We’ve met the guy who wrote the story, though,” you mention.

“No way,” Percy squints his eyes in disbelief.

“I’m serious! Atticus and I take walks in the cemetery sometimes. We leave drachmas on the graves of newly passed people, so their venture into the underworld is smooth, but some people like to wander.” You shrug. “Washington Irving is one of those people.”

“Cool,” Percy says with such enthusiasm that it makes you smile. Ambrose turns around and barks again, standing at the golden entrance that leads to the grey tunnel lit with fluorescent white lights where your train waits beside the concrete platform.

“He always rushes us,” Atticus complains, and Harvey lets out a coo that sounded close to a groan as if he agreed with him.

The marble floors turn to concrete as you enter the tunnel. The blue and silver train on your left hums as it sits dormant in its station. Ambrose trots ahead, peaking into the doors and windows to find an empty cart to occupy.

As you follow a few feet behind him, your fingers fiddle with the necklace resting in your pocket. You’re regretting not giving it to Percy earlier because, for some reason, the idea of giving it to him now was more intimidating than if you had done it earlier on the bus.

Ambrose decides on a cart, and Harvey jumps off Atticus’s shoulder, squealing happily as he follows the hound while completely ignoring a worried Atticus trailing close behind.

"I, uh, made this for you," you sputter, the words coming out fast like vomit. Your fingers pull out the crystal necklace abruptly, and you put it in the palm of his hand. "It's black tourmaline. It has protective qualities; good at keeping negative energy, negative auras, things like that. I put a spell on it to dim down your demigod scent for a while, so you catch a little bit of a break. It'll last for a few weeks, maybe a month or two if the spell caught on well."

You bite your lip as Percy studies the necklace resting in his hand. "Wow, really? Thank you, Y/n. This is great.”

Nervous, you shift on your feet under his bright, smiling orbs. "It's no problem. After everything that happened at camp, I think it’ll be good for you to have one.”

Percy nods, his features softening all of a sudden, and he shifts. “Thanks for protecting me,” he says, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks. “Getting rid of that thing became more than you expected. I felt bad that I couldn’t help. Swords aren’t really useful when it comes to demons, huh?”

A small laugh of agreement leaves your lips. “It was nothing. I wasn’t going to let you be tormented by that thing if I could help it.”

An announcement echoes in the hall, reporting the departure of your train in a few minutes. You glance over, catching Atticus, Ambrose, and Harvey with their noses practically pressed against the window as they witness your interaction with Percy. The amused smirk on Atticus’s face makes you roll your eyes; he’s definitely going to tease you when you get on the train.

"I should go.” You face Percy again, catching him securing the necklace around his neck. The stone rests a few inches under his camp half-blood necklace. "Thanks for walking us here. Be careful getting home."

"You too…” he trails off, noticing your brother looking out the window. For a second, he seems as embarrassed as you do and a nervous chuckle leaves his lips. “Your brother is waiting."

“He’s so annoying,” you complain, and Percy’s next chuckle doesn’t sound as hesitant this time. "Well, uh, bye, for now, puddles,” you tease, butterflies dancing in your stomach.

"Bye, for now, firefly."

You both awkwardly wave at each other before you turn around, getting on the train with Atticus. With your gaze fixed on the floor, you plop into the seat next to him. You don’t even need to look to know he is smiling teasingly at you.

"How cute,” he teases, nudging your shoulder repeatedly with his own.

"Ew, shut up.” You shove at his shoulder, your nose scrunching as he flails his arms against yours as if you were fighting. Atticus chuckles and a string of sounds come from your familiars as they join in to tease you, and you couldn’t help but laugh too.

☆’.･.･:★:･.･.’☆

The suburban streets of your neighborhood are filled with the chirps of birds and bugs and the sounds of cars that pass every once in a while. There isn’t much conversation between you and Atticus as you trudge up the hill leading to your dead-end street.

“Gods, I hope we can get inside without being seen,” you manage to say through your heavy breaths, lazily holding on to the handle of your suitcase as it rolls behind you. Ambrose’s nose nudges the back of your knees as if to encourage you, but it’s more cute than helpful.

“There’s no way that we are. Janie and Celia are always sitting on the neighbor’s porch.” You grunt in acknowledgment, knowing that Atticus is right. The neighborhood ghosts are friendly enough, but their company can be annoying.

As if on cue, you hear a delighted squeal from ahead the moment you reach the top of the hill. Two ladies wave their handkerchiefs in the air a handful of houses away.

Celia, the tallest of the two, wears a steel blue dress with a high neckline and a big bow tied on the base of her neck. She has a jacket button closed over her corset with a frill at the end of her sleeves. Her skirt is floor-length and complete, with ruffles cascading down its entirety. And, of course, no one can miss the high-crowned hat decorated with fake flowers, bows, and crimped fabric as it all sits on top of her blonde hair in an intricate updo. Janie, her sister, wears the same style of dress and headpiece only in a burgundy red. The resemblance between the two makes it clear that they’re siblings close in age. They have the same high pinched noses that jut in the air; both of their faces are regal like those in renaissance paintings.

You’ve seen them around for as long as you can remember. They were two sisters who died of scarlet fever a year before their first courting season, which was a big deal according to their constant moaning and groaning about it.

You look ahead, your expression blank as if their high-pitched voices didn’t fill the streets and they weren't racing toward you with their skirts in their hands.

“My word! It’s the end of summer already?”

“Atticus, you’ve grown taller!”

“What a handsome boy! Y/n, your shorts are too short, don’t you think?”

“It’s quite bizarre how such clothing is acceptable these days.”

“How beautiful you’d look in a gown like ours!”

“Where’s Alabaster?” Janie asks, attempting to circle her arm around Atticus’s, but he raises his arm to push back his damp hair to avoid the contact. She scoffs at his rejection and sighs.

“Alabaster was sweeter to us than you guys!” Celia pouts. Your heart sinks a little at the mention of him. Of course, they’d ask about him, and of course, your father will ask too.

Gods! Your father will ask about him.

You had forgotten you’d have to break the news today. These past few weeks, you debated whether or not you should do it by letter, but it felt wrong. It was only right that he’d find out in person.

“We know you can hear us,” Janie huffs.

“I hope dad doesn’t work late tonight. Do you think Grandma will be waiting for us?” You ask. As annoying as it was having spirits follow you, it was a little fun ignoring them when convenient for you. Atticus nods,

“Probably-”

“No one’s home,” Celia cuts in, and Atticus pretends to shoo a bug away to conceal that he paused from her interruption.

“But I don’t think dad is going to take long. He said his last lecture ended at three,” Atticus continues, and you nod.

‘I hope grandma came by to visit. I missed her.”

“I just said no one’s home.” Celia snaps, and you press your lips together to hide your smile.

Atticus sighs. “I know, I’m dying for those moon cookies she makes us.” At the mention of those cookies, your stomach grumbles. You hope Celia was wrong because you’re suddenly craving your grandmother’s cooking and her company. Her funny stories and voice that’s always a little too loud for the indoors never fails to cheer you up. As short and frail as she is, her voice and personality could fill a room.

“Me too,” you say shortly.

“Hello?!” Celia waves her handkerchief in your face, and you persisted in ignoring her. Suddenly, a sound of disgust comes from Janie as she brushes off her skirt.

“Y/n, retrieve this monster of yours!” She squeals as Ambrose bites the fabric of her dress, tugging on it with a growl.

“Damn this dog,” Celia shouts, attempting to shoo him away, but yelps in surprise as Ambrose snaps his jaw shut near her hand. “Get this thing under control! Y/n!”

Your hand comes up to cover your smile even though the two are shuffling behind you and a stifled chuckle comes from Atticus. The sound of Janie’s heels on the concrete becomes louder as she rushes beside Atticus again, and your smiles drop. The sight of your house comes into view, and you tilt your head confused; your father’s car is parked in the driveway.

“You said no one was home?” You say out loud, and Celia gasps beside you,

“Now you speak to me?” She snaps, halting as you approach the fence. She stands tall, hands folded in front of her elegantly as Janie’s expression is gleaming like a child on Christmas. “Your father requested to keep it a secret, so I obliged his wishes. He canceled his last lecture today to make you both a meal. What a lovely man.”

Your hand finds the latch for the white picket fence as you smile at the familiar narrow victorian-style house ahead of you. A path of cobblestone leads you to the brick steps of the small porch.

Your home sticks out from the more modern American houses that surround the area. It’s an antique, a snippet of history, as your father likes to say. The house is a russet brown only because the bricks are so old they’ve darkened in color. The house accents such as the window trims, porch overhang, and columns are copper, and the hipped roof has brown tiles that look like fish scales. Beside the porch, the bay windows from both stories stack on top of each other, and above the porch roof is the dormer that’s a part of your bedroom.

Gods, you’re yearning to be in your room. You just want to pull out your Murphy bed from the wall and bury yourself in your sheets. The idea of being in bed puts a pep in your step, and you are careful to avoid the salt ring that surrounds your house.

A butterfly passes by your face, flying to the bunchberry bushes your father has planted in the front garden. Among the grass, there are various flowers and herbs that your father grows in the summer. You’ve inherited many things from your father, but his green thumb isn’t one of them. He takes his gardening seriously while you can barely keep the cacti in your room alive.

“Enjoy your meal! Come talk to us one of these days. We missed you two!” Janie shouts after you as you make your way up the stairs. You turn around, Atticus smiling at them.

“We missed you, girls, too,” he says as if he didn’t want to admit it. Janie squeals something about how handsome his smile is, and you scoff, amused as you grab the doorknob.

Once you push the door open, you're hit with a rush of deja vu. The history channel plays faintly in the next room as you take in the home you’ve missed dearly.

There are two bookshelves against the wall on your right, a wide ledge with pillows under the bay windows. A messy coffee table filled with letters and stacked with books sits in front of the comfy reading nook, letting you know that your father was recently hanging out there.

There is a brown mahogany staircase that ascends upstairs to your left, and right beside it is the altar for your mother. A statue of her rests in the middle of the rectangle table covered in a black table cloth. On top of it lies the many offerings for your mom. Herb-dressed candles burn beside bowls of fruit, bouquets, a crystal enamel wine glass filled with alcohol, feathers, and other things. You ignore the altar as you put down your stuff beside the door, following Atticus as he takes off his shoes.

“Kids?” You hear your father call enthusiastically from beyond the foyer, and you persist forward into the entryway ahead of you.

“We’re home!” Atticus announces as he enters beside you. Ambrose barks making a beeline to the right and behind the kitchen counter. He jumps on your father with so much force he stumbles back.

“Gods! Why does he look even bigger?” Your father exclaims through a laugh, fixing the round glasses that threaten to slip off his nose as his other hand grips Ambrose’s paw. He yelps in surprise as Harvey's claws rest on top of his head, clinging to his hair to steady himself.

The warmth and smell of home fill your senses as you catch your dad’s gaze. “Well, come here! Are you going to hug your pops or what?”

You rush over with Atticus. Both of you hug your dad tightly on either side of him, and you smile as he presses a kiss on your temples. “I missed you guys so much!”

“We missed you too!” The smile on your face falters as he looks up, scanning the archway as if he was waiting for someone else. You shift, not ready to be faced with the question, and you peer around his body to look at the food on the stove behind him.

Your father notices your interest, and he chuckles. “Come on, let’s eat. You guys came right on time.”

You shuffle through the kitchen with Atticus, making your way to the rounded table at the end of the kitchen.

“Dad, what have you been up to?” Atticus asks teasingly, and your father perks up.

“I've done a lot of things to keep me busy. I volunteered to teach summer classes while you were gone. I’m reading this book with a fascinating perspective of the shift from Paganism to Christianity in Rome. It’s an amazing read; I highly recommend it. Though, I don’t quite agree with it.” Your father hums thoughtfully. “Oh! And I bought gnomes for our garden! And the thrift store had this little house and this old lady figurine! I put it on the porch. I don’t know if you’ve seen it, but she’s the official guard of the door," he declares proudly. "And…” He twists and turns before heading to the bookshelves in the living room area. He grabs something from the shelf then he showcases a cartoon Dobby bobblehead with wide arms. A high-pitched cackle leaves his lips. “It completes our collection!”

“Woah! Where did you get it? We went to three different places for it, and we couldn’t find it.” Atticus matches your father’s excitement, and you snort at the two.

“I went to a mythology convention in Boston a few weeks ago. There was a game stop across the street from the center, and I thought, ‘why not?’ I went in, and I saw this little guy by the register.” Your father is giddy as he nudges the head and watches it jiggle in his hands.

You think of what your grandmother’s reaction would be if she saw all the things he bought on his trip to the thrift store. She’d definitely complain. She always said that even growing up, your father had a liking for knickknacks. On your shelves and counters, there are always little trinkets lying around. It even extends to the walls, a variety of paintings and diagrams are neatly hung beside each other. From the state of your house, it’s clear your father is a maximalist in its purest definition.

“Wow! That’s awesome!” Atticus reaches out his hand for it as your father brings over his entire collection of Harry Potter bobbleheads, the toys huddled in his chest before he places them on the dining table. “The whole gang can hang out with us for dinner.”

“I hope they like pasta,” Atticus comments, lining them up as your dad retrieves the pan of food.

Your stomach grumbles at the sight, and you’re quick to serve yourself as Atticus and your Dad talk about anything and everything. You guys discuss what your grandmother has been up to, how your father’s classes were going, which led your father to ramble so much he formed a tangent on top of another. The conversation was going so well that you were sure he wouldn’t ask about your summer, but you had assumed too soon.

“So enough about me! How was Camp?” Your father chirps, and you shift in your seat.

You smile with confidence to hide the wariness you felt. “It was great!” You figured if you keep your answer short, you could move past it quickly.

“Yeah, the usual. Fun as always,” Atticus adds.

Your father’s eyes flicker between the two of you, and the first thing he notices is the way your smiles don’t reach the rest of your face.

The clanging of metal utensils on glass plates fills the room as the both of you fixate on your food but neither take a bite. The camp was never a touchy subject. The sudden unwillingness to speak about it makes his eyebrow cock up in suspicion. His eye averts to the empty dining chair beside you and the dinner place settings that remained untouched. Alabaster was supposed to join your return home. At least, that’s what he had assumed.

“Did Alabaster decide to stay at his foster home?” There’s caution in his tone, and he’s taken aback at how both you and Atticus tense up. The clings of metal halt abruptly, and slowly, you move to glance at your father.

“Dad, something happened at camp this summer.” Now, it was your turn to have a tone laced with caution. Alabaster lived with you for months and quickly became a part of the family. Your father saw him as his second son, and you were afraid to break the news that he may never see him again.

“What happened? Did he get into trouble?” You frown at the sudden edge in his voice. Atticus shifts beside you,

“He took the others to go fight for the Titan Lord.”

“What?”

“Mother came to speak to him and told him that it was best to fight for the other side since their chances are better,” you say slowly. “They left at the end of July. Only Atticus, Lou Ellen, and I stayed at camp.”

Your father’s expression darkens, grief written all over his face. “And you haven’t seen them since?”

You shake your head, not wanting to delve into the details. “I don’t think we’ll be seeing them again in a while and not in the best circumstances.” Your father nods, understanding the implication in your words. “Mother promised that she’d take care of them if they fight for the other side. I didn’t want to go; it wasn’t right.”

“That must be why everything is rotting,” your father mutters more to himself. You furrow your eyebrows.

“Rotting? What’s rotting?”

“Our offerings to your mother,” he clarifies. “All the fruit I leave on her altar goes bad in a few days. The flowers wither quickly too. The garden, in general, hasn’t been doing well either. I didn’t understand why.”

Your focus returns to your plate. Suddenly, you weren’t that hungry anymore.

She must be angry, you think to yourself. A part of you wanted a sign from her to let you know if she was bothered you didn’t join. When the sign didn’t come, you assumed she didn’t care; that, in a way, you were dead to her. It didn’t dawn on you to ask how the altar or the garden your father dedicated to her was doing.

“Can I be excused?” You strain, your face a little hot, and you’re not sure if it was from your anger or from the tears you’re blinking away.

“Of course.” The warm smile on your father’s face fails to budge the dread you’re feeling. “You can be excused as well, Atticus.”

You miss the way your father and Atticus exchange looks as you stood up. There wasn’t a verbal agreement, but Atticus stands up tall, determined to make you feel better. He trails behind you, and suddenly, he slings his arm across your shoulders. “You know what’s one of the things I missed at camp?”

“What?” You ask, trying to ignore the heavy feeling in your chest.

“Beating you at Tekken,” Atticus teases. Your lips curve slightly; his playful nature manages to brighten up your mood a little bit. “Let’s play. I’ll go easy on you, but I’m sure you’ll still lose regardless.”

“You’re on,” you nudge him, and Atticus chuckles, walking ahead of you and up the stairs. Your hand grips the railing, and you walk up a few steps before halting, and your eyes find the front door.

“You don’t get it!”

“I don’t.” You shrugged, amused at the way Atticus’s eyebrows knitted in disbelief. He ignored you, grabbed the remote, and played the Star Wars movie again. You groaned, seeing the slanted letters move up the TV screen. “Atticus! I can’t watch this!”

“Why not?!”

“Well, first off, my dyslexia won’t let me read that quickly, and if a physically written prologue is needed before a movie… it’s not a good movie!”

“How dare you!” You threw your head back as a laugh bubbled in your throat. The exasperated look on his face was too funny. You had no desire to watch these movies, and you figured if you bothered him enough, he’d give up trying to show them to you. The shrug of your shoulders made him scoff. “Just watch it!”

A huff left your lips, and unwillingly, you returned your gaze to the screen. Suddenly, a hollow knock came from the front door.

“It’s late,” you said, but Atticus was too caught up in the beginning battle of the movie to pay any mind to you. Rarely did you get visitors, definitely not past midnight on a Friday. Cautiously, you rose from the couch and moved toward the door.

Rain erratically hit against your curtain-covered windows; the wind and cold made the walls around you creak as they adjusted. Whatever waited for you at the door, you just wished it was a person, not a weird ghost or monster. Your finger latched on the side of the curtain, allowing you to peek through the glass of your front door.

A gasp left your lips. Alabaster, soaked from the ruthless rain outside, was the last person you expected to see. But even though you didn’t expect him, you had an inkling as to why he was here.

Hastily, you unlocked the door and flung it open. “Al?” You sputtered; his green orbs were surrounded by tired eyes and puffy skin.

“He died this morning,” he strained. Your expression softened, and before you could say anything, Alabaster stepped forward and hugged your shoulders tightly. The raggedness of his breath, the shutter of his body, sent your chest a weight of sorrow. You couldn’t imagine being in his shoes and losing your father to a long battle with cancer at 14. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes; the person you looked up to the most was breaking down. You never thought he would need your help for anything, but it seems that you were wrong. “I’m sorry. You guys live the closest to me, and I didn’t know where to go-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted. “Oh, Al, I’m so sorry,” your voice cracked, hands rubbed his back as a sob left his lips. A creak of a floorboard caught your attention, and you turned to see a confused Atticus emerging from the living room. With a sad look, he understood what happened, and soon his expression was mimicking yours.

“I’ll wake dad and get clothes,” he said, then rushed upstairs.

Your father didn’t even hesitate to help Alabaster, opening the doors of your house to him. In his greatest time of need, the three of you stood beside him, and overnight, he had a place in your home and in your heart. The three of you spent so much time playing video games, getting into trouble around town, learning magic. All the good times you and Atticus shared with him, were they really worth throwing away to fight with Kronos? You realize now that his departure was never only a betrayal to the camp but to you, Atticus, and your father, and you couldn’t help but think perhaps, you guys didn’t mean as much to him as he meant to you.

A shaky sigh leaves your mouth at the thoughts persistent to ruin your mood. The desire to leave camp was to avoid all the things that reminded you of your siblings, but now that you returned home, you realize that running away isn’t as easy as you thought.

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