#is this the shot that got me to immediately go look for fanfiction

[vampyr-game]

Just discovered your blog I love it❤️Because Vampyr is so underrated the atmosphere, characters and the abilitys and story is just so good and I thought the whole game/fandom is just dead but no here it is.

I wanted to ask you what your favorite pairing or ship from the game is Canon or not canon

oh, what a wonderful message to receive! thank you for your kind words!! 🥰 and I agree, DONTNOD excels at creating atmospheric experiences, and Vampyr is certainly no exception! and I'm delighted to hear you're enjoying the blog, hehehe~ 💉🫀💓

ahaha, oh... you're asking me about shipping? the thing i'm not normal about at all?? 🥴💞 Well!! I tend to prefer m/m ships, and I've been known to enjoy Geoffrey x Jonathan, Edgar x Jonathan, and Sean x Jonathan... but if I were pressed to declare a FAVORITE? I would have to say... Fergal x Jonathan 😳👉👈

I mean look AT HIM!

THAT'S A BIG BOY!! And he speaks so poetically... 🥰 And I think having a frustrating boss fight is great for building sexual tension and romantic chemistry 🏹💥💘

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No Control (m)

ONE SHOT

Pairings: Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Smut ( pwp)

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Exhibitionism with a non-participating person, beware.

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“Isn´t it a bit too cold in here?” You asked the boy next to you after ignoring the shivers running up your arms for the past 15 minutes for the sake of not moving.  

“Don´t think so,” Wooyoung shrugged, not even looking up from his phone which he had been lazily staring at for the past few hours.  

You rolled your eyes and decided to look around for the air conditioner´s control yourself, to at least get the air blowing in a different direction instead of right on top of you. After fumbling around the pillows with no success, your frustrated eyes met what you were looking for: across the room, on the table, inches away from San´s busy hand, there it was, the solution to all your problems in all its shining white glory. 

“San,” You tried calling but the man did nothing indicating that he had heard you. You tried again, louder this time, “Choi San!” 

“He won´t hear you. Noise-canceling headphones,” Wooyoung informed and got a groan in response. “You can always stand up and get it, you know.” 

“No,” You groaned, with a pout on your face. 

Your friend rolled his eyes and reached his right hand under the bed, you heard the sound of a drawer being opened and suddenly a heavy blanket was being thrown on top of you, “Here, princess.” 

You happily unfolded the fabric, tucking yourself under it and humming in content.  

“Leave some for me,” He scolded you, grabbing the corner of the heavy blanket and pulling it towards himself. 

“You just said you weren´t cold!” 

“I was lying ´cause I didn´t wanna move, just shut up and let me watch my TikToks.”  

You rolled your eyes for the tenth time that day. Teenage movies and fanfictions have lied to you that being friends with men was all flowers and rainbows, that they would protect you and do anything for you like you were a helpless beautiful little princess. The only things you´ve ever gotten from San and Wooyoung were purple bruises and poorly mixed drinks. Well, they did fix your computer every time something stopped working but that was only because they needed you to play to complete the squad and you were way better than Yeosang. 

After 20 more minutes of doing nothing, a loud groan filled the room – Coming from you. Wooyoung jumped in the bed next to you and San as expected, didn´t hear it. 

“What the hell was that?” 

“My phone died,” You whined, burying your head deep in the pillow to express your frustration. 

“Just charge it?” 

“My charger is in my bag in the kitchen.” 

“Then just take a nap.” 

“Nooooo, entertain me.” 

“Do I look like a clown to you?” 

“Pretty much, yeah.” 

“Ok, I just set myself up for that one.” 

“You absolutely did. Hand me the remote,” You extended your hand waiting for said device. 

Wooyoung´s free hand fumbled around the bed for a minute before exclaiming in success, placing the TV´s remote on your palm before going back to his phone. You turned on the TV and put on one of the shows you were currently watching, volume not too loud so it wouldn´t interfere with the audio on San´s Discord call since the TV was right next to his chair.  

You quickly got distracted by the show, even with Wooyoung´s videos playing loudly right next to your ear and San´s occasional screams at Yunho and Mingi through his microphone. It did help that you had absolutely nothing else to do and there was an incredibly attractive man on the screen in front of you. 

Every once in a while, Wooyoung would show you a stupid video he was laughing at and San got up one time to go to the bathroom, but besides that, everything remained the same for the next hour or so. That´s it until you felt Wooyoung´s hand wrapping around your thigh.  

Your friend was a touchy person so it didn´t immediately register as something out of the ordinary to you necessarily - although normally when he touched your legs, it was usually never too far up from your knees and not right in the middle of your thigh like at the moment, but you excused that because his hands and your body were under the covers so he couldn´t really see what he was doing.  

Even when his thumb started to draw soft circles against your skin, you didn´t think much of it.  

Your body did go into alert when he started to move the tips of his fingers up and down your thigh, though. You looked over at him, lying in bed next to you but his eyes were glued to his phone like nothing was happening – which made you think maybe nothing was and you were just overthinking.  

Jung Wooyoung, your friend of almost 3 years. 

Yeah, your friend. 

His fingers continued to trace your skin innocently enough and you enjoyed the display of affection for a while, goose bumps naturally erupting down your body from the touch, even internally laughing at yourself for having your mind in the gutter. 

In 2 years of friendship, Wooyoung never tried anything with you or gave any signs that he would be anywhere near interested, quite the opposite actually - You literally saw the man not taking a shower for over 3 days once during summer break. Also, San was right there in the room. You didn´t know where those crazy thoughts of yours were coming from. 

But oh well, turns out you should trust your instincts more.  

After a few minutes of mindless petting,  Wooyoung apparently had banged his head on the floor earlier, because his fingers started suddenly traveling to your inner thighs and every time his touches went up your knee, they inched down deeper between your bent legs when coming back down. You were too in shock to do anything immediately, eyes wide as you looked at the man once again, who was still laughing at a video on TikTok.  

He was so good at pretending he was doing nothing, you almost considered you were hallucinating.  

That´s it until his fingers inched so deep down your legs, the tip of his fingers touched the bottom of your shorts, a breath away from actually touching your core. Your body jumped in surprise, eyes finding the same scene as before when you tried looking to your side.

What surprised you the most though, was the way your walls sort of clenched around nothing at the touch.  

Fuck. 

While you were trying to process what was going on, he continued his ministrations, his fingers tracing softly the inside of your thighs up and down, ghost touches that had you holding back a squirm with all you had. 

Eventually, what you figured was his middle finger, traced over your slit on top of your shorts and you couldn´t hold back the little spasm in reaction. That´s when you decided to stop that madness, looking at Wooyoung, who this time was already giving you a sheepish smile. 

“What do you think you´re doing?” You whispered like San could hear it. 

“Didn´t you ask me to entertain you?” 

“Yeah, with like a gossip, not with whatever this is,” You exasperated, his finger pressing down right on your clit over your clothes, and you had to bite onto the inside of your cheek to hold back any reactions. 

“And what exactly do you think this is?” He raised an eyebrow, his conniving smile still plastered across his face. 

“One of your stupid little games.” 

“Oh really?” Wooyoung asked, his hand trailing up to your abdomen where he played with the waistband of your shorts. “´Cause I kind of just wanted my fingers inside you.” 

It was sad the way you felt yourself pulsing between your legs at his words. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Your brain was short-circuiting, and his fingers were inching down, now toying with the elastic band of your panties. 

“You´re the one asking questions.” 

“You´re the one with their hand down my shorts.” 

“Was bored,” He stated with a shrug, looking up at you as his middle finger found their way inside your panties and dipping it down your slit, “And apparently someone was enjoying it.” 

He pressed a finger slowly inside of you just to prove his point, smirk growing bigger at the way it slid in with so much ease. All the thoughts of it being just him trying to prank you flew right out of the window. 

“San is literally right there,” You breathed, heart almost coming out of your mouth. 

“It´s not like he would see anything,” Wooyoung argued.  

“Wooyoung,” You warned once he started pumping his finger deeper, you could feel the way he curled it because of how slow he was going. He was just teasing you and it was already driving you insane. 

“I will stop if you want me to, if not just shut up and go back to watching your movie.” 

He gave you no time to answer, looking once again at his phone, waiting for your verdict. You were sitting down, your knees were bent close to your chest, forming a tent around your legs, which meant no movements could be seen from Wooyoung´s hand in between there. He was half lying down half sitting up, his shoulders supported by two thick pillows and one of his hands was out from under the covers to hold his phone. The position didn´t seem suspicious at all and he never once stopped slowly pumping his middle finger inside you while you were having your little mental debate, and exactly because of that, your rational line of thought was getting further and further away by the second.  

You could deal with the consequences later, or Wooyoung could since he´s the one who started this mess out of literal nowhere. 

With no words you looked back towards the TV, noticing the smirk opening up once again on Wooyoung´s face from the corner of your eyes. His Tiktoks started playing loudly once again and he used his now more than coated middle finger to draw circles on your clit, your whole-body shuddering at the first contact.  

You wanted to keep an eye out for San, to stop everything if he happened to turn around, but it was physically impossible to keep your eyes open with the way Wooyoung knew how to use his stupid fucking finger. Your breath was already so shaky and you had to harshly bite down onto your lip to stop any sounds from coming out. 

Wooyoung was not even in a rush, his movements languid like he was just having his fun and had all the time in the world, which was honestly annoying because 1. you were already close and it was humiliating and 2. you couldn´t whine about it.  

You sensed he somehow knew you were close to the edge because he soon stopped circling your clit to now let two fingers inside of you, carefully looking for your sensitive spot – which he found abnormally fast considering most times you couldn´t even find it yourself. 

“If you keep trying to be quiet I´ll stop,” He warned, browsing through Tiktok like he wasn´t literally about to make you cum under the covers, not even batting an eye in your direction.  

You took a nervous look in San´s direction to check if he didn´t listen to Wooyoung´s words, but his fingers were still angrily pressing his keyboard. You could even listen to Yunho raging on his headphones. 

“He´s not going to listen, look” He rolled his eyes before raising his voice: “Hey San, you need to turn around and see how pretty Y/N looks with my fingers so deep inside of her-” 

“Wooyoung,” You slapped his shoulder in shock, eyes wide as you looked once again in San´s direction from any signs he had heart Wooyoung´s almost yell. He didn´t seem to have. 

“Oh,” Wooyoung smirked at you. “Interesting.” 

“What?” 

“Hey San, you wouldn´t believe this. Guess who´s clenching around my fingers every time I mention that you´re in the room with us.” 

Wooyoung let out a genuinely amused laugh and you would punch him if he wasn´t right, you didn't know why and it was an unconscious reaction, but a shiver went up your body when Wooyoung teasingly called San and a whine literally slipped out the second time he did it. Maybe you had an exhibitionist part of you that was never uncovered before. 

“So you like that San´s here, huh?” Wooyoung teased, “Kinky.” 

You were doing your very best to keep any noises inside but the closer you got, the harder it became. Wooyoung seemed to appreciate it because he would speed up slightly after each sound you let slip from your mouth, which meant you were about to lose this battle very soon.  

“I wonder, do you want us to get caught or the thrill is just in the fact that he´s here unaware of the mess you are from just my fingers?” 

“Wooyoung, I´m close,” You breathed out. 

Why oh why did you have to open your godamn mouth? The second you finished the warning, Wooyoung completely stopped what he was doing, fingers going still inside of you. 

“Now that´s no fun, is it? I´m enjoying playing with you so much.” 

“Wooyoung for fuck´s sake-” 

“Do you guys want to order something to eat?” San´s voice suddenly surprised you, making you almost jump out the bed as you now watched him taking his headphones off. “I´m getting kind of hungry.” 

Your breathing was even more erratic from the scare, but San was just innocently staring at the two of you, completely clueless to the way Wooyoung´s fingers were still inside of you and your walls were spasming so much around them you could almost cum with no stimulation.  

“Yeah, me too,” Wooyoung agreed, his eyes once again so naturally glued to his phone.  

“Do you want me to order it or will you do it?” San asked. 

Fucking Jung Wooyoung decided that was the perfect time to start moving his fingers once again instead of taking them out like any normal person would once their best friend was literally looking at the two of you.  

You were already so sensitive from being edged before, you had to dig your nails deep into the fabric of the covers to not moan out loud.  

“I can order,” Wooyoung answered and his voice didn´t even shake. “What do you feel like eating?” 

“See if any of the restaurants we like are opened,” San suggested.  

This can´t be really happening.  

You saw Wooyoung opening the food delivery app, scrolling down the options with one hand while the other pumped into you teasingly. 

“There´s that italian place on sunset, the shawarma one, Mc Donald´s, the chinese one we had with Seonghwa, pizza, mexican -” 

You stopped listening halfway through the list when the man next to you started to once again circle your clit. You wanted to physically stop Wooyoung´s hand but there was no way of putting your hands under the covers to hold his pulse without making what was going on completely obvious to San. 

“What do you think, Y/N?” San directed his attention to you.  

“Whatever is fine,” Your voice was really shaky and you couldn´t even look at San´s face for any reactions because not only were you too embarrassed, it was also taking every single fiber of your body to not moan out loud.  

You were so fucking close but you were not about to cum with San watching. 

Would it be too obvious if you elbowed Wooyoung super hard? 

“You can´t say that because every time we order something that isn´t exactly what you feel like eating you whine the whole night,” San lectured you.  

“Pi- Pizza then.” 

Could San see you were shaking? 

“Nice, what toppings?”  

You were so so close, you were in fact about to cum in front of your friends no matter how much you didn´t want to. Wooyoung has been teasing and edging you all night but the one time you truly wanted him to stop, he was giving no signs that he would save you. 

“I feel like pepperoni,” Wooyoung offered. 

“Hm, I kind of wanted cheese.” 

“Oh my god, just literally order whatever,” You groaned, or maybe moaned, you don´t even know anymore. 

Just please turn the fuck around. 

“Damn, -” 

“Sannie, could you do me a huge favor first? Can you bring me some antacid? My stomach is killing me,” Wooyoung frowned in fake pain. 

He was not even a little bit ashamed. 

“Sure man, be right back.” 

The second San was out of the room, Wooyoung threw the blanket to the side and practically jumped in between your legs, moving so fast you barely processed it until he was laying down with his head between your thighs. 

“You gotta be fast love,” He smirked up at you. 

“Oh, that won´t be a problem- Oh fuck.” 

You had not even finished the sentence and Wooyoung had already grabbed the bottom of your shorts and panties and pulled it to the side, his mouth immediately meeting your clit – and your thighs his ears consequently.  

Wooyoung´s free hand snaked between you two and he pushed two fingers inside of you while his tongue worked circles on your clit, you could even feel his soft plumpy lips against your skin and it was driving you insane enough to bite onto the back of your hand so you wouldn´t moan loudly.  

While before he was teasing you and moving slowly, now he was eating you out like a man starved and it took about less than a minute to get you shaking under him and grabbing his hair.  

Wooyoung looked up at you clearly pleased with himself, face looking like a mess as he placed your clothes back in place. You barely saw as he rolled back to his previous place and used the hem of his shirt to clean his chin, your brain was way too dead to think about anything at the moment other than catching your breath.  

“Dude, you´re so lucky. It was literally the last o- Oh,” It was comical the way San suddenly stopped, frozen in place. You followed his eyesight to nothing other than Wooyoung´s sweatpants, where a very apparent hard-on - that he either didn´t get the time to hide or just didn´t care - stood tall. “Bro, have some fucking manners, there´s a lady present.” 

You choked around air and held back your laughter. 

“You´re right. I´m sorry for tainting your innocence with this sight, Y/N. I´ll be in the bathroom for around 10 to 15 minutes correcting my mistake.”  

And with that, Wooyoung climbed on top of you to get out of the bed and leave the room. San took upon him to give you one last apology and explain some biology to you. 

“Sometimes boners are involuntary, we can´t control it. Sorry you had to see that, Wooyoung was raised by animals.”

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No secrets around here ~

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Summary : Satoru and Suguru find out that their sweet, seemingly innocent girlfriend writes smutty fanfiction. They decide to make her fantasies come true while also making sure to teach her that keeping secrets from them have consequences <3

Contains : Fem reader. Established relationship. Degradation. Threesome M/M/F. Gojo and Geto being mean but with love. A bit meta.

“Dude- Suguru- SUGURU!”

“Stop yelling, Satoru.” The raven-haired man whined, rubbing a hand over his face as he was barely awake, “You better be dying if you’re calling me at 3 in the morning.”

“Oh, trust me, you’ll wanna hear what I say.”

“Get to the point.”

“Ok, so you know how every time we visit our cutie, she’s super protective of her phone?”

“…Yeah.”

“And how she immediately shuts her laptop close if we walk in?”

“…Yeah.”

“I found out why. I just sent you a link.”

Satoru hung up and Suguru groaned, looking his phone annoyance before the ding of a message received rang out. He raised an eyebrow as he read the message, the link opening upto a website called…tumblr? He was aware of the site but it never interested him enough to truly put any effort into finding out more about it. He also knew of the concept of fanfiction (thanks to a certain someone) and knew that Tumblr had a lot of creators posting their fanmade content.

But he had no idea it was…something like this.

Reader is being a brat and gets put in her place – Fem Reader X Demon Slayer men.

Where the men of One-Piece love to cum <3

Dick headcannons, a.k.a. who among the Honkai men are packing~

Suguru scoffed as he scrolled down the posts, surprised at how lewd this author was. Their writing was filthy and degenerate yet written fairly well. If he wasn’t so sleepy, Suguru was sure he could jerk off to a story or two. The comments under the posts were just as feral, people going crazy over the fanfictions, often proclaiming their desire to be with these…fictional men? He didn’t quite understand it but who was he to judge.

He paused as he read the title of a post, letting out a hum as the title hit a bit close to home.

Reader gets pounded roughly by her two boyfriends.

It was a post with thousands of notes which got Suguru curious. He clicked on the tag labelled #two boyfriends and was surprised to see several stories written by the author of the reader having two lovers and their sexual escapades together:

Reader gets both her holes stuffed with cock. Or the two boyfriends compete to see who can get her to squirt first. Reader is spanked silly and can’t sit properly for days. As punishment, the two boyfriends overstimulate the reader for hours, making her cum over and over again even as she begged them to stop.

The list went on and on and on, making the blood rush to Suguru’s cheeks at how raw and filthy and…desperate these fanfictions were.

His phone dinged, a message from Satoru which reminded the black-haired man of how he wound up here to begin with. So there are some smutty fiction online, but what does it have to do with you? He could only come up with one conclusion but…that couldn’t be it. Right?

Satoru <3 : Did you see all the two boyfriends fics?

Me : Yeah. You’re not saying that…she wrote all of this, are you?

Suguru waited with bated breath as the three dots danced on his screen, Satoru typing out the answer. You were someone who refused to even curse in daily conversation! There was no way… He choked as he got a response, Satoru simply saying:

What do you say we show our baby how much better her real boyfriends are?

~~~~~

“Boys!” you whined as Suguru and Satoru stuck close to you, one on either side, “I’m trying to cook here!” “We’re not stopping you!” Satoru said with a pout as he placed his cheek on top of your hair, “We just wanna be close to our baby. Is that so bad?” “Exactly.” Suguru purred as a hand came up to wrap around your waist, pressing himself close to you, “Is loving you such a crime?”

You rolled your eyes at their theatrics. One thing worse than having one dramatic boyfriend would be having two. Not that you were complaining, of course. How on Earth could you be upset over having the two most powerful sorcerers be your lovers? It sometimes felt like a dream- that these two had fallen in love with you and were over by your place for a domestic night of homecooked food and movies. They were more clingy than usual, a hand or lips always on your body at all times. You caught them exchanging glances with each other once in awhile but you simply ignored it. It wasn’t the first time your men had this telepathic communication going on between them. As long as they weren’t planning on pranking you, you decided to simply focus on the meal you were cooking.

“So, babe,” Satoru purred as he placed a kiss to the crown of your head, “You’re on Tumblr a lot, right?”

You scoffed, “You know I am. Why’d you ask? You finally wanna join?”

“I sure do!” he responded, “And if you had told me about all the porn that was on that website, I would have joined sooner.”

“Porn?” you repeated, confused, “What are you talking about? It doesn’t allow-”

“All of that smutty fanfiction- I was up all night reading them!”

You froze, hoping that the two of them didn’t notice. “Oh, uh, yeah there’s a lot of that.”

“And, you know, we found this…writer.” Suguru said, his voice dripping like honey as his hand ran up and down your waist, “Who writes the most…filthy things. Degradation, spankings, brat taming, not to mention threesomes between two men and a woman. Kind of similar to us, right?”

You gulped, trying to focus on your food even though your mind was running a mile. Did they know? How did they find out? You were so careful of your things! You always made sure to have an eye on your phone and laptop so how did they…

“Well, only the threesome parts.” Satoru said, “We’re not nearly as kinky as the people in those stories. We could be, of course, but we wouldn’t want to scare our baby with how…intense we can be, right?”

“Of course.” Suguru purred, leaning forward to kiss your temple, his lips soft against your skin, “Our sweet princess is so innocent and vanilla. How on Earth can we treat her like the girls in those smutty, dirty stories? We have to make love to her like the Queen she is. There’s no way our baby would like to be punished or have her pussy filled until she’s bred.”

“Exactly.” Satoru said, noting the way your breathing was quickening, smiling as he saw your ears turn red, “Unless…there’s something she’s not telling us.” You gasped as his hand trailed down your back, making you shiver before it landed on your ass. You mewled as he grabbed a cheek harshly, his fingers digging into your plush skin, both of them so close to you that you could feel their hot breath against your burning face.

“So, sweetheart.” Suguru said, a twinkle in his eye as he turned off the heat of the stove, gently taking your utensils out of your hands, “Anything you’d like to share?”

You gulped, Satoru squeezing you greedily and making it difficult for you to form sentences, “H-How did you find out?”

“Well, I might have peeked at your phone when you left it unlocked yesterday.” Satoru confessed, “I wasn’t planning on looking but when I saw the notification of someone begging you to write more of your threesome content, well, curiosity got the better of me.”

“Our baby has such naughty fantasies,” Suguru said, not giving you a chance to respond “But she kept it all to herself like a bad little girl. Why didn’t you tell us?” he leaned down to nibble at your ear, loving the cute yelp you let out, “Did you think we’d judge you?”

“I- I don’t know…” you mumbled, face so red it felt like steam was coming out your ears, “It’s…embarrassing- ah!” Suguru moved downwards and kissed your neck, his teeth digging into the sensitive patch of your skin, making you cry out loud. Satoru pouted before he let go of your ass, only to swing his hand down and give your butt a sharp slap, making you yell loudly.

“We could have been fucking you like the dirty slut you are, but instead, we held ourselves back because we didn’t want to scare you off.” Satoru growled, his hand making its way to your hair, grabbing a handful before he pulled harshly. You gasped as your head was tossed back, your boyfriends face looking down on you as his grip on your hair continued to be tight and unforgiving.

“Every time we fuck you- we’ve wanted to go wild.” Suguru confessed, his large hand slipping into your shirt, making you shiver as he touched your bare skin, “So next time, just be honest and save us the trouble, hmm?”

“You’re going to make it up to us.” Satoru said, leaning down to kiss your lips, a quick peck before he pulled away, a dark look in his eyes, “Get ready. We’re making those fantasies come true.”

~~~~~

Your hands trembled, instinctively tugging at the handcuffs that held you tight against the headboard. The cool metal dug into your skin, showing no signs of letting up. Hands handcuffed above your bed, naked as the day you were born, you were at the mercy of your two men and they made sure of that.

Suguru giggled at your cute little yelp as he increased the speed of the vibrator, his grip of the wand tightening before he pressed it down harder on your clit. You screamed around Satoru’s cock, the man’s dick shoved down your throat, making you gag. He was practically straddling your head, knees on either side of your shoulders while Suguru sat between your spread legs, their eyes greedily taking in your nakedness.

“Yeah? You like that?” Satoru asked, looking down at you with a teasing grin on his face, sweat dripping down his brow. He was naked, veins throbbing in his arms as he gripped onto the headboard tightly, rolling his hips into your face, groaning at the sensation of you trying your best to take his fat dick. “You like that vibrator on your slutty little pussy, don’t you? Hmm? Like having my cock down your throat?” he asked, pausing his thrusting for a second to fully press his cock deep inside you, laughing as he felt you gag loudly around him.

“Oh, she loves it~” Suguru purred, dick aching in his boxers (wearing nothing but his underwear) as he ground the wand vibrator against you, mercilessly attacking your clit, “Her cunt is dripping~”

“Poor baby~ You must be so pent up since we’ve been making love to you like you were a princess. Guess we have to fuck you like a whore, hmm?” Satoru asked, biting his lower lip as he started thrusting into your mouth again. His muscles tensed, tossing his head back to moan as your sweet little tongue lapped at the underside of his cock, his heavy balls pressing against your chin every time he thrust.

“Stay. Still.” Suguru said with a click of his tongue as one arm gripped onto your knee tightly, the other still torturing you with the vibrator, “Keep moving your legs like that and I’ll punish you.”

You whined, your sounds taken by Satoru’s member, your body getting overstimulated. With a fat cock down your throat and Suguru playing with your pussy, you couldn’t help but start trembling, trying to push your legs together to give yourself a break from the onslaught on your cunt- but Suguru was having none of that.

He ignored your yelp as he pulled the vibrator away, taking away your pleasure so suddenly. But you barely had time to process that as he raised his hand and brought it down on your pussy, giving it a harsh, tight slap. You screamed from the pain, the vibrations of your mouth making Satoru moan as Suguru started spanking your pussy again and again. Slap after slap rained down on your cunt, the raven-haired man holding one leg tightly by the ankle while pushing away the other with his knee, truly keeping you spread as he spanked your pussy.

Your whole body writhed from the pain, the stinging sensation of Suguru marking your puffy pussy lips red. Your hands struggled against the handcuffs even more, your torso tossing and turning, Satoru giving you some mercy as he gently pulled his cock out of your mouth.

“Sorry! Fuck- I’m sorry- I’m sorry!” you pleaded through your gasps and coughs, and crying as Suguru slapped your cunt so hard it made you dizzy for a second, “Please- no more!”.

“No more what?”

“No more spankings- P-Please! Please don’t s-spank my p-pussy!” you begged, ears turning red from the embarrassment. You heard Satoru giggle above you, the man clearly more sadistic than you ever imagined as he tugged at his member, enjoying the scene of his best friend breaking you down perfectly. Even him touching himself right in front of you was torturous, your eyes homing in on the precum dripping out of his red tip, his cock covered in your saliva.

“I thought you liked it, baby.” Suguru said, taking some mercy on you as he gently rubbed your cunt, easing some of the burn, “Your characters get their pussy’s spanked so often. Don’t you feel bad for them if it hurts so much?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t know.” You sobbed, “It hurts- fuck- but it hurts so good!”

“Fuuuck Baby!” Satoru groaned, gripping the base of his cock tightly, his face red and excited, “Almost came from that~ I love seeing you look so pathetic for us.”

You whimpered, turning your face to feel Satoru’s warmth as he gently wiped a tear away from your eye. Suguru chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss to your cunt, your skin hot against his lips. Your back arched as he ran his tongue up your pussy, the man groaning as he tasted your slick, drinking you down like a drug.

“Oh~ I want a taste of that pussy too~” Satoru purred before he changed his position. Your eyes widened as he turned around, adjusting himself so his cock was once again over your face only now, he was facing your pussy in a classic 69. “Open up, princess.” He said, smirking as he pushed his cock into your mouth just as you opened your lips, “Suck my cock while we- oh yeah- play with this pussy~”

Satoru grabbed the back of your thighs, holding onto you tightly as he dipped his head between your legs, Suguru moving out of the way so his friend could mouth at your pussy. You squealed around his cock, the man already starting to thrust as he wrapped his lips around your clit before he sucked harshly. “Mmmph- fuck yes~” he moaned, lightly picking up the pace as he once again started fucking your throat, “This pussy is so fucking tasty~”

He opened his mouth wide and started flicking his tongue on your clit, letting out a lewd sound as he tortured your sensitive bud with his tongue. Not one to sit idly by, Suguru allowed his friend to tongue your cunt while he gently slid a finger inside you.

“Look at that. My finger went in so easily, baby.” Suguru said as he gently thrust the finger in and out of you, “This isn’t enough for you, is it?”

You whined around Satoru’s cock, unable to respond. But they understood. Suguru slid a second finger inside you, the slick sound of your cunt parting for him echoing through the air lewdly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he curled his fingers inside you just right, pussy gushing from the sensation. Satoru was still licking at your clit, giving your bud the occasional nibble to keep you on edge.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Suguru asked as he watched Satoru lick you up, his own fingers drenched, your juices dripping down, “Cock in your mouth as we play with your pussy like you’re our little toy~ Our sweet little fuck toy we can use?”

Your toes curled and your muscles tensed, opening your throat up as much as possible as Satoru mercilessly face fucked you, his balls slapping against you as he chased his pleasure. The metal of the handcuffs dug into your skin, your fingers clenching around nothing as you were driven closer and closer to your orgasm.

You were so close you could taste it, your mind descending into nothing but pleasure, the two men perfectly breaking you down into the slut they know you are. You fantasised about them as you wrote your fanfiction and for it to actually be coming true- you didn’t know how to handle it.

You were so close- so close! Your body tightened and your pussy clenched around Suguru’s fingers, the familiar sensation of an orgasm making itself known. You already knew this would be one of the strongest climaxes you’d experience and it almost scared you. But you were ready. You wanted this. You needed this. You needed them!

Your moans picked up the pace, getting louder and louder around Satoru’s cock, still obediently sucking him off as your body trembled. You were gonna cum! Cumming- cumming-

Only for them to stop.

You let out a scream as Satoru pulled his cock out of your mouth, both of them able to hear your shouts. You arched off the bed, your body trembling from the sudden absence of pleasure, your legs kicking at the mattress like a toddler as you writhed on the bed.

“Why? Why- I was so close- so close!” you sobbed, tugging at the handcuffs in a desperate attempt to touch yourself, only for it to be futile.

“Aww, poor princess.” Satoru cooed, kneeling over you still, his cock dripping your saliva back onto his face lewdly, “did you really think it would be that easy?”

“We’re going to edge you all night.” Suguru said, finally undoing his boxers before pushing it off, getting completely naked, “It’s your punishment for keeping your sluttiness a secret from us.”

You could barely muster up a protest as you were distracted by Suguru’s cock. His cock was just as beautiful as Satoru’s- long, thick and oh so delicious. He took your breath away everytime he got inside you, his skills rendering you a whining mess.

“If you try and cum without us knowing,” Suguru said, knowing your body like the back of your hand and well aware that you were close to your orgasm, “You’re going to be in a world of pain. Now come on. Beg for it.” He started teasingly slapping your pussy with his member, each strike making you twitch, “You know how to beg, right? Your characters beg so sweetly in your stories- I’m sure you can do it too~”

You gulped, mouth drooling and pussy trembling, their hard cocks right in front of you but refusing to get inside you. “P-Please.” You pleaded, feeling a rush of shame overcome you by uttering the word. “Do better than that.” Suguru said, his hand now on his member and lightly stroking it, showing you what you were missing out on. “I- Fuck- I need you! Both of you!” you said desperately. “Keep going~” Satoru purred, his tip just a hairs breath away from your lips, also close to orgasm, “what do you need?” “I need- fuck- I need your c-cocks!” you begged, tears in your eyes as you shamelessly conveyed your desires, “I need you inside me- I need you to fuck me!” “Good girl.” Suguru said, groaning as he finally- finally- started to push inside you, “And remember. No cumming.”

You tossed your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Suguru started spreading you apart, inch after inch burying into your sopping cunt. It was a delicious sensation, his cock stretching you out wonderfully, his thick cock giving you a nice burn. Suguru hissed as his dick was enveloped in your tight wetness, the texture of your pussy walls hugging it perfectly. His balls clenched and he knew he wouldn’t last long- the feeling of finally being able to treat you like the kinky slut you were driving him to the edge. They don’t call him a pleasure dom for nothing.

Without even saying anything, Satoru took advantage of your open mouth to jam his dick back inside your mouth, laughing at the surprised yelp and loud gag you let out. “I’m close baby~” he moaned as he was surrounded by your addicting heat again, “Make sure you drink it all when I cum down this slutty mouth pussy~”

They both started to fuck you mercilessly at once. And all you could do was lie there and take it. Suguru made you wrap your legs against his waist, leaning into you as he started pounding your cunt, balls slapping against you each time he thrust into you. Your pussy was so wet and hot- the sensation like a drug as he pounded you, his cock slamming against your cervix with each thrust.

“Fuck- I love this fucking pussy!” he groaned, tossing his head back as he mercilessly pounded you, chasing his pleasure, “So perfect for us- so greedy and desperate- want to fucking ruin you!”

“Mmm~ I can’t wait to fuck this slutty cunt~” Satoru said between moans, fucking down on your mouth as a hand came up to spread apart your pussy lips, giving him a perfect view of Suguru fucking your hole. “Pass me the vibrator, will you?”

You yelped, knowing exactly what he had planned as Satoru got a hold of the vibrator, switched it on before he placed it against your clit. You screamed around his cock, body thrashing at the overstimulation. The toy rubbed against your clit, the speed on the highest setting, making your vision blurry as he assaulted your sensitive bud.

“Fuck- oh yeah- that’s fucking great!” Suguru moaned, the vibration of the toy giving him added pleasure as well, “she tightened around me so much- fuck- slutty little pussy!”

You were in heaven and hell. The two men were using you in such a filthy fashion, making your body tremble from the intense pleasure. Suguru was fucking you so perfectly, his cock hitting your g-spot every time he thrust into you, your pleasure heightened by Satoru playing with your clit. He’d use the toy or sometimes even lean down to lick at your clit again, his hair brushing against Suguru’s abdomen every time he thrust forward. They were both so desperate and horny for you and it was amazing.

But, every time you were close, they’d stop.

You didn’t even need to say it- your moans and your body language was enough for them to know when you were about to cum and every time, without fail, they’d ruin your orgasm. Suguru would pull out and Satoru would stop playing with your clit, opting to slap your pussy and call it a ‘bad cunt’ as he took your climax away from you. Suguru once pinched your clit so harshly you swore you blacked out. Once they thought you weren’t going to cum, they’d get back into it.

“Oh baby!” Satoru moaned, finally reaching his climax. He forgoed the toy and instead focused on fucking your face, wanting to cum, “I’m close! Yes! Yes! Oh you naughty little minx! We’re going to have so much fucking fun with you!”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you got pounded from both ends- your jaw beyond sore. With a few more thrusts, Satoru finally came. He tossed his head back and moaned loudly, his cock lodged as deep as it could go inside you. He started to cum down your throat, giving you no choice but to drink it all up. You could feel his balls clench against you as he came, his hot seed pouring down your throat, warming you up from the inside.

“Ohhh yesss!” Satoru moaned, his body shuddering as he gently thrust his hips, milking his balls of every drop, “That’s it- oh yes~ That’s a good slut~”

You gagged around him, struggling to breathe and to drink down his cum, happy to have given him pleasure but distracted by Suguru still pounding into you. You were waiting for Satoru to get off of you and give your jaw some peace but…

He once again got his face close to your pussy, resting his elbows on the mattress and his chin on his hands as he stared like a pervert as Suguru fucking your cunt.

“Enjoying the show?” Suguru asked with a laugh, his body running a bit hotter at Satoru staring.

“Mmhmm,” Satoru said with a smile before he addressed you, “Keep cockwarming me, baby. Get me hard again so I can fuck this pussy next~”

Oh. Oh God.

“Fuck- I’m close!” Suguru groaned through gritted teeth, “And she’s close too- I can feel it!”

“Yeah?” Satoru asked, rolling his hips in a circle as he leisurely enjoyed your mouth like it was a fleshlight, “Should we let her cum? She’s been such a good girl for us.”

You whined around him, feeling like this entire night was you whining, trying your best to beg around Satoru’s cock in your mouth. You could feel him grow harder inside you, the sadist loving the fact that he made you so pathetic.

“Nah.” Suguru said, sweating as he pounded you mercilessly, “Not yet.”

“You hear that, baby?” Satoru asked, “You better not cum~”

You sobbed, tears pouring down your cheeks as they decided to continue torturing you.

“You gonna cum inside her?” Satoru asked his friend, knowing him well enough to know he was about to cum. “Fuck- I want to so fucking badly but- I don’t think she deserves it yet!”  “Awww, the poor thing. She has such a huge breeding kink too!” “I know. Fuck- I’d love to dump inside this cunt and breed her but- fuck- I still think she needs to learn her lesson! Naughty little sluts who keep things from their boyfriends gets fucking punished! Oh fuck- yes- cumming- I’m cumming!”

With a shout, once again denying you your orgasm, Suguru quickly pulled out of you with the intention of finishing on you. “Fuck- Satoru!” Suguru moaned as the white haired man suddenly grabbed his member and started jerking him off. Satoru laughed at Suguru’s moans, his hand almost a blur as he jacked off his best friend, aiming the tip right at your pussy. In a matter of seconds, Suguru let out a loud moan as he came, tossing his head back as the pleasure hit him like a truck. He trembled as ropes and ropes of cum shot out of his cock, his balls clenching with each pump as he came all over your pussy. He stained your cunt white, making you whine as all of that cum wasn’t pumped inside you.

“Oh~ Look at all that cum on this pretty pussy~” Satoru moaned, letting go of Suguru to instead pet at your pussy, his fingers rubbing the cum into your skin before he collected a bit of it on his fingers to shove inside you. You gasped, body still on edge, your mind a mess of pleasure and humiliation as Satoru stuffed his friends cum into your pussy. He took some mercy on you and pulled his cock out of your mouth, enjoying your gasps and moans as you took in deep breaths, choking on your own spit as he got off of you.

“Please!” you begged, crying and you voice hoarse, “Please- Please let me cum! I need it! I’ll do anything!”

“Shhhh, relax, princess.” Suguru cooed as he and Satoru switched places, the white haired man settling between your legs with his cock hard once more, eager to fuck your cunt. You whimpered and cried as Suguru lied down next to you, his dick still hard and ready for more as he leaned down to kiss you, a sweet moment among all the depravity.

His hand gripped a breast, squeezing your boob as he kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth and making your body tingle from the sensation. He finally parted just as Satoru slipped his dick inside you, smiling as he watched your eyes water and your jaw drop from the sensation.

“Don’t start crying already, baby.” Suguru said, watching as your body started to bounce up and down from Satoru’s thrusts, Satoru immediately fucking you in a fast pace, “We’ve only just begun~”

[fraugwinska]

A very incomplete list of Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction Authors/Geniuses

I cannot believe the awsome, talented, absolute magnificent people I've met through this fandom. Writing FF for Hazbin Hotel has become one of my greatest joys in life, and reading the stories and creations of my fellow friends and idols is something that can brighten my whole week - and we don't gatekeep. So, if you're in search for a good read, here are a few of the SUPER AWSOME people I stalk (and I want to stress - this list is never going to be complete, but I'll try to edit it as there are just SO MANY GODDANG MASTERS out there!) @bapple117 If you love #RadioStatic, you have to read 'Bluest Monday' (completed) and the follow-up 'Say Hello, Wave Goodbye' (WIP) She'll break your heart in the most beautiful way. If you don't fancy that but Alastor is your go-to, then you will want to dive in head-first into "If You Can't Say Somethin' Nice, Don't Say Nothin' At All" (complete). But as before, be ready for a rollercoaster of emotional moments and extremely spicy shenanigans.

@hazelfoureyes Goddess of the smut, Hottest writer in Hell - If you're horny, Hazel has got you covered. Especially her 'The safeword is Radioapple'-Mini-series will make you sweat like a Zumba-Instructor on crack. Be prepared to blush, tremble, die and immediately ressurrect, because yes. She is THAT good.

Clover/corruptedteacups on AO3 With whooping 75 chapters and 300k+ hits, her Fanfic 'The Red means I Love you' is one of the best, most detailed slow-burn-pining-angsty-smutty-will-they-wont-they Masterpieces I've read so far. Alastor is magnificent and I guarantee you'll fall in love with Clover, the bunny who captures the heart of you deerest red demon.

@melodyonthewireless Highly underappreciated (imho), her fic "A Match made in Hell" (WIP) follows her OC Sybil down to hell, into the Hazbin Hotel and consecutively the arms of Alastor - but don't you dare underestimate the pink, harmless looking doe. Sybil's witch powers and her sassy, witty personality is quite the match to the established readio overlord. It's such a read, and the wait between chapters the sweetest agony!

@macabr3-barbi3 She delivers every. single. TIME. Her Short stories and One-Shots are like Pringles - Once you pop, you can't stop. I'm deeply in love with 'Dream a little Dream' (WIP), 'Nothing I can't Handle' (WIP) makes me run for a cold shower and did I mention the countless one-shot-candies that make you mouth water and your toes curl?

@slutforalastor/InconspicuousBosch on AO3 Whether it's the One-Shots on tumblr (omg the PRIEST ALASTOR BIT *fans face*) or the incredible Choose-your-Path-Fic "Say it with a smile" (completed) - you will be both amazed at the artistry of the wording and storybuilding and blushing at the sheer craft of the smut and sexual tension.

@impale-me-radio-daddy Founder of the kink #antlerplay, his series of 'The Lookalike' is steamy, outrageous, utterly magnificent and filthy down to the bones. Be prepared for some serious questioning of your own preferences, because you WILL get some epiphanies. And that's a PROMISE.

@hurthermore Listen. LISTEN. Bimbo is the mini-series that had me on a friggin CHOKEHOLD. It takes a special talent to make one so invested in THE radio demon, gentleman a la carte Alastor believably pining after and pounding a lovable, dumb airhead sinner with a fable for skimpy dresses and leave you at the end wanting for seconds and thirds!

As I said, this is a highly incomplete list, and I'll absolutely edit this list as I go. But I needed to put this out in the world. To all of the above, and all of those which I didn't include YET but most certainly will -

I ADORE YOU, I PRAY AT YOUR FEET, YOU ARE AMAZING BEINGS AND I LOVE YOU.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[deliciousangelfestival]

Another Ending - 2 | Bucky Barnes

Character: ex!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It was supposed to be a short week watching over your niece, who loves romance books. She thought you were just a normal aunt, but it turns out you have secrets.

Tags: Spies, action, threat, offense, fight scene, violence, romance, comedy.

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The car ride was tense, with only the sound of tires humming against the asphalt breaking the silence. You stared out the window, watching the trees blur by, trying to suppress the anxiety gnawing at you.

“We need to get to the train station,” you suggested, breaking the silence.

Bucky’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Too risky. We have to stay low for a while.”

You nodded, your mind racing through the possibilities. If a motel or hotel was too dangerous, where could you go? “We should camp. I have the gear in the car.”

Bucky glanced at you, a small nod of approval. “Good.”

The awkward silence returned, thick and suffocating, until a small voice broke through.

“This is destiny,” Lori murmured, her face lighting up as she reached into her bag to pull out a notebook. She began scribbling furiously.

You and Bucky exchanged a confused look. “What’s got you writing all of a sudden?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“New ideas for my fanfiction,” Lori said, her tone excited.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Lori…”

Bucky kept driving, his eyes scanning the road ahead until he found a secluded area surrounded by trees. He maneuvered the car off the road, hiding it as best he could among the foliage.

“Who is she, really?” Bucky asked, his tone serious.

“My niece,” you replied, your voice low.

Lori, sensing the conversation was about her, raised her hand like she was in class. “Oh, I have a confession to make. I’m the one who replied to your email.”

Bucky’s eyes widened as he turned to you, his expression a mix of disbelief and something else. “Can’t say I’m not a little disappointed. But thanks to her, I finally know your real name.”

Lori, completely missing the tension in the air, beamed. “You didn’t even know each other’s names, but you kept looking for her? That’s so romantic.”

Bucky shot you a look, his expression unreadable, but the way his gaze lingered made you uncomfortable. Was she really your niece? He couldn’t help but wonder.

You shook your head, grabbing your bag and pulling out a burner phone. You needed to call your sister and let her know you were taking Lori with you, that things had gotten… complicated.

Lori, oblivious to the serious undertone of the situation, watched you and Bucky closely, analyzing every glance and gesture. Through her writer’s lens, she saw the tension between you two as something else entirely. She grinned, her mind already spinning a new story of enemies-turned-lovers.

“Uh, I have a question,” Lori piped up. “After I replied, did you immediately read it?”

Bucky didn’t answer, his silence louder than any words could be. Lori took it as confirmation. “So, before you replied, you rushed to find my cool aunt, and when you got closer, you finally sent it. That’s such dedication to chasing love.” She squealed, hugging her notebook to her chest like a love-struck fangirl.

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Both of you walked in silence, the tension between you growing thicker with every step. You stayed close to the car, unwilling to stray too far, as if the vehicle was the only thing grounding you in this increasingly chaotic world.

“We can’t be together,” you finally said, your voice heavy with regret.

“But—” Bucky began, but you cut him off.

Without a word, you reached up and tugged down your collar, revealing a line of jagged scars etched into the skin of your neck. You usually kept them hidden under layers of makeup, but today, there was no time for that. The collar had been your only shield.

“These… they still haunt me,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky’s eyes softened, and without hesitation, he pulled up his shirt to reveal the scars marring his shoulder. The sight of them made your heart twist with guilt.

“It’s not just you,” he said, his voice low and filled with a shared pain. He stepped closer, the distance between you shrinking as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “We were both in the wrong.”

In the world of espionage, trust was a luxury neither of you could afford. You had been a double agent, living in the gray area between loyalty and betrayal. Bucky, a triple agent, had danced even closer to the edge. The scars you both bore were reminders of the countless times trust had been shattered.

The real reason you were being hunted wasn’t just because you were a skilled operative; it was because you had broken a vow. You had promised never to contact Bucky again, a promise made under the threat of being burned by your agency. But you had broken that promise, and now, you were paying the price.

“Bucky…” you whispered, your voice filled with an ache you couldn’t suppress. But your words died in your throat as you caught sight of movement behind a tree.

Lori. Your creative, ever-curious niece was hiding, scribbling furiously in her notebook as if she was documenting your every word.

“So, both of them feel guilty. It haunts them,” Lori muttered to herself, her eyes wide with fascination as she jotted down her thoughts.

You sighed deeply, the weight of everything crashing down on you. You marched over to Lori, grabbing her bag with a grunt. “Why is this so heavy?” you demanded, feeling the strain in your arm. Then it hit you. “Didn’t I tell you not to bring your books?”

Lori snatched her bag back, clutching it to her chest protectively. “No! I can’t live without them. This one is my favorite.”

You sighed again, rubbing your temples as if it would somehow alleviate the stress of the situation. Arguing with Lori was pointless; she was as stubborn as you were. You glanced over at Bucky, who had been watching the exchange with an amused yet concerned look.

“We should set up camp here,” you said, your voice resigned but firm.

Bucky nodded, but the way his eyes lingered on you told you that he wasn’t just agreeing to the plan; he was agreeing to this unspoken understanding that, despite everything, you were in this together, whether you liked it or not.

As you began to unpack the gear, the reality of your situation weighed heavily on you. The scars, the guilt, the constant running—it was all too much. But here you were, setting up camp in the middle of nowhere with a man who was both your greatest ally and your deepest regret, and a niece who seemed determined to make you believe again in romance.

And all you could think about was how much it hurt, how much it haunted you, and how much you wished things could be different. But in the world you lived in, wishes were just as dangerous as promises.

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After setting up the camp, you busied yourself with preparing dinner. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a dusky twilight that painted the sky in shades of purple and orange.

The scent of the forest mingled with the aroma of the food, creating a comforting atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the tension from earlier.

Bucky sat by the lake, his figure a dark silhouette against the shimmering water. He occasionally stole glances in your direction, watching as you moved with practiced efficiency. The sight of you, so capable and yet so burdened, stirred something in him that he couldn’t quite name.

A soft voice broke the stillness. “🎵I’m just a talking plant, don’t mind me,🎵” Lori sang in a playful, lilting tone as she twirled her way over to Bucky. She stopped beside him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Do you like my aunt?” she asked, her tone innocent yet oddly probing.

Bucky blinked, caught off guard by the directness of the question. What’s wrong with this kid? He raised an eyebrow, trying to mask his surprise.

Lori, undeterred by his silence, continued with a knowing smile. “I get it. You’re a man of few words. You’re exactly like the male character from this book.”

She held up the novel she’d been carrying, the title "The Red Swan" emblazoned on the cover. Bucky tilted his head, the title vaguely familiar but not enough to place it.

“Are you really her niece?” Bucky asked, his curiosity piqued by Lori’s strange mix of wisdom and childlike wonder.

Lori shrugged a carefree gesture that spoke volumes. “My dad is a theater teacher.”

Bucky nodded slowly, the pieces falling into place. That explained a lot—her flair for the dramatic, her perceptiveness, her relentless curiosity.

“Here,” Lori said, thrusting the romance novel into his hands.

“Why?” Bucky asked, looking down at the book with a mix of skepticism and curiosity.

Lori sighed as if explaining something painfully obvious. “It’s as clear as the sky is blue that you like my aunt. But you never express it. If your actions alone aren’t enough, you need to use your words. From the start, you’ve only said thirty-one words. None of us can read each other’s minds.”

Bucky found himself unexpectedly impressed. This kid had been counting his words? And, annoyingly enough, she was right. He glanced at Lori, who gave him a confident salute, her eyes twinkling with a mix of innocence and cunning.

“Trust me,” she said with a playful wink before scampering back over to you, her small figure darting between the trees with the energy of a whirlwind.

Bucky watched her go, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. There was something endearing about Lori’s antics, the way she seemed to bring a different side out of you, a side he hadn’t seen before. A side he realized he wanted to know more about.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, and looked down at the book Lori had handed him. Romance novels had never been his thing, but something about the way she insisted piqued his interest.

He flipped to the summary on the back cover, his eyebrows raising in mild surprise at the plot. It was more intricate than he’d expected, with themes of loyalty, betrayal, and forbidden love woven through the narrative.

Intrigued despite himself, Bucky began reading, his fingers brushing the pages as he turned them. As he read, his breath hitched slightly. The story was compelling, drawing him in with its depth and emotion. “This is… interesting,” he murmured to himself, unable to deny the pull of the story.

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The next morning, the three of you made your way to the train station. It was too risky to fly; the airport would be crawling with potential threats. You handled the ticket counter, purchasing a ticket for Lori while she waited with Bucky a short distance away. She noticed the way he kept his eyes on you, his gaze lingering as if trying to memorize every detail.

Unable to stand the silence any longer, Lori leaned over and pinched his thigh. “You should talk to her,” she whispered, her tone insistent.

Just then, you returned, holding the tickets in your hand. “Alright, I got it,” you said, glancing at Bucky. “I guess this is goodbye. Thanks for helping us.” Your voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of something unsaid, a tension that hung in the air.

Bucky hesitated, his thoughts warring within him. Then, out of nowhere, he felt a sharp kick to his shin. Lori again, urging him forward. “Say something before you lose this chance!” she hissed.

“Seven years,” Bucky finally said, his voice rough with emotion.

“What?” You turned to him, confused by his sudden declaration.

“I’ve been looking for you and waiting for seven years,” he continued, his eyes locking onto yours.

The words hit you like a tidal wave, stirring up emotions you’d buried deep. Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart pounded in your chest. Seven years. The weight of those words hung between you, thickening the air. Lori squealed beside you, her excitement palpable, but you could barely hear her over the rush of blood in your ears.

Bucky took a step closer, his voice lowering to a near whisper. “I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped searching. Every lead, every dead end—it all brought me back to you.”

Before you could respond, a sudden prickle of awareness swept over you. You didn’t have to look around to know—you were being watched. Instinct kicked in, and you grabbed Lori’s hand. “We have to go,” you said urgently, pulling her along.

“But Aunt, he’s not done!” Lori protested, glancing back at Bucky as you hurried away.

Bucky was right behind you, not willing to let you slip away again. “We can’t stay together, Bucky!” you insisted, your voice edged with both desperation and regret.

“You’re going to Massachusetts,” he replied, undeterred. “I want to go there too.”

“Why?” you demanded, your eyes narrowing.

Bucky held up the book that Lori had given him. “Because of this.” He pointed to the title on the cover, his expression serious.

“The Red Swan.” The words rolled off your tongue with a sense of familiarity that sent a shiver down your spine. The title dredged up old memories, ones you’d tried hard to forget.

Bucky saw the recognition in your eyes and pressed on. “From what I’ve read—”

“You read it?” Lori interrupted, her voice tinged with awe.

“From what I’ve read,” Bucky continued, his gaze never leaving yours, “the mission in this book mirrors the one we had. The same code names, the same hotel rooms…”

Lori gasped, her eyes wide with amazement. “Oh wow!”

“You don’t mean—” you started, your mind racing to catch up.

Bucky nodded grimly. “I need to see the author of this novel. What’s his deal? How does a romance author know so much about a mission we both lived through? The details are too precise to be coincidence.”

Your heart pounded harder, and you exchanged a glance with Bucky. The implications were chilling. Someone out there knew far too much about your past—a past that was supposed to be buried. And now, that knowledge was in the pages of a book for anyone to read.

"Let's go," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. But then you hesitated, realizing, "Oh, but I didn’t buy your ticket."

Bucky chuckled softly, a rare sound that almost made you smile. "I’ll handle it," he replied, his confidence soothing your worry.

The three of you boarded the train, slipping into a quiet compartment. Lori, practically bouncing with excitement, clasped her hands together. She was thrilled that you and Bucky weren’t parting ways.

Unable to contain her joy, she started singing softly, “🎵We’re all in this together…🎵”

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Yo, can someone write me a fanfiction, maybe just a one shot, of Billy joining the group in season 2, that exact night? Like:

No fight between Steve and Billy, because Steve "promised to keep you shitheads safe, and that is exactly what I'm doing to do." And honestly? What could be safer for max in that moment: staying in the house this mind flyer thing knows where they are OR at her home, with her brother who should have a decent punch seen from the basketball court.

So instead of being like "Max? What's a Max? A ginger, like the roots?" He just straight up goes; "you know what, yeah, they've been playing and she definitely should go home, NOW. Just drive, mister 2. place, drive and don't ever look back. Got it Hargrove?" Suddenly screaming and Steve is back in the house immediately- the Demodog wasn't as dead as they thought...

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Amethyst

A Peri x Irep short story

So help me Jesus I got back into writing fanfiction

"Hey.. are you willing to meet up and talk?"

The text from his oh so wonderful on and off again boyfriend lit up the screen. Peri sighed and rolled over in his bed. It was 2am, Dev had been asleep for hours at this point. They had been on a break for a few months at this point, and he was actively avoiding every text he's gotten from him. He already knew why he tried to take his god kid, as some way to get back at him for ignoring him. Peri didn't know whether or not he wanted to continue with this relationship. So much fighting. It seemed like they were on opposite sides of the universe considering.. they were opposites.

"Peri? I know you probably won't respond but.."

The notification popped up at the top of his phone. He knew it was most likely going to be some long-winded rant he's sending him at the dead of night because he can't sleep and he's on his mind. But to be honest.. he was on Peri's mind too. He thought to himself 'eh.. no harm in looking I guess' and tapped on the notification.

"Peri? I know you probably won't respond but.. it's been awhile. I miss you and I want to catch up. So much has happened since we've been apart and I want to see how you're doing. Sorry I'm rambling, I probably sound stupid, but I promise you I'm not trying to get back with you I'd just like to catch up."

Peri sat up and ran a hand through his hair, playing with one of his curls. He was debating whether or not to take Irep up on his offer. Whether or not it'd be worth it to have all the pain from their break come up again, whether or not it would just lead to another fight.. he sat there staring at the wall for a good 5 minutes, deep in thought before he picked his phone back up.

"Alright, we can meet up, but it'll have to be now since the kiddo's asleep and I don't have any free time when he's not."

He tapped the message quickly, sent it, then shut off the screen. He flipped his phone over in his hand a few times, then less than a minute later, he got a response.

"That works :) I kind of figured, which is why I texted you now. You've always been a late sleeper.. anyways, meet up at our usual place?"

'Always been a late sleeper? Ha! As if he doesn't stay up until 6am..' Peri thought to himself. He quickly tapped out another message.

"Sure. Give me a few to get ready and I'll be there :P"

Peri got up out of bed and stretched, popping his back. He grabbed his wand off his bedside table and poofed out of his pajamas and into his usual outfit. Figuring he was going to be up the rest of the night, he also poofed himself up an energy drink and chugged it. His stomach hurt a bit from it, but he was too anxious to really care. Lifting up his wand, he then went off to their usual meet up space, which was a small park somewhere in Fairy World. One where they spent the most time at as kids.

Once he got there, he shot Irep a quick text saying he was there, and went to sit on the swings. No one was around since it was so late, so he decided to swing for a bit. Despite being in his 20's, he still very much enjoyed it but couldn't do it around the other fairies without being stared at. He then heard some laughter behind him.

"God, you're such a child!" He immediately recognized Irep's voice and slowly came to a stop. Without even turning to look at him he said "You're one to talk!! I know for a fact you do this too!"

Irep took the swing next to him and chuckled to himself as he sat down. "Well yeah, reminds me of when we were kids.. when things were a lot more uh.. hopeful."

Peri looked at him and smiled. "Eh, I'd say things are still pretty hopeful now. I'm a god parent now! Never thought I'd get my license, haha.."

"Yeah.. I wanted to talk to you about that. I thought you didn't want any god kids?" Irep raised an eyebrow.

"Well.. it's a job, and I figured why not. It seems to be fulfilling, well at least, it was to my parents. And hell, we even exist because of one of my parents god kids!"

"Yeah.. though I worry. He seems a bit.. tough. And from what I've heard, you two argue about as much as we did in high school."

Peri smirked. "Heh.. yeah. He's a little tough, has a lot of daddy issues. But you seemed to get through to him fine. It's just.. I don't know what I'm doing wrong man. I'm trying my best with this kid and it's like.. nothing I ever do is good enough for him."

"Eh.. honestly I could do the thing where I over analyze everything but I know you hate that so I'll save it."

"Actually, it might be useful right now, so shoot."

"Hm.." Irep kicked his feet in the woodchips underneath him, thinking for a moment. "You seem to expect everything to come to you so easily, and have little patience for when it doesn't."

Peri crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

"Ever since I've met you, if you can't do it right the first time, you either.. burn out or give up. You also get.. really angry at yourself, turn inward, and become bitter. You lose patience very easily when this happens."

"Why do you think that could be?"

"Well, a number of reasons.. we've talked about the issues we've had with our parents before. How yours nearly suffocate you with praise and affection to the point where you avoid them and wouldn't even tell them you got a god kid until they found out themselves. You were the first fairy baby born in a millenia, and I hate to say it but because of that you were spoiled rotten. Your parents were over protective of you because of their own mommy and daddy issues, so they tried to make up for what they didn't have by giving it to you, but.. they did too much. And because of that you burn out very easily and it drives you up the wall when it even looks like you're slightly failing. You're an overachiever and expect only good things to happen to you when.. that's just not how life works."

"Hm.. guess you're right.."

"Life is a constant rollercoaster of emotions. You can't just expect only the good to happen to you, you also have to expect the bad as well. Not saying to prepare for the bad or get yourself too anxious by trying to fix things before they're broken, but you know.. accept that good things don't happen all the time. Life has its struggles. That's part of it. And from what I gathered, being a god parent requires a LOT of patience, which is something you don't have a lot of, and self forgiveness, which is something you barely do. I mean, you still hold on to mistakes you made way back in spellementary school!"

"Eh, true. How are you able to gather this much from me?"

Irep chuckled a bit. "You act as if I hadn't been by your side since we were babies. As if I hadn't noticed every small detail about you, like.. how your eyes sparkle just right in the moonlight. It looks like amethyst."

Peri shoved Irep. "Quit being mushy! We're still on break. Plus.. you act as if you don't have the exact same eyes as me."

"What can I say? We're both egotistical little shits, are you really surprised we fell in love in the first place?"

"Hah.. nah.. god, remember how pissed our parents were when they found out we were hooking up behind their back? They tried so hard to keep us apart. 'Anti fairies and fairies should never be together, especially when they are exact opposites of each other, da rules, blah blah blah'."

"Yeah! And then your mom walked in on us and threw anything she could get her hands on at me? Good times."

"Psh, yeah.. we were dumb teenagers, what can I say. And I guess the only difference is a few years. Now we're dumb adults."

They both laughed a bit, and Peri looked down at his feet.

"..I still love you, you know. Even if you decide to break things off with me permanently, I always will."

"Oh, you're always such the romantic! I'm swooning." Peri chuckled and Irep looked into his eyes.

"No, but.. I'm being serious. My biggest regret in our relationship is.. smothering you like your parents did. I didn't realize I was doing it, I.. you're the only one that's ever showed me love. You know how my folks are, wasn't raised in the most loving family so.. I tried to overcompensate by trying to return all the love you made me feel."

"I know, Irep, I know. But.. I don't know, im just so confused. I don't know what I want to do, who I want to be, so I'm trying to figure that all out now."

"Heh, is that why you got a license and took on a god kid?"

"Eh, part of it.. I wanted to see if it would suit me. Besides maybe I'll learn how to be patient from this. Maybe the kid will give me challenges I'm not used to and help.. balance me out. I don't know. I know I shouldn't expect other people to fix me, let alone a kid, but how do I even begin to fix myself when I don't know where to start?"

"Take baby steps. Try different things and see how it works. You're doing good by getting out of your comfort zone now, but you need to remember to be patient and forgive yourself for any mistakes you've made."

"Yeah but.. that's a lot easier said than done. How do I even begin to learn patience and self forgiveness? Where do I even start?"

"Hm.. that's something you'll have to figure out on your own. I know the best way to do it is experiencing hardship period, and I can already see with Dev you will. Biggest thing to remember is he's a kid. He will fuck up. He will make mistakes. There are times where he'll be mean to you, say hurtful things, and get under your skin. But you CAN NOT take it personally. You have to keep in mind he's still a growing human. You've seen how messed up the human world is, imagine going through what they go through with absolutely no magic at all. Sure we had puberty and all that shit but at least the magic made it a bit easier and a hell of a lot more fun."

"True.. I just end up getting so frustrated with him I want to rip my hair out! And you know how much I love my hair! But, I don't know.. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, I'm going into this blind aside from what I was taught in the classes. I'm too afraid to go to my parents for advice because they'll just be like 'oh you're doing great just keep doing what you're doing'! I swear, I've always appreciated how you can be blunt and honest about things, it's something I really look up to about you. As annoying as it gets when I don't ask for it.. it is helpful. So thank you."

"Always."

Peri got up and stretched. "You know, Irep. I do miss spending time with you like this.. like our late night talks."

Irep's eyes lit up. "We can do them more often, if you'd like!"

"Hm, maybe. I just have some.. personal feelings to work through before I'm ready for us to see each other regularly again."

"..Yeah. I get that. But until then, I'll be here when you are ready."

"Hah, yeah.. it's getting late. Or I guess I should say, early. The kid will be up in a few hours and I gotta go be a parent.. but before I go.." Peri stood in front of Irep and held his hand out to him. He took Peri's hand, and he pulled Irep up, close to his chest.

"Oh and hey.. didn't get a chance to tell you this, but I love you too. I don't wanna give up on us yet, I just need.."

"Time?"

"Yeah. But before I go, I want to give you something." And before Irep could answer, Peri pressed his lips against his, then broke away from him and put his head on Irep's chest.

"You know, your eyes do a sparkly thing too when I kiss you but I don't have any other purple shiny things to compare them to."

"Hah.. you're a goof. But look at you being all romantic. And you called me mushy!"

"Shhhh." Peri pulled out of the embrace. "Anyways.. I'm going to spend the next few hours scrolling through my phone. Uh.. I'll try to text you when my brain isn't acting stupid."

Irep smiled. "Of course. Take your time, don't push yourself, and again.. I love you."

Peri smiled back. "I love you too." And with that, he lifted his wand and poofed back home.

He flopped down in bed, immediately poofing back into his pajamas and pulling up his phone. He was compelled to look back at old photos of the two before he went back to scrolling mindlessly on social media.

God he wish he could figure his shit out quicker, but like Irep said, he needs to learn to be patient. So maybe this is a good test for him.

[emkayewrites]

Another behind-the-scenes-on-Bridgerton-Season-3 moment from my Lukola fanfic....

(Excerpt taken from my fanfiction 'Curtain Fall')

Before she could respond, there was a frantic knocking at her door.

“Duty calls?” Ezra asked.

“Something like that.” Nicola replied. “I’ll speak to you later.” 

She hung up and pocketed her phone into her jeans, moving to open the door. 

She knew with some certainty that Luke would be the one stood outside.  If he had not come to visit her, she would likely be making the trip across the field to him.

In the last few weeks, they had become somewhat inseparable. If they were not due to film a scene together, they still found a way to see each other for a meal, a walk or just to decompress in one of their trailers.  This routine had started initially to manage their nerves about their scenes.  It was a relief to be able to talk every day just to practice and build trust.  As time had passed, they were both realizing they were getting a lot more from each other than just rehearsal time.  Nicola found herself looking forward to seeing him and being at the receiving end of his dry wit.  In her experience, there were few people in life that you could have such effortless banter with.  Meanwhile, Luke was open with her about being introverted and needing to sit in a semi-dark room with no human contact after a long day on set.  The running joke was that Nicola no longer counted as human, not after the many nights they had sat in his darkened trailer, eating dinner out of takeaway boxes in relative silence.  All in all, there was a comfortable rhythm to their relationship – so much so that even on a day off like today when most cast members were catching up with family and friends, Nicola had been hoping Luke would want to while away some of the hours together.  She had resisted reaching out to him though, feeling conscious he might be taking the opportunity to catch up with his parents or Jade.

Sure enough, it was Luke stood at her trailer door, dancing impatiently on the muddy grass as sheets of rain washed over the bright red umbrella he was holding up. 

“You can come in, that stays outside.”  Nicola pointed at the umbrella.

He immediately bolted inside, keeping the arm with the umbrella extended outside the tailer door.

“How do we bring it in?” He looked at her expectantly.  Nicola let out a snort of laughter in response.

“We don’t.”

“I’m not abandoning it out here, it won’t survive and it’s not mine to destroy.  I borrowed it from Kraft services.  Haven’t you got a tea towel or something?” He urged.

“Nothing big enough to absorb that.” Nicola shrugged, returning to her place on the couch.  “I’ve had enough lectures about these vinyl floors to know better.  Besides, the umbrella won’t get damaged.”

A crack of thunder erupted around them. 

“So is the rest of you planning on coming in or…” She asked, ignoring the sound of the escalating storm; pulling the blanket up over her shoulders again.

“Do you want a response to that, or can I just glare at you?” He shot her a look.

“Well, you can either stand there holding an electricity conductor and glare at me, or you could come in here where it’s safe.” Nicola quipped; one eyebrow raised.

“Oh, fuck. Good point.” He immediately dropped the umbrella with a clatter and pulled his arm inside, slamming the door behind him as he did.

Nicola did her best to hide her amusement.

“You’re the worst.” He said with the twinges of a smile around the corners of his mouth.

He unzipped his raincoat, revealing a thick script pressed against his stomach, protected from the rain. “Bought over today’s pages, thought it might be a good opportunity to go over the scenes.”

He pulled his coat off and took a seat beside her.  As he rifled through the script, she found herself absentmindedly sharing her blanket with him, pulling it across his back. 

“I keep thinking about when Penelope and the audience see him at the garden party, the cameras on him and he’s meant to just look handsome and interesting.”  Luke laughed disbelievingly, looking down at the page.  “Talk about a tall order.”

Nicola leaned over, looking at the notes with a frown.  “You’re overthinking it now.  A lot of that is going to be the hair, the make-up, the lighting, camera angles – it’s not all on you to convey that.”

“Yeah, maybe.” He looked unconvinced.  “It’s delivering the sexy smoulder in the close-up that I’m really overthinking.”

The show was famous for the way it framed its romantic heroes in a way that exuded romance, sexiness and intrigue usually all in one tight close-up shot of the face.  Nicola had to admit that the amount of face acting they had to do on Bridgerton was on par with stage plays and pantomime with the exception being that here, the shot was redone over, and over, and over.  It was no easy feat.

“I had a nightmare last night.  I’m doing the shot and Tricia keeps telling me my sexy face attempt looks constipated.  I keep messing it up and I give myself constipation from the stress.  They have to shut down production for the day and it’s on immortalized forever in the notes for the dailies: Luke Newton fit of constipation shuts down set and costs production ten million pounds.” 

“Ten million pounds? Think a lot of yourself, don’t you?” Nicola remarked with a smirk.  He gives in and laughs.

“But hey, your brains’ ability to do that – it’s a talent.  I wish I had dreams that vivid and hilarious.” She continued.

“It’s a curse.” He disagreed.

“Alright, look at me, look at me.” She insisted, tugging at the blanket to pull his shoulders closer to her.  He faced her and she realised just how close to each other they were.  They had become gradually desensitized to the level of intimacy required between them but every so often, in a moment off-set like this one, it still caught her off-guard.  They were practically nose-to-nose.  His eyes levelled with hers.

“Smoulder.” She invited.

A change came across his face.  The strain of stress around his eyes and mouth vanished, his features softened as he embodied Colin Bridgerton.  His eyes seem to bore into hers.

“Pen, it is good to see you.” His spoke with an affected tone.

“Is it?” Nicola responded with an English accent, looking down at her hands, playing the closed body language of Penelope Featherington.

“Truly. It has felt like I have been absent years instead of months.”

“Much has certainly changed in that time.” She was stoic.

“A good deal, I know.” Luke patted at his shirt with some boastful pride, a smile spreading across his lips. “But it was all the rage in Paris.”

Nicola could not help but to laugh.  “Sorry, I’m breaking character. He’s such an arse.”

“It’s alright, I was about to break anyway.” He sighed, rubbing a forefinger against his temple. “So, smoulder rating?”

“If 0 is vomit-inducing Hugh Heffner and 10 is Jason Mamoa as Aquaman, you’re a solid 9 as Season 3 Colin Bridgerton.”  She assured.

“Alright, well that’s… I would have believed you if you’d played it cool and given me a 4 but that’s – it’s outrageous.” He shook his head at her, smiling.

“Deal with it.  Hand on my granny Nelly’s bible, it’s a 9.”

“Don’t blaspheme, I’m not worth it.” He rolled his eyes at her, turning his concentration back to the script.

Just then, another roll of thunder cracked overhead.

Luke leaned back on the sofa, holding the script up in front of his face. “Alright, well you better order some food, I’m not leaving until either that outside stops or I feel sexy.”

“Oh, so I guess we’re dying here then.” Nicola stated matter-of-factly.

[smilingformoney]

Icebreaker | Alexander Dane/Reader

II. A Dream Come True

Summary: You're supposed to be at GalaxyCon, so why does it look like you're on set? And why is Alexander Dane acting so nice?

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You came to in an unfamiliar bed. You thought first that you might be in a hospital, but when you blearily sat up and looked around, it wasn’t like any hospital room you’d ever seen.

You swung your feet off the bed, only for the soles of your feet to be met with something moist and squelchy - and when you looked down to see what it was, you saw that the floor of the room appeared to be a mixture of water and sand, like the wet sand at the edge of a beach.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

Your head shot up and, sure enough, Alexander Dane was standing in the doorway, still in his costume.

“Where am I?” you asked immediately.

Alexander glanced around the room.

“I’m surprised you don’t recognise it. I thought you were a fan of the show?”

“The show? What do you —”

You glanced around the room. You spotted the window, and then you remembered a scene from Galaxy Quest involving Lazarus looking out the window from his quarters.

“Wait, why are we on set?”

“We’re… not exactly on set,” Alexander said vaguely.

Not on set, but in Lazarus’ room? What was he talking about?

Alexander sighed and sat next to you on the edge of the bed. How many fanfiction scenes had you written involving ‘you’ and Lazarus sitting here, exactly like this? The only difference being that your stories always involved some kind of sexual tension, but the only attraction here was completely one-sided from you - right?

“We are in an exact replica of the Protector,” Alexander said carefully, as if he had to be cautious about what he said to you. “The rooms, hallways, all of it - a perfect replica.”

You snorted. “What, some fan got more time and money than sense? The ship is meant to be huge, where on earth would someone keep it? And I’m still not sure how I got here.”

Alexander hesitated, trying to decide how to explain the situation to you without sounding completely insane.

“Well… it’s also a functioning replica.”

“So… it flies? Are we in the air right now?”

“Yes, it flies. But no, we’re not in the air. We’re… in the vacuum of space.”

You stared at him blankly.

Was he joking? He was completely straight faced, his brow furrowed with that adorable little crease between his eyebrows. And when had Alexander Dane ever told a joke?

“I’m surprised you’d be in on a practical joke, Alex. Did someone pay you? Is Ashton Kutcher about to show up?”

“It’s not a joke, [Y/n], I’m serious. We’re in space.”

You studied his face carefully, looking for any sign that he was joking, but there was none. You knew he was a good actor, but this was something else. This felt real, as if he really believed you were in space.

“Alex, we can’t be in space. People don’t just go to space - especially not without knowing. Do you really expect me to believe that I got here from the hotel corridor without realising?”

“You remember Jane approaching us, right? She teleported us to the ship.”

You scoffed.

“It’s true! We teleported, but you fainted. They said it happens sometimes when people teleport long range and they insisted you recover here, in the Mak’Tar terrain.” Alexander sighed. “God, I know it sounds insane. But you have to believe me, [Y/n].”

“Prove it, then.”

“Alright.”

Alexander stood and offered his hand to you. You let him help you up, and together you squelched across the wet sand to the window, which appeared to look out across the vast cosmos of space.

“You see?”

“Well, it’s beautiful, Alex, but that could easily be fake.”

You looked up and down, left and right, as far as you could. It certainly seemed to stretch in all directions, and your stomach did a nervous flip, as if it believed you were in space. And if you were to be in space, this was exactly what you’d expect to see. You saw the sides of the ship, and you could certainly believe you were in a replica of the Protector, because building such a thing is exactly the kind of insane thing fans would do, but asking you to believe that it was also a fully functioning spaceship was a step too far.

You looked up at Alexander, who glanced away suddenly, as if you’d caught him staring. But that was ridiculous, why would he be staring at you?

“Alex, come on. We’re obviously in some kind of simulator. It’s a really good one, granted, but —”

You were interrupted by the sound of an alarm blaring. You winced at the sudden sound, and a voice over a tannoy announced:

WARNING. UNAUTHORISED PRESENCE APPROACHING. PROTECTOR CREW TO BRIDGE.

“See?” you said. “Simulator.”

Alexander sighed. Clearly, he had to do something to convince you that what was happening was real, but that would have to wait for now.

“Come on, let’s go.”

He hurried you out of the room, and you had to hurry to keep up with his long strides as you made your way down the corridor.

“What would convince you you were really in space?” Alexander asked you.

You thought for a moment. What really couldn’t be faked?

“Something impossible.”

“Would a shape-shifting alien do?”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“Excellent. We’ve got a lot of those.”

You entered the bridge to find the rest of the crew, also in their costumes, hurrying to their stations. Alexander pulled Jane Doe aside.

“Laliari, I need you to change form.”

“What? Why?” asked Fred, who was glued to her side as he always was. “Is this really the time? We got a bit of a crisis going on here.”

“I know, and [Y/n] needs to take it seriously, but she doesn’t believe me.”

“Okay!” Jane agreed with her ever present strange smile, and you let out a small scream of surprise when, before your very eyes, she transformed from an odd-looking human to… some kind of tentacle alien thing.

You reached out and prodded the tentacle alien thing. It felt real enough, and when you prodded it it made a sound that was almost like a giggle.

“You are tickling me!” Jane said from wherever her mouth was. “May I take human form again?”

“Yes, yes,” said Alexander hurriedly.

You watched, mouth agape, as Jane transformed back into a human. Even her clothes re-appeared.

“Do you believe me now?” Alexander asked.

You were still staring at Jane.

“…Uh-huh,” you mumbled.

“Alright, good. Come on, let’s go.”

Jane turned around to attend to her station, and Alexander grabbed you by the arm to drag you to his.

“Go where? I don’t have anywhere - I’m not part of the crew. I mean, Bethany’s not part of the crew. Or are you going to tell me I’m really Bethany and [Y/n] was the character all along?”

“What? No, that’s absurd. I’ll explain everything later. Just - stay with me.”

Alexander - Lazarus? - sat down at his station, but it only had one seat, so you stood behind him, one had on the back of his seat to steady yourself.

It certainly felt like you were in the middle of a real scene from the show… except the characters were a little off. It was as if they’d forgotten how to act. Taggart wasn’t as smart as Taggart; he seemed to be winging it as much as Jason Nesmith. And Laredo wasn’t piloting with his usual confidence; Tommy Webber’s insecurity seemed obvious. And the man you stood next to was definitely Alexander Dane, not Dr Lazarus.

What was happening?

Jason opened a link to talk to the other ship, but he was met with no response. Instead, the ship simply opened fire, and suddenly you were thrown across the room as Tommy tried to navigate and Guy returned fire.

Suddenly, it all felt very real. If Jane transforming hadn’t convinced you, this certainly did. You’d experienced a fake attack on the ship during filming, and not only did it feel very, very different, but it also felt much, much safer. You were being tossed about quite dangerously, and when Tommy suddenly turned the ship on its side to avoid a blast, while everyone else stayed strapped into their seats, you with your lack of seat found yourself sliding across the floor, stopped from smashing your head against something only by grabbing onto a railing and dangling in the air as the ship turned completely 90 degrees.

“Tommy, straighten up, I can’t aim like this!” Guy yelled.

“Dude, I’m trying! This thing’s clunky as hell!”

“I agree with Guy!” you wailed from your precarious position dangling from the rail. “I’d really like to not fall right now!”

Alexander turned in his seat when he heard your voice, and he swore loudly when he saw you.

He turned his chair to face you, and though he remained strapped firmly in place, he did his best to reach his arm out towards you.

“[Y/n], here!”

You stretched your arm out towards him as far as you could, but the best you could manage was a vague brushing of your fingertips.

“I can’t reach!”

”I got it!” Tommy called from the other side of the room.

You waited for the ship to right itself, but instead it turned further, threatening to turn upside down.

“I don’t got it!” Tommy corrected himself.

An idea came to you very suddenly.

“Turn the gravity off!” you shouted. “You’re all strapped down but I’ll float!”

“[Y/n] —” Alexander began to protest, but you cut across him.

“You wanna prove we’re in space? Turn off the gravity!”

Alexander looked reluctant, but he seemed to realise you were right. Right now, you were ready to fall because the gravity was moving in the wrong direction. It wasn’t right itself, so — it had to be eliminated.

“Gwen, turn the gravity off!”

“Computer, turn the gravity off!” Gwen told the computer.

“ urning gravity off,” the computer replied.

You had never felt anything like it. You hadn’t spent that much of your life contemplating what no gravity felt like, but it certainly wasn’t this. You had spent every second of your existence subject to gravity, and so the moment it was taken away, your brain had no idea what to do. It had suddenly lost all sense of up and down, left and right - reality itself seemed warped. The closest sensation you could possibly liken it to was the in-between state of your brain being pulled from a deep sleep, confused between the lines of dream and reality.

“[Y/n]!” Alexander called, pulling you out of your stupor.

You pushed against the railing as you let go of it, and although you gave yourself the smallest push, you barrelled into Alexander with some considerable force.

He caught you in his arms, and the feeling of his grip fighting against no other force was strange but comforting. In the absence of gravity, the one constant force that had always pinned you to reality, all you had to stop yourself from floating away was Alexander Dane’s arms.

“Gwen, turn the gravity back on!” Alexander shouted.

“Computer, turn the gravity back on!”

“Turning gravity on.”

You felt the entire weight of your body returning, and you landed inelegantly on Alexander’s lap, splayed across his knees as if he was about to give you ten smacks for talking back.

You were too preoccupied with the churning in your stomach, though, to worry about the precocious position you’d landed in. Alexander picked you up with surprising strength and sat you on his lap as he turned back towards the window.

“Just hold tight to me,” he said firmly, and you obeyed immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck to anchor yourself.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” you complained.

“Just aim it at Jason, not me.”

Guy let out a whoop as he hit a sweet spot on the other ship, causing its engine to blow up.

“Yeah, take that, you bastards!” he hollered. “Did you guys see that hit? Talk about bullseye!”

“Yes, got it on your fiftieth try!” Alexander replied dryly.

“Tommy, get us out of here,” Jason said as he sat back in his seat with relief. “I need a drink.”

The turbulence finally over, you breathed a sigh of relief. You didn’t even realise you were still clutching onto Alexander until he went to remove the belt that strapped him into his seat, and you let him go, glad to finally stand up on your own two feet.

You immediately left the bridge, desperate to find somewhere to sit down and process everything. You were in space, actual space, on a fully functioning replica of the Protector, with the cast of Galaxy Quest who were definitely still actors but in their costumes and filling the same roles as their characters. The ship was inhabited by aliens who looked like tentacle monsters but could change shape to appear human, and Jane Doe was one of them. If you hadn’t seen him without his cap, you might have wondered if Alexander was really an alien too.

You instinctively returned to Lazarus’ room, as if returning to your start point could send you back home, but when you sat down on the bed, nothing happened. You buried your head in your hands, trying your best to block everything out to give your mind and body a chance to catch up.

A few moments later, Alexander entered the room. You looked up at him.

“Alex… what the fuck is going on?”

He explained everything to you: the alien race that had seen Galaxy Quest and thought it real, who had based so much of their society from what they thought was a documentary, even going so far as to create a replica of the Protector. Finding themselves in a predicament that would be perfectly placed in the show, they went looking for the crew on Earth, and the actors had found themselves very suddenly playing their TV roles.

“I’m sorry, I should have explained it to you as soon as you woke up,” Alexander said.

You shook your head. You ran your palm over your face, then leant backwards to lie flat against the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“I’d never have believed you. I needed to experience it for myself. God - this is insane. How many other TV shows are real? Is there a coven of witches in San Francisco? Is there really a portal to Hell in Southern California? Is Alan Partridge real and Steve Coogan the character?”

You heard Alexander chuckle. He leant back to lie side-by-side with you, also craving the simple sight of the ceiling.

“I know Steve Coogan’s real, I’ve met him enough times. And I’m pretty sure witches aren’t real. As for a portal to Hell in California - that I can’t be too sure of, because it certainly feels that way during the height of summer.”

You both laughed, and for a few moments you almost forgot about the bizarre situation you were in. You settled into a comfortable silence together, both laying side-by-side, trying to absorb the strange day you were having.

“Alex?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I, um - can I hold your hand? I just really need some real, physical, human contact right now. Remind myself I’m not losing my marbles, y’know?”

“Of course.”

You felt his fingers reaching out for yours, and you slipped your hand into his. You closed your eyes, focusing on feeling gravity again, and feeling grounded by Alexander’s touch.

“Alex, do you moisturise?”

“…What?”

“Your hands are always really soft. I noticed it before during filming.”

You heard him chuckle. “Yes, I do. Is there something wrong with that?”

“Course not. It’s nice. Feels… nice.”

“I’m glad my hands are to your satisfaction.”

You giggled, then turned your head to look at him, only to find he was already looking at you. There was something intense yet almost uncertain about the way his eyes were boring into you, making you feel completely exposed.

“I’m afraid I don’t moisturise my lips so much,” he added.

“Oh, er… that’s alright, I guess. They don’t look dry.”

“I just thought I’d warn you, in case you expect my lips to be as soft as my hands. So you won’t be surprised at how dry they are when I kiss you.”

You blushed.

“You’re - you’re going to kiss me?”

“Yes.”

“When?” you asked, wondering if you were to be invited back to the show and your characters were to kiss.

“In a few seconds’ time, if that’s alright with you.”

Your stomach suddenly felt as if it were weightless again.

“Y - yes, that would be fine with me,” you managed to stammer out.

Alexander smiled, and the cupid’s bow you’d always thought looked so kissable looked even more kissable in person.

Well, it turned out, his lips were soft enough as they were. He kissed you with surprising uncertainty, then when you parted your lips slightly, it seemed to encourage him because he began kissing you with more fervour, the hand that wasn’t in yours reaching over to cup your cheek.

You reached up to run your fingers through his hair, then stopped when you were met with the fake gills of his cap, and your lips separated as you both laughed.

“I forgot we had these stupid things on,” you giggled. “I don’t suppose we can take them off?”

“Not if Lena’s glue has anything to say about it. Why, don’t you like it? I thought you’d enjoy kissing Dr Lazarus.”

Alexander smirked, and you batted his chest playfully.

“Shush. I’d prefer to kiss Alex Dane, if that’s alright.”

“Until we get back to Earth and find Lena, there’s nothing we can do, so you’ll have to settle for Alex Dane in costume.”

“I think I can accept that.”

“Good, because there’s an adorable little freckle on your earlobe I’ve been dying to kiss.”

He lowered his head to peck a kiss against your ear, and you giggled as his breath tickled your inner ear.

“If we’re kissing cute freckles, can I kiss the one on your neck?”

Alexander raised his head to look at you with a frown. “How do you know about that one? It’s always hidden under collars.”

“You got your kit off in Storm’s Retreat, remember?”

“…I did, yes. Bloody hell, I forgot about that one. Go on, then, I won’t say no to a neck kiss.”

Eagerly, you pulled down the zip of his costume, letting the collar fall away to reveal the neckline of the vest he wore underneath and… the little freckle at the base of his neck. You lifted your head to kiss it, and when you heard Alexander hum with approval, you nibbled at it slightly too.

“Oh, you’re a biter, are you?” he said with amusement. “I should have known. Well, two can play at that game.”

Alexander grazed his teeth against your ear, and you found yourselves playfighting, both trying to nibble the other’s skin first. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head as he pushed you onto your back and climbed on top of you, grinning with victory.

“God, you look good like this. I wonder if there are any handcuffs on this ship…?”

“Don’t you dare!” you protested.

“Oh, I’ll dare. I want to see what you look like at my mercy.”

His eyes flashed dangerously, and you felt it between your legs.

“Alex…”

“Hm?” Alexander responded, his hands gently tracing your skin as he admired the view of you at his mercy underneath him.

“Not that this isn’t my every dream come true, but… you’ve been nothing but a jackass to me since we met. Why are you suddenly pinning me to the bed and kissing me? Again, really not complaining. Just… confused.”

The danger in Alexander’s eyes dimmed slightly, and he almost looked abashed.

“[Y/n]… I’ve fancied you since we met. But I have a strict rule about fans, so I tried to push you away. I suppose I was overcompensating.”

“What changed?”

“Being in real danger makes you realise things. Things like, I actually quite like that woman and I’d prefer it if she didn’t fall and die before I get a chance to kiss her.”

The hand that was exploring your body paused, and Alexander looked as if he were a young boy who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“[Y/n], before we… do whatever we might do next… I have to tell you something. That first night, when we went to karaoke. Do you really not remember anything about coming to my house?”

“No, just the bar, then waking up. Why, do you remember something?”

“No, but… I checked my security cameras after you left. We came back wasted and I stuck my hand down your trousers.”

“No!” you gasped, a hand flying to your mouth. “Surely I’d remember that!”

“Well, you were very drunk, because you passed out about thirty seconds later. I carried you to my bed then passed out on the sofa myself. Then… about an hour later, we both woke up, and started snogging. That was how your bra ended up on the sofa. We apparently decided not to do anything else, because you went back to bed and I went back to the sofa.”

“Oh, that’s how my bra got there! That’s been haunting me for months. So that’s why you started being a jackass, because you thought if you were nice I’d try to snog you again?”

“More like I was worried I’d try to snog you. That is why I didn’t tell you, though, because I didn’t want either of us to try it again. But now I would very much like to try it again, so… may I kiss you again?”

“Alex, you have a free pass to kiss me absolutely any time you like.”

“Don’t make promises you don’t mean,” Alexander said in a low voice, his eyes electric again, looking you up and down hungrily. “I’d like to kiss every inch of your body. But your lips - your lips are especially enticing.”

You knew you should be revelling in the fact that literally all your fangirl dreams were coming true, but you were far more interested in being with Alex at all - you realised you didn’t care that you were both in costume, in a perfect replica of Lazarus’ quarters. You didn’t even care that you were literally in space.

You just wanted the man behind the costume.

He, apparently, was thinking something similar.

“Get this bloody thing off,” Alexander growled, tugging at the zip to your costume. “If we have to keep the caps on, we can at least get rid of the uniform.”

“I think you just want an excuse to get me naked,” you teased as you pulled the zip down, and to Alexander’s disappointment, you had a vest on underneath.

“Do I need an excuse? Or would you do it if I asked nicely?”

“I’d do it if you asked unnicely.”

Alexander stood up to give you room to get out of your costume, and you watched with hungry eyes as he unzipped his costume too, laughing at your choice of words.

“Unnicely? I’m quite sure that’s not a word.”

“I’m an actor, not a writer! Anyway, Shakespeare made up words all the time, so maybe I’m onto something.”

“Yes, and one of those words was undress, so maybe you’d better hurry up and do as the Bard says.”

“I’m trying!” you protested, struggling to pull off your boots. Matters weren’t made any easier when Alexander kicked his own off with ease to allow himself to pull his jumpsuit off completely, leaving you with a direct close-up view of his boxers, and the prominent bulge beneath them.

Alexander scoffed at you, then yanked your boots off your feet, followed by your jumpsuit, leaving each of you in nothing but underwear and a vest.

God, he was magnificent. He had a slight belly, the remnants of one too many beers of an evening, and beneath his boxers you could see his already large bulge was getting larger.

“Your boxers are getting a bit tight,” you said teasingly. “Maybe you should take them off.”

Alexander’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Oh, hoping for the full experience, are we?”

You blushed. “Oh, well… I mean, if you want. If you just want to make out, that’s fine…”

Alexander grinned.

“Oh, trust me. I most certainly do want .”

He reached back and pulled his vest off, standing before you in almost his full glory. You quickly followed suit, discarding your vest somewhere on the floor, and with a hungry groan, Alexander crawled back on top of you, kissing whichever part of your skin he could get at as he moved. He paused when he reached your breasts, which were embarrassingly in your least sexy bra, because you’d dressed for attending a convention, not for getting laid, but Alexander didn’t seem to mind. He pressed his face against the skin that poked out from the edge of the bra, sighing with pleasure as if the touch of your breast was the most exquisite feeling in the world.

You felt his hand reaching for your back, so you curved your spine to allow him access to your bra strap, and with a few expert movements Alexander tugged your bra off and discarded it with the rest of your clothes.

“Did you know Shakespeare also invented the word majestic?” Alexander said breathily as he took your breasts in his hands, massaging them, pinching your nipples between his fingers. “A word made for these, I’m sure.”

You giggled. “Are you going to start reciting Shakespeare at my boobs, Alex?”

He looked up at you and grinned mischievously, then drew his attention back to your chest.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate,” he whispered against your skin, his attention fully on your breasts and not on you.

You laughed, although a tingle of desire flushed through you at hearing his voice so perfectly made for Shakespeare.

Alexander kissed his way up to your collarbone, then murmured against your neck, “Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer’s lease hath all too short a date.”

He sucked on the flesh of your neck, seemingly determined to leave a mark. You whined, and you heard him chuckle against your skin on hearing your reaction. He sucked the same spot again, then traced kisses down your jaw until his lips were pressed against your ear.

“Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines and often is his gold complexion dimm’d… and every fair from fair sometime declines, by chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d.”

You whined again, the sound of his soft whispers against your ear driving you wild, and you felt an ache between your legs begging to be filled by him.

Alexander fumbled with his boxers, pushing them down his legs to shake them off his ankle, not wanting to move away from you for a second.

“But thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou owest…”

His fingers slid between your legs, and he smirked when he found you soaking wet, the fabric of your panties moving aside for him almost too easily. He slipped his length up and down your folds, soaking himself in your arousal, and you had to resist taking hold of him and impaling yourself on him.

“Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou growest…”

Alexander kissed you, and as your lips parted for him, so did your entrance, and you felt him slip inside, pushing your walls apart easily as he settled inside you.

“So long as men can breathe or eyes can see… so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

He finished with a firm thrust, hitting himself inside you completely. He closed his eyes as he did so and let out a groan, savouring the feeling of being buried inside you.

“Sonnet… eighteen…” he panted, as if you didn’t know it.

You almost wanted to cry. It was so perfect, so sweet and loving… so unlike what you might expect from Alexander Dane, but you suspected you were seeing a side to him he shared with no one.

“Alex…”

His eyes fluttered open, and he looked down at you, his eyes heavy with desire.

“I need you.”

He smiled, withdrew almost completely, then thrust inside you with a surprising fierceness, contrasting with the gentle way in which he’d penetrated you.

“Do you want to know another word Shakespeare invented?” Alexander purred. “Hot-blooded.”

You cried out in surprise as he began thrusting into you, his movements hard and desperate, any pretence at being gentle thrown aside with your clothes. He dove back into the crook of your neck, determined to create more marks with each thrust. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him close, your fingernails digging into his back. He seemed to like that, because he bit down harder on your neck, and when you moved your hand to grab onto the back of his neck, he took your earlobe between his teeth and tugged.

“Mhm , you feel so fucking good,” he grunted, his deep growls by your ear making you want him more and more. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him in tighter, and he responded by speeding up his thrusts.

Over his shoulder, you could see his arse moving with each thrust, and you thought of a Shakespeare quote of your own.

“Your bum is the greatest thing about you.”

Alexander faltered in his movements as he laughed.

“Measure for Measure. Very clever. Thou art wise as thou art beautiful.”

“Give me my sin again, Alex.”

“Oh, most certainly.”

He began thrusting again, more passionately this time, less desperate; as if he wanted to revel in the feeling of you, more than just put his dick somewhere.

But you were thirsty, and you wanted more.

“Harder, Alex…”

“I don’t want to cum too soon,” he panted in reply. “It’s… been a while. I don’t - don’t think I can trust myself to hold on. Not when - not when you’re so - fucking - gorgeous.”

You groaned in frustration, then with surprising strength, rolled him onto his back. Alexander grunted in surprise, hardly having time to register what had just happened before you were sliding back onto him to ride him at your own pace.

“Fucking hell, [Y/n],” Alexander hissed.

You smirked.

“What? No clever Shakespeare quote?”

“Keep bouncing like that and - mhm - you’ll fuck it all out of me. God, you look amazing like this. Use me, [Y/n], take all the pleasure you can… touch yourself, I want to see you cum like this…”

You gladly obeyed, pressing your fingers against your clit in the way you knew you liked, and Alexander groaned hungrily as he watched you, the pleasure building inside both of you with each movement, any clever words you might have had gone and replaced only with your desperate cries.

You took one of Alexander’s hands and guided it to your breast. He squeezed, and with a cry of your name, you felt his body shuddering beneath you as he came, the feel and sight and sound of you on top of him too much for him to hold back anymore.

You slowed down your movements, and after a few breaths of recovery, Alexander rolled you onto your back, pulled out of you and retreated down your body to bury his face between your legs.

His fingers slid inside you, pumping furiously while his tongue lapped at your sweet spot, and now you understood what he meant about wanting to savour the sensation before losing control, because you hardly had a chance to appreciate his skill before you were cumming on his face, and he lapped up your juices gladly, continuing to work his fingers and tongue on you until the aftershocks of your orgasm had subsided, and only when he was satisfied you were finished did his unstick himself from you, his lips glistening with your juices as he did so.

“Where the pleasant fountains lie, indeed,” he said, wiping his face on the back of his hand. “You could have told me you were a squirter before I put my face down there.”

“And ruin the fun?” you teased.

Alexander chuckled, kissed your inner thigh, then sat up and looked around with a frown.

“Is there no bathroom here? Surely Lazarus would have an en-suite.”

You pushed yourself onto your elbows, looked around and laughed.

“Maybe he ought to take it up with the captain.”

“I’ll certainly be taking it up with the set designers.” Alexander climbed off the bed and offered his hand to you to help you up. “Come on - let’s find a bathroom in this place. If we go to Leilani’s party smelling like sex, I guarantee I won’t hear the end of it.”

You tried your best to act natural around Alexander during the strangest birthday party you’d ever been to, but it was difficult when every time you glanced at him, he was staring right at you. Your eyes would catch, he would smirk, and you’d look away with a blush.

You managed to survive the trip back to Earth without fainting this time, and the cast dispersed to their respective rooms. You tried to get your key in the door, but you’d discovered something very strong and very delicious on the ship, and your vision wasn’t exactly at its peak.

Alexander suddenly appeared at your side, opened your door for you, then followed you inside with a hungry grin, scooping you up in his arms the moment the door was closed.

“Oof! Alex, don’t, I’ll be sick!” you protested.

“Don’t worry, I’m just taking you to bed.”

He carried you across the room and plopped you on the bed, his hands immediately exploring your body the moment they were free.

“I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you again all night. We should never have gone to the party.”

He kissed you sloppily, and his breath smelled like the sweet drinks you’d been drinking all night.

“Alex… m’drunk,” you mumbled as his wet kisses moved to your neck. “An’ you’re drunk too.”

“I am… absolutely wasted,” Alexander admitted. He paused his movements, then rolled himself onto his back with a grunt. He closed his eyes to stop the world from spinning around him.

“Oh my god, we’re gonna have to sleep with these stupid things on,” you realised when you noticed he was still wearing his cap. “Lena’s gonna kill us if we mess them up.”

Alexander snorted derisively. “If hyperspeed travel through space doesn’t mess it up, I doubt sleep will.” His eyes still closed, he put his arm out to her. “C’mon, let’s sleep.”

“M’not sleeping in this,” you said, gesturing to your uniform. You unzipped it and stood to take it off, and let out a yelp of surprise when Alexander’s hand slapped your now exposed arse.

“Gimme that booty,” he said, and you laughed. He was significantly less loquacious, apparently, when he was drunk.

“Only if you gimme yours,” you replied, looking over your shoulder to see he was still fully dressed. He grinned.

“Deal.”

Even though you were drunker than you’d been in a long time, you just about managed to stumble to the minifridge to down a bottle of water. You brought one back for Alexander, but he was already fast asleep, snoring loudly. You left the bottle of water on the bedside table for him, then climbed in next to him and promptly fell asleep.

When you woke up the next morning, thanks to your water trick, your hangover wasn’t as bad as it could have been. You rolled over, hoping to find Alexander next to you, only to find the rest of the bed empty.

You opened your eyes groggily, wincing against the sunlight seeping past the curtains, praying last night hadn’t been a dream.

You slowly sat up, trying not to disturb your churning stomach — and then you heard the distinct sound of vomiting from within the en-suite bathroom.

“Alex?” you called out, your voice hoarse.

He responded with a groan.

You plodded over to the minifridge for another water.

So it had been real. You really had been whisked off to space, you’d really slept with Alexander Dane before getting drunk at an alien’s birthday party - and you’d really slept with Alexander on your return to Earth.

Now he was throwing up in your hotel room’s en-suite.

You glanced at the clock and your heart skipped a beat.

“Alex, the first panel’s in ten minutes!”

“Fuhhem,” Alexander replied.

You poked your head around the bathroom door to find him stood at the sink, one hand holding himself steady while the other washed vomit from his face. He was still in his vest and boxers — and he was still wearing his head cap.

He looked at you through the mirror, and one glance was all you needed to know he wasn’t going to be in any shape to sit at a panel.

“Ruin that cap and Lena’ll kill you.”

Alexander scoffed. “It’s been through worse.”

He didn’t just look rough, but he sounded it too. His voice was hoarse and sounded as if he were trying to sound like sandpaper if it could speak.

“You want me to tell them you’re not coming?”

Alexander nodded groggily.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, his eyes already drooping sleepily. “Not the sexiest look right now.”

You rolled your eyes, then went to find your discarded costume. You definitely felt rough yourself, but you were in much better shape than him, and you knew a black coffee and a bacon sandwich was exactly what you needed to feel right as rain again.

“You can stay here if you want,” you said to him as you got dressed. “So long as you don’t raid the minibar, the agency’ll kill me.”

“Don’t say the word bar to me ever again,” Alexander grumbled as he plodded out of the bathroom and fished his costume from the floor to clumsily put it back on. “I’m going back to my room for a nice long nap, then I’m going home. I’m never doing this again.”

“I’ve sworn I’ll never drink again a million times, I always end up doing it.”

“No, not drinking, of course I’ll drink again. I mean this .” He gestured around the room. “That’s two conventions in a row now that have led to being abducted by aliens. I’m too old for this shit.”

His uniform was only half-zipped up when the zip caught. He tried to tug it, but it resisted, so he sighed and gave up. He was only going to take it off again in a minute anyway.

He looked up at you, looking put-together and just about ready to walk on set, and not at all as if you’d drunk just as much as he had.

“You don’t have to go down there either, you know,” he said suggestively, looking you up and down as he snuck an arm around your waist. “We could stay here and fuck all day.”

You blushed.

“I would like that… but this is my first con. You’re a grumpy old actor, you can get away with it. I can’t. Besides, I don’t think you’re in any condition to fuck right now, do you?”

“Hmm, I suppose not,” Alexander conceded. “But I still want to see you again. Would you give me your number?”

Even after everything, you were still a little starstruck, and the fangirl inside you was ready to explode with excitement that Alexander Dane was asking for your number.

You put your acting skills to good use, and played it cool as you used the hotel stationary to write your mobile number down for him.

He gave your arse a quick squeeze then left with a flirtatious grin.

You took a moment to let yourself silently scream with excitement, then put on your game face and made your way downstairs for your fashionably late entrance to the morning panel. Throughout the day, although you engaged with the fans, one corner of your mind was always thinking about the night you’d spent in space with Alexander Dane.

By the time you finished for the day, Alexander was nowhere to be found, and Gwen discovered from the hotel receptionist that he’d checked out in the morning. You checked your phone, but he hadn’t text you to say goodbye.

You spent the next week checking your phone constantly, but still nothing. You knew he was alive, because you saw him on Jimmy Kimmel Live!, promoting the season finale of the show along with Gwen and Jason. He had to sit there, smiling politely, while Jason made the whole conversation about him and, occasionally, his relationship with Gwen.

“Well, how about that, folks? Love onscreen and off!” Jimmy said, and the audience cheered. Gwen and Jason looked at each other adoringly, in a way you’d never seen them look at each other in person, and Alexander rolled his eyes in a way you definitely had seen in person.

“And talking of onscreen romances,” Jimmy continued, “when are Lazarus and Bethany getting their happily ever after?! We need them together!”

The audience cheered - louder, this time.

“Well, I can’t comment on what the writers have planned,” Alexander replied. “But if they want her back, it’s [Y/n] [L/n] they’ll have to convince, not me. I don’t think she’d want to come back.”

“Yes, you do!” you protested, as if he could hear you. “You know I want to come back, you prat!”

“Well, we sure want her back, don’t we, everyone?” Jimmy said, and the audience cheered in encouragement.

The topic moved on to Peter Taggart’s character arc, and you turned the TV off in frustration. What on earth was Alexander doing, making it out as if you were hesitant to come back? He’d heard you say enough times over the weekend, onstage and off, that you’d love to come back. You wouldn’t have spent two days with that stupid cap on if you didn’t!

You glanced at your phone. He still hadn’t text you.

Well, whatever. Fuck him. You had better things to do than to mope over some guy. He might be your biggest celebrity crush and your theatrical icon, but he was still just some guy, and clearly not above making fake promises about seeing you again once he’d got his dick in you.

You didn’t need him.

But damn, you wanted him.

---

You saw Alexander Dane again a year later.

In that time, you’d been promoted from understudy to taking on the role of Johanna every night, and you were far too focused on nailing the high notes eight times a week to think about stupid actors who ask for your number with no intention of using it.

You had to stop visiting Galaxy Quest forums. It was too weird when you came up in discussions, especially when the fans you were talking to didn’t know you were you. It was especially weird when they talked about how hot you were. The final straw was when you came across fanfiction involving, not Lazarus and Bethany, but you and Alexander.

You deleted your account then.

Then one day, you got a call from your agent: would you like to come back for a short one-scene appearance on Galaxy Quest?

You considered saying no, but you didn’t want Alexander’s jackassery to affect your career, or the show, and if the writers thought Bethany needed to show up for a scene then you’d let it happen - despite what Alexander claimed. 

So you showed up at the studios and chatted amicably with Lena while she fitted the cap on your head. Fortunately, Alexander had been filming for hours, so you didn’t have to sit next to him awkwardly.

You went over your lines again. While the glue set, Lena took your script in her hands and read Alexander’s lines to test your memory of your own, but you spent more time giggling at her impression of his deep, baritone voice than actually reciting your lines.

You were called to set, and just like before, you had little time to prepare before you were thrown into the scene. The director ran you through your blocking a couple of times while you waited for Alexander to appear, and then… there he was.

You avoided looking at him until action was called.

Inside and around a wet cave on the shore of the land of a planet Lazarus had never heard of, several dozen Mak’Tar were bustling about, getting ready for the day. He stared about, aghast, marvelling at the sight of so many of his own kind, the kind he’d thought dead long ago.

“Excuse me,” he said to a passing man, “I’ve just arrived here. I was told to see your leader.”

The man smiled gladly. “Another survivor? Welcome, friend! Here, I’ll take you to her.”

The man led him to a woman who was by the shoreline, teaching a young child how to fish with his hands.

“Bethany! We have another survivor.”

Lazarus’ eyes widened in surprise at the sound of the familiar name, and sure enough, the woman he’d rescued from the alien zoo turned around.

She smiled.

“Hello, Lazarus. I hoped you’d find your way here some day.”

“I… got a little lost,” he admitted.

“We all did.”

Bethany stepped down from the rock she was standing on and took Lazarus’ hands in hers.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

There was a moment’s hesitation.

“Cut!”

You dropped Alexander’s hands, looking back at the director in surprise.

“Where the hell is the chemistry?” he demanded. “Last time you were here, the chemistry between you was off the charts. So much so the fans sent us a petition to bring you back, [Y/n]! But this, whatever it is, it’s not chemistry.”

“Right, sorry,” you said, a little embarrassed. “Where shall we start from?”

“Go back to the beginning. The whole thing needs to flow. [Y/n], at least try to pretend like you’re happy to see him, okay?”

You tried the scene six more times, but still the director wasn’t happy.

“I’m sorry, can we take a break, please?” you asked, the frustration in your chest only getting worse with each take. “Maybe I just need some air.”

The director sighed.

“Alright, fine. Ten minutes.”

You took a proffered coat from a PA and, after a quick trip to the loo, stepped outside - and sighed when you saw that Alexander was already there with a cigarette in his hand.

You hesitated, about to turn back inside, when he silently held the box out to you.

“…Thanks.”

You took a cigarette from the box, borrowed his lighter to light it, and leaned against the wall with a sigh.

“Is acting with me really that difficult?” Alexander said after a long puff.

“Apparently.”

“About as difficult as talking to me, I suppose.”

“Mmm.”

Alexander sighed in frustration.

“Can you at least try to be professional?”

“Dunno. Can you at least try to be a decent person?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You threw your cigarette on the ground and stomped it out in frustration.

“It means , Alexander, if you were just going to use and discard me, you could have been fucking honest. Asking for my number and not bothering to text me, not even to say you’re not interested? That is a major dick move, even for you.”

Alexander frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean, what am I talking about? I’m talking about you fucking me in fucking space, taking my number and talking about wanting to see me again, then completely blanking me!”

Alexander stubbed out his cigarette, reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out his phone. A few beeps later, he showed you the screen.

Text message To: [Y/n] [L/n] Hello its Alex

He showed you another.

Are you ok? Not heard from you.

And another.

Will wait for you to reply.

You stared, gaping.

“I thought you’d changed your mind, so I stopped,” Alexander said. “Are you saying you didn’t get any of my messages?”

“No! I thought you just never texted me!”

Alex sighed. “I knew I should have called. I was going to, but Guy kept telling me young people didn’t actually call each other anymore, it’s all text messages these days.”

“You probably put my number in wrong! It’s 555-1946.”

Alex tapped through his contacts to find you.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’ve got 555-7946. It’s your bloody handwriting!”

“Hey, don’t blame me! Who have you been texting then?”

“I don’t bloody know, do I? Whichever poor sod got these never replied. Again — I should have called. Then I’d have known - oh, for God’s sake. I’ve spent the last year pissed at you for ignoring me.”

“And I’ve spent the last year pissed at you!” you groaned in exasperation. “So are you - I mean, are you, you know - still interested? I mean, I’ve been dating, it’s not like I’ve been pining over you” - a lie - “but I’m single now. If… you are.”

Alexander snorted. “[Y/n], you are awful at flirting.”

“…Yeah.”

“Well, so am I. Can we agree to skip that part and go straight to snogging?”

“God, yes.”

Your lips collided as the two of you fell into an embrace - as best you could with the bulky coats you were wearing. Alexander grabbed you by the waist and spun you around to pin you against the wall, hands sliding underneath your coat to grab at your curves. While one hand caressed your body, the other snuck up to your neck to hold your head firmly against his, only for the two of you to break the kiss and burst into laughter when you realised that, once again, you had the stupid caps on.

“Christ, I can’t wait to be rid of this thing,” Alexander muttered. “Two more days, then I’m free of it.”

“What do you mean?”

He hesitated, then said, “It’s my last day on Friday. I’m quitting the show.”

“What?!”

“Shh, keep your voice down!” Alexander said, glancing around as if there might be someone spying on you in the empty backlot. “They’re announcing it on Saturday, once I’m done with filming. Are you that surprised? Have you read the scene or are you just reciting lines mindlessly?”

You batted him on the chest. “You bastard! I thought it was a plot about the Mak’Tar surviving! So, what, Lazarus leaves the ship and lives happily ever after with Bethany on Tev’Meck II?”

“Something like that. They were going to kill me off, but I thought it’d be much better for him to find some purpose… and love.”

You grinned cheekily. “You just wanted an excuse to have me back, didn’t you?”

“What, when I thought you’d ignored me? No, as much as this show pisses me off sometimes —”

“Only some?”

“— I wanted Lazarus to have a fitting ending.”

“And this way we can get a spinoff.”

Alexander threw his hands up. “No! Absolutely not. They couldn’t offer me enough money.”

“What, to lead your own show? With me as your co-star?”

“Both of those things sound wonderful, but not as Lazarus. I’m done with him. I want to go back to the theatre.”

“Ooh, the guy who plays Turpin is leaving, we’re holding auditions soon! Maybe you could be the Turpin to my Johanna.”

“It’d certainly be a test of your acting skills pretending you’re not incredibly attracted to me,” Alexander said with a grin. “Pretend to hate me on stage then run off for a quickie in intermission.”

“You wish. I’m far too professional for that.”

“After bows, then?”

“Definitely. Come on, let’s go back. Now I’m not pissed at you, I might actually be able to get this stupid scene done.”

It only took two more takes to get the scene right. Your chemistry was back, and when your cue came to kiss, you and Alexander went on for perhaps a bit longer than necessary - but nobody asked you to stop.

The scene finally finished, the two of you went to Lena to get your caps removed, and after a trip to wardrobe to get back into your own clothes, you met Alexander out back, both of you wearing normal, human clothes with your heads freed from the confines of those stupid caps.

He smiled when he saw you and held his hand out to you. You took it, then he pulled you close to him, and kissed you deeply. He grabbed the back of your head, his fingers finally threading through your hair, and when your lips parted, he was looking a little flustered.

“Got any plans tonight?”

“Well, there’s this guy I was gonna ask out, but…”

Alexander raised an eyebrow. “But?”

“But I think he’s about to ask me out.”

He grinned.

“What d’you say to dinner at mine? I don’t want to be batting off fans and paparazzi when I should be paying attention to you.”

“Home cooked dinner? I’d be an idiot to say no.”

“Good thing you’re a clever girl, then.”

He kissed you again, gave your arse a squeeze, then wrapped an arm around your shoulder to escort you to his car.

Your every dream was coming true - and it was only the beginning.

[hiramaris]

Kiss It Off Me

CHAPTER 3

Chapter Summary:

'Next time,' she promises herself. 'I'll take a photo of her.'

Pairings: Haley x Fem!farmer

Disclaimer:  I do not own Stardew Valley or any of the related characters. Stardew Valley is created by and owned by ConcernedApe. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Stardew Valley story belong to ConcernedApe.

Warning: None so far? Just Haley being her usual self

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Spring 6

"Em."

No response.

She tried again, this time a little louder.

"Emily."

Still nothing.

Her eyes twitched in mild annoyance, frustration simmering within her as she tried to get her sister's attention. Haley didn't have the patience to deal with this anymore.

"Emily!" she practically shouted, her voice echoing in the small room.

"What?" Thank Yoba she finally looked up from her sewing machine. Haley's already seconds away from leaving her room and just stew about this stupid problem for the rest of the week.

She probably could but nooo, the guilt has been eating her for days already!

Haley's not one to apologize, she didn't even know how. Emily already told her the mechanics and only Yoba knows how long she's been practicing her lines in front of her mirror. The last time she was this distressed was when her parents suddenly thought it was a good idea to move here without even asking if she and Emily were okay with it.

She'd done the hard part and she didn't even know if her apology will be as heartfelt as Emily would expect, but there was a problem.

One she can't do alone without looking pathetic. 

Emily doesn't even have any idea how much pride Haley had to swallow just to barge and sit here in her hippie room and on her just as hippie bed surrounded by her Yoba awful wallpaper, and ask for help for the second time this week. 

"It's the farmer," she finally responded quietly. She had been stalling for time, hoping that Emily would somehow magically understand what was going on.

Oh, god why is this so difficult?

"The farmer?" Emily repeated, her eyes narrowing with confusion. Haley winced at the thought of having to say the words aloud.

"She's avoiding me."

"Avoi–" Emily stopped herself as she gave Haley an incredulous look. "Now you're just being ridiculous, sis. Have you not been wearing the rose quartz ring I gave you?"

"No?" Haley replies, confused.

What's a stupid stone got to do with her problem?

"It's been days and I haven't caught even a glimpse of her hair," Haley flail her hands wildly in frustration. "This town is no city. How the hell could I have missed her? How am I supposed to apologize to someone who keeps hiding?"

"Slow down, Hay." Emily finally abandoned her little project and proceeded to sit beside her. "I haven't seen Y/n/n for over two days either. Maybe she's just busy with the farm?"

"Y/n/n?" Haley's immaculate brow shot up in surprise. Emily's already on a nickname basis with the farmer? And what did she just say? "Two days ago?" She questioned.

The last time Haley saw you was that embarrassing incident, and that was three days ago.

Okay, if Haley wasn't sure before, she's definitely sure now. The farmer is indeed avoiding her.

Why else Emily was able to see you and Haley couldn't?

"Yeah, she visited the saloon." Emily remained oblivious to her sister's inner turmoil. "She's super cool and has already made friends with Leah. They even came together. Even Shane and Pam seemed to warm up to her immediately."

"Leah?" Haley repeated, eyebrows raising even further than possible.

She's not all that surprised with Pam and Shane. Despite their slightly hostile personality, they are pretty much the easiest to impress if Haley would dare to try. Just give those two a couple of beers and they are good to go.

But really? Leah? Haley barely knows the woman. "The weirdo that carves wood outside of town?"

Emily poked her with a bony finger. "She's an artist," she corrected, a frown creasing her features. "Seriously, sis. You need to stop calling people names. Remember that's the reason you're in this situation."

"Okay, mom." She grumbled. No need to rub it in. 

"I'm pretty sure you're not even trying to find her," Emily accused with a glare.

"Yes, I am!" Haley's defense was immediate. Of course, she's been looking for you. How else could she have assumed that you were avoiding her?

"Did you go to her farm?"

"No."

"Did you look for her all over town?"

"No. Are you nuts? That's a long walk from here."

Emily hummed in acknowledgment. "Then how can you say she's avoiding you when you're not even leaving the house?"

"I did!" Haley protested. Did she, though? She deflated for a moment. "Once, I guess, the other day. I waited for her in the river. She always feed the squirrels, but she never came."

"I'm sure she's just busy, sis. Don't be sad."

"I'm not—" Haley was suddenly engulfed in Emily's arms.

"I haven't seen you this stressed since forever. My baby sis is finally growing up and learning how to say sorry," Emily sniffled, wiping a fake tear. Haley could only grumble in annoyance.

She's ruining my hair!

Haley rolled her eyes at her sister's dramatics but couldn't help but feel comforted by the embrace. "I'm not a baby," she muttered but didn't push her sister away.

"I know. Still..."

Speaking of apologies though.

It seemed like Haley didn't even need to apologize after all.

The farmer— Y/n is apparently okay and has a cool friend already. She didn't hurt any feelings, hooray! 

The world can now finally continue without Haley saying sorry.

She can also finally throw this guilt away and start taking photos seriously. She's already behind in finishing her portfolio. At this rate she won't be able to submit her photos to some galleries she's been eyeing since last fall.  

Maybe tomorrow she'd break out the camera. 

Yes, that would be ideal.

****

Spring 7

Haley found herself standing by the Cindersap River once again. Of course, this had absolutely got nothing to do with the sole purpose of seeing a certain farmer.

Not at all.

The lighting outside is just too perfect to let it slip away. 

In fact, she’s so focused on getting a good angle for the squirrel without frightening it away that she didn't notice that the person she's been looking for finally went out from her territory and went straight to what's-her-name's cottage with a bowl of green, leafy vegetables Haley would probably eat for her Spring diet and not out of want. 

Yes, she didn't notice all that, at all. 

Note the sarcasm though. Sometimes she's just good with this language that people mistake it as her mother tongue. 

If only she could get a better shot for this little guy, it will be a great addition to her portfolio. As stagnant as Pelican is, she could never deny that the town has the best spots in featuring how nature and humans interact together in harmony. Something that urban life lacks. She even had a photo of Marnie feeding her animals, and it's probably one of the closest pictures that fit her theme. There's also another one— that one picture she got a few days ago with the farmer. 

It's a good picture. She thought to herself. The farmer could be a good model for her theme. If there's one person closest to nature that would be you. You're a farmer after all.

Yeah, right. As if. 

If anyone would suggest that to her, she'd probably laugh at their faces.

Impossible.

Focus, Haley. She mentally scolded herself. 

Nah, this angle just won't do. It's too flat.

She looked at the lens again and took a few steps to the left. And only then she realized her mistake when she failed to notice a slippery patch on the ground. Before she knew it, she had lost her footing and was tumbling toward the water. Her heart raced with fear as she desperately tried to regain her balance.

"Oh, my god!"

She's gonna fall.

Her camera's going to get wet!

Her photos from the previous days are there, and she hasn’t developed all of them yet in her dark room.

She braced herself for the impact.

To get wet.

To probably throw her camera and purse on the side. Never mind it might break, but she can still save her photos.  

Just as she thought she was about to fall into the river, a strong, calloused hand shot out and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into a solid chest. She looked up to see none other than the farmer, who had just saved her from potentially drowning and ruining her photos,

"That was a close one," you breathed.

Haley's cheeks burn, quickly separating from you as if she were burned. you're too close. Too close that Haley caught a whiff of your earthy smell, what seems to be freshly cut grass, and a small hint of mint that she knows she supposedly hates. "I— I..." 

"You okay?"

"I am!" She answered quickly. Too quickly. Haley laughed nervously. "Thank you, um..."

Just spit out her name already.

"It's Y/n, remember?" Oh, joy. Now she assumes Haley doesn't remember her name. 

Haley looked up once again. You don't seem offended even for the slightest bit. If anything, you looked amused. 

"Of course, I remember. I was just... I haven't seen you since whatever and," Haley tried to cross her arms in defense but the camera dangling around her neck prevented her to do so. "I was still shocked, okay?"

"Wait, so you're looking for me?"

"No!" came her reply, vehement and just plain defensive.

"Well, if you're not wondering," you threw her a sideway glance, smirking as you continued, "I was actually busy tidying things up on the farm. I also brought the things I left in the city."

"Okay." She shrugged in feigned indifference. "As I said, I wasn't looking for you or anything."

The chuckle that came from you was rich and genuine. "Right, right." It doesn't look like you believed Haley for one bit, and she wants to definitely smack the smirk right off your face. "You should be careful next time though." You turned completely serious now. 

"I know. I was just taking a picture of..." she turns to point toward the subject of her camera only to find an empty spot where the squirrel should have been on. "Great," she huffed. "It's gone."

"What is?" you tilted your head in confusion and Haley didn't get why her stomach suddenly flipped from the gesture.

"The squirrel!" She flails her hands in exasperation. "I've been trying to get the perfect shot for hours!" 

"Don't worry," there's that smile again. "I see another one right over there."  

Truth be told from where the farmer's index finger points was a squirrel a couple of trees away. "But" Haley started when she remembered something," they always run away from me. I had to hide earlier to even get a shot."

You only hum in acknowledgment as you take a few walnuts from the pockets of your worn-out farmer pants. "Here." You reach out, clasping Haley's hands in yours, and place a few nuts on her open palms, and Haley's mind can only shut down at the sudden contact. 

You slowly leaned down, making an urging motion to the little guy as you began making clicking sounds with your mouth, hoping to get the squirrel's attention. The little guy paused and looked in their direction. You repeated the sound a few more times, and to Haley's delight, the squirrel started to approach them.

"Come on, little guy," you whispered, continuing to click your tongue. The squirrel hopped closer and closer until it was only a few feet away, its tiny nose twitching as it sniffed the air. You turned to her with a wide grin and Haley had to turn her cheek away, fearing of getting caught staring. "Just be gentle and they won't run away anymore. I've been feeding these guys for a while now and they easily warmed up to me. Here, let me show you."

You crouched down and held out a single walnut on your open palm. The bold little squirrel immediately scampered up to you, its tiny paws reaching for the treat.

Haley watched in amazement as you patiently fed the little guy, letting it nibble on the walnut before offering another. As she watched you interact with the animal, she couldn't help her stomach twist into knots once again.

"It's so cute." Haley bit back a smile.

"Aren't they?" You returned her with one of your own, your eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's your turn now."

"But I don't..."

"Don't worry, I got you." 

Haley wasn't exactly sure what 'I got you' meant but she didn't expect a pair of calloused hands wrapping on her own ones as the farmer guided her down to face the little animal. Haley's heart was pounding, hard and fast, and she liked to think it was because she was nervous around wild animals. She always liked taking a picture of them but feeding them up close is an entirely different story. Her parents also don’t like her touching them.

If you noticed her shaking hands, you didn't give any indication. Instead, you were giving her soft words of encouragement as she held out the walnut.

A sense of excitement surged up in her as the squirrel approached her with curious eyes before taking the walnut one by one with her tiny paws. 

"Are those supposed to fit all in its mouth?" Haley asked with a giggle, surprised at the sound of it escaping her lips.

Giggle? Haley never giggles.

But the sight of the little guy trying to fit its fifth walnut in its mouth was simply too adorable to ignore.

"I know, right?" You barked out a laugh.

Her heart sores at the sight. She tried to ignore her hands twitching to capture this moment but she knew she only has limited time before the squirrel runs away again.

So instead, she raised her camera, and took a quick adjustment with the shutter, lighting, and a bit of exposure before finally taking a snap.

'Next time,' she promises herself. 'I'll take a photo of her.'

She took a quick peek at the viewfinder. She wants to check first if it was blurred, or if the lighting suddenly becomes off at the last second.

But as she looked at the screen, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The way the light was filtering through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground, was simply breathtaking. And the squirrel was perfectly captured in all its glory, with its bushy tail fanned out behind it and its tiny paws holding the nut with precision and delicacy. The sharpness of the image was astounding, with every little detail of the fur and the texture of the walnut visible in stunning clarity.

"Wow, this looks good." You were suddenly behind her, your warm breath tickling the back of Haley's neck. "I'm glad you made good use of the natural lighting. Squirrels get frightened a lot with flash."

Haley couldn't help but feel a bit flustered by the proximity of the farmer. "Kiss ass much?" she tried to joke, but her breath was caught in her throat.

You chuckled awkwardly and leaned back a bit, your ears turning a faint shade of pink. "I'm not—I..." you stumbled over your words. "It's a good photo, okay?"

Haley throws her head back and lets out a loud, unrestrained laugh.  

"Haha," you roll your eyes and pretend to walk out. 

Haley's hand shoots up to grab your arm for a brief moment in the midst of laughter.

"I was just kidding. Yoba, you're so serious."

Haley's grin was never wiped off from her face but she half expected you to frown at her or even look away. Yet, your eyes were sparkling in great amusement, the corners of your eyes crinkling, and you gave Haley your biggest, endearing smile.

"Am not!"

"Am, too!"

"Am not!"

"Am, too!"

Your banter continued, filled with playful bickering and teasing words, until you finally raised your hands in mock surrender. "You win, woman."

Haley smiled in triumph. "Ha, I'm always right anyway."

You could only smile at her antics, and Haley found herself wondering when was the last time she had openly enjoyed someone's company besides Alex's. He's not exactly the most exciting company since all he ever talks about is his grid ball but he's a great listener and a friend nonetheless

The farmer, however— Haley takes a good, subtle look at you.

Dark messy hair tied in a loose bun with uneven locks framing your face, a worn-out denim jacket over what looked like an old white shirt, and your boots were covered in mud and grass. Haley tried not to wince at a patch of mud just below your chin yet that stupid smile of yours made Haley overlook everything else.

Everything that Haley hated; dirt, hand-me-down clothes, and every single mundanity farm life could offer— she hates it all.

She started hating everything about the farmer long before she could even step foot in this town and yet this dork, this woman has the audacity to stand so close to her and give Haley that dumb smile and help her take a photo and just ugh.

How could she hate you now? 

"Is there something on my face?" 

Haley mutters another prayer to Yoba that the sun shining between the gaps of leaves from the trees hid the growing redness she felt rising from her face. 

"You're fine." Haley forced out with a teasing tone, hoping to hide her own nervousness.

"No, really, Haley?" Your fingers lightly touched your face in a self-conscious gesture, and Haley's heart skipped a beat. It was so endearing that she almost forgot to breathe. "Do I have something on my face? Was that the reason you're laughing?"

Haley rolled her eyes to mask the smile threatening on her face. Haley's name shouldn't sound so good coming from your mouth, but it is.

It's unfair, really.

"Oh, my god." Rolling her eyes, she whipped out a handkerchief she was keeping in her purse. She closes the distance between her and you. With a dainty hand, she wipes the mud from your neck. "Next time, maybe take a look in the mirror before stepping out," she added, trying to sound as snobbish as possible.

Key word 'try.'

Luckily, you actually had some dirt on you, so Haley had a reason why in Yoba's name she'd been looking at you for far too long than necessary, but she couldn't help but glance at you with a quirky smile on her lips.

"Thanks," you murmured, your tone almost bashful as you looked at Haley.

It was then that Haley realized just how close she was standing— much closer than she had intended. Before she could pull away, however, you surprised her by placing a gentle hand on hers, and in the other hand, producing a bright yellow daffodil seemingly out of thin air.

Haley didn't allow herself to breathe until you finally tucked the flower into her hair and finally put a space between the two of you before Haley did.

"As a thank you," you murmured.

"I..." Haley's mind was racing as she tried to decide whether to run or stay and face the overwhelming wave of emotions coursing through her. But before she could make up her mind, you beat her to it.

"I'm sorry!" You exclaimed apologetically, probably mistaking the look of horror (or probably utter embarrassment) written clearly on her face as discomfort. "I didn't mean to invade your personal space. I just..."

"No!" Haley couldn't help but interrupt, her voice rising in pitch, feeling a sense of urgency in her words. "I did it first and it’s no problem really." Lie. "I also got you something."

Summoning her courage, Haley dug into her purse and pulled out a freshly developed photo, one she had taken just three days ago. With trembling hands, she placed it into your open palms, this time keeping a respectful distance between the two of you.

"Here," she said.

"Oh." The farmer breathed in surprise. "This one is..."

"Yeah... the one the other day."

You hesitated before speaking again. "Are you sure?" you asked, concern lacing over your words. "This photo is amazing, Haley. I'd feel bad if..."

"Keep it," she said firmly. "Please, it's the least I could do after taking that shot without your consent." 

"It's okay. It turned out good anyway. Thank you!" You flashed her that smile again.

Haley felt a wave of relief wash over her. She was about to turn, taking that as her cue to leave when you moved to inspect the back of the photo.

Quickly, Haley spoke up, hoping to distract you.

"No problem! Uhm, I still need to cook for lunch, yeah." Another lie, but was good enough to capture your attention. "Thank you again for helping me and for the... saving thing. I'll... I'll see you around, yeah?" 

She wished she didn't sound so hopeful.

Your small grin reassured her. "For sure. I'll see you around, Haley."

****

"What's up, Hay? I haven't seen you in... wait— nice flower by the way! Where'd ya get 'em?"

"Just a thank-you gift from someone."

"A someone, huh?" Alex raised an eyebrow in playful suspicion. "Do I know this someone?"

"Ugh. Shut up, Alex!"

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Notes:

Is this still even a slow burn?Oh, well I suck on it apparently. Still I hc Haley as having a lowkey admiration(or crush) for the farmer on the first year of Spring but was too stubborn (and oblivious) to admit it so here ya go

[sunflowerrosewood]

Not A Scum ~ Obey Me! Mammon

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the one shot!

You were the other human transfer student and since became close with all the demon brothers. Mammon was the one you find the closest. He was, as you would say, your first. But even being the first one to make a pact with, you still thought of Mammon as your crush. And while you had an obvious crush on him, so much so that Belphie and Beelzebub would tease you about it, Mammon's crush on you wasn't as apparent.

You knew something strange was coming up when Mammon began to avoid you. It was shortly after some rowdy demons tried to kill you and Lucifer and Mammon protected you. But they did not take into the account of one that disappeared and then stabbed you in the shoulder. 

Lucifer immediately killed that demon and Mammon was yelling because the demon made the injury bubble and burn. It scared him. What you did not know was that Mammon blamed himself. If he hadn't dragged you to the cafe for a drink and left you alone, you wouldn't be in this mess. 

The burn was not as bad but Diavolo made you take the next couple of weeks off. Luckily Diavolo set something up where you could get your classwork similar to Levi and Belphie. Luke and Simeon do check on you other than the brothers. Speaking of the brothers, every single one of them checked on you except Mammon. While it was nice to see them worried, Mammon is usually the first to be there. 

You tried checking in by texting but you would just get the read message. And after a week of being waited on, you could get up and go to him. So you decided to put on some sweats and go outside. You could hear the Asmo, Mammon, Satan, and Levi in the halls so you decided to wait and listen. 

"How is she?" Mammon asked. 

"She seems to be doing fine with homework. The burn is healing nicely. She should be moving soon." Satan said nonchalantly.

"No thanks to you." Levi snapped. 

"What do you mean?" Mammon growled.

"What Levi is saying because thanks to you scum, Y/n was hurt. You left and she was hurt. Lucifer knew something would go wrong but you had to be greedy like usual. Now you didn't even check on her to see if she was okay like you didn't care. You are truly a scum." Asmodeus said as you could see Mammon's fist clench. 

"I was ashamed and thought Y/n would be upset with me." Mammon growled. 

"She would have been happier if you showed up." Levi growled. 

You noticed the three brothers walk away from Mammon. Mammon was looking down and pulled out his phone. You were lucky your phone was on vibrate because you saw you finally got a message from Mammon. He walked in his room afterwards.

Mammon: how are you?

You: I'm doing better now. I'm walking around.

Mammon: Sorry I haven't been by

Mammon: Do you mind if I come by now?

Mammon: I understand if you don't want me to

You: Come on by

You: I've missed you

End…

As soon as you sent your message, you heard a soft knock on your door. You got up and opened the door and could see that Mammon's gold eyes were dark. He looked ashamed and sad. Your heart felt like someone stuck a stake in it. 

"Mammon, is everything okay?" You asked softly. 

“I’m sorry Y/n for not checking up on you.” He said as you tugged him over to your bed.

“Why did you stay away from me?” You asked even though you had a good feeling what the answer would be.

You had never seen Mammon so hurt before. But even though you tried to usher him to sit on the bed, he bent down on his knees in front of you. You noticed his hands were shaking as he touched where you got your wound.

“May I see?” Mammon asked, avoiding the other question. 

You lifted your shirt and the gash where the demon had attacked had softened to just one pink streak on your side. Luckily Luke and Simeon made a medicine to heal it quickly. Mammon touched the wound on your side and you heard a soft whimper. When you looked down, Mammon had his face on your lap near the wound. 

“Mammon please tell me what is wrong.” You begged as Mammon touched his pact mark along the inner side of your left wrist. He pulled his head up and you saw tear streaks down his face. 

“I truly am a scumbag.” Mammon croaked as you felt his hand rubbing your pact mark. “I’m supposed to protect you. All I do is get you hurt and one of the other boys has to clean it up.”

“Mammon please look at me.” You said as his gold eyes met your e/c eyes.

“Y/n?” He questioned as you threw your arms around him and hugged him. You felt him stiffen not being used to contact. 

“Mammon you are not a scum or scumbag. Sure when we first met, it wasn’t the most pleasant. But now you brag about you being my first member to make a pact and it is something I cherish.” You said as Mammon tried to break the hug. “You made a mistake. We all do. But that will not make me love you any less.”

“Of course you would love me.” He said trying to show off but you felt his body shake. 

“Mammon, I know you aren’t okay. But I do promise you that I love you so much.” You said as you felt him hug you back.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I’m sorry. I promise I will take better care of you. I will protect you. I love you too Y/n.” Mammon rambled out as you pulled him onto your bed. 

The two of you stayed in each other’s arms for a few hours. The other brothers ended up peeking in to see. They did give Mammon hell for not checking up on you because they knew how much you loved him. And they didn’t like to see you upset and seeing Mammon beating himself up over it. They knew that since you two finally accepted each other’s feelings that it won’t be so one sided anymore. It also helped to hear each other’s worries and comfort.

[hearts4golbach]

Hayloft.

This fanfiction is co-written by @charcharbinks333.

pairing:

Highschool!Sam Golbach x Highschool!Fem!Reader.

a/n:

"young lovers and they are not sleeping, young lovers in the hayloft."

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warnings:

sexual references if you squint.

word count:

3.8k

Small, repetitive taps echoed throughout your room. Your eyes fluttered open, the noise finally startling you awake. You rolled out of your bed groggily, walking over to the window with careful steps.

You peeked outside to see a familiar blonde haired boy outside your window. He held a handful of the pebbles that decorated the outside of your house. You rolled your eyes and cracked your window open. “What the hell are you doing, Golbach? Do you even know what time it is?”

Sam stared up at you, immediately speechless as his eyes met yours. The dim lighting from your room barely illuminated your features, just enough for him to see. “Look, I know it’s late, and I’m probably the last person you want to see standing in your yard, but I have to show you something,” he pleaded, scattering the rocks back into their decorative piles among the grass.

He held a hand out to you, knowing you couldn’t reach, but simply as a gesture to imply you should follow him. You knew you’d be dead if your parents knew you were leaving this late, but couldn’t it be deemed worth it to see just what he was bothering you for?

“And why can't this wait til the morning?” You asked skeptically. His watercolor eyes held a hopeful look, seeing as your response wasn't necessarily negative. It definitely wasn't a no.

“What's the fun in that?” His big goofy smile made your heart skip a beat. He looked down, kicking at the dirt. “there's really no one else I'd rather show this to.”

You stared at him for a moment more, contemplating your options. If you got caught, you'd be dead. But, what's the worst that could happen? “And what do I get out of this?”

He shrugged. “Hanging out with me?”

The hopeful look he held was nothing if not enticing to you. You leaned out the window further, sighing as you checked for anyone else around. It was just him, clearly he had no ill intention. Or maybe he did.

“Eh, why the hell not,” you say with an obvious eye roll, shutting your window before he could respond. You take your time moving toward the back door, making your hasty exit before you could be caught.

“I knew you’d come around,” he cooed with a cocky smile.

“Honestly, kinda felt like I was being held at gunpoint,” you teased. “I mean, what can I say? Can't ignore you forever.”

He let out a small laugh. “I'm glad you feel that way.”

“Don't make me change my mind,” you warned. “What do you even have to show me, anyway? Don't you have your little boyfriend, Cole or something?”

“Colby is sleeping.” He emphasized his best friend's name. “My car is parked right up the street,” he mentioned, matching his walking pace with yours.

“Uh, excuse me. I was sleeping too,” you muttered.

“Well, he would've killed me if I woke him up. I thought since you want to kill me either way, it was worth a shot.” A small smile was plastered on his face. He felt as if he couldn't stop smiling, he finally got you to give him some sort of a chance.

You roll your eyes, chuckling dryly at his statement. “Yeah, whatever. I never wanted to kill you, necessarily. That’s just an exaggeration…”

It wasn’t at all an exaggeration. Your mind helplessly wandered to your past interactions, not a single one showing any sort of connection.

“Ew, as if, Golbach! Go bother your boyfriend instead,” you scoffed as he leaned closer to you, his signature—and clearly fake—cocky smirk plastered on his pale skin. You shoved him away and he stumbled back into a desk, his mouth hanging agape as he stared at you in shock. You’d never laid a hand on him, but he couldn’t do anything back… you were a girl! He couldn’t hit a girl…

The gross look on your face snapped him back to reality. “You know, that was really uncalled for,” he muttered before storming off.

You shook the thought from your head, seeing as that scene happened all the way back in middle school. Maybe in that moment, you did want to kill him, but you never truly did.

“Okay, Y/n.” He laughed, a sarcastic undertone to everything he said. You knew he was just protecting his heart. He had his guard up around you now, and you were starting to feel bad about it.

Your voice softened. You didn't know how to apologize without sounding like a pussy, but you felt like it was needed. The weird tension was slowly getting to you. “Maybe I disliked you very much, but I never hated you, Sam.”

“Past tense?” He asked, a laugh falling from his lips. “Do you actually like me now?”

“I can tolerate your presence,” you rebutted.

What seemed like a crack in his hard exterior became more and more visible by the second. He smiled. The realest smile you’d seen from him.

“Yeah, well, you’re not too bad yourself,” he joked, playfully bumping your shoulder with his.

You both finally arrived at Sam’s car, after what felt like an eternity. The next shocker—he opened the door for you. Your eyes lingered on him for a moment before you ducked down and settled yourself in the passenger seat.

“Y’know, I didn’t peg you for a gentleman.” He settled on his side and started the car after a few stalls. He glanced over at you with a dry chuckle, a clear and sarcastic sign that none of his gestures could be deemed gentlemanly.

Sam explained that it was quite a long drive before going quiet. An awkward silence filled the car as you listened intently to the soft radio.

As houses and barns started to disperse, you knew you were leaving town. It was a small town, give or take, so you weren't necessarily surprised. What you were was concerned. “Are you kidnapping me?”

Sam shook his head and chuckled, changing the radio station as he drove. “No, we’re going to a very common hang out spot among my friends. you may not like it though, princess,” he teased. He stopped his car in a large patch of pebbles, and all you could see was a large prairie on the outskirts of a small forest.

“Oh shit, are you taking me to the legendary barn?” You ask with an eager smile. You’d heard stories of this place, but never thought you’d ever go.

“Yeah, and it’s a long walk, so no complaining.” He got out of the car and walked around to your side, opening the door for you.

You couldn't help your face from heating up at the smallest gesture. The moon illuminated Sam's features, especially the ones you had never taken the time to notice. You caught yourself staring, making your heart jump. You looked down at your feet as you followed behind him.

You listened closely to Sam's soft footsteps in the dirt mixed with the noises of crickets chirping in the far distance. He quickly broke the silence. “I'm honestly surprised you've heard about our barn.”

“Your barn,” you muttered under your breath with a laugh. “It's not like you guys are secretive about your ‘investigations.’ Colby posts on his Facebook so much.”

Sam laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, no, that’s true… I tried to tell him our spot would be invaded if he kept posting, but he’s stubborn. Don’t get me wrong, though, he’s a great guy, just doesn’t think ahead." The way he spoke about his best friend was kind of cute, like he held Colby on a pedestal of sorts, it was admirable.

“Are we almost there?” you chimed, breaking the momentary silence. Sam holds a low-hanging branch out of your way as you enter the forest.

“Not much further, so don’t worry.” You both trekked through the forest, making it to the edge of the trees when the barn finally came into view.

The atmosphere was so peaceful, yet terrifying. Sam walking close beside you was a comforting presence. His hand brushed against yours, sending goosebumps all over your body. Your stomach was doing backflips as you looked at him.

He led you into the barn. You Looked up at the hay bales stacked close to the roof. Your jaw fell open at the sight. “How the hell do you even get up there?”

“Look, I’ll show you.” Dirt kicked up under his shoes as he jogged over to a singular hay bale on the floor. “You just climb up these, it's basically a staircase.” He jumped to the second one.

You bobbed over and climbed on top of it, following his lead. “Is this safe?”

He hesitated. “No.. But I'll make sure you're safe. don't worry, baby,” he teased with a smile. He held out his hand. You took it and he pulled you up to the next hay bale.

Baby? The name alone made your heart pound out of your chest, or maybe it was the anxiety from the American Ninja Warrior-esque trek up to the top of the hay bails. As you finally made it, you had a straight-shot view of the moon. There were holes in the aluminum panels that gave you a perfect view of the night sky, and only wooden beams supporting the metal that could easily fall on you at any moment.

“You said you come here often, right?” You wanted reassurance that the roof wouldn’t collapse on you and end up another town-wide horror story. He nodded his head as he settled toward the top of the hay, patting the spot next to him. You settle there hesitantly, nervous you’d fall down to your death at any moment.

“Don’t be afraid, you won’t fall,” he said, clearly comforting you. He wrapped his arm around your waist. “If you start falling, I’ll be here to make sure you don’t die or whatever.” He flashed a charming smile your way.

His touch made your mind foggy. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your waist as you spoke. “What do you and Colby even do when you're here?”

“We play little kid games, like tag, and run around on the hay bales,” he explained. “Do you remember when I had to wear a fat ass brace to school for like, a week?”

You nodded. He seemed to be amused that you remembered such a small detail.

“Yeah, that was ‘cause my ankle got stuck in between these bales. Colby physically couldn't stop laughing at me.” Sam adjusted, scooting closer to you.

His obvious attempts to remain close to you didn’t go unnoticed. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, trying to find something to say to keep talking to him. You couldn’t help but love his voice, especially with him this close to you…

“I always found your voice really comforting, y’know,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. His eyebrows raised in amusement as he glanced over at you, his teeth grazing his lower lip for a moment.

“Wow, really? People usually say I sound like a squeaky toy.” His joke was emphasized by an accidental voice crack, and his pale face immediately flushed red. You nudge him playfully with your elbow, teasing him.

“Aww, you sound like a 12 year old boy,” you coo.

“Wow, watch me hit puberty all over again,” he joked. “I'm kidding, I hit puberty a long time ago, don't worry.”

You rolled your eyes as he winked at you. “Thanks for letting me know,” you reply sarcastically.

“Really, though. I don't know what to say to that,” he admitted, avoiding eye contact with you. You watched intently as he picked at the hay under the two of you. He seemed hesitant, choking on his words. “Y/n, there's something I really need to tell you.”

You turn back to look at him, your head cocked to the side. You’d never seen him so hesitant, he seemed… insecure, even. You held your lower lip between your teeth for a moment, the tension between the two practically killing you. “Y-yeah…?”

His eyes drifted to somewhere behind you, his brows raising for a moment. He had the chance to get away from this painfully awkward position, realizing he wasn’t quite ready yet. “There’s a… There’s a ladder behind you, we could go to the roof, if you’d like,” he suggested with a coy shrug of his shoulders.

Sam mentally chided himself. He wanted so badly to confess to you, but something about the moment didn’t feel right. Something was off. He scratched the back of his neck nervously as he awaited your answer, looking up at you through his brows.

“Uhm, okay. Yeah.” Sam stood up and offered his hand to you. You gratefully took it and he pulled you to a standing position. You awkwardly followed him up the ladder to the roof.

The night was gorgeous. Out in the middle of nowhere, there weren't any lights or noises to interrupt the music of the nighttime. You admired the twinkling stars in the sky that reminded you of Sam's eyes every time he saw you. You couldn't get enough of how he looked at you.

He stood next to you, staring up at the sky as well. “It’s really nice outside,” he broke the silence, before turning to you. “Come sit with me?”

You hummed in response. He walked to the edge of the roof and sat down, letting his feet dangle off the ledge. You sat next to him, mirroring his position. You sat dangerously close to him, placing your hand on top of his softly.

You felt uneasy sitting up there, like you could fall at any moment. You looked down to the ground and tensed up, your hand squeezing Sam’s. He shifted closer to you and moved to wrap his arm around your shoulder, giving you a sense of comfort.

“Don’t worry, only a few people have fallen through or off this roof. Maybe like, 7?” You shove him gently as he tried to scare you, but it earned a hearty laugh from you.

“Alright, alright, no reason to be scared, blah blah…” you trail off as you turn your head, realizing just how close the two of you were. You could feel his warm breath against your face, causing a shudder to run down your spine.

Sam’s gaze flicked down to your lips momentarily, before meeting your eyes once again. Something was hidden in the pale blue color of his irises, some kind of longing. “There was something I wanted to tell you, y/n,” he whispered, each word he spoke laced with unease and anxiety.

“Just fucking spit it out, Golbach,” you muttered. He was so close, you could hear his uneasy breathing. “Please.”

“I love you, Y/n. God, I knew I'd love you as soon as we spoke for the first time, even if you were mean to me,” he paused, taking a deep breath.

Sam had been one of those untouchable boys since middle school. All of the girls wanted him, but he had never shown any interest. It was that moment you realized why.

His bright blue eyes met yours. “Fuck, I've never loved anyone like I love you. You don’t- You don't have to say anything, but I want you to know.” He moved his arm from your shoulder to wrap tightly around your waist. You could feel how badly he was shaking.

You raise your eyebrows, taking a moment to process everything he had said to you. Your hand trembled slightly as you reached out, brushing his hair away from his eyes gently.

“You mean more to me than you could ever know,” you murmured, “I never… meant to hurt you, Sam, I just taught myself to hate you because I thought you hated me, but in reality… goddamn, I think I love you too.” Your hand moves to cup his cheek, your touch ghosting his skin, feathery almost.

His shoulders relaxed as soon as you confessed. It was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, like he could walk on water. Anything was possible now that he knew: you loved him. He pulled you closer by your waist, his eyes boring holes into you.

“I’ve been waiting so long to hear you say that,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on your lips now, wanting more than anything to lean in closer.

His lips finally met yours. They moved in a sweet, sensual motion. He tasted of vanilla, a surprisingly sweet combination with your minty gum. He moved his hands down to your hips, squeezing gently as he held the kiss for as long as you let him.

Sam could've kissed you forever. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tangled your fingers in his honey locks.

You pulled away a moment to catch your breath, but he immediately chased your lips. He was insanely desperate for you, to not lose your touch for even a moment.

You tug playfully on his golden hair, earning a soft grunt from him. One of his hands moved to the roof beside you to keep himself steady.

He pulled away, breathing heavily. He gazed into your eyes, resting his sweaty forehead against yours. You couldn't help but smile and place a soft peck against his lips. “I love you, Sam. I'm sorry for everything before, I wish I wasn't so stupid.”

“You're not stupid. I’m stupidly in love with you.” He grinned at the cheesy saying. You rolled your eyes with a contradictory smile.

He took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles slowly. He looked up at the sky, the stars shining beautifully, sure, but they couldn’t compare to you.

“There's Orion's belt.” you pointed out the constellation, a smile on your face. What a dork… he thought to himself. He followed your hand and looked up at the sky once again, finding the constellation easily with your guidance.

“All these stars, yet somehow you shine brighter,” he murmured, as if thinking aloud without realizing. a red hue meets your cheeks as you look back at him, your brows raised.

“Well I'll be damned, he’s a poet,” you teased. He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm a poet and I didn't even know it or whatever corny shit you’re gonna say next,” he laughed sarcastically.

You lightly slapped his shoulder. “Now I'm the corny one?”

He rolled his eyes. “I should probably take you home soon, don't want your parents flipping out.”

You let out a sad sigh. “I guess you're right.”

The venture back to the car was no easier than getting there. Sam helped you down the ladder and off of the hay bales. He interlocked his fingers with yours as you carefully walked out of the barn.

“When can I see you again?” he asked suddenly. “I mean, I know we have school Monday, but that's still one day I don't get to see you. Do you even know how much I hate that?”

You giggled. “If I'm not grounded, come over tomorrow. My parents are working, so we'll have the whole house to ourselves.”

He smirked, “I'm completely okay with that.”

You slapped his arm again. “Shut up, not like that!”

He shrugged. “Can’t blame a boy for his mind wandering.”

The drive back to your house was silent as Sam was caught in his own mind. He could see you again tomorrow? And what did tonight mean for the two of you? He wanted to be your boyfriend, more than anything, but he couldn’t be sure that you wanted the same. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song playing—some old rock song or something.

He parked a few houses down from yours, getting out of the car before you and jogging around to your side to once again open the door for you.

“You are such a gentleman,” you say with a fake posh accent and a clumsy faux-curtsey. You giggle as he shuts the door as quietly as possible, not wanting to raise suspicion from anyone on the street.

He walked you back to your house, his arm around your shoulder, shielding you from the cold.

“You planning on coming in with me or something?” you accused with a quiet laugh under your breath.

“I mean, do you want me to?”

“Yeah,” you tried to say nonchalantly, but ended up giggling.

He followed you in through the back door and tiptoed quietly through the house. This was the first time he was really seeing your room. He looked around at your pale walls that were covered with miscellaneous decorations and your messy bed. He couldn't help but smile. He felt like he was looking at your whole life in one small area. To be fair, he was.

You collapsed onto your bed with a huff. “I am exhausted.”

“I’ll let you go back to sleep, I'm going to go home.” He walked over and placed a kiss on your forehead. “I love you, y/n.”

“Wait!” You grabbed his hand as he started to walk towards your door. “Stay, please?”

His face lit up as you grabbed his hand, he turned back to you, kneeling beside your bed. “Do you really want me to stay?” he whispered, his brows quirked.

“Of course I do.” You scoot closer to the wall and pat the spot on your bed beside you. He hesitantly sat down, leaning back against your headboard. He looked up and saw the Napoleon Dynamite poster on your ceiling, which brought a small smile to his lips.

“I love Napoleon Dynamite,” he said, looking down at you once again. You looked 10 times more comfortable with him sitting beside you. His heart was immediately warmed seeing you grasp onto his sleeve.

“So do I,” you said in a surprisingly casual tone, considering your stomach was being immediately swarmed with butterflies as he mentioned loving your favorite movie.

Silence filled the room for a moment. He interrupted the silence. “Why are you so far away? c'mere.”

He opened his arms to you as he laid down in your bed. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest. “Y'know, it's so much cozier in here with you.”

He smiled, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Everything's better when I'm with you.”

You felt your heart, which was once pounding against your ribcage as you adjusted to his touch, calming down as you cuddled into his chest. You exhaled softly, feeling your eyelids growing heavier by the moment.

“Goodnight, Golbach,” you teased, finally feeling the warmth of your duvet as he pulled it over the both of you.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He kissed the top of your head once again. He ran his hand up and down your back, slowly coaxing you into sleep.

[peach-and-bugs]

“I didn’t miss you. But now you're here and… god, fuck me,” with teen nat preferably angst/smut please. thank you!

❤️I'm Out of Time - Natalie Scatorccio (2000) x fem!Reader❤️ (18+, age in bio/pinned or you will be blocked)

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Summary: You hadn't seen Natalie for years. Not since she'd come back after the crash, and you where alright with that. You'd taken time for yourself and you'd moved on. You were working on your degree and finding yourself. You weren't anticipating any interruptions…

Warnings: Post-crash, 2000 (Natalie and reader are both 22), angst, swearing, Travis, toxic dynamics & smut (18+, age in bio/pinned or you will be blocked) - fingering, praise kink, oral fixation + some spit, top!Natalie, dumbification, minor primal but only if you really squint

Word Count: 3,618

A/N: Hello loves! I'm knocking out two requests with this one, as the quotes felt like they worked together well, so I hope yall don't mind! To make up for it I've made it a much longer than some other one-shots. I also felt like this could be read as sort of a sequel to my other Natalie fic, Blame Game, as both of these have pretty similar theming going on. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!

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Yellowjackets Tag List: @frasersgf @minimickzy @damagnificentcookie

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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You’re day had gone on relatively average compared to most days. You’d gone grocery shopping after class and work for the week as you desperately needed to restock your fridge. Normally, it was your roommate’s week to do the shopping, but she was out for the weekend visiting family back in Jersey, so today, you bit the bullet and got it done. You were currently fumbling with your bags as you talked to your mom on your cellphone, all while trying to get out of your taxi. Your mother always tended to call at the worst times. 

“No, Mom, I’m fine! I’m just trying to get inside, is all,” you huffed when she asked why you were breathing so hard. “Yes, money’s fine. I’ve just gotta balance work and school, is all” She cut you off again, and you had to stifle your sigh of irritation. You fumbled to pull your keys out of your bag as you approached your doorstep. 

Only when you looked up, did you notice the figure sitting in front of your apartment’s door. Your apartment mainly was single girls or girls who didn’t live with their boyfriends, so you assumed it was some strange suiter till the figure noticed you and stood. They brushed the hair from their face, and your blood ran cold, freezing you where you stood. 

“Ok, Mom? Can I call you back?” Your mother was already pestering you for a reason why before you could finish asking her. “I’m just trying to get inside all with full hands. I’ll call you back. I love you,” You had to talk over her to hang up, followed by a struggle to get your phone out from under your ear and shoulder and into your bag. 

Only after that did you acknowledge Natalie, who had simply stood watching you the whole time. You gave her a pointed look before letting out a stuffed breath and approaching her. When she opened her mouth to speak, you shook your head without stopping or skipping a beat as you went to unlock your door. 

“No,” was all you said, fumbling with your keys once more. 

“I didn’t even say anything,” she started with an exasperated scoff in her tone, following after you. 

“No, but I knew you would,” 

“Oh, you knew I would say what?” she hadn’t even seen you for five minutes and was already getting defensive—typical Scatorccio behavior. You groaned and just unlocked the door to your apartment complex and walked in with Natalie in tow because there was no getting rid of her now. 

“If you’re going to insist on following me, at least take something,” you aggressively shoved a paper bag in her arms, freeing up one of your hands to get a firm grip on your keys. She took the bag with a grimace but didn't further complain as she climbed the stairs with you. Of course, the elevator was still broken after a week, but you might as well get a little cardio in. You dramatically let Natalie into your apartment behind you, taking the bag from her after dropping your keys into the bowl by the door. You gave her no time to try the conversation again as you disappeared into your kitchen. You weren't going to let her derail your task. You wouldn't let her be a disruption. 

Eventually, she found you after wandering into the apartment. You only gave her a glance of acknowledgment as you unpacked your groceries. She’d cut her hair, but she hadn't bothered bleaching it again like she always said she would. It now rested just above her shoulders. Her shabby bans could use a trim. The ends were falling in front of her eyes and had to be obstructing her vision. She’d also gotten her lip pierced since the last time she’d darkened your doorstep. 

She kept her hands firmly shoved in the pockets of her leather jacket as she watched you. She was acting as though she hadn’t anticipated getting this far. You took a bundle of groceries to the fridge, and upon passing her, you scrunched your nose as you inhaled a familiar sour staleness. 

“I thought you stopped smoking,” you commented offhandedly, neglecting to hide any condescending tone. Natalie, not expecting the sudden comment or conversation for that matter, gave you a confused look, her eyes following as you maneuvered around the pocket-sized kitchen. 

“I'm sorry?” was all she could ask. You declined, looking back up at her as you turned your back to stick cans in you’re cupboards. 

“You smell like cigarettes again,” she scratched at the back of her neck, looking away. 

“Yeah, I picked it up again,” she acted as though she was about to be scolded by her mother. You turned around and gave her a hard look, trying to figure out what might be going on in her head. But Natalie was always tricky. She didn't let on what she was thinking. You could never figure her out. When you looked your way again, all you could do was groan and cover your eyes, practically boiling with frustration. And to think, just ten minutes ago, you thought to yourself that you’d been having a good, average day. 

“Natalie, what do you want?” you forced yourself to ask, hands gripping the countertop of your kitchen island as you watched her. “Why are you here?”

“Do I need to want something to come and see you?” You were shaking your head before she could finish her thought.

“Yes! Yes, you do, Natalie, because you don’t just drop in,” You maneuvered out of the kitchen and into your living room with Natalie on your heels. “You always want something, even when you refuse to admit it,” You opened a window and stuck your head out, taking in a long breath of somewhat fresh city air. The sun was already starting to set as streetlights turned on one by one. Squeezing your eyes shut, you forced yourself to stick your head back into your apartment and face your “company.” 

“I’m assuming it's money again,” you gave her a cold stare, crossing your arms and leaning against the windowsill. Natalie gawked at you, her jaw slightly hung wordlessly open till she scoffed, running a hand through her hair in exasperation. “What, am I wrong? Or maybe you thought you could crash on my couch,” you egged her on. This, of course, pissed her off, which you thought ‘good. If I have to be pissed, then so should she,’. 

“Wow, so college did make you a stuck-up bitch,” she said under her breath, immediately regretting her bitter tongue based on the deer-in-headlights look she gave you after, but even with the apology pressed to her lips, you didn't have it. 

“Fuck you, Scatorccio. You can leave right now for all I care,” you got up as you spoke, hands clenched into fists as you pointed at her chest. You raised a hand to shove her and get her out of your house, but she acted faster, grabbing you by the wrist. Her grip was tight, but not painful, but still enraging. That is till you looked into her eyes for just a little too long, and you gave up, your anger melting into pity and frustration instead as your brow knit and you frowned with a trembling lip. 

“What more do you want from me, Natalie,” you asked weakly, holding from screaming despite the urge you had. But Natalie couldn’t immediately give you an answer. That or she didn’t want to answer. Instead, she just held your wrist, her eyes searching your face for something you couldn’t pinpoint as she frowned. That is till she couldn’t take it, her eyes waving from you, and she shook her head, lips parting as she found her wording.

“I guess I missed you,” you couldn’t help growing angry again. You tugged your wrist from her, which didn’t take much effort, and gave her a point, hurt, look again. 

“You ‘guess?’ What, Travis not doing it for you anymore, so you thought you’d just come back to me as backup, once again?” It was now Natalie’s turn to get angry. 

“This has nothing to do with him-”

“Oh, it always does, Natalie,” you argued back, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation as you began to pace the room. “It’s always gonna be about Travis because you only want me when you can’t have him,” 

“That’s not true!” she yelled back with gritting teeth.

“When was the last time you came to see me when you weren't on a break?” you pressed, feeling the sting of tears begins to sting your eyes. 

“When was the last time you thought about me when you were with him, huh? I’ll tell you because you don’t think of me when you’re with him. You only think about me when you’re all alone, and I’m your last resort because you push everyone else away,” You finally let yourself yell, choking on tears. You knew you didn’t mean what you were saying, not wholeheartedly anyway. You just wanted her to go. You wanted to hurt her so she’d leave and never come back because you couldn’t keep doing this. 

You couldn’t keep feeling like second best or being around for a quick fuck when she was feeling lonely. You’d moved on! You were living your life for you and finding your way in the world. But then Natalie has the nerve to walk back in when she feels like it and when it is convenient for her. What about when it was convenient for you? 

What about way back when, when you’d waited for her, your best friend, to see you standing there, wanting her that whole time, only to pick a douchebag boy over you. Natalie said nothing as you began to cry. You felt like you were caving in on yourself, morphing back into that sad, lonely teenager who longed to be noticed as someone more than a friend. 

“I didn’t miss you,” you finally managed to talk again through choked sniffles. You sounded pitiful; you knew it. But what else was there to do now but to keep being honest? “I was finally feeling good! But now you're here and- god, fuck me,” you ran your hands through your hair, shaking your head as you pulled your eyes away from her, biting your lip. You took your fist, wrapping it around the thumb on your other hand, allowing your hands to shake as you started to pace once more. 

God, you wanted her to leave, but still, the thought of being alone after all this felt unbearable. And despite the anger you were feeling, you still wanted her. You wanted her to hold you, caress you, make you forget all the bad things you'd been feeling. You just wanted it all to go away. You hadn't even noticed that you shut your eyes again till you felt Natalie’s hands caress your face, thumbing at the tears that fell as she wrapped her hand around your clenched fingers. You couldn’t help looking up at her, your cheek eagerly seeking to lean into the warmth of her palm. She looked down at you with sad, wet brown eyes that you couldn’t help being captivated by.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” she murmured rather stiffly, swallowing thickly as she nodded. “You’re right about all of it. And I’m sorry,” you took in a long sniff and shook your head. 

“No, no, you're not. You're just saying that” You began to argue, but she urged you to listen. 

“I am sorry, and I’ve missed you. Fuck, I’ve missed you so much,” she urged, squeezing your hand. “I just don’t wanna drag you into all my bullshit, you know? Because you don’t deserve that,” she explained weakly. 

“I could have taken it,” You urged her, but she shook her head. 

“I wouldn’t let you,” You sniffled again, relenting in a silent nod. You let that silence hang in the air till you couldn't bare it.

“Make it up to me?” Natalie knew the implication behind your request. You used that phrase with one another some times before, but now she wasn’t so sure. 

“I don't know if that’s the best idea,” She murmured, taking her rare turn to be the rationally thinking one. But you shook your head as a final tear rolled down your cheek. 

“Please,” you begged, squeezing her hand. “Just this time. If I regret it, it’s for me to deal with in the morning,” you knew you sounded miserably helpless, and you'd be embarrassed by your neediness when your mind cleared again, but for now, you leaned into it, excepting the mess you where when it came to Natalie. It was a bitter cycle; you knew it, but you could deal with the ramifications in the morning. After looking into your eyes for too long, she relented, taking your lips in with hers as your hands found refuge dug deep in her hair. 

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She pressed you hard into the bed, aggressively tugging at your shirt to come off over your head as she straddled your hips, letting out hot and heavy breaths against your ear as she struggled to swallow the moan that threatened to push past her lips. You started to tug at her ripped shirt as well, only for Natalie to stop you and take it off in one swift motion. You are about to reach out for her till she gets off your lap, scooping under you to move you up the bed. 

She kneeled on the bed above you and between your legs, messing with the buckle of her belt, smiling down at you with a wicked grin as her eyes lingered on your exposed, rising chest, then down to the band of your pants. Wordlessly you understand to take your pants off and sit up to do so as Natalie does the same. With the last major layer removed, your both left clad in your underwear. That is till you took your bra off, leaving your chest bare in front of her.

Natalie lunged forward, straddling your hips once more as she caught your lips in a heavy, messy kiss. Teeth scrape at your lip, and you meet the cold metal of her lip ring. Her breath was hot as it fanned over the skin of your face till she moved on to your neck. She sat above you, holding herself up with a knee and embows as she started marking up your neck. Her knee shifted into place between your legs, forcing into your core, and you let out a heavy moan from your throat. You could feel her smiling against the spot she now soothed on your neck, knowing what she’d done. 

“That's a c-cheep shot,” you managed to stutter out as she moved on to scrap her teeth over your collarbone. She’d done that long ago on accident but recalled the reaction you'd had then too. Your hips began to gently rock against her knee, already craving any friction available for the growing ache down below. Of course, Natalie only found this to be further amusing. But she eventually relented, her hands pressing your hips down and still, as she moved down your body, kissing your stomach as she pulled her knee away and practically pealed away your underwear. 

She dared to look up at you through her lashes with that blown, lusting look in her eye that had you turning your head away, fust clenching the pillow under your head as you bit your lip to stifle the moan in your throat. Of course, this wasn’t acceptable as she always liked seeing your eyes, so her hand snaked into your underwear, the pads of her pointer and middle finger finding your clit with ease; she moved up your body again, taking your chin between your fingers. You knew your face was flushed and hot, your chest heaving up and down with labored breath, your brows creasing as you strained to suppress the sounds pulling at your throat. But all the same, Natalie smiled down at you, her eyes full of unfamiliar warmth and affection that you craved. 

“Don’t be quiet for me,” she purred, tilting her head as she held your chin. She squeezed your cheeks just enough to part your lips, which released a breathy moan, and she grinned, nodding along as her fingers began to circle your clit in rhythm with the roll of your hips. You were already feeling the oncoming brain fog as she continued her circlings, and without giving it any thought, your hands reached out, caressing her cheeks as she smiled down at you proudly. 

Looking into her eyes, your mouth hung open as you let out every moan that surfaced as she circled your clit, going round and round till you felt like you were dizzy, but it wasn’t going to be enough. You were greedy. You needed more from her, more of her. 

“Natalie, please,” you managed, your expression straining with every swipe. She shooshed you, cooing so gently as she nodded.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m getting there. You’re being so patient,” she finally moved on from your clit to test the waters of your entrance, which you knew was embarrassingly soaked by now. But Natalie didn't mind. She seemed to enjoy the way her fingers glided in with ease and how you let out another shuddering moan against her ear. After some adjustment, she began to pump and curl her fingers in a timely rhythm with the rocking of your hips. 

She fawned at the way your eyes rolled back as her palm met your already sensitive clit, cooing muffled praise amongst the sound of your moans. 

“That’s right. Keep up those pretty faces for me,” she purred just before she began messily kissing your jaw. After all these years, it still amazed you how she had you memorized. Fucking you was like riding a bike. Natalie never seemed to forget what she was doing. You tightened around her fingers, thighs squeezing around her hand to make sure you weren't going anywhere as you climbed your high. 

Natalie groaned against your throat as the feeling but kept going. She’d moved so she was laying beside you, her head buried into your neck, biting at your shoulder as she grew increasingly aroused just by listening to the sounds from your throat and your cunt. Realizing how close she was to you among your building haze, you managed to think it wasn’t enough. So in a moment of desperation, thanks to your impending orgasm, you rolled over just enough to force your mouth against hers as a hand grappled at her still-clothed breast, slipping your fingers under the red lace to find hard, sensitive nipples waiting for you. 

You strummed over her nipple with your thumb, and Natalie let out an unfamiliar, strangulated sound that ended in an animalistic whimper. The feeling caused her to pump harder into you and ultimately was the final push to send you over the edge with a similar howling cry as you curled in on yourself, your forehead falling to Natalie’s shoulder as you grappled at her bare arms. You could hear her hiss at the sting of your nails clawing at her skin as you started to come down. 

Her hand slowed gradually as she continued to pump in and out, steadying you off of your high. She pulled away from you ever so slightly, nudging your thighs apart with her free hand to take her fingers back from you. She made a big show of licking her fingers clean till you gained enough self back to reach out, taking her wrist in hand and cleaning her fingers yourself. You watched her, doe-eyed and still hazy, as you let her fingers pass your lips, tongue running around her digits as you moaned at your taste. She appeared jealous watching the action but seemed to enjoy it nonetheless. 

“Well, look at you,” she murmured under her breath with a turned smile. She sat up on her side, propping herself up with her elbow. You let her fingers go with a pop as they passed your lips, and she grinned as she wiped your spit off on her underwear. You smiled contently without saying a word as you reached up, brushing Natalie’s bangs from her forehead where they stuck with sweat. Your hand ran down her jaw, guiding her back to your lips for another long kiss. As the kiss went on, your hands began to wander, but she stopped you before you could make your way into her pants. She held your wrist and shook her head, kissing your palm. 

“Not now. Just get some sleep,” she murmured, unclasping her bra from behind to throw it over the edge of the bed as she got up. She ducked away into your bathroom. You lie naked in the dark, listening to the sound of the tap turning on and running for some time before it turned off as she retired with wet cloth in hand. She helped you under the covers as she got in with you and slipped the warm rag between your legs, casually helping your clean up. The rag was also tossed to the floor with the rest of your clothes as Natalie crawled into bed with you. She didn’t often stay the night, but in your growing groggy state, you smiled, feeling her wrap around you, holding you tight. Maybe she wouldn’t stay, but for now, she was here and you were going to be content with that.

[drkmgs]

I'd choose you over everyone.

Lady Lesso x Reader

Warnings: fluff

story type: one shot

The first none Wednesday/Jenna related fanfiction. Why? Because I have writers block for the stories I planned for Wednesday and Jenna Ortega. I'm also obsessed with Charlize Theron at the moment...

No one will deny you are one of the most attractive reader, and you also were the oldest one they have seen. All Nevers and Evers were lining up to get your attention or just throw them a quick glance, but you had no interest in them.

The only person who had successfully got your attention was the dean of evil. You certainly didn't know why, but her vibe and aesthetic were captivating you from afar.

You knew who had her heart, but that didn't hold you back from confessing and trying to pursue her. In the end, it did break your heart to see how inlove she was with someone who was just obsessed with power.

After the school was successfully rebuilt and united, you managed to get home and never looked back. Not until a few months back, a certain Clarissa Dovey sent you an invitation, for all former Readers, there will be a celebration for the unity of the school.

When the day came, you didn't really know what to do there, but you owe Clarissa an apology for disappearing without a proper goodbye, and this would probably be the ultimate test to see if you'd moved on.

You sighed. You walked through the portal, just in seconds, your surroundings changed into a familiar yet brand new place. Stoned grounds, marbled walls, red carpets, and chandeliers were present in front of you.

Former Readers, Heroes, and Villains chatting and dancing in the middle of the ballroom. The smell of food lingering in the air, the festive music playing in the background, and the clicking of glasses can be heard.

"Y/N! I'm so happy to see you!" You quickly snapped your gaze to the woman coming at you with open arms.

"Look at you! You haven't changed at all! Maybe a bit mature looking, but that isn't really a problem. At. All." Dovey, scanning you from head to toe.

"It's nice to see you too, Dovey. I'm sorry for not saying goodbye." You had a sad smile on your face.

"Oh, don't bother! I know you needed to get away from here. I'm just glad I found your right address!" Dovey waved her hand as a sign that you didn't have to apologize. She continued to tell you what happened after you left and toured you around the new castle.

Arriving back at the main hall, both of you stopped by the stairs. From there, you spotted a red-haired woman scoffing at a couple who are obviously oversharing their PDA moment. You couldn't help but snort seeing Lady Lesso's reaction, which didn't get unnoticed by a certain Ever beside you.

"Did you two talk about what happened after the school was rebuilt? You know, when she gave you the invitation..." Dovey asked with caution, which made you divert your gaze back to her. Based on your confused look, it is clear she made a mistake.

"What do you mean she gave me the invitation? The invitation was among my letters." You squinted your eyes at her.

"She didn't talk to you? Strange, she told me she personally delivered the invitation. Ha. Ha." Dovey tried to play it off by her nervously laughing. You, on the other hand, furrowed your brows and diverted your gaze to the red-haired who is now staring at you with wide eyes.

You saw her putting her drink down, slowly turning her body towards the door. As soon as you realize she was making a run for it, you quickly dashed down the stairs and followed her red puffy hair.

You reached her wrist outside the entrance of the castle. Panting you let go of her.

"Is it so hard for you to admit your mistakes and ask for forgiveness?" You say getting your breathing back. Her back facing you, you see her sigh, and her shoulders slumped down.

"The moment I heard from Sophie, you were in Gavaldon, I immediately look for you. I couldn't bring myself to talk to you, that's why I left the invitation among your letters and went back to the school. Who am I to ask you to take me back after all I did to you? I'm not an idiot, Y/N. I saw how many Nevers and Evers were crazy for you, but you never paid them attention, I was the exception, and what did you get from me? heartbreak and misery." She turned her head sideways, the moon reflected on her green eyes and her face glowing as the moon was the only source of light outside the castle.

"Leonora. Isn't it time for you to make it up to me? For all those months you wasted pushing me away, instead of running and hiding from me?" You stood your ground, reached for her waist, turning her around to face you. She couldn't look you in the eyes. With one hand, you cupped her cheek to make her look up at you. She reads your eyes. Eyes filled with love and affection.

"Why? Why me? Why not the others?" She had this begging tone in her voice, but there was also relief.

A gasped and a finger pointing to the sky caught everyone's attention, fireworks. You and Lady Lesso turned around to watch the wonderful show.

"Because I'd choose you over everyone." With that, you sealed it with a kiss that was long overdue. Speaking of perfect timing, the door of the castle opened and all of the Nevers and Evers applauded, and whistled for both of you. You broke the kiss a shy Lady Lesso hid her face in your neck and wrapped her arms around you, which you return.

"I guess, it's never too late for a happily ever after for a villain." You whisper in her ear, which made her look at you. The fireworks reflecting on her eyes and skin.

"I guess, you're right." She smiled and you leaned in for another kiss.

[taekookielove0130]

I Have A Wish. (Jjk x Yn One shot)

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (Yn)

Word Count: 6.7K+

⚠️ Warnings: Jungkook's Thighs, sexual content(18+) Minors 🙏 stay away

💓Genre: Smut and fluff.

Synopsis: The second month after when you start dating, Jungkook takes you to meet his parents, and that night, a wish of yours comes true...

*Reposted after editing. Contains minor changes*

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You check the clock to see that it's 4:30. 'Oh, God. I hope he isn't late today...' You think to yourself just when you hear the doorbell ring. You run hurriedly to open it and immediately hug your boyfriend who's standing there with a paper bag in his hand. His other hand goes around your waist, and he pulls you in, and you sigh at the comfort the simple gesture causes in you.

You feel his smile on your shoulder just when you remember, and you pull away asking him, "Did you get the wine? "

He simply hands over the bag, sees you moving fast across the room packing everything you need to take, and says, "Yes, I did. "

"Okay. I've packed the flowers, the cookies we made, and..." You recite, absent-mindedly counting on your fingers the things you already packed.

"YN." You hear him softly call out.

And you immediately ask him, "Did I miss anything?"

With a frown on your face and scrunch up your eyebrows in concentration that he finds cute. After thinking for 5 minutes straight, you realize that you packed everything and turn to face him from where he's sitting on the couch and ask him with a frown on your face, "What?"

You watch as he opens his arms and hooks his fingers at you in a gesture of, "Come here. " and your legs automatically move towards him.

You stand in front of him and yelp when you suddenly feel his hands loop around your waist and pull you down. You fall in his lap and clutch onto his shoulders helplessly as he hugs you tight. You feel yourself relax and sigh, realizing why he hugged you.

You and Jungkook have been dating for two months, and today, his parents have invited you to their home for dinner. You were meeting his parents in person! You had spoken to his mom over the phone countless times, and you knew both his parents were good people who loved, valued, and treasured Jungkook, but you couldn't help the way you felt.

You were anxious about meeting his parents, and you couldn't change the way you tirelessly kept arranging and rearranging the things you had to take to meet them. His touch on your cheek brings you out of your musings as he slowly pulls away. Cupping your face in both hands, he looks you in the eye and says, "Jagiya, relax. It's just my parents. You know that they won't eat you, don't you?" He jokes, offering you his bunny smile, and you feel a smile growing on your face in response to his.

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm just too nervous because I haven't seen them before. " You admit with a sigh, then continue "Okay let's just check if we have everything once, and then we're good to go."

He chuckles in response and says, "You've already checked it like, 5 times. Are you sure you wanna check it again?"

You roll your eyes in response and slap his playfully on the shoulders but can't hide the smile on your face. You stand to go, but he pulls you back, making you fall on him. Before you even have a chance to react, he places his lips on yours, kissing you softly. You feel his hands go under your soft summer dress and up to rest on your stomach. You stare, narrowing your eyes at him, and he pinches your waist in response. Your eyes widen comically, and you gasp, giving him the perfect opportunity to sneak his tongue inside your mouth, turning your gasp into a soft moan. You shut your eyes, enjoying the sensations, and a few moments later, the need for oxygen breaks you apart from him. You rest your forehead against his and close your eyes for a moment before you have to face reality...

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Yn PoV:

"Are you ready?" Jungkook asks me as we are both standing on their doorstep, and I'm shifting my feet. I give him a nervous smile and close my eyes, taking a deep breath before I entwine my fingers through his and say, "As ready as I'll ever be."

The door opens right at that moment and there stands a woman who looks about 30 years old but I know better. I recognize her as Jungkook's mom from the pictures he has shown me. She's wearing an apron above her dress and has hair falling out of her bun but still manages to look impeccable in the satin blue gown she's wearing. She's petite but has an aura of confidence in the way she's presenting herself.

I bow to her with a smile and then watch as Jungkook gives a wide smile and opens his arms for a hug and expect her to hug him tight. But instead, Mrs. Jeon shocks me by slapping him lightly on the shoulder and turning to engulf me in a warm hug that I didn't expect.

"Ah." Jungkook shouts. I meet his eyes above Mrs. Jeon's shoulder and see his eyes filled with happiness as his face conveys playful anger directed toward his mom. I give him a genuine smile that comes from my heart and slowly wrap my hands around her frame. A few moments pass before I feel Mrs. Jeon pull away. 

She gives me a soft smile, pats my hair, and then lets out an excited squeal and claps. "I've always wanted a daughter, you know. Now I regret giving birth to a baby boy like this pabo here more than ever." She says turning to glare at Jungkook. She holds his ear and pinches it making him wince and shout out, "Ah, ma!"

"Hmm. That's me! You remembered that just now, huh? I've been begging you to come visit and the only reason you come here is that your girlfriend wanted to. If not for Yn, I don't think you would have come today either. " She says glaring at him angrily.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll visit regularly after this. Please forgive me." He says giving her his puppy eyes and I know he has won. His puppy eyes can get even the hardest stone to melt!

Mrs. Jeon leaves his ear and then pats his head twice as her eyes soften. She pulls him into a tight hug similar to the one she just gave me and I see Jungkook's eyes glistening with tears. That's when I realize that he got his ears pierced 3 days ago. My eyes widen and I open my mouth to tell Mrs. Jeon but Jungkook just shakes his head, giving me a teary smile. He then buries his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent and I watch as she gently combs her fingers through his hair.

Just when I think my poor heart can't handle a sight filled with so much love, I'm once again engulfed in a warm hug but this time it's masculine. It's a hug of protection and trust that I receive from Jungkook's father. Moments later, I pull away and bow to him.

"Good evening, Mister Jeon." I say and he replies by saying, "Good evening. But please dear, call me Ajusshi. 'Mr. Jeon' just makes me feel too old." mimicking a disgusted expression. " "That's right. You can call us Ajusshi and Ajumma or instead appa and eomma just like jungkook does. No formal titles, please." Mrs. Jeon agrees and I lower my head responding with a flustered, "I'll call you the way jungkook does." I witness another heartwarming moment as Mr. Jeon pulls Jungkook into a hug similar to what he gave me. I see the way Jungkook's face conveys pure bliss. I don't think the day can get any more perfect and look forward to the evening ahead.

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JK Pov:

"Will you stop looking at me or do you want to kill me with that look?" I ask playfully as Yn smirks at me. We had a wonderful time at my parents' and we promised to return the next week for a visit. Now I'm driving us home and Yn has been eyeing me like eye candy for the past 20 minutes which, at any other time would have me smirking but right now, I'm more worried about our safety as her attention has me distracted.

I'm shaken out of my thoughts as she moves towards me and places her hand on my chest saying, "You're my boyfriend. I believe I have" and then kisses me on my chest "all. The. Rights. To. Stare. At. You. " punctuating each word with a kiss. She then continues kissing her way up my shoulder and afraid to drive, I pull up at the nearest place.

"Okay. Now you got all my attention." I say after I turn off the car, unlock my seat belt and push my seat backward to make space for her. She places her hands on each of my shoulders and I look at her with a confused gaze.

Giving me a smirk, she shifts over so that she's sitting on my lap, straddling my thighs and facing me. I smirk right back at her and decide to simply watch, and she doesn't disappoint me. She glides her hands above my chest and over my shoulders, pulling me closer by tugging at the lapels of the shirt I'm wearing. She raises a little to place an open-mouthed kiss on my forehead and I close my eyes, feeling the love soak through our skin from her kiss. I grip her waist as I feel her softly kiss each of my eyelids and then descend.

Just when I think she's about to kiss my cheeks, she moves to the left and places an open-mouthed kiss on my left earlobe, right where I got the piercing. She then moves right and repeats the action and I feel her tears drop onto my cheeks. My eyes shoot open and I watch her teary eyes as she kisses me softly on my nose. I wipe her tears away from her face but wait patiently till she's done kissing my cheeks and chin before I take control. Pushing forward, I pull her as close as physically possible and connect our lips, softly moving mine against hers.

She responds by sliding her shaking hands to my shirt and tugging me closer and I feel my heart skip a beat. I push my tongue against her plump lips and she responds by opening her mouth meeting my tongue with hers. We pull apart to breathe in and the next second we're connected again, lips clashing, teeth gnawing and tongue battling with no knowledge of who truly initiated the kiss. She moves her hands to my hair and tugs as I move my hands below her dress and up into it. My cold hands meet her soft, warm stomach and she shivers, moaning softly into my mouth.

We kiss and kiss till we're both panting and can't anymore. We pull apart and I rest my forehead against hers, giving her a soft smile. Our eyes meet again, and I chuckle at the way she looks. With lips swollen from our kissing and my biting, chestnut curls disheveled from my hands combing through them and chest heaving, she looks like an angel that has fallen from heaven just for me, and at moments like the one right now when I hold her in my arms, I feel like the luckiest man ever. She pulls away with a sigh and tries to go back to her seat, but I don't let her.

She looks at me with a confused expression and I smile at her, gently tugging her back into the seat. I make her sit straddling my lap, facing me with her legs comfortably placed on either side of my seat, and hug her close before readjusting the position of my seat. I look back at her and smirk at her shocked expression as she realizes.

"I don't want to let you go. Hug me a little while longer, please?" I ask and she giggles before hugging me and hiding her face in my chest. I smile at her head and start the car, driving us home.

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I park our car in the garage and look down to see her sleeping peacefully. She looks like a baby and I'm almost tempted to take her to our bedroom and spend time creating such cute creatures. I unlock the seat belt and adjust her position so that I can lift her properly. I carry her bridal style and remove her makeup before changing us both into a soft set of pajamas.

Right before going back to sleep, Yn hugs me tight and places a sleepy kiss on my lips. "I had a wish to go like that for a looong time. Thanks for being the boy of my fulfilled dreams. " She says and gives me a soft smile that I return. I tuck her in, place a kiss on her forehead and move to turn off the light, and feel her grip my wrist. "Please stay. " she pleads and I smile, saying, "I'm not going anywhere."

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Inspiration, you ask? THIS!

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"The Unseen Pages of Bridging Time and Hearts"

{This is the longest fic I have ever written and I blame it all on you guys lol. So this fic took a long time to make as I already have it made around when it was just 2k words but you''ll see how long it took. anyway, Here's what I promised, A New Jeans Danielle one shot}

[word count: 12k words]

New Jeans Danielle x Reader.

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"Hey do you think this is a joke? What do you think this is? A fanfiction?"

"But sir I-"

"Enough. I don't like this script. Get out."

"But Sir-"

"Get out!"

He threw the paper that you worked hours on and even loss sleep on. It broke your heart how he just simply threw the paper to the trash bin with no consideration on the effort you exhilarated on. You sighed and just took the crumbled paper at the trashbin and walked away. It has always been like this with you.

Countless times of trying to get into the scriptwriting scene was your lifetime goal but the ultimate dream was to bring that original story of yours to life. But reality keeps slapping you in the face of harsh truth. It's like nobody understands your creativity. Your genre was simple, it was romance. No harem, no love triangle, just pure romance and character development yet director's and companies prefer romance that focuses on toxic relationships and red flags. Sometimes you question how people like this kind of things when in reality, it's pathetic and just straight up self suffering.

Their perception wasn't what you liked but you wouldn't dare to shift your genre to that. You were an old head type of writer but the struggles are real. Your legs made you arrive at your sanctuary, the cafe library of the old maiden. Yup, that was the name of the establishment considering it was the oldest building in the city. As you pushed through the door, you were immediately greeted by the aroma of the books and coffee. But seeing the sign that has been plastered on the walls once again reminded him of how cruel life is.

"Hey, So hows the interview? Did your story got accepted?"

In the counter of the cafe stood one the barista and librarian of the place. She was also a good friend to you as you sat down to your usual seat with a frown on your face.

"Like the usual Yuqi. nothing, they hated it and even crumbled it straight to the trash."

Your devastate look and sadness was evident from a far. Yuqi being the best friend she is, made your favorite drink, a latte as she grabbed it and sat opposite to you handing you your drink.

"You seem like you need a pick-me-up today Y/n, so here's your favorite drink, a steaming hot latte. Don't worry about it, it's on the house."

Your eyes flickered with gratitude as you took a sip from the steamy hot drink. Its flavor never fails to give him a semblance of comfort and calmness.

"So, on a scale of 1 to Yuqi, how bad was it?"

"Umm if Yuqi is the worst then it's Yuqi-"

"Do you wanna get beat up nerd?"

You chuckled as your raised your arms up in defeat at her. Song Yuqi was older than you but she felt like a friend of your age. Despite the opposite of your personalities, both you and her were able to bond together without any problem. If your gonna add helping her get home after getting drunk is not a problem then yeah, no problem at all.

"Say Yuqi"

"Yeah?"

"Is this place really closing down?"

Yuqi saw the sadness and pain in your eyes as she knows how precious this place was to you. It was your second after all. Since elementary, this has always been your go to place to escape reality and it's harsh situation given to you. You basically know this place at the back of your head or even if someone was to give you a blind fold, you'll easily navigate each part of the place without stumbling or even injuring yourself. This place has become a part of you and knowing that the place is closing made you feel like a piece of you was being torn apart forcefully.

"Yeah, Boss JYP said that the talk with that greedy fat ass didn't work out. And now we only have a month left before this place gets demolishes."

Hearing the word demolished really broke your heart. You weren't ready to say goodbye to the place you call home but life has always been like that to you all the time, unfair. Seeing talented people on TV or on the streets, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by their talents. They were gifted to have such talent and what about you? Life didn't give you anything except the ability to keep failing writing a good story. Perhaps it was your talent to keep failing and failing and never succeeding.

"Honestly Speaking Yuqi, I feel tired already."

Yuqi knows what your pertaining to wasn't physical exhaustion but rather emotional and mental exhaustion. Yuqi stood up and sat next to you patting your head. Her presence alone was enough to calm you down as Yuqi just have that touch that keeps you hold it. But imagine a life without her. It was scary but you had to move on. Yuqi has her own life too and You also have a life to venture out too. Nothing last forever after all.

"Y/n, don't ever look down on yourself. You're a great writer and everyone working here knows that. Heck your high school story about the romance of Jisoo Unnie and her husband was such a good story that the couple have your story in a book. That's how talented you are Y/n. Don't ever keep telling yourself that someone is better than this, or that. Everyone is unique Y/n. "

"But being a writer is harder than it looks Yuqi. I always get looked down upon, people keeps telling me that writing will not lead me to success and more importantly, Writing made me feel like the perfect target for bullies and people who has strong connections. Who am I to stop that when I myself is just a piss poor no good writer who-"

Yuqi flickered your forehead with her fingers as a stinging pain ran across your head. You placed a hand on your forehead.

"Ouch…"

"You deserve that cause you're doubting yourself again. How many times do I have to tell you that you shouldn't feel worried about what other think of you. If you happy doing what you love then nothing else matters."

Her words pierced through you. You have always loved writing because your imagination can cover up the reality that you hate. It becomes a gateway to happiness for you but writing haven't really loved you like how much you love it. Sometimes the things that you love really just don't love you back. And this rejection you experience was really the end of writing. Perhap writing wasn't really up for you at all. Maybe your just not cut out for it and you're just what people call as "average joe".

"I don't know Yuqi, this rejection really felt heavy to me honestly speaking. Maybe… Maybe writing really isn't it for me."

Yuqi was really now getting to start feel worried for you. She has never seen you this heartbroken before and worse, you seemed like you're ready to give up wiriting as a whole. The whole thing that made you who are today and you're thinking about quitting. Yuqi sighed as she hugged you. Her embrace was warm and protective of you as you couldn't help but tear up.

"Y/n, life hasn't always been preety fair to everyone for us. But believe me, when shit happens, it happens for a reason. You got rejected not because your a terrible writer but the director just doesn't see your vision. The lines don't connect, you get what I'm saying? "

"Y-Yeah…"

"Y/n, I have known you since you were high school and giving up isn't your thing. You even finished reading a novel worth 780 pages in a month. Some people would have given up by that amount of pages but you didn't. Remember that?"

A small smile appeared on your face recalling the time you finished that book. The memories of Yuqi, Jisoo and Jackson all smiling and celebrating your accomplishment on finishing that book made you smile. The good times was still there and it all happened in this establishment.

"Y-Yeah I do.."

"No can do that except you Y/n. Sometimes, doing what you like and love isn't always a guarantee to be successfull. You have to fall to realize how much you want that goal is. I trust you Y/n, I know, in my heart that you'll get that Story that everyone will talk about for the ages. "

This is the magic of Yuqi. This is what she always do to you. Keeping you motivated and keeping that fire rolling in you but deep down, this was one of the reason why you liked her romantically. But despite that, the fear of rejection and realizing her desire guy was the complete opposite of you. That day was still fresh from your memory as you will never ever forget that day.

You were in highschool that day was the day you were visiting the Cafe like usual. At that point, books and Yuqi was the reason why you keep visiting that place unlike today where the cafe was your second home. During that day, Yuqi decided to do her usual teasing with you as both you watches the TV. The TV was one of the features of the Cafe before to attract customers and your eyes widen in surprise to see your favorite Author on screen. A big smile appeared on your face but then it was suddenly replaced by shock, surprised, and horror.

His once popular image to the public suddenly turned sour immediately after revealing that he was dating someone so young at the age of 20 when he himself is 38 years old. The TV anchors display the dissapointment of his fans showing disgust and anger towards this Action. But what really caught your attention is the disgusted expression of Yuqi on your favorite Author who you considered as your idol. Yuqi clearly show her disgust as she looked at you and asked you a question you weren't prepared to answer.

"Is he one of those authors you admire?"

Honestly speaking, you are a big fan of his but saying that infront of Yuqi, the person that you liked would surely create a bridge between you two. Not only that people all over the café library show their disagreement on this one.

"N-No, Why would I support someone who's dating someone so young."

"Exactly right? Like I wouldn't date anyone younger than me even if it's just one year."

That was the bullet that really shot your heart. Yuqi was 6 years older than you and hearing those words come out of her mouth really made you think if you should continue this kind of admiration. But perhaps the most important here that happened is how you realized that in love, the view of society also plays a part.

Going back to the past was always fun but not this. You sighed and pulled away from Yuqi as you gave her a smile. Despite you smiling, you were still confused and lost on what you need to do now.

"Thank you Yuqi. You really know how to keep me motivated"

Yuqi, feeling proud of herself chuckled as she stood up from your side and returned to the counter as customers began to pile up. With your mind still clouded with so many thoughts, you decided to leave your sanctuary and walk wherever your feet takes you. The rumbling and dark clouds tells you what was next to come. You pulled out your umbrella on your small sling bag as you walked. The rain poured down leaving people in shambles yet you were unbothered as you walked with no goal destination.

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"Damn it Hanni, you really have to be absent today just when you have my umbrella huh?"

Danielle said to herself as she began to run away from the rain with her red filecase covering her but that wasn't enough to really cover her from the rain. But fortune was on her side as she was able to create a few space before the rain drops on her. Even though with her legs, mother nature proved why she's a force to be wreckon with. The rain poured down all at once suprising Danielle as this caught her off guard.

"Fucking hell! Argh, just why-ah? Is that Sunjun? Thank god he has an umbrella."

Danielle spotted a familiar guy as she rushed towards the guy as she placed an arm around his shoulder. As she smiled happily finally getting cover against the rain.

"Good thing you're here Sunjun-eh?"

Danielle stop midway seeing that her so though friend was you all along. A blush of embarrassment appeared on her face as she realized that she embarrassed herself big time.

"You're so screwed Danielle. You big dumbass! How can you not tell this guy wasn't Sunjun!"

She was cursing herself in her mind as you notice the blush on her cheeks and her weird facial expression that you couldn't describe but was funny. But what caught your eyes are the wetness of her hair and uniform indicating that she was soaked by the rain. Being the timid person, you were the first one to apologize as you wanted to get out of this awkward situation.

"I'm s-sorry."

You said to which Danielle apologized as well.

"N-No, I should be the one apologizing. I mistook you for someone."

You kinda felt sad for the girl since it was raining as it was apparent that she forgot her umbrella. Your heart beat raced in nervousness as you decided to offer your umbrella on her instead.

"Y-You can have my umbrella."

"Huh?"

Using the confusion of Danielle, you gave her your umbrella as both of you looked at each other eye to eye. There, Danielle felt a strange spark that traveled through her eyes and through her brain. You were the same and it was really strange. But not wanting to make things more awkward, you used your shoulder bag to cover your head as you walked away. Danielle felt surprised by your action as there wasn't many people who would do such kindness to a stranger especially her who made a huge embarrassing mistake on you. She felt both a mix of happiness and guilt as before she could lose sight of you, she called you out.

"Hey"

You stopped on your tracks as Danielle approached you covering you with your own umbrella as Danielle said

"Let's share your umbrella instead? I…I feel bad seeing you get soaked because of me."

You weren't really expecting this kind of gesture from a stranger as you haven't encountered people who was actually kind to you Considering your timid nature. But Danielle's sincere smile was honest and declining her offer wouldn't only bring problems for you. So you nodded your head as Danielle closed the gap between you two. Amidst the rain, you were sharing an umbrella with someone and it was quite uncomfortable with you.

But it seems like fate has more plans for you. The drizzle that was happening only got stronger as Danielle immediately noticed this.

"Ah Damn rain. Come on Oppa, let's hurry up and take cover on a shelter."

Danielle grabbed your hand surprising you. You couldn't say a thing as Danielle dragged you quicker than you could react to it. It was quite funny how a High schooler like Danielle, was able to push you around despite you being older. But you brushed that though aside for now as your goal was to find a shelter in the rain. But it wasn't that long when the two of you took shelter on a convince store.

The cashier didn't mind your two entering the store at this kind of weather as it was understandable given by the current situation both you and Danielle had. Danielle, a little soaked in the water couldn't help but chuckle in dismay for her clothes.

"Welp, there goes tomorrow's uniform."

Her accent gave way to you that she wasn't a fully fluent korean speaker but guessing her accent, you were for sure she was Australian.

"Ah, by the way Oppa, I'm grateful for you sharing your umbrella with me"

She bowed towards you to which you just waved off.

"I-It's nothing really. I mean, both of us don't want to get wet right?"

You chuckled awkwardly not knowing if what you said was the correct one but your gaze captured the cashier giving you a weird look. You immediately shook your head at him hoping that he'll realized that you were not doing anything malicious to the girl. After all, You promised yourself that you wouldn't date any girl younger than you as Society wouldn't approve it and you didn't want your reputation, who's already at a bad one, go down further in the drain.

"I mean I guess your right about that Oppa. Hmmm, I am in debt to you after all so….."

Danielle looked around the convinient store and realized that she could pay her debt to you immediately. She wasn't found of being in debt to others as she would rather pay them immediately as soon as possible and right now, she was at the right time and right place.

"So why don't I treat right here Oppa? I don't the rain would stop soon anyway."

You wanted to refuse knowing that the stare of the cashier only got sharper as sweats began to form on your forehead. The words "No" was right infront of your tounge ready to be spoken yet seeing the bright smile and sincerity behind Danielle made your heart battle for what to do. Accepting her offer would only make the Cashier suspicious of you and you don't want anymore weird gazes from people around you, but rejecting her offer wouldnt definitely crush those weird accusations from the cashier but it will definetly crush the poor girls heart in half, or even more.

As you sigh, you made up your mind that Danielle was just too much of a poor soul to make her heart broken in half.

"Sure but let's keep the budg-"

"Yey! Alright, let's grab some cup noodles and some triangle kimbap!"

Danielle energetically went through the aile searching for her favorite Noodles while your trail behind her. Being a college Student, Cup noodles was your go to food with a few occasion of kimbap or Tofu soup but most of the time, it's Cup noodles against the world.

"Sooo.. Oppa, what's your name?"

"Ah, It's Y/n Roh."

"Ohhh, cool name. Mine's Danielle Marsh. Or you can call me Mo Jihye"

"Ah, I see.."

"So what school do you attend to?"

Danielle opened up the conversation between the two of you as you weren't the person to start a converse to begin with.

"Oh, Umm, I study at Tokki University"

"Oh wow My dream University! So what course are you on?"

"Ummm..Business Management.."

"Ohhh, So Oppa wants to run a drug empire?"

You widen your eyes as your mouth hanged open by the words spoken by Danielle. Seeing your face made the girl laigh her ass out.

"Hahaha, Did I leave you 'asking for more?' get it? Cause drug addicts tends to ask more if there's no more drugs. Get it?"

She smiled innocently as your thoughts began to ask if Danielle's humor was the humor of the youth. If so, then a small shiver ran down your spine as imagining the youth to be like this scares you. In fact, in general, teenagers scare the living shit out of you.

"Y-Yeah, I get it."

"Hehehe~"

Danielle happily took 2 cup of noddles with her and 2 triangle kimbap as she hummed her favorite song which you immediately recognize. It was the same song that you listen to when wiriting your storeis. Maybe there is a way where the two of you can connect somehow despite the difference of personality.

"That song. That's the song "Hurt" by New Jeans right?"

Danielle smiled brightly and nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Yup, are you a fellow cultured man too?"

"Oh umm. Well I'm not a big fan and all, but I do listen to them time to time especially when I'm writing my stories."

You gasp as your heart starts to beat quicker after realizing what you just uttered. You anticipate seeing embarrassment and a disgusted expression. You were terrified by the numerous occasions when others looked down on you whenever you mentioned your passion, and the only places where you actually felt safe from everyone were with Yuqi and the library cafe. But now that your tongue slipped and, it will be added to the collection of never-ending disgust-

"Woah, an Author. That's so cool!!"

Danielle's sudden enthusiasm made you suprised as you saw her genuine smile and shine on her eyes. You weren't sure if she was acting to not feel weirded by you but observing that spark in her eyes, she was genuinely amazed.

"I-I'm not an author, just a wannabe one.."

"So? That's still cool! I think writing a story based out of your imagination is cool as it is to other amazing sport out there. It's like your living out your fantasies in a book, I personally like that."

Danielle chuckled before heading into the cashier who has been observing your interaction with her. So far, his suspicions has calmed down after seeing how Danielle was enthusiastic to talking with you. Danielle paid for the food and bought her own umbrella now as the two of you took your seat watching the rain infront of the store. You thanked Danielle by her action towards you as Danielle just shrugged it off. She wanted to just say that it was nothing but then a light bulb entered her head. An idea arrived and she was smiling just by thinking of the idea.

"Well Oppa, You can thank me by, letting me see your story. Hehehe."

Danielle was really the opposite of you and perhaps more evil than you thought. Her bright smile turned to a more mischievous one and if you really want to feel gratitude by her action, you have to comply. But there was a dilemma, your book full of stories was left at your apartment and the only story you have is the one that was crumbled down and throwen to the trash earlier. A sense of dissapointment once again appeared on your face and Danielle immediately noticed this.

"I-I mean if you don't wan to then it's okay-"

"No, I'm sorry, I must have shown a depressed expression just now right?"

Danielle nodded her head as her thoughts began to pick up the pieces for what kind of person you are but she can't really build it just yet. The founds for your character in her mind was completely empty from the inside and she needs to find that out more.

"Y-Yeah, Kinda Oppa."

"It's just today, My story was dumped and was simply set aside by the director. Of course submitting a story will always have consequences like this but being constantly getting rejected left and right. It takes a toll on you."

Danielle was quiet as she observes and listens to your ranting. You took a bite of your cup noddles and the warmness of the food really pluck a string on your heart as you bit your lips avoiding yourself from tearing up.

"Sorry, I sounded weird just now."

"Oppa."

"Yeah?"

"Can I see it?"

Danielle expression changed to a more serious expression which was so different from what she was earlier. Somehow, you were getting the director's vibe from her and whenever you were face to face with a director, it always scares you as cold sweat would form on your forehead and hands. You gulped and despite you not wanting to show it after hearing the feedback earlier, you still pulled out your story on your bag and handed it to Danielle.

"I'll read this for the meantime, Oppa, just eat okay?"

Her words didn't felt like her usual giddy tone and it was more like an authoritarian one. You just nodded your head as you ate your cup noddles and Kimbap as your eyes would glance at Danielle who was seriously reading the script of the story with a visible fire in her eyes. After 10 minutes of finishing your food and her seriously reading it throughly, she placed the script down as she glared at you.

"You…."

You gulped in fear as Danielle's sharp gaze shot through your heart. If looks can kill then you would have died on the spot.

"D-Danielle I-"

"You Writing Genius!! How could you make such a fluffy story! Oh my god. The way you wrote the characthers and their own traits-eh? Oppa, are you… Crying?"

You touched your face, and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your cheeks. Perhaps your heart and head joined forces when you realized Danielle had expressed what you had hoped to hear from different directors.

It was so unexpected that you weren't even able to react appropriately before additional tears started to fall and you started to cry with delight. Danielle finally caused the sadness and disappointment that had been building up inside of you to release.

"Ah,umm…what do I do… Think Danielle, Think!"

Danielle was thinking on what she should do to comfort you but her brain ended up giving her two options. One is to give him tissues and let you be or get closer to her you and hug you. Yes, the 2nd option was weird considering that the two of you haven't known each other that long. Going for the first option was the safest option for Danielle but it just didn't sit well with her. She can tell that you have been facing rejection, after rejection, and probably dissapointment too and this just makes her more sadder for you.

"Oh screw it. I'm Danielle Marsh damn it!"

Danielle stood up from her seat as she went to your side pulled you close to her as she hugged you patting your back. You were momentarily surprised by this but the feeling of comfort and warmth from her touch engulf you. You felt safe and protected around her and this somehow calmed you down. Danielle on the other hand couldn't help but feel so sorry for you. Despite you being a college student, in her eyes, you looked like a pure innocent kid who's really genuine with your hobby.

The silence that you two shared was so powerful that you felt a heavy weight off your shoulder dissappear. Danielle on the other hand found you adorable in her embrace as you pulled away wiping a few tears in your eyes. At this point, embarrassment has crept up your mind realizing that you cried into someone's arms without permission as a blush appeared on your cheeks.

"I'm so-sorry Danielle. I didn't mean to suddenly break down infront of you. I just-"

"No need to explain Oppa. It must be hard being a writer huh?"

You nodded your head at her as Danielle chuckled and pulled her chair closer to you with a smile.

"You know Oppa, maybe I can help you create a story that will blow those jerks-I mean directors off the face of the planet."

You blinked your eyes a couple of times after hearing what you just heard from her. Surely she's just telling this to cheer you up-

"And no, I'm not doing this to cheer you up. I genuinely want to help you out Oppa. This is also a way for us to be friends."

"Friends?"

You asked. You genuinely have no friends except Yuqi and the people at the Cafe library. It was hard for you to socialize since nobody was interested in your hobby or you specifically so having someone say they want to be your friend is an experience.

"Umm.. Danielle, I'm not really a good social person and-"

"What are you talking about? We have been literally been talking since earlier. I dont see you being an unsociable person at all."

She was right. You and Danielle were talking for such quite time now and it felt all so natural talking to her. Maybe saying that you were unsociable is just a way to keep people out since Danielle was able to jump her way past that. And perhaps this could be a sign that things would be great moving forward.

"I guess your right Danielle. But, I'm 3 years older than you. Are you sure you wanna be friends with me?"

"What does age have to do with me being your friend? I choose who I wanna be friends with anyway. And I choose you, Y/n Roh Oppa, to be my first College friend. Hehehe~"

Her smile really was full of warmth and if sunshine had a smile, then Danielle have it. Pulling out her phone, she showed her number as you immediately got what she was trying to do. Both of you exchange phone numbers and returned the phone. You checked your contacts and you contact numbers had 1 new one and it's labeled as..

"Danielle the sunshine girl? Why did you write that down?"

"Cause its fun Oppa. Look, I wrote yours as the Y/n Oppa the soon to be star author. See? It's fun cause I believe it."

You chuckled at her as the two of you continued to converse like you two have met in a long time as the rain slowly dissappear. Once it had dissappeared, both you and Danielle left the store as she smiled back at you.

"Well, I'll see you around Oppa. Ah by the way, I might or could possibly send you good morning text or good night text just to make sure your alive. I have a fear that if you don't reply, then that means your dead."

You couldn't help but laugh at her words.

"I don't mind it at all Danielle."

"Great, see you around Oppa, hopefully tomorrow. Bye bye~"

She waved you goodbye as she happily skipped away as you were left confused by the words that came out of her mouth.

"Tommorow? Well, I'm preety much sure I won't meet her until then right?"

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Danielle really sticked by her word as she would never miss a day messaging you sending Goodnights and Goodmorning text. Honestly speaking, you overwhelmed by this type of behavior as you really don't know what to reply to her after she send those messages. But beside that, Danielle was actually a very good friend to you.

A week has passed since that encounter and you two would occasionally meet at the convenient store discussing a new story and if your being honest, Danielle's suggestion was really out of this world and really a Challenge to write in general. But her ideas were those typical romance stories but it's twist and plot progression was really interesting that can keep any readers intrigued of the story. But staying at the convenient store wasn't really ideal for you because of 2 reasons.

The first reason is that the place was very far away from your University and also your apartment. Staying there longer means walking a long time and making you exhausted. Being exhausted makes your body and mind tired to do anything and that wouldn't help you in writing a new story.

The second reason is that the eyes of the people entering the place. You were already afraid of the weird stare the cashier gave you before so having multiple stares at you only makes your more anxious and it also didn't help that Danielle was wearing her uniform and you were wearing your College ID. It really makes you overthink if you were getting canceled but most importantly, you were afraid of what people would think of Danielle. You weren't afraid of your own image but for Danielle? She has a bright future ahead for her and you didn't want to harm that.

So instead of staying at that store, you instead suggested to meet up in your sanctuary, the Cafe library to which Danielle agreed on. She didn't really know where the place was but using Google maps, she memorized where she should go. During the morning of her typical day, Danielle was approached by her 2 friends, Kim Minji and Pham Hanni who wore a mischievous smile on their face.

"So, Danielle, you didn't told us you were into Older guys?"

"Excuse me?"

Danielle was surprised by the question Hanni said as Minji playful nudge Danielle.

"Oh come on. Don't act like you didn't know."

"I'm sorry. But what are you two talking about?"

Danielle was really confused on what her two friends were talking as Hanni and Minji shared a look before they sigh.

"Well, students say that you were seen talking to a college guy in the nearby store in our school"

"And words spread out saying you were dating him"

Both Minji and Hanni said respectively as Danielle realized that they were pertaining to you to which she laughed out loud confusing her two friends.

"Damn, so that's what they say? He's actually a friend of mine and isn't it cool that I have a college friend? It makes me closer to being an adult!"

Danielle's smile made her two friend sigh realizing how pure hearted Danielle once. But that's the reason why many guys want her. She's just really pure at heart and very kind. Some people would say that foreigners wouldn't be able to blend well with locals but Danielle proved them all wrong.

"Well, I mean is he treating you right?"

Minji asked as Danielle nodded her head. The trio were walking home now leaving past the school gate.

"Yup, He's kind of awkward at times but I think it's because of him being just socially awkward. But he's a good guy who likes writing. Isn't that cool? Hsi stories is actually good too."

Hanni chuckled at her remark as she crossed her arms near her chest.

"Sounds like a nerd to me who's not good with people. Dani, seriously, are you even sure that he's what you think he is? What if he's just lying to you pretending to act like that because he wants something more? Predators are a common thing right now and I'm worried for you. "

The words that Hanni said made Danielle stop on her tracks. Was what she said really true about you? Were you just faking it because you want something from her? She thought about it as she recalled all her memories with you and found absolutly nothing that comes to her mind whenever you act weird. Except when you shy away when saying a story idea as she would notice you blush in embarrassment and a small smile would appear on your face. That scene made her smile a little before facing Hanni.

"Hanni, I understand you worrying for me but I know Y/n Oppa isn't like that. He's a good guy. Perhaps too good for this world because of his soft heart and kind behavior. If I were to assume all what you said was true and act different towards him, wouldn't that make me a terrible friend just because I listened and believed to something fake where I clearly know what's right?"

Minji smirked feeling proud of Danielle as she playfully shoved the shoulder of Hanni as Hanni sigh seeing the smirk on Minji's face. If there was one thing that Hanni couldn't stand is seeing Minji with her smug face.

"I'm just saying Dani, I'm not telling you to act differently at him. Just be cautious, that's all I'm saying."

"Well, Honestly speaking, I would rather trust Y/n Oppa than Johan, the uhhh… Star player of our school. And that says a lot cause I have been friends with Johan since freshmen and I just can't trust him than Y/n Oppa. If you would meet him and spend time with him, you'll realize that being simple is fun."

Danielle smiled before continuing to walk ahead as Minji shook her head at Hanni.

"You know that Danielle is a good judge of character right?"

"Yeah, I know that girl, it's just that I'm worried for her."

Hanni was a great friend with Danielle as the trio would basically would do everything together and their bonds goes beyond friendship. It almost felt like they were real life siblings, taking care of each other, teasing each other, and always loving each other so of course, Hanni would be worried for her friend.

"Hanni, remember that time Danielle warned you about dating Jay Lee or even Theo Song even though she just saw them with one glance?"

"Well yeah, How could I forget that. If I didn't listen to Danielle then I would be doing drugs right now or even worse, a young mother."

"See, Danielle immediately saw those from afar just by seeing those guys. Trust her Hanni, She knows what she's doing and if she trust that Y/n guy, Then we should believe her."

Hanni, sighed as she looked over at Danielle who was a few feet ahead of them walking. She really loves Danielle and want nothing more for her happiness. So if Danielle thinks that your trust worthy then she will too.

"Alright, If Danielle says so then so be it."

"That's the spirit. Alright, let's catch up to Danielle."

The two girls caught up with Danielle as they began to talk about their school experience on this day as their day ended with smiles and laughter but for Danielle, her day ended with thrill and excitement as she was eager to meet you tomorrow on a great relaxing place. As if time was moving fast, the next day quicker than expected.

The duo of Minji and Hanni noticed the bored and exhausted look on Danielle as they approached her during their break time.

"Hey Dani, you seem out if it. You alright?"

Minji said with her soft voice to which Danielle respond with a soft chuckle.

"Yeah I'm fine. It's just that I couldn't sleep last night cause I was excited to meet him to that Cafe library in the city."

Hanni nodded her head but also was curious on why she would meet you there.

"Isn't that place gonna get demolished in a few weeks? Why there anyway?"

"Well it's what he says. Beside, I always wanted to visit that place in a long time now so yeah."

Hanni and Minji nodded their head as they were already familiar with that place anyway. There wasn't any suspicious activity there and it was rather calming there to any supposed any areas around the city.

Danielle wished nothing more for the final bell to ring as her bright smile was plastered on her face ready to beat anyone who leaves the school gate. As the final bell rang, Danielle bursted through the door leaving a few trails of smoke behind her as Hanni and Minji laughed seeing how Danielle acted. Danielle was the first to leave the school gate and as she was out of the gate, she catched her breath and began to walk towards the cafe library. The place wasn't that far from her school but she made sure to call you.

"Oppa, I'm already seeing the place. Where are you?

"Ah, just enter the cafe, you'll immediately see me

"Oh Okay, see you soon Oppa~

"Ah yeah see you-Yah, Yuqi. It's not like that!

The call ended leaving her in a state of confusion as she was able to hear a girl's voice through the phone. She questioned herself if you were with another person besides her but she just brush that off and thought that you had other friends there. But their was an uneasy feeling on her part that she can't clearly explain. Her smile that was present immedietly dissappearred when she heard you say Yuqi. A mix of sadness, dissapointment, curious, and worry was what the feeling was.

She arrived at the place and the first thing that caught her attention was the calming vibe the place had. It's ambience was out of this world as customers and students were in the place discussing something and at the same time reading books.

"Woah, this place is cool!"

"Ah, Danielle, over here."

She heard that familiar voice over and her smile was immediately back on her face as she saw you sitting on your favorite table but this time, there was an extra seat for her as she made her way towards you all smiles.

"Hey Y/n Oppa. Did you wait too long? I'm sorry I took my time it's just that I kinda got lost for a bit."

You chuckled at her words as she took a seat opposite to you. It wasn't your first time having someone to talk to in the cafe but it surely was your first time talking to a friend outside of the cafe infront of you.

"It's fine. I just got here as well. By the way, Do you drink coffee or you're to young for it-"

"Yah, Oppa. How many times do I have to tell you that I'm adult already."

You softly laughed and Danielle found it weird that for the first time, she heard you laugh without any awkwardness in them. It sounded so pure and happy like there was no lie in your laughter as this caught Danielle off guard. She was used to you being all shy and timid even when talking or laughing so being able to hear your true laugh really made her frozen to her feet.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. So what drink would you like?"

"O-oh Ummmm..do they have like a hot chocolate here?"

"Yup they do have. Should I order it to be the special type?"

Danielle turn her head to the side a bit as a look of confusion was written on her face.

"Special type? What's that?"

"Well it's like the drink got upgraded. Instead of a normal hot choco drink, they would add up whip cream, some marshmallows, and finally some crushed oreo cookies."

Just by hearing your words, Danielle's mouth was foaming that she had to gulp down her saliva to control herself.

"Yeah, I would like that."

"Alright, Let me order it real quick. Hold on."

You left your table to order your drink as Danielle looked around the place. She found the place really relaxing an it's aesthethics were really her taste. She really doesn't understand why someone would demolish this place when it's better than any cafe she visited before. But as much as she wants to admire the place, her eyes landed on you talking, smiling and even laughing whole heartedly to a small girl on the counter. That mixture of feelings was once again in the pits of her stomach and she didn't like it one bit.

Her eyes tried to look away from it but it felt like her eyes just keeps on locking gazes with you and that girl. She spent a few good chunks of minutes staring at you and the girl but immediately looked away when you walked back at the table with your orders at hand. You handed Danielle her drink as you sat back on your seat.

"You seem like a regular here Oppa. You seem close with the staff here."

Danielle said as you nodded your head. The proud feeling took over your body knowing this place was your second home and everyone here was like a family to you.

"Yeah, you could say this is my second home and silent sanctuary. I have been here since the start of the place. I'm gonna miss them when this place gets shut down"

"Even the girl?…."

"Huh?"

Danielle widen her eyes realizing that her mouth just went into pilot mode saying that stuff that was on her mind. You on the other hand didn't really hear what she said so were confused on what she was saying.

"What are you talking about Danielle?"

"Oh uh.. Umm.. I.. I was talking about the book! Y-Yeah the book here. T-The girl who missed the book."

"There's a book like that?"

You asked as Danielle gulped a little trying desperately to escaped her situation she placed herself in. She nodded her head but at the same time, stirred the conversation to another direction hoping to bury this one in the dirt.

"A-Anyway Oppa. Any ideas you have for your new story?"

You smiled happily and took out your notebook showing her the titles you had in mind and it's plot. You explained each story and so far, Danielle all loved it but one story is what really got her hooked up.

"This story about a girl in the past and a boy in the present meeting up in the present timeline. I like this one. It's unique, it's interesting and the ending is quite realistic. I love this one. Shall I give you some possible plot Ideas Oppa?"

"I would love to Danielle."

Your genuine smile caught her off guard as she looked down, a small tint of pinkness appearing there as she tries to contain her happiness. This afternoon spending time with you was so different than the times you would meet up with her in the store. She wasn't sure if it was because of your in a familiar territory or if it's because you're really just shining whenever your doing your hobby.

Danielle began writing down her plots as Yuqi arrived smiling and greeting the two of you.

"So how's the drink Y/n?"

"Oh Yuqi, it's the best ever, like always."

Danielle looked up and she saw the girl that you were talking to and she can tell that she was the same girl earlier on the call as her voice has been imprinted on her mind. She noticed how the two of you acted so close and that mix feeling again appeared but this time, it annoyed her.

"Ah, by the way Yuqi, this is Danielle. A friend of mine."

Danielle looked up smiling as usual as Yuqi smiled and greeted her as well.

"Nice to meet you Danielle. A friend of Y/n is also a friend of mine. So make yourself at home okay?"

"Ah, Yes Unnie."

But as soon as the greetings ended, Danielle couldn't help but glance up her notebook seeing how comfortable, happy, and bright you were talking to Yuqi and seeing the response of Yuqi towards you, it made her feel more annoyed and confused. This feeling was such a mystery for her and it also intrigues her. Whenever you would talk about Yuqi, Danielle just stop functioning and her grip on the pen would tighten up and it eventually broke in half snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Oh no my pen…."

"It's alright Danielle, I have mine right here."

You pulled out one of your ballpen towards her but instead of just handing it to her, your hand touched with hers as you gave the ballpen.

"You really need to be careful Danielle, Ballpen lives matter too."

You softly chuckled at your words yet Danielle was lost staring at your hand. It was her first time having someone else hold her hand like this and it send Shockwave all over her Body. That mix feeling she was feeling immediately dissappeared in an instant when you're hand touched hers. She noticed her heart beating faster now and she could feel her cheeks turning hotter by the second.

Was she sick?

Did she get an unknown sickness along the way?

Is she gonna be alright?

These questions appeared on her head making her unable to focus on the plots anymore. It also didn't help that time moved faster as they left the cafe with Danielle dissapointed in herself not being able to be productive with you.

"I'm sorry Y/n Oppa, I couldn't focus much today"

She looked down embarrassed but you just smiled softly and patted her head. Just like how your hand touches hers earlier, her heart began to beat faster and this got her excited somehow.

"It's fine Danielle. What's important is that we were able to start a story together. So I don't think this day was wasted."

Your bright smile really can captive even the strongest warrior's as Danielle was that warrior. Now she was weak towards you. You picked up a taxi for her as she was suprised.

"Oppa, I can walk."

"No can do Danielle, It's night time now and I won't risk you walking away in this time. I would rather want to send you home safe. Don't worry, I already paid the taxi on my phone so just messaged me when you arrive home okay?"

Danielle was now confused. Were you really the same timid Y/n she met a week ago cause right now, you were stirring her heart and thoughts out of control. She thanked you as you wathc her leave the scene with you waving at her goodbye. Today's meeting really left you wondering if Danielle's pick was the best story for you.

"I better review the plot she made tonight."

You trusted Danielle after all so you have full trust that this story of yours will work out in the end. As you walked home, Danielle was at the taxi cab thinking of what feeling her heart was feeling when you offered her a taxi home. It was weird, it was confusing and at the same time, it was a nice feeling to have.

"I gotta ask Minji and Hanni tomorrow, I'm sure they have an answer to that"

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"You're Jealous."

"What?"

Hanni clarified herself after Danielle described what she felt yesterday on seeing you interacting with Song Yuqi. Minji chocked on her drink after she heard Hanni said those words.

"Hanni, That's impossible. Danielle just met the guy a week ago. There's no way Danielle likes him that quick. Right Danielle?"

"Y-Yeah. Isn't love suppose to take time?"

Hanni sighed and shook her head. If there was someone who has expertise when it comes to love then Hanni was that person.

"Haven't you been spending every afternoon with him since meeting him? Don't tell me that isn't enough time for something to develop? Love sometimes can be unexpected at times and right now, Danielle, Your in love with him."

Danielle gulped down her anxiety. Hanni can be crazy at times but surely, she's wrong right?

"N-No, that's impossible Hanni.."

"Dani, face it. Your in the stage of denial right now. But if you really wanna know. Why don't you go and visit him and see what you feel when he interact with that friend of his."

Danielle is no longer able to talk. Hanni's explanation of her feelings helped her to come to the correct conclusion. Love is a complicated emotion that differs from person to person, and Danielle isn't sure what type of love she is feeling for you right now. Was that love? Pity? Inspiration? Or the most straightforward: She loves you. As the day went by, her thoughts kept returning to those queries. As she walked out of the school, she felt as like she was wandering aimlessly, wondering herself, "Do I really love him?" But as she turned to face the cafe library, she began to feel as though her legs had a consciousness of their own.

"Why am I even here-"

Her words was stopped when she saw you smiling, laughing with Yuqi. The two of you felt like the world was only yours and nothing else mattered. Danielle's gaze was just focused on that one person, You.

She had her palm firmly clutched on the hem of her skirt and her eyes were more alert than usual because she could see how tactile Yuqi was with you, and the worst part was that you seemed to be loving it. Naturally, Yuqi was introduced to her as one of your pals as well, but their bond was worlds apart from hers. In contrast to her, Yuqi seems like a girl who fits you. Danielle, on the other hand, was still a student, young, occasionally immature, and kidding about.

It hurt her to experience this kind of emotion since her heart was being yanked back. It might have hurt earlier to have such a large cut on her, but this was worse. Her mind rang with the earlier remarks of Hanni. She eventually caught a glimpse of you and another girl. She…

"I hate it…."

Danielle softly said as she took a deep breath in. And entered the cafe. She didn't want to lose and she was a competitive girl. Once she focused on something, she won't ever stop until she achieved it. And right now, her goal is have your attention, just for her. Only her.

"Oh Y/n. That plot is really good. But do you-"

"Hey Y/n Oppa~"

Danielle entered their chat as you and Yuqi both turned to see the smiling Danielle. You waved your hand at her while returning her smile. You weren't actually expecting her, but now that you've shown her around, it was only a matter of time until she started coming here more frequently. But this time, something about Danielle was different. She chose to sit next to you rather than across from you, purposely cutting Yuqi off and surprising her.

"O-Oh, Well I gotta do my shift now Y/n. See you two later."

You laughed and nodded your head at Yuqi as she went away with a wink. Danielle was enraged to witness Yuqi flirting with you as her love for you burned hot. She was filled with jealousy and want your undivided attention. Danielle closes the distance between you by doing something unconventional, surprising you in the process.

"W-Woah, is there something on my face Danielle?"

"Clean face, no lipstick on your neck, your perfume seems like your perfume, no female hair on your clothes. Your cleared."

Danielle sat back as you blinked twice not knowing why Danielle suddenly got close to your face. It was weird seeing Danielle up close as she kinda looks preety.

You slapped your mental self just by thinking that thought.

"Have you gone mad Y/n!?! That's Danielle! An 18 year old girl! You're 21 and you shouldn't say those stuff! You disgusting fteak!"

You tormented yourself but even before you can curse yourself up, Danielle once again got closer to you and this time, she grabbed your hand and asked a silly question that got your wondering. What is Danielle doing?

"Oppa, my hand kinda hurts. Can you guide my hand in writing the plot? I really want to finish this chapter 2 summary."

"A-Ah, Su-Sure…"

With your hand above hers, you felt a sense of warmth and softness from her hand and this got you blushing a little. It was your first time holding a girl's hand and it made your heart beat faster. But that was shut down immediately as you again realized that Society will label you as a disgusting bastard since Danielle is still young and you're an adult.

You chose to ignore this, but as the days passed, Danielle's aggressive devotion for you only became more overt. Sometimes Danielle's teasing makes you blush, other times she holds your hand just because she thinks it's cold when it's warm, other times she sends you good morning messages with heart emojis instead of the usual sun set or sunrise, and lastly there are the times she purposefully cuts off Yuqi with her usual antics, which makes you feel both relieved and worried. You were relieved that Yuqi wouldn't have to disturb your writing flow on a regular basis, but you were also concerned about how Danielle's combative behavior may irritate Yuqi. But that wasn't the case at all.

With the sudden change of Behavior from Danielle, you had to ask her why she's being like this because right now, you were touching dangerous waters. You don't want Danielle to do something she will or you will regret. So meeting up with her on the Cafe like usual, You waited for her but you were also anxious about what would happen to your friendship with her. You didn't want it to end here nor do you also want to change the relationship you have now.

It wasn't that long when Danielle arrived and her attire caught you off guard. Something about her made you stare at her as it wasn't just you who were captivated. Multiple guys and girls were also in awe with how Danielle presented herself. Her usual long hair was cut off to a medium length, a small bun was at the back of her hair and her ends were curled abit showcasing her different beauty. A mature concept if what you call it.

"Oppa~"

Danielle with her signature smile went to you as the stare of the people went to you. You gulped in fear as you always don't feel comfortable with many eyes on you and with Danielle's presence, brought audience. She sat opposite to you but you can see how preety and beautiful Danielle is right now and this really got you nervous. Your mind and heart was torn into two sides on what to pick.

"Danielle, did you cut your hair?"

"Oh, yup. My hair was kinda getting too long and now. I look ugly huh?"

Oh ugly was sure in her dictionary of things as she was looking like a princess unworthy of your time. You ended up gazing on her as Danielle smiled softly with a little blush on her cheeks. This was her plan all along after all. She wants to captivate you and make sure that your attention will only be for her. Taking this opportunity, she changed her seat to be with you as your heart began racing faster and your cheeks was turning redder.

"Say Oppa."

"Y-Yeah?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

You shook your head at her question. Having a hard time communicating with other people was already harder and confessing to Yuqi was close to impossible, so why did she think you even have a slight chance to even have a girlfriend.

"Danielle I need to tell you-"

"Oppa can I go first?"

Danielle's expression changed from her usual bright demeanor to a more anxious and worried expression. You haven't seen this side of Danielle before and somehow, this made you feel bad for her.

"Oppa, ever since I met you, I entered a new world that I didn't know that I would enjoy. Honestly speaking, I wasn't into books and all that but you, you Oppa changed my perspective and I realized how much amazing it is. You helped me enter a new world I would cherish forever. "

The words spoken by Danielle touched your heart. It wasn't everyday that you get complimented by your hobby as most people would just look down on you.

"Danielle, that means a lot to me."

Danielle smiled for a few second before she showed her anxious expression once again. Her hands were sweating bullets but she has to say it now and make her plan to action. With a deep breath she stared at your eyes.

"And I found an amazing friend with me who would show me the beauty of stories and with how the imagination can be used so well for amazing scenarios. I'm forever thankful for you Oppa but, there's a bump, well it was my on bump…"

"Danielle…."

"Oppa, the time we spent together, I'm thankful for that. The times where you would motivate me to do my homework, were you would buy me hot choco for my scores, for always reminding me to do my best but also relax, all of this, made me feel…. Loved."

Her eyes soften and her stare at you wasn't anxious or her usual bright aura. It was something new and your eyes widen in realization that what Danielle is showing to you is the climax expression of your character confessing. In your perspective, this was bad. The dangerous water you desperately want avoid has now entered your space.

"Danielle I-"

"I know Oppa. Your scared of what society would say if you date me right?"

Your soul left your body as Danielle immediately caught your intentions. You didn't know how to react as Danielle chuckled and leaned in closer to you. She caressed your cheeks as her look of love was still plastered on her face but you can also see in her eyes that there was sadness in them.

"I know you wouldn't agree with me and I already know that. But at least for now you know what I feel. Just this once, let me feel happiness."

Danielle closed in on you kissing your forehead. Your heart fluttered not because of the sudden kiss but rather by where she kissed you. She knows that kissing your lips was still an x mark for you so kissing your forehead was the best she can give you. After all, she's gonna leave this place and return to Australia and might not even see you anymore.

Despite how difficult it is for her, she felt powerless over her fate because her objective was home rather than here. She initially detested it and want to leave this location. Her friends have become her haven, you have become her lighthouse of joy, and this has become her home. She made the decision to end on a high note since she didn't want to leave with a shattered heart. She gave her hair a more moderately short haircut to demonstrate that she is prepared to let go and embark on a new life. When they realized their time was short, Minji and Hanni sobbed bitterly, but what about you? None of this was known to you.

Danielle pulled away from you as she wore a bittersweet smile hiding her tears from falling. She knows that this was goodbye and the painful thing for her is that, she couldn't even finish the story with you.

"Goodbye, Oppa."

Danielle stood up and began walking away from the door as you were staring at her picking up the pieces together. Something wasn't adding up with this meeting. Danielle left the Cafe as her tears began to form on her eyes but she kept a strong face as she walked away, biting her lips not wanting to cry out loud.

You were left unable to speak and in a precarious situation. Has Danielle just abandoned you? Has your friendship with her ended? And what did she say as she bid goodbye? All of this was going through your mind, with no answer as Yuqi sat opposite to you with a dissapointed face.

"So why did you make Danielle cry?"

You looked perplexed as you looked up and saw Yuqi.

"What?"

While shaking her head, Yuqi sighed. She had a burning want to punch you right now.

"Danielle just confessed to you right? But to me, that felt like a goodbye gift than a confession."

Your heart sanked hearing what Yuqi said. Was that the missing piece on why nothing added up on Danielle's action? But it's still felt like you're missing something. Something that will connecting everything.

"Listen Y/n. I know Danielle is like 3 years younger than you but are you really going to break her heart just because your afraid of what people will say? Is that it?"

Frustration was evident on Yuqi's voice as you couldn't answer properly. Danielle had always brought a smile to your face no matter what and it was because of her that you felt like your were an important person to someone. It felt like someone cared for you wholeheartedly and accepting who you are as a person.

"I have seen it with my eyes how Danielle really loved you. And you also showed how much you cared for her, more than a friend would do."

Yuqi's comments just keep coming while your head is filled with recollections. As soon as Danielle's warmth and smile entered your mind, your heart began to beat more rapidly. The innumerable occasions when Danielle would reassure you, tease you, motivate you, and even show you that she cared. Did Danielle care about what other people thought after showing you all that?

Absolutely not

The memories you shared with her flooded your memory, making your heart beat more quickly and more quickly. You were only fooled by what people would say; that risky river you keep claiming to avoid isn't actually dangerous; yet in love, love isn't just about doing things. It has to do with the language that the two of you used to express your feelings, and that was the story that both of you created. That was the symbol of your love.

Your long-built wall of defense was breached not by force but rather by Danielle's warm presence in your life. Everything fell into place at this point; you, not Danielle, were the missing link. Everything that transpired in this story was due to your actions, and you now have a significant decision to make.

"Yuqi, I'm sorry for being an idiot. But I gotta go."

Standing up, You dashed away from the door as Yuqi smiled proudly and chuckled.

"When did that guy grow up so fast?"

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Passing by many people, your eyes were just looking for a specific girl. An Australian sunshine girl. You didn't know where to look for her but your heart believed that she was just close by. You don't want to end the story like this. This wasn't what you want the script to end just like. This was the biggest leap of your life and you were gonna make the most of it.

"Danielle! Where are you-"

An angelic soft voice resonated with your ears as the familiar tone got you walking towards that direction. With every step you took, the more your heart was beating louder and her soft voice has gotten louder. You weren't sure what to say as you stopped on your tracks as you saw the girl who wrote your story, Standing over by the old oak tree observing the sun go down. You were scared, but you were also determined to finish the story so you walked towards her as she was unaware of your presence.

"Goodbye… My sweet home.."

Danielle said as she looked down and finally let her tears fall down her face. She has been holding this emotions since earlier and right now, she couldn't hold on anymore as she cried her heart out.

"Minji, Hanni, I'll miss you… Oppa, I'll still love you-"

A sudden embrace got her suprised but the familiar heartbeat that she has accustomed to was beating loudly for her. Your hand patted her back as Danielle sat there in shock. It felt like a dejavu for her. Before, she was the one that hugged you when you broke down and now, it was you who was comforting her as she broke down in tears.

"There, there Danielle, it must be hard loving an idiot right?"

"O-Oppa?"

Danielle looked up and saw you with warm smile as you wiped away her tears with your thumb. It broke your heart seeing your sunshine look so devastated because of your stupid belief.

"Danielle, I have always been cautious about liking someone older or younger than me because of what society will say. But you, you showed me that walking away from my comfort zone for the sake of love is worth it."

Danielle widen her eyes as you continued.

"I may not be able to say I love you that quick or confidently kiss you or even hug you but I am willing to go to lengths that will make me show how much I appriciate you. And even show why I love you-"

Danielle couldn't hold it anymore as she tackled you to the ground hugging you with her tears but instead of sadness, it was happiness as Danielle wore a bright smile and kept repeating the words

"I love you, I love you."

You just chuckled as you held Danielle on your arms. You felt like a heavy burden out of your chest as Danielle spend a few minutes on your chest before speaking the words that you needed to hear.

"Oppa, I'm leaving Korea and returning to Australia to start my college there and get a job. I-It might take some time for me to return here. Will you still wait for me?"

You smiled and this time, instead of feeling worried, you were confident that she will be in your arms again.

"Danielle, my love for you will remain until how long. Because I know you'll return to my arms."

As she hugged you more tightly, Danielle flushed. Even if it hurts, Danielle has her own life to live and you must temporarily let her go since your hearts still belong to each other.

7 year later.

Countless of reporters have been surrounding a black car as they anticipate the hot and famous author in korea. The young author who took the world by storm with his poetic and amazing books. When the people needed new love stories, he delivered and now his 2nd best selling book become a movie and it has been a hit. His works never failed to miss as countless famous actors want to partake in his story to bringing into life. As the door opened, their cameras showed it's bright flash.

You stepped out of your limousine smiling and waving your hand at the people around. You didn't expect your success to be this huge just because of that story you and Danielle worked on. After you finished that story, a famous director entered the cafe and found your story interesting. From there on, your life went upwards and never slowed down.

"Ah, madame sunshine, did you wait for me?"

You held out to the world's rising and famous actress, Danielle Marsh. As she held your hand out with her astonishing red dress as her beauty showed. Camera's took pictures of you and Danielle. Her life also went to an uprise after returning to Australia. Of course she really missed you a lot and would often call you every night but with the difference of time, it was hard to adjust but both of you had a strong relationship. Danielle entered the college of musical and arts and her acting was spotted by many directors. From there, she started as small roles in drama and movies but she always stood out despite being a minor character. Soon her role was promoted until she was the main lead and her fame sky rocketed.

Hanni and Minji became her personal managers and also her tea friends where Hanni and Minji would share Danielle the latest gossip in town or in the world. Overall, the three of them become successful together. But the world was shook when you and Daniele decided to show the world that both of you were dating. You were ready to face the backlash of society but instead, you were poured with praise.

"It still feels surreal to be walking in the red carpet with my beloved author. Hehehe~"

Danielle poked your cheeks as you couldn't help but smile at her answer.

"Well I wouldn't be here if my Sunshine didn't share an umbrella with me."

"Hehehe~ I love you so much Y/n."

"And I love you where words isn't enough to write it. So I'll do this instead."

"What do you-"

You kissed Danielle by her lips as the reporters didn't hesitate to take the photo of the hottest couple in the world. Danielle giggled as she pulled away from you. Both yours reflected with each other as your story with Danielle was just starting.