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lucky number five ☆ hwang hyunjin.

pairing: hyunjin x fem! reader. tags: fluff, drabble. words: 3k words. warnings: reader is referred to with she/her, called as wife. about: the five most memorable memories you share with hyunjin. note: i haven't written in a while, so my writing's definitely a little rusty. i hope you'll like it! please reblog, and feedback is very much appreciated <3 disclaimer — © 2023 hyunverse on tumblr. all rights reserved. authors works are protected under the copyright law. do not plagiarize or translate my works. tumblr is my only platform.

𝐨𝐧𝐞.

Five is Hyunjin's lucky number.

Hyunjin first met you when he was five. He had pointed out that you were wearing the same shirt as he was — and you've been attached to the hips ever since.

His first tooth fell out on the fifth day of Summer. He could recall holding the baby tooth on a tissue in one hand, looking up at his mother with puppy eyes. His mother patted him on the head and told him he had grown up. The tooth fairy gave him a single gold coin chocolate, too. Tucked it under his pillow where he placed his baby tooth. He remembers having a lisp until the tooth grew back — remembers how jealous you were that he had "grown up."

The first feeling of victory Hyunjin had ever experienced was when he won fifth place in a colouring contest. Truth be told, he could've easily won first place — but he wanted you to win over him just to see you smile, so he coloured messily. Though the trophy for first place looked glorious, he thought that the smile plastered on your face as you held a medal beat the shine on the trophy.

It was the fifth of May when you two started dating. Hyunjin remembers everything about the fated day, bit by bit. He could play each scene, each dialogue in his head like an overplayed radio song. He was merely sixteen, studying in an all boys school with little to no knowledge about dating. Boys his age didn't care about dating. They only cared about soccer and video games. While he cared about all of that too, a lot of the space in his heart was overtaken by you. Figuring out how to ask you out was tough, he had spent a lot of time pondering. He even gathered up the courage to seek advice from his friends, yet to no avail. They were barely any help. In the end, he observed television dramas and prayed for the best.

Under a cherry blossom tree, you sat on a bench. Your eyes were fixated on the sky as your legs dangled over the wooden bench. The clouds on the sky were huge, luminous — enveloping the sky the way lovers do.

"Jinnie!" Hyunjin heard you cheer as he approached you. The nonchalant look on his face immediately turned into a bright smile, his footsteps becoming more hurried.

Standing in front of you, Hyunjin was the perfect depiction of nervous. Both his hands dug deep into the pockets of his jeans, front teeth nibbling onto the inside of his cheeks and the little rocks underneath his foot tumbled as he kicks on them.

Hyunjin gulped, "Hi."

You tilted your head with concern, "are you okay, Jinnie?"

The concern laced in your tone reminded him of all the reasons why he liked you so much. You cared like no other — loved as though nothing could hurt you in this world.

"I am," he replied, rubbing on the back of his neck, "I just —"

"You don't have to rush it," you tapped on the seat beside you, "sit with me. You can take your time to tell me whatever that's on your mind."

So, Hyunjin sat. His legs reached the ground unlike yours, and his eyes fixated on the stain on his sneakers. He was painfully aware of the rapid beating of his heart. The urge to tell you his feelings were bottling up quickly.

Then, it spilled.

"I like you a lot," the words were muttered before Hyunjin could stop them.

"Hm?"

"I like you," he repeated. This time, he sounded more sure, looked more sure. The raven was looking at you, blinking sanguinely.

It took a while for you to process the words, for your jaw to relax and finally respond.

The first response came in a way where you slowly turned your head towards him, blinking profusely.

You stuttered, "like me? Like like, or just friends like?"

He sighed, "like like. I like like you."

"Oh."

There it goes, the rejection. Hyunjin had expected it, but it hurt nonetheless. You were the only person Hyunjin had ever liked, his best friend since kindergarten. His feelings for you ran deep. He was merely sixteen, yes, but he was well aware of how strongly he felt for you.

You didn't expect it, but he tapped on your shoulder comfortingly, as if to say, "I know you don't like me, it's okay."

You were right.

"I know you don't like me, it's okay," he comforted, "I just wanted you to know."

"No, I do like you," you confessed.

"What?"

"Yeah," you replied, breathlessly, "was just shocked, that's all."

"Oh."

Silence blanketed the two of you as the conversation exchanged slowly seeped into your brains. Hyunjin looked like he was simply admiring the view in front of him but really, his brain was going haywire.

"No, I do like you," the words repeated in his brain over, and over. They filled his brain with dopamine, the kind of rush that even his favourite football team winning could not replicate.

The five words which will be engrained in Hyunjin's mind forever.

"I like you a lot."

The five words which will be engrained in yours.

"So..." you broke the silence, "what now?"

Hyunjin's pointer circled against the wood of the bench, itching to hold your hand, "we... you know. Date."

"Yeah. Okay."

For best friends who have known each other for years, it was abnormally quiet for the two of you.

But it was okay. Hyunjin was content with the small smile lingering on your pretty face, and your hand in his — finally in his.

𝐭𝐰𝐨.

The sound of a pan sizzling and a kettle crackling seeped into the guest bedroom, though the sound of Hyunjin and his mother's voice caught your attention the most.

You were spending the weekend at the Hwangs'. Your parents were on a company trip that weekend and didn't trust you alone so naturally, they dropped you off there. You were about to take your morning shower, a towel slung over your shoulder when their voices stopped you in your tracks.

"You really like her, Hyunjin?" his mother asked, her voice the epitome of motherly.

She truly is the stereotypical loving mother — soft, and nurturing. Lunchbox ready on the table every morning, not a single football match of Hyunjin's missed. Treated you like the daughter she never had, braided your hair by the porch as Hyunjin ran around with his beloved dog.

"Um," Hyunjin muttered, silverware clinking against plate as he cut through a sausage.

You clasped your ear against the door, eager to hear more.

"You don't have to be shy with me, Hyunjin."

"I do like her," you heard him say, "a lot."

Crimson crept up your face, and you could picture his face doing the same. You could imagine the tips of his ears going red, and his mother looking at him with a grin.

"You want to marry her?" she asked jokingly.

"I do," he answered. Confidently. Surely. Absolutely no hesitation. As though it was the one sole thing he was sure of in his life.

"Oh, my Hyunjin," his mother cooed, "you're all grown up now!"

You didn't know what happened next, how their conversation continued because you were too busy stifling yourself from giggling giddily. Your back was pressed up against the door, replaying the eavesdropped dialogues in your head over and over. Overcame by excitement, you failed to notice the footsteps approaching the door.

Before you knew it, your head came in contact with the wall as the door swung open. Hyunjin stood in front of you, confused as you rubbed your forehead.

"So aggressive, and for what?" you grunted, looking up at him with a pout.

"Who told you to stand by the door like an idiot?" Hyunjin huffed. Nevertheless, he reached towards your forehead, checking for any bruises.

"You'll be okay. Next time, don't stand by the door like an idi—" he paused, "wait. Did you hear anything?"

You batted your eyelashes innocently, playing dumb.

"Hear what?"

Hyunjin sighed out of relief, ruffling your hair, "nothing you need to worry your pretty self about. Just go shower. I saved you some pancakes."

"Aw," you pecked his lips, "you're so sweet, and so caring. You must want to marry me."

He smiled, but the face soon contorted into one of annoyance.

"So you heard!"

"Heard what? The fact that you're obsessed with me and want to marry me so bad?"

"You're so annoying, y/n."

"You still want to marry me though."

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, "shut up, or I'll take it back."

He wouldn't.

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞.

Exhaustion lugged on Hyunjin as he exited the entertainment building. He's been a trainee for a couple of months now, and the burn-out was no joke. A day with you was exactly what he needed. A couple of days spent with his home, his solace — and he refused to come empty-handed.

Thus, he roamed around the park, in search of wildflowers. Anything he could get his hands on, just as long as he could form a bouquet from them. Hyunjin ducked and moved around, pulling out any flower he deemed beautiful enough. A black hair tie tied together the ensemble of florals. He wished he had managed to get his hands on some ribbons but alas, he couldn't. For now, the black hair tie on his wrist would suffice.

You arrived right when you promised you would. Clad in a pretty yellow sundress, Hyunjin swore that you came right out of a daydream. He watched you wander around in the park for a while, admiring from afar. Even with a confused expression plastered across your face, he still found you gorgeous. A part of him wished that he was simply your secret admirer, so that he could keep watching you from afar for hours. Not being able to be around you would suck though, so perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“Y/n!” Hyunjin finally called you out, waving his hand to catch your attention, “here!”

You whipped your head towards his direction, lips twitching into the cutest smile once you caught a glimpse of your boyfriend.

An arrangement of colourful flowers was handed to you once you were in front of him. You vividly remember how beautiful it was — petals of yellow, pink, and white which coincidentally matched your dress. Hyunjin on the other hand remember how you looked, the pupils of your eyes practically shining at the ensemble.

“For me?” you asked, looking at him with big, bright, eyes.

Hyunjin nodded, “for you, of course. Flowers for a flower.”

“Oh,” was all that you could utter, overwhelmed by appreciation. You gently pet the petals, “they’re so pretty.”

“Really?” Hyunjin queried, “I don’t have any money. I wish I could buy you pretty roses and tulips, but I really cannot afford them right now. This is the best that I could do, and I’m sorry my love.”

“Don’t you dare say sorry, Hwang Hyunjin. The fact that you spent time to find these flowers means a lot to me, and makes them even more special. I love them, they’re beautiful. Thank you.”

He nodded, smiling sheepishly. All the worries he previously harboured immediately disappeared at your words.

“Okay, love. Let’s go then, find more flowers and I’ll make a wreath out of them for you.”

Years later, and the flowers had long wilted away — pressed and put in a frame for display, resting on a table with vases of flowers accompanying it.

Hyunjin never stopped gifting you flowers.

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.

A yellow bus drove away, leaving two figures at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere.

The outskirts of Seoul — only ever acknowledged as a place vehicles pass by. No stores, no houses in sight, just a lonesome bus stop surrounded by greens.

Hyunjin would’ve never stepped foot in this place if it wasn’t for you. If it wasn’t for you climbing into his window and hysterically crying, he wouldn’t have purchased tickets to the middle of nowhere. He would probably be in bed and wake up at noon.

“I want to run away,” you told him, hours before.

“Okay,” he replied, “I’ll go with you.”

Normally, Hyunjin wouldn’t support your attempts at rebelling against your parents. Honestly, the words, “don’t be dumb and just say sorry,” sat at the top of his tongue, but they dissolved at the sight of your mascara running down your cheeks. He knew that even if he was to disagree, you would’ve packed your bags and left anyway. He would rather follow to keep you safe.

Plus, the boy knew that the rebellion would only last a couple of hours.

“Let’s sail off without a map. Just walk and see what we’ll discover.”

“Okay.”

God knows how many of those he already said to you that day.

You walked, hand in hand, him siding with the highway. You looked far too relaxed for someone who was running away. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was terrified. If anything were to happen to the two of you there, nobody would be there to help. His free hand dug into his pocket, tightly clutching onto a butterfly knife.

Minutes soon turned into an hour. Two people walking soon turned into one — Hyunjin ended up carrying you on his back after seeing that you’ve blistered your feet. He nagged about your choice of footwear, but amidst the nags, he still opted to carry you anyway. Your hands rested around his neck, chin on his head as he walked aimlessly, just waiting for you to finally cave in and ask to go home.

“Hyunjin, look!”

“Hm?”

The boy turned around, gasping at the sight which greeted his eyes. A field of flowers stretched as far as his eyes could see, green plains decorated with splotches of colourful flowers.

Before he could say anything, you were already running towards the field, screaming in glee. He followed in pursuit, taking in the breeze and letting blades of grass sway against his legs.

“Hurry!”

Hurry, Hyunjin did, running towards you and lifting you off the ground. Hyunjin took advantage of the seemingly infinite space to twirl you around, and run around until the two of you turned breathless, lying on the grass to look at the sky.

“I love this place,” you mumbled between heavy breaths, “feels like something you only see in your dreams.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, rolling onto his side and propping himself up with his elbow.

Quietly, he admired you. The tranquil expression your face held matched that of the sky. He couldn’t stop the hand reaching towards your face, calloused thumb caressing your face with the same softness of a feather. Each stroke of his thumb whispered, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Thank you,” your words reeled Hyunjin out of his daze, “for coming here with me.”

His eyes on you softened.

“You don’t have to thank me. Just be around forever,” sat at the top of Hyunjin’s tongue and dissolved.

Instead, he pressed a kiss onto your lips.

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞.

Hyunjin asked you to marry him five years after you started dating.

It was the peak of his career. He was everywhere around the world, collecting awards and breaking records. The little boy who loved football slowly turned into a superstar. He had to bid goodbye to his quiet life, making space for all the glory the world had to offer to him. His name sat at the tip of everyone’s tongues, talk of the town — Achilles reincarnate.

That was when he decided that he would have to marry you. For amidst all that glory, you were the only stagnant thing in his life. You continued to annoy and nag him as you always do. You continued to be the first person he thinks of when he wakes, and the last person he thinks of as he shuts his eyes. You’re always the person he has in mind as he looks for souvenirs, and when he watches old couples sitting on benches in different cities.

You, you, you.

Always you.

Boxes scatter around the living room, some opened and some not. It’s been a few hours since the moving truck unloaded all of the boxes. Honestly, you could’ve gotten so many things done if it weren’t for the two of you constantly procrastinating.

“Just a five-minute break, babe,” Hyunjin whines, landing on a (still wrapped in plastic) sofa.

You roll your eyes, “you’ve taken breaks like three times just this hour, Jinnie.”

He whines again, making grabby hands, “need my wife here right now or I’ll die.”

The sigh which leaves your lips cannot fool him, because the slight grin on your lips gives away that you like his clinginess. You seat yourself in his arms, burying yourself in his neck. The familiar scent of fresh laundry and cologne fills your nostrils, washing away the exhaustion from the day.

“Me, my wife, and a new house,” you hear Hyunjin mumble, “feels like a dream.”

You voice your agreement by humming. It’s when you stare at the boxes surrounding you that the reality finally sinks in. You’re married to the boy you met in kindergarten. His toothbrush will be in a cup next to yours, his mug will be in the dishwasher with yours, and your dirty laundry will be in the same machine. You’ll wake up next to him every day for what you hope will be your entire life.

You smile at the thought, sinking yourself into Hyunjin even more. He’s holding you with one hand, the other rummaging through a box when he takes out a Polaroid, showing you it with glee.

A Polaroid of you and him under a cherry blossom tree, five years ago.

“Isn’t this from the first day we started dating?” Hyunjin asks, blinking his eyes at you.

You tilt your head to observe the polaroid, “oh… Yes, it is, babe!”

He’s laughing, particularly at how red his face looks in the picture.

“Oh my god, we have to recreate this picture soon, love.”

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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twelve fractures // pierre gasly

summary: the four times that y/n leclerc almost called pierre gasly, and the one time that he gave in and called her

tell me, if I were to smile now, in the dead of the dark, would it even exist? i fantasize about those nights you sewed your lips to mine there were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes

pairing: pierre gasly x leclerc! reader ( brother's best friend ).

warnings: age gap ( reader is arthur's twin, which makes her 22 and pierre is 27 ), loss of virginity via a one night stand with pierre, hella angst, pierre is a little toxic at a few points in here. consumption of alchohol. descriptions of and allusions to sex. mentions of ferrari struggling in 2022. lots of miscommunication.

authors note: i hope you guys are ready for pain bc i think this one might hurt y'all a bit.

the first call.

she sat at the booth in the corner, her phone case warm against her hand as she stared numbly at the contact in front of her.

pierre 🍐. the contact photo was of the two of them when they were kids. the gaslys had always been family friends of hers, they grew up together.

so falling in love with him should have been inevitable.

y/n leclerc reached for her tumbler again, downing the last of her third glass of the night. she was well and truly drunk, and she was counting down the minutes until she was drunk enough to call pierre gasly and say all the things she wished that she had told him sooner.

tell him that she was sorry for making shit weird after that night in japan.

"what are you doing moping in the corner?"

she looked up from her phone, frowning at her twin brother as arthur leclerc slid into the booth next to her.

"the fuck do you care? you got into formula two, you should be celebrating."

y/n had never been the athletically inclined sibling. arthur and charles were thriving in motorsports. nobody was quite sure what lorenzo was doing but it seemed to be working for him. y/n just had half a draft of a manuscript sitting on her laptop that she was too scared to finish.

because she never finished anything. never saw it through.

"come on, y/n. you know that i can tell when something is wrong. how much have you had to drink?" arthur frowned, pushing the empty glass away as y/n shut off her phone, hoping that her brother wouldn't notice who she was about to call.

"can we leave, arthur? are you sober enough to drive me home?" her voice was quiet, broken as she looked over to where arthur should have been celebrating with the other prema drivers.

this had never been her world. what happened after japan should have just proven that.

a flash of panic shot through arthur's veins. "are you okay?"

"not really." she didn't trust herself not to cry. "just take me home, arthur."

once she was safely inside arthur's ferrari, her first tear began to fall, dragging a thick mascara trail down her porcelain cheek as she rested her head against the window, the grease from her hair staining the window.

"i hoped that if i got drunk enough, i'd finally have the guts to call him." she said quietly, the radio humming softly in the background with the kind of song she would have hated if arthur hadn't liked it so much.

"call who?" arthur asked, stopping at a traffic light and reaching for his sister's hand.

"pierre. things haven't been right between us for a long time."

arthur frowned, but he didn't say anything. he wasn't sure if there was anything for him to say. he never had been the sibling who dealt with emotions the best. that had always been lorenzo's job.

"i gave him everything, arthur. my time, my energy." she paused, covering her mouth as she felt a sob wrack her body, mascara tears dropping onto her fingers. "my virginity." she managed to cough out. "and he's been avoiding me ever since."

arthur paused, stopping the car in the shoulder of the empty monte carlo street, flicking on his hazard lights before he undid his seatbelt and leaned over the console to wrap his baby sister in his arms.

they may have been twins, but arthur was born exactly three minutes and forty-five seconds first, making him the older brother by default, and that was a job that he took very seriously.

he knew the weight of that statement more than he should have. while arthur and charles, and god, even lorenzo, had been sexually adventurous from the moment they turned sixteen, their sister didn't see life like that. she had barely even dated. she hadn't gone on her first date until she was nineteen years old, and there had only been three dates with him before she got scared and broke it off.

arthur knew how big a deal it was that she had felt comfortable enough with someone to give up that part of herself, to feel that vulnerable.

"when did that happen?"

"suzuka." she swallowed, reaching into the glove compartment for a box of tissues. "and it's not that i didn't enjoy it..."

"he didn't know he was your first, did he?" arthur said softly, tracing circles on his sister's shoulder as he held her. "let me guess, you got scared, and you shut down. maybe he was too rough with you for your first time. i was always scared that this would happen, i just never thought it would be with pierre gasly of all people."

"except i wasn't the one who stopped all contact when things got weird. that was all him, arthur. he was gone by morning and things haven't felt right since."

she sat there in arthur's arms, the hazard lights on the cherry red ferrari blinking in the dark night air as she thought about japan. how distraught pierre had been after the race, when he called her and said that he didn't want to be alone. she had shown up with a box of pizza and a case of japanese beer.

she thought about how she had ended up with his lips on hers, her bra thrown over a lamp. her fists clenching the sheets as pierre took her from behind, moaning his name until her throat was dry and her voice was hoarse. how aroused she had been when his large hands spanked her, leaving a red mark on her ass.

how the bed had been cold and empty when she woke up the next morning, pierre gasly's arms no longer around her.

she wasn't quite sure if she had been okay since.

the second call.

she had finally done it. taking the pain she felt after what happened with pierre, she hunkered down with her laptop and she finished her manuscript. every emotion, every shred of anger had been poured out on the pages, the words written in times new roman scribbled across the page.

and now, she was standing in the middle of waterstones, in the middle of london, stacks upon stacks of her book surrounding her.

and with the phone in her hand, her thumb itched to press the 'call' button next to pierre's name. he had been the number one supporter of her novel when she started writing. he had wanted an advance readers copy signed sealed and delivered to his apartment in milan.

she'd been watching the doors all night, hoping that he would walk in.

and she hated herself for being disappointed when he didn't.

his name had made it into the acknowledgments. trying to keep her brothers' careers separate from her own, all her acknowledgments had been done with initials. CL. PG. AL.

"you should be enjoying your party, y/n. is everything okay?" charles asked softly, passing her a glass of champagne. "you're waiting for pierre, aren't you?"

y/n coughed, trying not to let on to her older brother that he was right. "who told you?"

"arthur. you know that he can't keep a secret for shit."

"i didn't want you to know, charles. he's your best friend. i feel like i'm forcing you to choose sides."

charles shook his head, pulling his sister in for a hug, despite her protests. "there aren't any sides to choose, y/n. he's always going to be my best friend, but you're my sister. and the way he's been acting is unreasonable. in fact, if he had the nerve to show up tonight, we'd probably both end up in the drunk tank."

“but he should be here, charles. I probably wouldn’t have ever entertained this fucking fever dream without him.” she said quietly, resting her face on her brothers shoulder. “I don’t know what to do. I want him back, even if he doesn’t want me. why can’t I move on?”

"it's okay, y/n. it's okay." charles soothed, smoothing out his baby sister's hair. "being emotional is a strength, kiddo. one day, you're going to find someone who loves you back the same way that you love them. and if he hurts you, i'll break his knees."

y/n chuckled. "all you would need to do is put him in the car with mattia on the radio."

charles groaned. "don't even start! i'd break my own knees if it meant our strategy team pulled their shit together."

the third call.

the sun was setting over the sand and the palm trees in abu dhabi as y/n and her brother sat in the paddock, drink glasses in hand, sunglasses pulled over eyes. the paddock in abu dhabi had always been one of her favourites.

the last few months had been good to her. her book had made it onto the new york times' bestseller list, and she was trending on booktok. she had gone out with her high school best friend, taking a week in austria to just exist without expectations.

she finally felt like she was in a good headspace. her stomach didn't hurt when she thought about pierre gasly, and she didn't feel like crying when she thought about suzuka.

she was finally okay.

she looked out from the patio of ferrari's hospitality suite, her sunglasses on her forehead and her skin toned pink from the sunset, and that's when she saw him.

pierre gasly was walking through the paddock, his snapback on backwards and the top three buttons on his linen shirt undone. he looked every bit as good as he had when he was leaning over her, the metal of his cross necklace cool against her breasts as he kissed her.

"y/n." lorenzo said softly, poking her in the shoulder. "try not to think about it. you've made so much progress, don't let it all come undone now."

but she was in a much better place. now, instead of sobbing or yelling down the phone, she felt ready to have a proper conversation with the man who took every part of her and shattered it when he waited until she was asleep to slip out of the hotel suite.

she went inside the cherry-red building, ordering a hot chocolate before pulling her phone out of her back pocket and circling back to that same damn contact.

pierre 🍐.

and this time, she called him.

and he didn't answer.

even though it shouldn't, it stung.

she hung up without leaving a message.

the fourth call.

it was christmas eve, snowflakes falling past the windows of pascale leclerc's monaco home. all of her children were gathered in the living room, the lights on the christmas tree dialed up to full intensity as charles filled the small glasses with eggnog. in the living room, lorenzo and arthur were already buzzed, singing 'fairytale of new york' at the top of their lungs, arms over shoulders.

"charles, let me help." y/n insisted with a chuckle, taking two of the glasses from her older brother.

"i've got it, y/n." charles insisted. "go have fun with arthur and lorenzo!"

y/n snorted. "they're drunk, singing christmas carols at the top of their lungs. i think i'll take a hard pass on that one."

charles laughed. "fair enough. okay, you take three glasses and i'll take three, meet you in the living room?"

"sounds fair."

charles took the first few glasses and slipped out of the kitchen, leaving the last three on the island for y/n to take. as she reached for the first glass, her phone, which was sitting facedown on the counter, buzzed twice.

pierre 🍐: merry christmas y/n! sending my love to you and the family.

her heart skipped a beat as she read the message. the first communication with any feeling since that night in japan.

y/n: merry christmas pierre. can we talk?

she should have waited for him to text her back before she called him. the dial tone rang once before she was forwarded to his voicemail, the iphone buzzing again in her palm.

pierre 🍐: i can't talk right now, y/n. i'm with my family.

fucking fine, then.

she shut her phone off, grabbing one of the small glasses of eggnog and downing it in one gulp.

and the time that he called her.

it was saturday night in bahrain when pierre finally called her. he'd screwed up in qualifying with his new team, and he would be setting up at the very back of the grid the following day for the race.

she was already halfway back to her rental car when pierre called her, the keys to her bmw dangling from her fingers.

"we need to talk. there are some things i need to tell you."

"that's an ominous way to start a phone call, gasly."

"now isn't the time for jokes, y/n. i'm serious, we need to talk about suzuka."

"why now, pierre?"

"because i hurt you, and i'm sorry. charles told me what's going on with you."

charles marc herve perceval leclerc, you son of a bitch.

"fine. you can buy me dinner while you're at it."

the air was icy in the restaurant as pierre and y/n sat in the corner booth. neither wanted to be the one to speak first. drinks had been ordered and delivered while y/n worked out what she wanted to say to him.

how hurt she really was.

"y/n." pierre started slowly. "i'm so sorry about japan, and everything that happened after. i was acting like a jerk, and i shouldn't have shut you out like that."

"so why did you, gasly?" y/n said softly, picking at the pasta dish in front of her.

"i didn't leave you in bed that morning. i went to buy us coffee. i swear i left you a note on the bedside table. you were exhausted and," he hesitated. "when we were lying in bed together, you mumbled something as you were falling asleep, i don't even think you knew what you were saying. but you said 'that's one hell of a way to lose your v-card'. knowing that i treated you like that for your very first time, that i was the first person to have touched you like that. . . i don't know, i think a part of me was ashamed."

"i didn't see a note, pierre. there was nothing on the bedside table when i woke up. just think about how i felt for a minute, would you?" y/n scoffed. "i got vulnerable with you, i let you do things to me that no man had ever done before. i let you spank me, for god's sake!"

"keep your voice down!" pierre hissed, overtly conscious about the eyes on him throughout the resteraunt.

there were some things that the general public just didn't want, or need, to hear.

"and you never thought to call? never thought to check in with me later?"

pierre shook his head. "when i got back, the note was under the bed. i wasn't sure if you had read it and cast it aside, or if it had gotten blown off the table by the door or something. i just assumed that you didn't want to talk to me again."

"and then i texted you at christmas."

"and then you texted me at christmas." pierre nodded. "can we start over, y/n? i really like you, and it kills me to know that i fucked up."

y/n reached over the table, taking his hand in hers. "we really are shit at communicating, aren't we?"

pierre laughed. "so i've been told."

y/n laughed, withdrawing her hand. "hi, i'm y/n leclerc, nice to meet you."

pierre smiled. "what are you doing?"

"starting over."

"hi, y/n. i'm pierre. it's lovely to meet you too."

#pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #alpine f1 #pierre gasly x y/n #Spotify

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mins-fins · 7 months

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june 20th.

&&. on june 20th, the world ended. the sky turned orange and the ground beneath your feet cracked.

pairing: lee donghyuck x m!reader

genre: fluff?? angst??

warnings: mentions of death

word count: 1k

notes: this is one of the strangest things i think ive written in a long time 😭 i have no idea how this idea came to be in the first place i kinda just wrote out what came to my mind?? i also spent so long trying to figure out which nct member to write this for and i literally just picked hc because he's my sisters favorite member (#THANKSTI) so yeah idk why this exists but it does 🤷‍♂️

on june 20th, your alarm rang two minutes early.

on june 20th, you gave your mother a kiss on the cheek before leaving for school.

on june 20th, you missed the bus and were forced to walk the whole way to school.

on june 20th, you had walked into class late for the first time since september.

on june 20th, the sky was full of dark clouds, you assumed it was going to rain later that day.

on june 20th, you skipped one of your classes for the first time ever, biology, one you always hated.

on june 20th, you noticed seven different cracks in the sidewalk.

on june 20th, the air seemed different..

on june 20th, all that you could think about was your upcoming birthday, excitement surging through your veins.

you did what you always did. kicked small rocks, hopped over fences, hummed the lyrics to your favorite song, danced to the lyrics of your favorite song in public with no shame, skipped over the cracks on the sidewalk, did cartwheels, you were having fun.

for some reason, the day of june 20th made you feel free.

nobody could stop you, not your friends, not asshole teachers, not screaming neighbors, nobody could stop you.

well, maybe the world ending could stop you.

with a smile on your face and an energetic pep in your step, you make your way through the now noisy neighborhood.

people are screaming, the sky is an unnatural color, the air feels as if it's slowly poisoning your lungs, the cracks beneath your feet have now doubled in number.

but for some reason, you feel easy?

the prospect of the world ending is a funny one, one you never thought you'd be living ever. in movies, it's branded as such a horrible thing, but you don't think you've ever felt happier.

the music blaring through your headphones distracts you, the people panicking around you seem more like blurs then actual people. they all have lives, some of them have children, some of them have grandchildren, some of them have family out of the country, some of them are going to be celebrating their last birthdays today, who knows what was going on in their lives earlier today that will now mean nothing in a good two hours.

your complex emotions surprise you, but the smile on your face doesn't falter, and you like that it doesn't.

because if you could spend the last moments of your life being happy, why would you be mad about that?

"everything alright? your not hurt are you?" you wrap your arms around your mother, resting your head on hers.

"i'm alright" you whisper, arms clinging around her.

your hair is disheveled, probably due to the absolute maddening things you'd been doing on the sidewalk.

"oh honey! donghyuck called, he was asking for you".

the name gets an eyebrow raise out of you.

donghyuck?

donghyuck as in lee donghyuck? he called? why would he call? why would he be asking for you? why would he—

oh, oh my goodness.

"what did he ask for?" you immediately separate from the hug, and your mother gives you a puzzled look. "did he ask for something from me specifically?"

"he just asked for you because he said he wanted to tell you something but you weren't here—"

holy shit.

"oh i have to go.."

your mother blinks once again, but then she realizes what your talking about, and she sighs. "honey, you still haven't told him?"

you don't even try to battle the allegations, just press a kiss to her cheek and make your way towards the door. "today's the day mom! the world is ending!"

your optimism shocks you, and you race out of the door, nothing else on your mind but him.

on june 20th, your life seemed to take a strange turn.

on june 20th, your mundane routine suddenly became extraordinary.

on june 20th, you realized it was your last chance to tell donghyuck how you feel.

the world is ending, the sky has turned orange, the sidewalk has began cracking beneath your feet, people are screaming, crying, clutching onto their family members, it's your last day, it's everyones last day, tomorrow, you'll all be nothing but empty corpses.

all of you have dreams, all of you had desires, things you'll never be able to pursue now because your demise is coming much sooner than you expected.

there's only one thing at your mind at the moment, and that's the most annoying person ever.

today is a day like no other, a day which will all be in memory by the time the week passes, your feet push you through the pain you feel, because you've never been able to get such words out.

where is he.. where is he.. where is he..

when you spot lee donghyuck, you shout, and he doesn't even have to look at you to know what it is.

you tackle him to ground, his back colliding with the soft grass in his front yard as you fall right on top of him. a smile comes to your face as you look down at him, with his pretty eyes and pretty smile.

"you're so stupid!" you yell, he just chuckles, letting you remain on top of him, because the world is ending, and this is it. "you called!?"

"you're literally stupider!" he rebuts. "you came!"

you scoff, oh this could've all been yours before if you weren't such a coward, but there is always a time for everything, even if this is the last time.

"i am so in love with you" you whisper, leaning down to press a kiss onto his lips. "you're such an idiot, a pretty idiot".

donghyuck just smiles, wrapping his arms around your neck. "you love me".

"of course i do".

"the world is ending, baby".

but for some reason you aren't crying.

you aren't sad, you aren't crying or anything, you're just living in the moment.

"i know, but i love you".

on june 20th, the world ended.

on june 20th, the sky turned orange and the ground beneath your feet cracked.

on june 20th, you told lee donghyuck you loved him.

on june 20th, you spent your final moments with the boy you loved the most.

#lee donghyuck #haechan #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct scenarios #haechan imagines #haechan drabbles #haechan scenarios #lee donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck x male reader #haechan x reader #haechan x male reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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rkiveologist · 2 years

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"I c-cant take it!" | jhs

pairing: sub!hoseok x gn!reader | wc: 746

genre/au: idol!au, established relationship, fluff and smut | warnings: he puts a considerate amount of time into picking those songs to put on his insta story, hobi leg appreciation, usage of baby boy and pup/puppy, he cant lie for the life of him, whining, handjob, begging, and overstimulation (hobi cries a little bit), there are more implied sexual acts at the end

summary: your admiration for your sweet little hubby's legs end in you giving him a mind numbing handjob.

a/n: this is my first piece in like 2 years so please cut me some slack im a little rusty LMFAO. i really want to continue more of this submissive bts agenda its so addicting.

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As you walked up the stairs of your shared home with your husband of 3 years, a variety of music reached your ears, none lasting more than 30 seconds before getting changed. Reaching and opening the door to your bedroom to see your husband sprawled out in nothing but a hoodie and boxers, you asked a simple "Whatcha doin?" as you took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Yoongi Hyung made these wooden whales. I'm trying to figure out which song would go well with them," he huffed.

"Oh yeah?" you replied, distracted, as you stared at his legs. Have they always been this shiny? Did he just shave? You pondered, not realizing how lewdly your hands had felt up on Hobi's legs until he slid his legs up and, with a nervous giggle, asked, "Okay, now what are YOU doing?"

You smiled at him and softly replied, "Sorry babe, I didn't even notice." You decide to give him a big ol kiss as compensation. You climb up closer to his closed thighs and can't help but notice his resistance to opening them. An even softer, "You okay, baby boy?" left your mouth in slight concern.

As he made eye contact with you, not only did it look quite forced, but it was quickly contradicted by a huge smile that broke out on his face that he quickly tried to suppress. An unsure "Yeah, I'm fine" hastily left his mouth.

You sighed, "Hope, you do know that lying is not your forte, right?"

"I'm not lying!" he claims, with the same face and a soft pout.

"Then what are you hiding?" You press and with bright red cheeks, he spreads his legs to reveal his leaking cock straining against the restrictive piece of cloth. You cooed at him and palmed his print, letting him whimper out loud as his hips bucked up against your hand. You explained to him as he nodded along to your words, "You don't have to hesitate to tell me when you need me. I'm perfectly fine with taking care of you love."

"Y/n please do something, it hurts," he begged.

"Damn, who knew touching your legs would've made you this needy?" you teased as you dipped your hands into his boxers to pull out his cock.

The tip is bright red and leaking precum all over, and as you go to cup his swollen balls, he gently kicks his legs out and whines loudly, "Y/n just stop teasing and let me cum already. It's not fair."

Oh? "Since when did you make the rules puppy?" You spit out as you wrap one hand around the base of his cock and rub the open palm of your other hand on his sensitive tip in fast, tight circles.

You get an immediate reaction from him, "Shit shit shit, Y/n wait!" His back arches off the bed as he tries to keep up, even attempting to close his legs around your hands.

A stern, "Look at me," leaves your lips and it has your baby's tear-filled eyes struggling not to roll back and make eye contact with you. "Open." Was all you had to say before his shaking thighs reluctantly separated.

"P-please, I c-cant take it!" he pleaded.

"But you haven't cum yet, puppy?" you questioned before continuing your onslaught on his weeping cock. "You seem so close though, I know you are."

"Mmm y-yes m' so close," he slurred out as tears cascaded down his face.

"Come on, pup, you can do it, cum for me," you coaxed as you removed your palm from his tip and just pumped his cock. A loud sob that echoed throughout the room turned into a silent scream as your husband arched his back in such a pornographic way with shut eyes and fists clenched in the sheets, you didn't even notice the ropes of cum reaching the bottom of his chin. He was beautiful.

A new round of tears welled up in his eyes as you never stopped pumping his softening cock and weakly shut his legs again, but this time you simply let him. You whispered sweet nothings in his ear as he came down from the high, patting the bottom of his thigh before getting up and coming back with a washcloth in hand to clean up.

After gently wiping him down, he laid there blissed out in just a hoodie, quietly staring at you, waiting for you to come back to bed.

"You know Whalien 52 would be the perfect song for your story, hobi."

"Y/n, did you cum?"

"Oh."

#rkiveologist #sub!hoseok #hoseok #hoseok x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok fanfic #sub!jhope #jhope #jhope x you #jhope x reader #jhope fanfic #sub!bts #bts #bts x you #bts x reader #bts fanfic #dom!reader

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harrysnotechanges · 2 years

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#will not be posting any videos bc the only one I took was the baby gender reveal #and when he said whether he should pop the balloon with his thighs #I literally cackled like a mad woman #or an evil witch #awful #my cheeks hurt I haven't stop smiling since the first song

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hxspitalforsxuls · 2 years

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Little Hummingbird | E.M

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Autistic!Gn!reader

Words: 1,3k

Summary: When you're happy you can't help but flap your arms like a "little hummingbird" (or that's how Eddie has seen it since you were kids) and finding your favorite book in the bookstore window won't save you from your happy stimming.

Content warnings: autistic!reader, a lots of happy stimming, pet names, just pure fluff with Eddie, my bad English and writing (this needs a warning too, clearly).

Notes: The reader is not physically described, and I tried to make this gender neutral. Let me know if some part I messed with the pronouns or something. Like a reminder, Autism is a spectrum, so every experience and characteristics are different. I wrote this based in my own experience because when I am excited, I tend to do a lot of happy stims.

★゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜★゜・。。・☆゜・。。・゜

After school finished today, you and Eddie decided to go for a walk around town since you didn't have anything planned for the day. Maybe you could go to the bookstore or go get your favorite ice cream, knowing that it would be a sunny day.

You are happy today, the day was sunny, but not "so" sunny that the sun hurts yours eyes like it does when is too bright; you were listening to your favorite cassette in Eddie's van, a mixtape that he made with all the song that remind him of you; And the most important thing of all, you were with Eddie, and everything was better if you were next to him.

"What's in your little head, sweetheart? You haven't stopped looking at me" he chuckles pocking your cheek with his finger. "I'm just happy to be with you, and I really like watching you drive" you blushed a little while you said that, not used to says the thoughts in your head out loud. But Eddie made you feel comfortable with that... Well, at least sometimes. "You are a perv, babe, you like to watch me? You will not start spying me in my sleep or something?" You giggled knowing that he is just messing with you by the tone in his voice and the cheesy grin that he has in his mouth.

"Love you too, darling" he says looking at you with the corner of his eyes as he drives. You didn't really tell him that recently, but he knows that with your recent actions you were trying to say it to him, knowing that it's hard for you to say somethings out loud. And he knows you, he knows when you are upset or when you are happy just by looking at your face and knows that you loved him more than anything even if you don't say it out loud too often. It's not necessary because he knows.

Soon the van was parked at the lot and Eddie ran to open your door before you did it, he loves doing that. "Thank you, gentleman" you say with a smile on your face as you take his hand to help you out of the van. "Where do you wanna go first? We can go get an ice cream, or to the bookstore, or to the music store" You never were a decision-maker, but you really want to go to the bookstore to see if your favorite book is in stock now, because you've been looking for it for weeks.

"Can we go see the books?" you ask shyly, not sure if that's what he want to do. But he soon brushes away all your worries with a "Of course, love" as he takes your hand and drag you to the store. That's when you see it, placed in the middle of the showcase was the book you were looking for. It was even a hardback special edition that looked beautiful.

You let out a squeal of delight as you run, dragging Eddie with you until you reach the store window. "Babe, babe, babe" you say excitedly as your body bounces and your hands flaps at both sides of your body. "It's the book, it's my favorite book right there!" you're too excited to care about the people watching at you while you do your happy stims. Eddie looks at you with an amused look, grabbing you by your shoulders and jumping with you a little to join you in your happiness.

When you first met him, you were worried that he would look at you like a weirdo or get embarrassed when you "flap" your hands or bounces around on pointy feet, but he showed you otherwise. Every time you do your happy stims, he would bounce a little with you or he would repeat the noises you make, and if you were anxious, he would wrap you in his arms and rock you side to side to calm you down, and let you play with his rings if you need it.

Even, when you were kids, he gave you the nickname "Little Hummingbird" because he pointed out that when you were excited you would flap your arms as fast as one of those bird moves its wings. You don't discuss that with him, because you really like the nickname, but he doesn't have to know it.

"You ready, Hummingbird? Let's go inside to get you that book" he says with a smile on his face as he puts his hand in your cheek, admiring your happiness. God, he was totally head over heels for you. You started to nod repeatedly, your neck would probably hurt later, but you don't care, your favorite book is waiting for you inside that store. In your excitement you don't really notice that Eddie is getting closer to your face to give you a kiss, so you leave him with his eyes closed and lips pressed into the air as you run straight to the bookstore.

When he opens his eyes, you were already gone, seeing only a blurry silhouette of you as you enter the store forgetting your companion. He chuckled as shook his head, knowing that the only thought on your mind right now was buying the book.

He quickly enters behind you, looking for you at the store aisles. Soon he sees a head appearing and disappearing at the top of a bookshelf, as you keep bouncing up and down while you looked for the book in the section that the employee told you.

"I feel abandoned, love" he pouts at you when he reaches your side, but you are too focused on the search to catch what he says, so you just give him a small kiss on the cheek and take his hand in yours for him to accompany you on your mission.

"I found it!" you say after a while, a little louder that you expected, as people in the other aisles look at you, but you don't care, you finally have the book in your arms. You bounce with it as Eddie grabs your shoulder and guides you to the cash desk. When you finally get there and put the book on desk, Eddie pulls his wallet out of his back pocket ready to pay for it, but you stop him.

"Hey! It's my book, I must pay for it" you say as you frown and cross your arms in front of your chest. You're not angry, but you don't want him to spend his money on things for you, knowing that everything he does for you is already too much, and that edition would probably cost a lot of money. "Baby, I know how much you want it and I want to pay for it as a gift. Take it as an anniversary present" he winks at you as you try to process what he says. Your anniversary is nowhere near on the calendar, but you don't have time to argue because when you open your mouth, he is already receiving the bag from the employee thanking her and saying goodbye as he starts to push you towards the exit with a triumphant smile on his face.

"Let's put that bag in the van and go get you an ice cream to celebrate our non-anniversary" he smiles at you as you stand next to him and walk hand in hand to the parked van.

Soon you where outside the store, still frowning at Eddie's smile. "Happy non-anniversary, little Hummingbird" he says as he boop your nose with his finger and hands you the gift bag with the book inside. "Now I think I deserve a kiss, don't you think?" he grins. You are not a big fan of public demonstrations of love but at this moment you let yourself be carried away by the happiness and love you feel.

The book fades into the background as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him trying to express all your gratitude, not only for the book, but for the patience and for everything he does for you. You say a little "Thank you, love" on his lips, and he moves his kisses to your forehead muttering a little "Anything for you".

#eddie munson #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #autistic!reader #autistic spectrum #eddie munson x autistic!reader #autistic!reader x eddie munson #eddie munson x autistic reader #eddie munson fanfic #happy stims

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iluvjakey · 3 years

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여보, darling

warnings: mentions of pet names (changbin calling reader "darling", "dear", "honey" and "my love"), unprotected sex, breeding kink, spanking, slight dacryphilia.

pairing: husband!changbin x wife!reader

after a long day in the studio making the most amazing songs, either composing, producing or recording them for a demo, changbin loses track of time immersed in those four walls very often but when he sees the clock-hand pointing the number one in the morning he immediately grab his stuff and take a taxi heading to his shared home with his beloved wife. it's been two years and a half that you married him after dating for another four years. it wasn't love at first sight or any other thing that you didn't believe in, it just started with getting to know each other because of his sister since you both are friends. the notice of you and changbin dating got her shocked for almost three months but then it all went normally and things are actually really good.

the moment you hear his steps at the entrance you get excited and can't contain the giggles at his nervously intent to make as little noise as possible thinking you already were sleeping but in fact you were waiting for him. you needed him. changbin entered the room and left his bags on the floor to slowly lean on the bed to check on you, he kissed your head thinking you were in your sixth dream but he noticed your eyes were moving still closed, your teeth biting your lips to hide the slight smile that revealed that you were faking it. couldn't contain your scene so you started giggling trying to keep your eyes closed, at this point he laughed too at your terrible acting skills.

“you awake? honey, you know you can sleep if i haven't came home” he muttered, pinching your cheeks and leaving a little kiss on your lips.

“i know, binnie. but i actually wanted to wait for you...” you answered pulling slightly his clothes towards you.

“oh, did you missed me?” there it was, that charming tone and a pretty smirk on his face.

“a lot, i couldn't sleep because of that” you pulled your legs out of the sheets to squeeze his hips between your legs, letting him know what your words meant.

“need to wait, darling. i'll take a shower first” he kissed you while giggling, feeling your nails holding his neck just making sure you needed him.

changbin got up from the bed and took his clothes off throwing them in the laundry basket, closing the door in his back humming a song only for teasing. in the meantime you tried to control yourself in joining him in the shower but you had to wait for your husband. it was like an eternity so you started scrolling in your phone for the next ten minutes and then he came out from the bathroom, drying up his hair messily with a small towel and another one hugging the bones of his hips. tiny drops of water walked through the shiny skin of his abs, his wet hair fell into his eyes and everytime he scrubbed his head with the towel a little pout appeared on his lips, those plump pink lips that always kissed you right. you felt looking at him too much but it was never enough to admire him, you just wanted to treasure every second. you couldn't lie about changbin being the most beautiful man you've seen.

“like what you see, dear?” he waved the towel in his hand in front of your face.

“c'mon, stop the teasing...” you crossed your arms and left your phone in the bedside table, he did a little smirk getting closer to you playing with the strip of your blouse, running his fingers through the soft skin of your shoulders and chest.

“sorry, darling. want me to go fast?” he seemed so gorgeous from your sight. his eyes looking to the gestures you made by his touch, nodding at his question and suddenly he pushed you against the mattress, leaving you underneath his toned body but actually caring not to hurt you.

you noticed that the towel fell to the floor, he was all naked and you were just wearing your pajamas and a cute lace panties. he trailed his fingers through the valley of your breasts, your breath hitched when he noticed your nipples already hardened because of the contact. changbin lifted your blue silk blouse, always amazed by the pretty view of your upper body naked. one of his favorite parts of you but in fact it was your whole body though. he went straight to your neck, attacking in open mouth kisses, sucking smoothly and slowly going down to your collarbones and then to your left nipple to suck your soft skin, his tongue started swirling in your button as a lollipop. he lifted his face a little to see how you were feeling, meeting your eyes closed but not with a very comfy face. his main goal was always your pleasure so he kneeled down in front of your legs spreading them with your pajamas pants still on. your eyes opened wide when changbin started to rub your clit over the clothing, massaging it and feeling the soaked patch in between as your hips wiggle softly against his hand.

“better?” he asked, enjoying the more you let out those specific sounds from that pretty mouth of yours.

“ah— yes, that's better, my love” that was everything he needed to continue.

his fingers kept a good pace since he was very skilled with them, working along with his tongue now licking the fabric between your intimacy. a few minutes later changbin felt your body already prepared for him because of the amazing way your hips buck up against his face. letting him taste you even dressed. he got up watching you squirming on the bed, that wet patch got way too much bigger than before. just thinking that he led you to be in this state would send the man to the space in terms of ego.

“binnie, please, i need you inside...” you moaned, rubbing yourself feeling the absence of his touch.

“are you sure?” he leaned a little caressing your hair, just admiring how beautiful you are.

“yes, yes, please” you begged, and by that he couldn't hold it anymore.

changbin gave you a soft kiss in the lips before grabbing your waist to turn you around facing the bed, the sudden movement made your skin crawl and fulfill you in excitement. the only thing you did was grip the sheets tightly and lift your hips to help changbin pull your pajamas pants down along with your panties, not without first squeezing your buttocks wearing that pretty lingerie. he really loved seeing you wearing the stuff he buys specially for you. he smiled absorbed in looking at your ass, grabbing it and then slapping it not very hard, making you scream in delight a little so he left a kiss on the sensitive flesh, rubbing the reddened spot were the palm of his hand hit you.

“was it okay, dear?” changbin rubbed your ass, tucking your hair behind your ear and then taking completely the clothes away from you. now you were just naked bodies together.

“it just— take me by surprise, binnie” you felt his weight on your back, not fully on you since he didn't wanna hurt you.

he opened a little bit more your legs with his knees, just enough to rub the tip of his cock in your entrance, spreading his precum on your pussy mixing it with yours for a better experience. changbin kissed your back tenderly, comforting you before anything.

“i'll go easy on you, my love” he held your right hand gripping the sheet.

“c'mon binnie— i can't take it anymore” you muttered holding your gasps feeling him tighten up your hand as he pushed himself into you.

he went slowly but the wetness of your walls allowed him go deeper as your started to clench his cock deliciously. you seriously needed him since he left way to his studio that day in the morning. you couldn't help but stay needy of him all day playing with yourself but not filling what you desired the most. you cried out as you felt him completely inside you, your legs got numb and you felt changbin's hot breathing on your neck whilst he was resting his forehead in your shoulder relaxing from the pleasure that you send to all the parts of his body.

“oh bin— yes, yes” you said, it felt really good to be fully stuffed after being needy all day.

he released a soft moan when he tried to move out and in to you, holding on to the mattress to propel himself, making the bed shake as his thrusts catched some balance. you opened your hand and he covered it entwining his fingers with yours squeezing gently each time he went deeper bucking his hips, slamming your ass as he continue sweetening your ears with his sounds. he didn't want you to guess how he felt, he's a man of facts. he couldn't help but let out his gasps feeling you clenching madly on his cock. changbin focused on holding his cumming, even if he had a lasting stamina he would be kinda ashamed of not lasting longer sometimes specially in nights like this were his tiredness and neediness merged against him.

“you feel so good, my love, so good” he said softly kissing your nape while pounding into you, oftentimes forgetting his weight on you to lift his torso but at the same time pulling you towards his hips, hitting harder against the skin creating a lustful sound.

“i— there, keep doing that, ah—” you gasped, it only drove you crazier to feel him using you as his please but at the same time caring for your pleasure too.

changbin threw his head to your back, tilting his forehead on your sweaty skin and diligently looking at how lovely his cock was sinking between your buttocks. the perfect view didn't help him at all. changbin was insane for all the details complementing the union between the two of you; he was fuddle to hear how his skin hit against yours simultaneously, listening that filthy squelching thrusting as sooner as he felt him finding that feeling inside him taking over every part of his body, even seeing him apart from it for a few seconds. he loved feeling it all the time with you and only you.

“i—i'm cumming right now” he started moaning and gasping, not stopping his thrusts as you continued to feel it closer. “i love you so much, my dear”

“i lo—love you, binnie” you drove a hand between your stomach and the bed to help yourself rubbing your clit roughly, crying in pleasure as the room filled up with both of your noises.

changbin grabbed your waist with a hand and when he felt his orgasm reaching full power taking part of mostly every part of him he thrusted inside of you very hard one last time, making the bed wiggle because of the smack against you and painting your insides with his warm cum. it only made a shove to your already closer orgasm, feeling those tickles inside of your lower belly and a certain amount of stress getting away from you refreshing completely. his groans hugged you, it felt safe despite how dirty you felt there covered in both sweats and your pussy stuffed with his seed. changbin stayed there, rocking softly as his spasms continued for a few seconds and you eased up your climax. he approached your left sided face resting on the sheets and kissed you, not very long but passionate, caring and gentle. his actions always told you how much he was in love with you. when he pulled out his cock from you, you released a soft groan like something you owned was taken from you, or it felt like that. changbin turned your body around to face him and instantly gave you a smile that melted your heart, you caressed his cheeks delicately, looking at him as the most valuable human being in your world besides from you. he started rubbing your legs up and down since they got numb and you seemed to relax little by little.

“you okay?” he asked, meeting your glossy eyes and caressing your hair at the same time his massage continued.

“i'm fine, dear. are you?” you grabbed his arm making him lay down with you, approaching him to snuggle on his chest as he covered you with his arms. it felt like home.

“more than fine, my love” he answered hugging you gently, he smiled at you and it felt right. “my wifey, y/n~”

the more you both stayed there the tiredness took over you but cleaning was first after all, so changbin stood up and carried you bride style to the bathroom, spreading kisses all over your face and making you laugh. maybe a second round in the shower would be fine.

#skz hard hours #skz smut #stray kids smut #changbin hard hours #changbin smut #3racha smut

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revy-the-first · 2 years

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"Wait. Do you like me?"

His frame seemed to stutter. "I- I need you to know, that wasn't part of the plan. I wasn't supposed to love you."

I sat down hard in the middle of the books splayed out on the floor. "Love? That's— what plan are you talking about? Did my father—"

"It wasn't your father," he sat too, tapping his fingers on his knee. "It wasn't anyone you know."

My confusion was palpable. "It was a bet." I hadn't asked, but he nodded anyway. "What, you wanted to prove that being a whore runs in the family?" I asked the first thing that came to mind.

"It's not like that. You don't understand." He wasn't looking at me.

"Then make me understand. Please." It wasn't adding up. Not in this lifetime.

He took his sweet time, snapping the rubber bands on his wrist. I remember complaining about them stopping his circulation, until he explained to me how the pain helps him not bite his nails and stay focused especially in high stress situations. Like now.

"It was... It was just a dumb bet, between guys. They were laughing about what girls were virgins and the ones that weren't. And then they got to you." He snuck a glance at me through his lashes, and whatever he saw made him look back down. "Three of them said you were a virgin, three said you weren't. I was the tie breaker — I told them it didn't matter.

"And Kyle said, of course I would say something like that, since I'm a virgin too — I'm not, or I wasn't, but telling them my first time here was with a guy would've ended badly — and I don't... I don't know how or why, but I got really angry."

He moved to start pinching his arm. "I told him to go fuck himself, and the guys smelled weakness. So they dared me to... find out. By sleeping with you. Obviously."

"Obviously," I echoed, drawing my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. The silence stretched. Punctuated by more snapping.

"When I asked if you liked me, I was leading up to a big, dramatic confession," I revealed, finally.

He whipped his head toward me in surprise.

"I would've been angrier if we'd actually slept together. But we haven't. Even that time I was drugged, you didn't do anything except take care of me," my face warmed at the memory.

He snorted, in spite of the seriousness of the conversation. "Well, yeah. I'm not an animal."

My eyes were trained on his hands when I asked, "But you... You do love me?"

He smiled, showing a chipped tooth that reminded me of the time he fell off a swing. "I love you. So much."

I swept my eyes to the side, eyeing rows and rows of dusty bookshelves. "I was thinking, we should walk around the library, and kiss every time we see our book."

That startled a laugh out of him. "That's the corniest thing you've ever thought of. I'm in." He rose to his feet, dusting off his pants and offering me a hand.

I took it. How could I not?

He drew me up, pulling me in for a hug. My face in the crook of his shoulder, I started to hum a song. Something we made up, a long time ago. I was swaying from side to side by the time he caught up.

We danced around the books, and our bags, and our food. Danced, crashing into shelves, and coughing from the dust. We danced until our feet hurt and we fell in a heap on the floor, stomachs aching from laughter, cheeks hurting from smiling.

We kissed each time we found the story of our love. Passed down, through the ages. Debated, discarded, disproved. Foolish young lovers.

Romeo and Juliet.

Another time, in another couple of years, we would find ourselves again, and sing the same song. Dance the same dance. Die the same deaths.

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allthingsfangirl101 · 3 years

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Secret Talent-Link Larkin

I walked out of the house, fixing my backpack strap. I nervously tucked a piece of hair behind my ear when I heard the neighbor's front door open. I glanced over to see Link fixing his hair in his reflection. I quickly looked away and started walking to school with my head down.

Link Larkin and I have lived next to each other our entire lives and gone to school together since preschool. Our parents are really good friends so we've hung out a little, but whenever we did hang out, it was never just us.

He's nice to me when our families have dinner but that's it. As soon as we go to school, he acts like he doesn't know me. It only got more over-the-top when he started singing and dancing on The Corny Collins Show.

It hurt at first, but as we've gotten older I haven't cared. Instead of focusing on him trying to save face at school by ignoring me, I focused on surviving the other kids.

At school, I was known as the intelligent mute. I could answer any question the teacher had, but I could never answer it loud enough for the whole class to hear. They called on me when no one else would answer it and they needed some participation.

By the time Link and I got to high school, he was the singing and dancing star while I remained the smart mute. I was also the student aid for the choir teacher, often playing the piano for her. When it comes to singing, I freeze in front of a crowd. Piano on the other hand is different. With the piano, the focus isn't on me; it's on whoever's singing.

During my lunch, the choir teacher allows me to come in and practice the piano. I looked over my shoulder to check that no one was here before starting to rehearse one of my grandma's favorite songs. My grandpa asked me to play it for her birthday next month and I was still shaky on the bridge.

Wise men say, Only fools, only fools rush in. Oh, but I, but I, I can't help falling in love with you.

Shall I stay? Would it be, would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you.

Like a river flows, Surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, Some things, you know, are meant to be.

Take my hand. Take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you.

I jumped when I heard a music stand being knocked over. I looked over my shoulder to see Link standing in the doorway with one of his friends from the show behind him.

"Link," I gasped.

"Wow," he said with a small chuckle. "You sound amazing."

I bit my lip, my cheeks burning as I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Thanks," I stuttered, barely a whisper.

"I didn't know she could sing," Link's friend laughed as if I wasn't within earshot. Link looked over his shoulder and glared at his friend, making him drop his smirk.

While Link was focused on shunning his friend, I grabbed my backpack and slipped out the other door.

* * * * *

I quietly hummed to myself as I walked home from school. I had just turned onto our street when I heard someone calling my name and trying to catch up to me. I turned, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw Link jogging towards me with his signature Camera Ready smile on his face.

"I'm glad I caught up to you," he said when he stopped next to me.

"What are you doing?" I stuttered. "Don't you have rehearsal or filming or something?"

"They had to push it back due to a lighting problem," he shrugged.

I tightened my grip on my books, clutching them closer to my chest as he continued to smile at me. I glanced over at my house, wishing I had gotten a few feet further and he wouldn't have caught up to me.

"Listen," he said, slightly clearing his throat. "I'm sorry about what Bryce said at school. That stupid comment about you being Little Mermaid who just got her voice back from the evil Ursala. It wasn't funny."

"It's fine," I cut him off.

"No, it's not," he sighed. "He shouldn't be making those comments. It was rude and. . ."

"Really, Link. It's nothing," I tried to laugh off. "It's not like I haven't heard those kinds of comments before."

"Wait, what?" He asked, concern consuming his face.

"Nothing," I quickly said.

"What did you mean 'those kinds of comments'? Have people made those jokes before?"

"You mean the Little Mermaid jokes?" I scoffed. I tightened my arms around my books and looked away from him. "I've been hearing myself being compared to her ever since the movie came out."

"I'm sorry," he said softly. I could tell he was about to grab my hand so I quickly turned on my heel and started walking to my house. I chewed on my bottom lip when he ran to catch up to me.

"Y/N, don't you think we should talk about this?"

"What else is there to talk about, Link?" I sighed. "It's not like we're. . ."

I quickly stopped talking when I realized what I was about to say to him. I glanced over to see him figuring it out without me saying it. He reached over and grabbed my hand, stopping me.

"Y/N, not like we're what?" He asked slowly. I expected him to release my hand, but he didn't.

I opened and closed my mouth, hesitating. I sighed when I realized that he already knew the truth so I might as well say it.

"Not like we're close, Link."

"We're close," he shrugged, laughing a little. His smile fell when he saw the look on my face. He cleared his throat, finally letting go of my hand. "I mean, I know we don't spend a lot of time together, but it's not like I ignore you. . ."

My heart sank when he dropped his sentence.

"Y/N," he sighed.

"It's fine," I interrupted him. "It's never bothered me that we weren't close. When I said that, I just meant that what people say about me at school shouldn't concern you. It's not your job to protect me from childish insults."

"Still," Link said softly. "They shouldn't be treating you that way."

"But they do," I shrugged. "And it's not your job to stop them."

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I was rehearsing the choir's set during lunch when I heard the door open. I looked over my shoulder, my fingers hovering over the keys.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked softly.

"I wanted to talk to you," he smiled. "Is now a good time?"

"I guess," I shrugged as I turned around on the piano bench. I bit my lip when he walked over and sat next to me.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked as I played with my fingers.

"I wanted to talk to you about your secret talent."

"My what?" I stuttered, looking up at him.

"You don't just play the piano," he chuckled. "I heard you singing yesterday. You were amazing."

"Thanks," I blushed, looking back down at my fingers.

"How come you don't sing more?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked, going back to stuttering.

"Your voice is beautiful, Y/N," he smiled. "It should be shared."

"Shared," I repeated, my voice barely audible. "You mean. . ."

"Why haven't you ever auditioned for the Corney Collins Show?"

I started laughing but quickly stopped and cleared my throat. I looked away and went back to chewing on my bottom lip and nervously playing with my fingers.

"Why was that so funny?" Link asked, his voice softer than before.

"I just meant. . ." I stuttered.

"Why is the idea of you joining the Corney Collins Show so funny?"

"Well. . . I'm not really. . . I'm not the performing type," I finally got out. "You were born to be in front of the camera. I'm more the type to be behind it."

"That's not true," Link said to try and lighten the mood. "I think you would steal the spotlight."

"I never would," I said as I stood up and instantly straightened my skirt.

"Y/N."

I gasped when he stood up and grabbed my hand, spinning me back towards him. The way he was looking at me made my stomach do flips. Looking into his blue eyes gave me butterflies like I'm never had before.

"If you're nervous about not fitting in with the rest of the cast, your voice would fit in really well. The girls might take some time getting used to you but the boys, well, the boys would warm right up to you. But don't worry about them. I'll keep them away from you. I think the audience would eat you up."

"Link, just stop," I said forcefully as I pulled my hand out of his.

"Y/N," he said slowly. "I didn't mean to. . . I was just trying to. . . Why do you keep such an amazing talent hidden?"

"There's a reason singing is a secret talent of mine," I said my voice slightly breaking. I cleared my throat before adding, "And besides, not all of us are born to be in the spotlight."

* * * * *

The next day at school, I avoided Link as much as I could. We don't have any classes together so other than the hallway, I knew I wouldn't run into him. I made sure not to walk by his locker and avoided his usual route to class.

At lunch, I debated eating in the library but at the last minute, I decided to eat in the lunchroom. I had barely sat down and gotten my lunch out when I was no longer alone.

"What did you mean?"

His sudden voice made me jumped. I looked up and watched speechlessly as he sat across from me. I looked behind him to see everyone from his show watching us. My cheeks burned when Amber glared at me.

"What?" I stuttered, finally looking back at Link.

"The other day," he began to explain, "you told me that there was a reason singing is a secret talent of yours. Why is that?"

I opened and closed my mouth, unable to find the strength to tell him the truth. Right when I finally got up the nerve, I glanced over at Amber again.

Her glare made me shake my head and look down at my hands. Link turned around and made eye contact with Amber. Her glare quickly lifted and turned into her innocent/flirty face.

"What did she do?" He asked before looking back at me. "Y/N, does your secret talent being a secret have anything to do with Amber?"

I bit my lip when Link stood up. I fought the tears as he reached down, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up.

"What are you. . ." I stuttered, finally looking at him.

"Come with me," he whispered.

I watched as he grabbed my stuff along with his. I didn't object as he grabbed my hand, instantly intertwining our fingers. He led me out of the cafeteria and through the school. The closer we got to the library, the more my hand burned.

"What are we doing in here?" I asked as he led me through the library, to the back where our librarian set up a small reading nook.

"This is your favorite place," he said with a small chuckle.

"How did you know that?" I asked under my breath.

"It looks like the one your dad built you in the window," Link said, his cheeks slightly changing color. "You used to sit there all the time and read until your parents dragged you out of it. I used to. . . I used to watch you."

"You watched me?"

"I know how that sounds," he stuttered. "It was just so interesting. While I was practicing my dance moves and stretching my vocal range, you were always reading a book. I used to wonder if you'd ever run out of books to read."

"I hope not," I chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. He looked up at me and smiled. I felt my cheeks burn the longer he stared at me. I looked away and played with my fingers.

"What are we doing here, Link?"

"Does Amber have anything to do with your secret talent being a secret?" He asked his question again.

"Link," I started to say but he interrupted me.

"Did she do something?" He started to ramble. "Did she say something? What could she possibly say or do that would lead you to hide your amazing talent? I mean, I've never heard anyone sing as well as you do. All the girls on the show combined can't sing as well as you can. Amber is the only one who would ever try and manipulate or sabotage you. Is that why? Did she. . ."

"Link, stop." I cut him off. "You're really making a bigger deal out of this than you should. It happened years ago."

"What happened?"

"It has nothing to do with Amber," I tried to reassure him. "I mean, yes we were in the same voice lessons growing up, but she didn't do anything. It happened when we were twelve."

"What?"

"When I sing in a choir or with other people, I'm fine. But when I sing on my own. . ." I cleared my throat, the memories and the embarrassment coming flooding back. "It was my first solo. Amber and I had been going head-to-head for this solo. When we found out that I got it, she was furious. Every rehearsal she would tell me that I was going to blow it. Well, the night of our performance finally came and. . . She was right. I blew it."

"What do you mean?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I looked up, expecting Link to be laughing, but there wasn't an ounce of judgment in his eyes as he waited for me to continue.

"I went up to the mic and our pianist started the song. When it was my cue to sing, I couldn't. I opened my mouth, but for the life of me, nothing came out. I saw everyone staring at me, waiting for me to start singing, and all I could hear was Amber's voice telling me that she knew this would happen. Next thing I knew, I ran off the stage. I didn't wait for the show to end, I had to get out of there. I grabbed my stuff and started walking home."

Why was I telling Link Larkin this story?!

"What about your parents?" Link asked, sounding like he wasn't sure this question was okay for him to ask. "Weren't they waiting for you in the audience?"

"They were," I sighed. "My dad actually caught me down the street. They took me home and I went straight to my room. They didn't ask any questions, they didn't give me a lecture, they didn't push me. They allowed me to lock myself in my room until I was ready to come out. The next day, my mom asked if I wanted to go to the party my voice group was having but I didn't. She didn't ask why. Instead, she asked if I wanted to continue my voice lessons. After a lot of thought, I decided not to. I shifted my focus to the piano."

When I stopped talking, I waited for Link to say something about it, but he didn't say anything. I could tell he was thinking about everything I just said.

"Is Amber's comments the reason you didn't go back to voice lessons?"

"Not fully," I shrugged. "I was embarrassed but. . ."

"But you were worried about Amber saying, 'I told you so'," he finished for me. I bit the inside of my cheek as I nodded. He sighed as he reached over and took both of my hands in his.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to pressure you. It's just. . . I've been thinking a lot about you."

"You have?" I asked, my voice soft.

"Yeah," he chuckled, his cheeks turning pink. "Ever since I heard you sing, I can't seem to get your voice out of my head."

"Link," I whispered as I slowly pulled my hands out of his.

"There's something I have to tell you," he said eagerly. "Ever since we were kids. . . I always wanted. . . I was worried you thought I was just your parents' friends' kid. . . So I never. . ."

"Link," I cut off his rambling. "You aren't making any sense."

"I've always had a crush on you," he blurted out.

My heart jumped into my throat as I tried to study my neighbor. My mind went all over the place as I tried to digest what he just said.

"I've had a crush on you ever since we were kids," he continued. "I know we didn't spend that much time together, but I noticed how cute you were and how kind you were, and soon I wanted. . ."

"Wanted what?" I barely asked.

"I wanted to be more than just your parents' friends' son."

"You wanted more?"

My breath got stuck in my throat as he grabbed my hands, slowly pulling me closer to him.

"Want," he corrected as he leaned in.

I let out a shaky breath as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Our lips didn't start moving in sync, they just pressed together. Link slowly broke the kiss, instantly looking into my eyes. Before I could stop myself, I let go of his hands and wrapped my arms around his neck.

I hesitated for only a second before standing on my toes and pressing my lips back to his. I felt him smile as he wrapped his arms around my waist and started kissing me back.

We broke apart when the school bell rang. I felt a blush creep onto my face as I stared into his eyes.

"We're umm. . . We're going to be late for class," I whispered.

"You're right," he chuckled. I smiled when he still hadn't let me go.

"And we should probably go before the librarian finds us," I added. Link laughed as he slowly let me go. The second his arms were unwrapped from around my body, he grabbed my hands and intertwined our fingers.

"Before we go," he said softly, "I'm sorry for pressuring you into joining Corney's show. It's none of my business why you don't want to perform. What is my business is what happens with you and me."

"You and me?" I asked under my breath.

Link reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear as he nodded. My smile fell when I realized who I was talking to and what we were talking about.

"Are you sure?" I stuttered.

"What?" Link chuckled. "Why wouldn't I be sure?"

"Well, because," I stuttered. "You're Link Larkin, the best male dancer on the Corney Collins Show. Why would you want to be with a girl who has stage fright?"

"That's not what I see," he smiled. "I see the girl next door. The girl who I spent way too much time staring out my window and watching her read. The girl who I'd see in the hallway and wish I had the guts to talk to. The girl who I've had a crush on since we were little."

"Link," I stuttered as I tried to walk away.

He shook his head as he pulled me back into his chest. He instantly leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and gentle. When he broke it, his Camera Ready smile was there.

"You and me, Y/N."

"But Amber. . ."

"Forget about her," he said instantly. "What other people say, doesn't matter. What does matter is what we want. And I want you, Y/N. So what do you want?"

I bit my bottom lip, looking into his eyes. As I stared at him, I realized that all the snap judgments I've made about him since he joined The Corney Collins Show were wrong.

Before I could stop myself, I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his. Link smiled as he let go of my hands, wrapping his arms around my waist, and kissed me back.

I broke the kiss, slowly lowering off of my toes. Link smiled down at me as he subconsciously tightened his arms around my waist.

"You," I whispered. "I want you, Link."

He let out a relieved chuckle as he pulled me closer. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Our lips immediately started moving in sync as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

We broke the kiss when we heard voices walking into the library. I slowly unwrapped my arms from around him, chewing on my bottom lip.

"We should go," I said, barely audible.

Link smiled as he nodded. We hesitated before finally pulling away from each other and grabbing our backpacks. I was just about to walk out of the library when Link stopped me. He grabbed my hand, instantly intertwining our fingers.

"I won't let anyone come between us," he said, looking down at our hands. "If anyone, and I mean anyone, says something about you or how you're quiet, I'll handle it."

"Link," I tried to calm him down.

"I mean it," he said, looking up at me. "I won't let anyone say we aren't good for each other."

"Promise?" I asked before I could stop myself.

Link leaned down and pressed his lips gently to mine. He broke the kiss and smiled at me. This wasn't his Camera Ready smile. It was his real one.

"I promise."

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batlingsstuff · 4 years

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|| DREAM SMP HEADCANONS ||

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hello! this is my first time doing headcanons, and i just want to clarify some things:

sadly, i won't be doing requests because i'm busy af with school and i dont want to dissapoint anyone, but you can drop some suggestions and i would think about it! it would be really nice :)

also i won't be writing romantic headcanons for minors or those who are uncomfortable with it, but i can do platonic headcanons for them! ^^

i won't be doing nsfw headcanons either, because i'm uncomfy with sexualizing real people and just writing nsfw in general :)

also, please tell me if someone is uncomfortable with fanfics and/or headcanons and i will erase that part as fast as possible, thanks for passing by! - batling

✦ means platonic

✦ characters : ranboo, tubbo, tommy, philza, techno and jschlatt

♥ means romantic

♥ characters: quackity, wilbur, nihachu, dream, george, sapnap, eret, karl, fundy and bbh

keywords:

(y/n) : your name

(n/n) : nickname

(p/p) : pizza place

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” – John Green

┌────── ⋆⋅✦⋅⋆ ──────┐

SLEEPOVERS

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GENDER NEUTRAL

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♥ Quackity

oh boy

i just have two words for this one: pure chaos

he will punch you with a pillow if you try to sleep

and you will be MAD at this

grabbing a pillow and hitting him RIGHT IN THE FACE with all your strenght

he'll probably fake cry about it, saying that you hurt him

after a while of pillow fighting, you guys got tired and plopped into the bed, snuggling into eachother and just enyoing the comfortable silence before drifting to sleep

♥ Wilbur

you two will probably blast hamilton and scream the lyrics till the neighbours wake up and you get angry knocks at your door

and you will laugh at that, lowering the speaker's volume and telling him to lower his voice aswell to avoid your neighbours calling the police

then you'll eat snacks and talk about anything that pops into your mind, laughing at the most silly jokes

he will sing sweet songs to you, making you fall asleep to his calming voice

summary: fluff

♥ Nihachu

you and her will bake pastries at a very late hour

she REALLY enjoys baking with you bc she thinks it's a great way to spend time with you

all this girl wants is to spend her time by your side, doing particularlly anything like streaming, baking, playing games and going outside for a walk and/or shopping

once you finished baking, she will kiss your cheek multiple times. that's her way to tell you that you did a great job :)

you'll spend the rest of the night cuddling, eating your pastries and watching some random movie, commenting about how bad it is and laughing

♥ Dream

bruh

this bitch will speedrun the sleepover

is it possible to speedrun a sleepover? maybe

you'll spend the rest of the night probably playing uncharted 3: drake's deception in his old ps3

after a while, you guys got bored from uncharted and went to his pc to play amnesia: the dark descent

there are 2 options:

you will be scared as fuck and will avoid looking at the screen when you think something bad will happen or when some body will come out from a drawer

or you will be totally chill with it, laughing hard when clay pisses his pants for real when he encounters the gatherer

you named the gatherer 'bob' :)

♥ George

he'll take you to the rooftop

and pushes you so you fall to your death

i mean

he gets blankets and pillows so you can stargaze together

he'll teach you the constelations while pointing them, excited about every single one of them

"look (y/n), that's the ursa major!"

he'll have hot chocolate prepared too, so you don't get cold while stargazing

you try your best to not fall asleep on the rooftop

but eventually fail

when he notices you're asleep, he stops talking about the constellations and carries you to your bedroom, giving you a goodnight kiss and leaving you in your bed so you can have a peaceful rest

♥ Sapnap

hey mamas

i don't know what sapnap will do in a sleepover so i will just improvise B)

you will watch anime together

not any kind of anime, like that romance-comedy bullcrap

no fuck that

you will watch the classy angsty anime like madoka magica

WATCH IT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY

you will fucking cry because of literally anything that happens to the characters

"(y/n) why are you crying it's just a show"

'IT'S NOT ANY SHOW SAPNAP IT'S FUCKING MADOKA MAGICA OF COURSE I'M GOING TO CRY'

the last chapter made you fucking cry harder

AUTHOR HERE I WAS CRYING SO MUCH WHEN IT ENDED

yeah you will basically watch anime with him, cry about it and he will comfort you and bring you a glass of water so you don't have a terrible headache after it

I KNOW THIS HEADCANON SUCKED I'M SO SORRY

♥ Eret

KINGG <3

you two will plan a picnic in your yard

yes your yard

he'll bring a ton of snacks and you'll buy a few drinks

you two spend the rest of the picnic talking about your future and enjoying the snacks

then, he'll make you stand up and will teach you how to dance tango

and of course you will mess everything up

and you even stomped on his feet accidentally, making him wimper

but he brushed off the pain and laughed at your concerned face

after calming down his laughter, he gave you a passionate kiss and hugged you tightly

i love eret ok

♥ Karl Jacobs

this man.

this man is the definition of sweet

you'll spend the night cuddling and making cute pet names for eachother

he will definetely give you a great back massage if you're stressed

then he'll start writing love letters full of things he adore of you

and you'll do the same for him

after that, you will share your letters and just snuggle and smile at the sweet things you guys wrote for eachother

he will deffo shower you with kisses when he finishes reading your letter, telling you that you're the nicest person on earth

and that he loves you so so much

♥ Fundy

i'm a huge fundy simp ok

he will bring his piano to your house and you guys will compose a melody together

he will let you sit on his lap while you play the piano/keyboard with him

fundy will basically teach you how to play basic piano songs

you asked him if you guys could play megalovania together

he said no :(

but still you got to play nice songs together without messing up

and when you got the hang of it, he snuggled his face in your neck and kissed you there genly

and when you got tired, he started playing very calming songs and you fell asleep in his lap, snuggling into his chest

he gently carried to your room and will sleep beside you putting a fair distance so you can have a comfortable sleep!

♥ BadBoyHalo

bbh supremacy

he will get rat ready so you can snuggle with her too :)

you guys will mainly play with rat and talk about life in general

he will call you tons of cute pet names

ofc he will call you muffin it's bbh who we're talking about

he will talk about how bad he wants to spend the rest of his life with you

after a while, he will take you to his kitchen and start making muffins together

he will guide you on how to bake 'em though

you guys had a great time making muffins and cuddling with him and rat :)

══════ ∘◦❀◦∘ ══════

✦ Ranboo

tall mf gives the best piggy back rides

when he gets to your house there is a 100% chance he will bump his head on the door frame

and there is a 100% chance you will make fun of him because of that

"(y/n) please stop laughing my head hurts :("

you'll give him some ice to put on his head while you two play minecraft on your ps4

you will bring snacks too and ask him if his head is better

"yeah, thank you (n/n)"

he will pull you in a hug so you can be comfy together while you play good ol' minecraft

because ranboo surely doesn't play anything besides fucking minecraft

stfu that video of him playing spooky's jump scare mansion doesn't exist

✦ Tubbo

SWEET BE BOYY <3

he will gift you a bee plushie

expect a lot of (FRIENDLY) hugs from him

like fundy, you guys will play piano together

you guys are most likely to prank call some random numbers AND your friends

and you accidentally called some random pizza place

"hello! this is (p/p), may i take your order?"

you were nervous and didn't know what to say

UNTIL YOU CAME UP WITH A GREAT IDEA

"hello? are you there?"

'hi yes, i would like to order 7 extra large pepperoni pizzas to (tommy's adress).'

"oh- okay! uhm- they will arrive in a few hours. are you okay with that?"

'yes ma'am, thank you.'

when you ended the call, you couldn't help but burst out laughing, knowing that tommy will be so mad at you guys-

✦ Tommy

like quackity, PURE. CHAOS.

you guys will obviously stream your sleepover

doing a q&a stream :)

tubbo and wilbur will probably crash your stream and start spamming things like 'MEETUP??' and 'DIDN'T GET AN INVITE'

you guys laughed and added them to the call

"WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU GUYS INVITE ME?" wilbur shouted

'i'm sorry willlll'

you kept playing minecraft with wilbur, tubbo and quackity too since he crashed your stream like an hour later

after the stream, you got up and plopped on the mattress that was on the floor

"tired?"

'yeah'

"okay, good night big (initial)"

✦ Philza

POG

YEAHHH SLEEPOVER WITH THE MINECRAFT GOD

AND KRISTIN'S THERE TOO :)))

and oh god you ADORE kristin

i'm pretty sure she's a total sweetheart

it would be like having a sleepover with your parents

only that it's less boring

you guys will watch a movie together, you will be in one side of the couch eating snacks while phil and kristin are in the other cuddling

you'll eventually bug them about it

after the movie, you fell asleep early and philza noticed, talking to kristin about it too

and wrapped a blanket around you so that you get a good rest :)

✦ Technoblade

mr. blood god teaches you the arts of the CRAFT.

yeah i mean it's techno what else does he play besides minecraft

he will play bedwars w/ u, teaching you how to pvp

"bro you kinda suck tbh"

'stfu techno'

he will comment about how bad you are, but tries to help you get better anyways

and when you do a very poggers gamer move, he praises you

and when he praises you you're all :)))

after awhile, he gets tired from watching you play minecraft and suggest watching anime

fucking weeb

i mean

other thing you guys do together in a sleepover is playing and commenting about pokemon

if you don't like pokemon get tf out of here /J

i was joking please don't leave i respect your tastes

✦ Jschlatt

ooooh boy

get ready for a session of wii training

that's all you guys will do

play wii sports and some other shit like wii music

he will laugh his ass of if you fall while playing wii fit

but he will eventually help you bc outside his funny and shouty persona, he's a really chill guy and a really nice person!

seriously like have you ever seen a theweeklyslap video?

well expect hearing amazing pep talks from him

bc this man is a legend and knows his way to words and is very good at comforting people :)

sometimes you'll rant to him about anything that's happening in your life, and he will listen to you and give you really helpful advice

and you appreciate him so much for that

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

TYSM FOR READING GUYS, i appreciate it if you made it this far :)

i hope you guys really enjoyed these headcanons, it's my first time doing them and aa i'm a bit nervous about posting this but i'll be fine ig

also i'm sorry if there's a grammatical error, english is not my native language and i'm still learning it :) have a nice day/night, drink water and don't fuck up your sleeping schedule!!

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jazz-miester · 3 years

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Holding hands. Ya know. Like normal bots.

Pairing: Ratchet x Bot!Reader x Drift

Song: Sunlight- Hozier

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

An: Y'all for the life of me I can't find a while lot of content for this. So I'm doing it myself. I love these two so much. (I also may rewrite this. I'm not completely happy with how it turned out but I do hope you all enjoy!)

(Bot reader is also gender neutral. Forgot to put that!)

They both noticed them at the same time. A soft smile pressed against a face that looked like it was plucked from an artist's canvas. Their optics were bright as they laughed. Their friends joining in with the harmonious music.

Their hands gestured almost wildly. Dancing through the air whilst they told their story. As they finish they come to a standstill, their fingers pressing against their cheek as they took a listening ear. Helm tilted to the side as they did so.

Drift has only seen them a few times here and there. And only when Rodimus was around. Y/n was one of the few bots that could stand Rodimus's more outlandish ideas of fun.

With a drink pressed to what he could only call sinful lips. He didn't have to point them out for Ratchet to notice either. Didn't have to speak a word.

"I've only seen them once for a check up. Haven't seen them since." Oh if he believed in any type of god it would be them. After they left he wouldn't see them again unless they needed him. It was a large ship and only seeing someone once in a blue moon wasn't an uncommon occurrence.

Their laughter carried over to the table they were sitting at. Drift seemed to glow as he placed a servo over Ratchets. The medic hardly sparing a glance as he gripped Drifts servos just a bit tighter.

"Ratty."

"No." Drift chuckled as he watched his Conjunx's optics follow the bot they were watching leave. All curves. Their frame moved languidly. Like water flowing through a stream. Calming but promises of disaster whispering on the edges. Hips swing while they walk. Punctuated by the lines on thier thighs.

Something neither of them would mind holding deep into the night.

"C'mon. Just a little talk. We both know we like them. What could it hurt?" Ratchet took a drink and set the empty glass far in front of himself.

"Drift. What of they don't want to be with either of us?" Drift arched a brow and snickered. Then began laughing. Shoulders shaking as disbelief went through him.

"Really Ratchet? That's what worries you. Rejection." He pressed a kiss to Ratchets servo. "If that was the case I would have never been with you. You deserve more than an ex-con. More than what I can currently give you." Ratchet shook his helm.

"Not this again." Drift grined.

"I'll go on until I've ran out of breath and you know that." Ratchet stared at him. Deadpan as he told Drift.

"We're cybertronian. Not human. We don't breath." And with that Drift threw his hands in the air.

"Not only have you missed my point, but they've gotten away."

"Drift-"

"Ratty?" Drift wiggled in his seat, giving Ratchet a "look" as the Doctor was prone to saying.

All Drift knew was that it made Ratchet soften and cave in. Useful when he tried to get the mech to rest.

"I. Fine." Ratchet drank then stole the rest of Drifts drink. Something something on the beach. "Stop giving me that look you've one."

"Ye-" Ratchet cut Drift off.

"Under the condition that we get to know them first. Outside of Rodimus and Doctors visits." Drift nodded his helm rapidly. Excited that they got to meet this new bot.

To get the possibility to add to his little family.

It wasn't to long after that Ratchet got to talk to them. Not even a full week later they were in the med bay.

"A twisted arm and. Primus how did you even manage that?" He glanced up at the bot in front of them. Their frame darkly colored, bright pink energon smeared all over their tapered waist. They had the decency to look ashamed.

"In my defense Rodimus told me I couldn't do it." Y/n shrugged their shoulders. "I did it but got a spike in the side. And rolled. And well." They vaguely gestured at their twisted arm.

"And here I thought you were one of the sensible ones." Ratchet went straight to work. The words muttered under his breath as he Dulled pain receptors and twisted metal back into shape and fixing pierced armour.

He was answered by a flushed faceplate and stuttering fans.

They spent another week together in the med bay. Where he learned they got just as twitchy as Drift when he had to sit still for too long. In truth they were ready to leave two days ago.

But he liked the way they got flustered over small touches. Was it an abuse if his power? Probably. Did he care? Frag no.

And it was nice seeing them fit so easily with Drift. They listened to him aptly. Optics wide as he taught them all he knew about meditation, crystals, and his time with the Circle of Light.

And here the three of them were. Y/n's helm was facing Drift, who was sitting next to them. Ratchet was between their legs, thick fingers prodding along their neck. He could feel their pulse quickening as he checked for any residual soreness.

"Everything ok Ratchet?" They asked. Wide eyes peering up at him. Ratchet hummed in response.

"Seems to be." He pointed a finger at them. "And if you come back in this medbay because you got hurt by another stunt like that one I will reformat you into a toaster." Y/n chuckled and nodded their helm. Ratchet softened a bit at that smile. And it seems so did Drift.

Drift looked over at Ratchet. Then sent him a message through their private com link.

:Can we ask them now?:

:No.: Ratchet left from in front of Y/n and began making the last of his notes on their chart.

:C'mon Ratty! Them coming into the medbay like this got the both of us to know them together! It's a perfect opportunity!: Ratchets hands found a place on his hips as he turned to glare at his conjux.

: No. Not yet.: Drift sighed.

:The worst thing that could happen is a no.:

Y/n glanced between the two of them. Clearly they were arguing about something.

"Should. Should I leave?" They were already partway off of the berth before Drift stopped them. A hand splaying across thier chest. He could feel thier spark fluttering deep inside.

"Would you like to go get drinks with as down at Swerves?" Y/n was taken back a moment so he quickly added. "As friends of course. I'd like to think we've all gotten a little closer together. Right?"

Y/n felt their tanks turn as nervousness took over them. It is true they all got to know each other a little bit more. And they have spoken to Drift a few times before this. Being friends with Rodimus allotted time for that. And Drift has been nothing but nice to them.

Out of the corner of their optic they could see Ratchet fidgeting with a rag trying to seem busy. Something told them that this was more that just friends going out to drink.

"Ya. I'd love that." They smiled at him. "What time? I think Swerve was gonna hold a movie tonight as well. We could go watch that?" Drift grinned. Fanged teeth just catching on his bottom lip.

"Sounds perfect."

And that's exactly what they did. Again and again. Whenever all three of them had time off, which was difficult because of Ratchets odd hours, they would get together.

And at the same time it hurt y/n. The two of them were perfect together. It made them wonder why they wanted to hang out with them. They were nothing special. Didn't have any high rankings or noticable achievements during or after the war. So when the feelings started they almost quick hanging out the the couple all together.

Ratchet and Drift never made them feel like a third wheel. Hardly. They included them in everything. It was confusing. New territory to explore and yet.

"Y/n? You there Glow Bug?" Y/n groaned at the nickname. They got it after Drift began teasing them over how brightly thier faceplates began everytime it flushed out of emberasement or nervousness. Y/n wondered if he knew it was because of him and Ratchet.

"Huh? Oh ya. Sorry. Just got lost in thought for a moment." Ratchets fingers ghosted over their faceplates. Sure enough they began to flush once more.

"Are you getting sick? I told you to come in a while ago." They shook their helm.

"No. No I'm not. I." Should they asked? They don't want to ruin the friendship that they have with them. Ratchet and Drift were the closest friends they had next to Rodimus.

They took a long sip of their drink.

"Is everything ok Glowbug?" Drift tilted his helm. "You are looking a little warm there. To much to drink?"

"M'fine. Honestly." They felt Ratchets arm come to rest on the seat behind him as the older mech sat back in his seat. His thumb brushed the nape of their neck sending shivers down their spine.

All of this was confusing. Y/n was having trouble distinguishing platonic touch and a more intimate touch. Never having really been able to get a deeper relationship with anybody other than friends.

Honestly. Why would Ratchet or Drift want them. Y/n felt Drifts knee press against their own as he reached over to pour more enjex into Ratchets and their glass. The bright pink liquid swirling as the glass filled.

It was quite between them for a moment. The other patrons of the bar talking around them.

Confusion was swirling through their though thoughts. One moment Drift an Ratchet were acting like friends and the next they were flirting. Touches that were anything but casual. Given the chance they would loved to be in a relationship with them but realistically. Do they really deserve that? They wouldn't want to ruin anything that the two already have. And they cherish their friendship. It's just.

"Ok. Now I know something is wrong. You never this lost in thought." Drift placed his servo over theirs. His thumb brushes over their knuckles. Y/n wasn't small by any means but even still, it looked like his hand engulfed theirs.

"Why?" Y/n said at last. Their voice a little to this side of shaking for their liking.

"Why what, Glowbug?" Drift asked. His hand never leaving theirs.

"Why are you guys doing this?" The two drew theirs hands back almost comically fast.

The two began making faces at one another. Something they've come to learn was them speaking over their coms or through their bond.

Ratchets shoulders shrugged downwards as if pulled by a great weight. Drift looked everywhere but them.

"It wasn't our intention to make you feel uncomfortable." Ratchet pulled away from them as did Drift.

It left an ache in their spark.

"If we made you feel forced to do anything we apologize. Sincerely." Drift looked back and them. His mouth opened and closed. "I know I'm an ex con but. Anything anyone's told you more than likely isn't true."

Y/n snort laughed. Drifts faced was almost comical. Confusion painted all over.

"That's. That's hardly it at all. I meant. Why are you guys being so nice?" They gripped their drink tightly. "I mean. I love our friendship. Really I do. It's the closest I've gotten to any one but. Some stuff. A lot of stuff is new to me." Ratchets hand rested onto their shoulder.

"And?"

"And I don't understand. I don't want to ruin what we have. At all. But. Something is telling me you want to be more. More than just friends." Drift smiled softly. His thumb brushing the rim of his drink.

"Ya. Both me and Ratchet." He made a point to mention the medic. "We both like you. A lot. And we did want to get to know you as a friend. Mostly. But we didn't want to." He nodded his helm side to side. "We didn't want to proposition you for anything you didn't want to do. Honestly. We were waiting for you to say something first. With me being third of command and Ratchet being cmo."

Y/n hesitated. Here they were. They knew the solid truth now. And truly. They would live to be with them. But.

"You've never been in a relationship before. Have you?" Ratchet asked. His voice low and soft as to not seem like he was making fun.

"I." They sighed. "No. I haven't. I wasn't ever able to but. I'd like to. With both of you." They drew in bit on themselves. Then smiled. "I couldn't think of anyone better than to be in a relationship with. It's just. I have absolutely no idea how any of this works."

Drift laughed. His shoulders shaking.

"Ratty! They said-" Ratchet cut them off.

"I know what they said." He looked back at y/n. "You would have us?"

"I'm pretty sure I already said yes. Unless your so old we need to have First Aid check your hearing." Ratchet laughed and snarked back at them.

"I'm not so old that I wouldn't be able to hear you calling my name." He waited for a moment for it to sink in. Muttered directly into their audio receptor.

"Oh." Faceplates grew with heat. Glowbug indeed.

Drift took pity on them.

"I'll tell you what y/n. We'll start here." He grabbed ahold of one of their hands. Then reached over to do the same to Ratchet. "Holding hands. Ya know. Like normal bots."

#maccadam #mtmte drift #mtmte ratchet #ratchet x reader #drift x reader #dratchet x reader #gender nuetral reader

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skzvibes · 3 years

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It's not like you're in love

pairing: bang chan x reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: intense make out, mentions of nudity, mentions of sex (not explicit smut tho)

word count: 4,6K

a/n: sorry if you find mistakes or typos, English is not my first language so this won't be perfect <3

You met him because you started working on JYP as a staff.

You were almost always working with Stray Kids, so you got close to them and, after a few weeks, you were already friends.

But with Chan was different than with the rest of the members

You have always looked at each other in a different way

And even if you said that you were just best friends, even the members knew that you were just avoiding your feelings

"Are you still here? I need you in my studio." That was the text Chan had just sent you. Yes, you were still in the JYP building where you worked, and even if you were about to leave to go home, you immediately headed to his studio. You adored those moments when you two were alone because he wanted your opinion about his new song or maybe just some company while he was working. You had a special friendship with him even if you had not known each other for that long, and you did not expect that at all when you started working in JYP as a staff member.

When you got there, you knocked at the door, and you heard him saying that it was open. You smiled right when you entered the room. It was kind of cold and dark. The only light was from the computer screen, which let you see his silhouette. You got closer to him and sat in the chair next to his, knowing that he was probably finishing something and he would look at you in a few seconds. And that is what happened. He typed something, and then he took off his headphones to look at you. He smiled and hugged you quickly before handing you the headphones.

"Thank you for coming. Did I stop you from going home?" He asked, looking worried.

"Yes, but you know I don't mind," you smiled and put on the headphones. Chan smiled and played the track he wanted you to listen to. You had the same conversation every day he asked you to go to his studio, but he still felt guilty.

Chan observed you while you listened to the song. The first time he asked for your opinion, you were so serious while listening to the song that he thought you didn't like it, but now he knows that it's just because you want to listen to it carefully so you can say something more than "I like it", and, to him, it's the cutest thing ever.

When it finished, you took off the headphones and stayed quiet for a few seconds before talking.

"I think it's good, but... Don't be mad, but it sounds kinda similar to the last one." You said, and looked up to him, hoping that he wasn't angry at you. You knew he wanted your sincere opinion, but sometimes it scared you that he could get angry or hurt. But he sighed and nodded, resting his back on the chair backrest.

"That's what I thought," he said, staring at his computer. You felt bad for not being able to help him out.

"Maybe you could ask Jisung or Changbin for help. They're way better than me at producing songs, and I'm sure they can give you a better opinion." He looked at you as you continued. "Honestly, I don't know why you ask for my opinion." You laughed, making him laugh too.

"I don't know, it helps to have different points of view, you know?" He said, and you thought that was all but he continued. "And I like spending time with you, so it's kind of an excuse." He added smiling and observed how your cheeks turned pink.

"Me too." You said softly, and after that, you both stayed quiet, the only sound in the room was the buzzing of his laptop, and your eyes locked.

And then he leaned in, slowly. As he got closer, you could smell his cologne, and your heart started to beat faster, not knowing what his next move would be. And when all you could see was him, you stopped feeling your body, you couldn't hear the buzzing of the laptop, and the room didn't feel cold anymore, but warm.

And he kissed you.

His plump lips brushed yours softly and carefully, making you close your eyes. He tasted like mint. At first, your noses touched but then he tilted his head so he would be able to kiss you more confortably. But as he did that, he noticed what he was doing and stopped the kiss. You opened your eyes and took a deep breath. Your eyes connected.

"I'm sorry, are you sure you-" He started, and you answered by kissing him more. You placed your hands on his shoulders and made him rest his back on the chair again, at the same time that you stood up to sit on his lap. You started running your fingers through his hair, and he held the back of your neck to keep you close with one hand while he placed the other one on your thigh.

Your heart was about to explode, and you felt dizzy as you tried to process what was happening. But you just couldn't. All you could feel and think about was him. At one certain moment, his lips were around your bottom lip, and he bit it, taking you by surprise and making you let out a little moan. Then, you two needed to breathe, so you pulled away.

"We can stop if you-" He started again, and you rolled your eyes, placing your hand against his mouth.

"Can you please stop acting as if I don't want this as much as you do?" You whispered, and you felt his smile grow against your hand. Then you placed it in his shoulder again and leaned closer to him. "Because I do." His pupils dilated, and he connected your lips. His hands started rubbing your back and went further down to the end of your t-shirt.

"Take it off." You mumbled softly against his lips, knowing that it would lead to much more that night.

Two weeks later...

"Chan, we should get dressed." You whispered against his chest. It's not that you wanted to do it, but you were in his studio and it wasn't exactly private.

"Five minutes more, I promise." He said, and he kept drawing figures with his fingers in your naked back. You nodded and closed your eyes. You've never felt so relaxed and at peace in your whole life.

It had been two weeks since you and Chan started... whatever it was. And it was great, but you hadn't even talked about it, and you didn't know how to bring it up. Because you appreciated him so much and you didn't know how to tell him that you had fallen in love with him without ruining your friendship. Maybe, if you had noticed that you were in love with him earlier, you wouldn't have started this "friends with benefits" thing. But now you just couldn't help it. You liked him so much that you didn't want to lose what you had.

After a few minutes, you got up from his lap, making him groan.

"It's been like two minutes, not five." He whined. You let out a little laugh and hurried in getting dressed because it was cold without him hugging you.

"Chan, someone could show up here at any moment, and I don't want any of the boys to find out about us like that." He sighed but, knowing that you were right, he stood up too and started putting his clothes on. "Are you going to the dorms now?" You asked him.

"No, I think I'm gonna stay for a while. I got a bit distracted by you the last hour." He joked.

"And you dare to say that it's my fault. I will not come the next day you text me." You teased him. He smirked and got closer to hug you.

"We'll see." You locked eyes for a few seconds. You wanted to say it. I love you.

But you didn't.

"Goodnight, don't leave too late. You need to sleep too, superhero." You kissed his cheek and turned around to leave, but he held your wrist.

"What kind of goodnight kiss is that?" You laughed and pecked his lips. When you pulled away, he smiled at you. "That's better."

"You're unbelievable." You walked towards the door. "Goodnight, Chan."

"Night Y/n" he answered, and you closed the door.

When you got home, you took your clothes off and put on your pajamas. After that, you went to the bathroom to remove your makeup, and you saw yourself in the mirror. You were smiling widely, and you hadn't even noticed it. Of course, it was because of Chan. The last two weeks had probably been the best weeks of your life. And you wanted more of that. You wanted to know if he felt the same way you did when you were together. That's why you decided to talk with Chan the next day.

"Come on, you can do it." You encouraged yourself. You had been in front of the practice room's door for about ten minutes. You could hear them practicing inside. It's not that hard, just open it.

And you did it, making everyone in the room look at you. Chan smiled instantly, and the others were surprised but happy to see you too.

"Hey Y/n, what are you doing here?" Jisung asked you, and he got closer to you to hug you. Jisung was one of your best friends, even though you haven't been able to spend a lot of time together lately.

"Hi, everyone. I wanted to talk with you, Chan. If you can." You said, looking at him. He nodded and indicated the rest to practice the choreography while he talked to you. You walked to a corner where they wouldn't hear you, and he looked at you, waiting for you to talk.

This wasn't a good idea.

"Well, umm..." You looked down and started playing with your fingers as you got more nervous every second. "You know we've been... spending time together..." He chuckled at your way to call it but he let you continue. You took a deep breath and looked at him in the eyes. "What are we, Chan?" You asked, and his smile faded away as soon as you did it.

No, this definitely wasn't a good idea.

"Why are you asking me that?" He asked, frowning. He looked so confused, and you didn't know how to explain it. You started looking around, avoiding looking at him, wishing you never started that conversation.

"I... I just thought... I don't know, we're not friends but- " You tried to speak, but he interrupted you.

"We aren't?" he asked, and you panicked since he misunderstood you.

"That's not what I meant. I mean... We are friends, but we aren't just friends?" You tried to explain, but you didn't even know what you were saying.

"I swear I don't understand what-" He started, and you decided to go straight to the point.

"God, I like you, ok?" You let out, and his eyes widened. "I like you. And not just as a friend." You finished, and he sighed. He looked at the boys making sure they weren't listening, and then he looked at you again.

"Y/n, I don't know if you misunderstood but... I do like spending time with you but that's it..." You felt how your eyes watered, but you held back your tears. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you... God." He stopped talking and massaged his temples. "What I mean is... We aren't dating" And you hoped that was all he had to say so you could leave, but it wasn't. "And we won't. We can't have another type of relationship." He added, and you felt as if someone had just stabbed you in your heart. You waited a few seconds to answer because you were afraid that your voice would crack.

"No, I understand. It's fine." You finally said, but when he tried to reach out to you and hold your arm, you took a step back. He looked worried. "Umm... I have to leave now." You said, walking backward. You just wanted to get out of there.

"Y/n..." He tried to stop you from leaving but at that point, the boys were looking at you, confused.

"No, really, you never said you..." You stopped there, you couldn't talk with the boys listening, but you knew he had understood you. "It's okay. We're still friends." He nodded slowly, but he wasn't sure that you meant it.

"Then... We're fine?" he asked you again before you left.

"Yes, sure." You reassured him, and then you walked out of the room as fast as you could, leaving the boys, especially Chan, so confused. He tried to continue practicing, but he just couldn't stop thinking about your watery eyes. He couldn't take your sad expression out of his head. He tried to explain it to you without hurting you. But you said everything was fine, right? Maybe you just needed some time to think. Everything will be the same tomorrow. He said to himself.

Too bad he was wrong.

The next day he didn't see you for the whole day, and since he didn't want you to feel pressured, he didn't text you when he used to do it. But the same happened two days later. The third one he tried to text you, but you left him on read. The fourth one, you replied to his message saying that you had some stuff to do and you couldn't meet him. He started to feel worried. And he missed you a lot. Not only having sex with you but everything. Chan missed spending the evenings with you in his studio, listening to his new songs or recommending music to each other, or talking about weird and deep stuff he couldn't talk about with anyone else.

After one week, he thought that was enough. If you said everything was fine, why were you ignoring him? So he got out of his studio, where he usually spent the whole day, and started walking around. Of course, he had a million things to do, but he couldn't help it anymore. He needed to see you and ask you what was happening.

After about ten minutes of walking around, he spotted you talking with another staff member. As he got closer, he could see the bags under your eyes, as if you hadn't been sleeping well. What had happened to you?

You noticed him when he was a few meters away from you. You knew you would have to face him at some point, but you weren't ready yet. He said that you couldn't have another type of relationship, so what was the point? You couldn't act as if nothing was happening and keep meeting him in his studio. Because if you were already hurt, who knows how would you feel after a month. Or three. Or a year. You couldn't deal with that, and you needed to tell him, but you didn't know how yet. That's why you had been avoiding him. But you should have known he wouldn't let you do it for so long.

"Y/n, can we talk real quick?" Chan said, and Lena, the staff member you were talking with, left thinking that Chan needed something related to work. Shit, don't leave me alone. You thought, but of course, your friend couldn't have an idea of what was happening. When she left, you nodded slightly, and you two walked into one of those "focus rooms" that everyone could use. They were soundproof, so Chan knew you could talk freely in there. He let you in first and, when he was inside too, he closed the door. Then, he turned around to look at you.

"Do you need anything?" you asked, trying to act as if nothing happened. Chan sighed, knowing what you were doing.

"Yes, I need you to buy me an americano, and I think Jisung wanted cheesecake." He said sarcastically, crossing his arms. You tilted your head and sighed.

"Fine, what do you want?" You asked. You tried to act rough, but if he had held your hand, he would have noticed you were trembling.

“What do I- Did I miss something?” He asked, slightly annoyed. He couldn’t understand your behavior. “You’ve been ignoring me for a whole week, I thought you said we were fine,” Chan observed you, trying to figure out what was happening.

“It’s not that I’m ignoring you…” You started, and he raised an eyebrow. “I needed to think, I thought you would understand that I can’t just act as if nothing happened.” You replied. Chan shook his head.

“Then you shouldn’t have said we were fine. You should have talked to me.” He complained and raised his voice without noticing it, but you did. That annoyed you. Why was he mad?

“Sure, after you told me we can’t have another type of relationship. What a great moment to talk with you, Chan.” You said, loudly. You didn’t know at what point that conversation turned into an argument, but you wanted to end it. “Chan, you only want sex. I don’t want to have that type of relationship with you anymore, and, as you said, we can’t have another one. So I don’t think there’s anything to talk about anyway.” You said and shrugged. Chan looked at you as if you were saying nonsense.

Well, for him, it was. He only wanted sex? Absolutely no. Could he be only your friend after everything that happened between you two? Also no. Could he date you? No, it was forbidden. Did he want to? He didn’t know.

“I’m trying to be professional. I work here. I’m a staff member and you’re an artist. That’s it.” You finished the conversation and tried to open the door, but he stopped you by holding your arm.

“That’s it? What about everything that has happened between us?” Chan asked. He couldn’t believe you wanted to go back to the time you weren’t even friends.

“I don’t know, Chan. Find another girl. You’ll forget me soon. It’s not like you’re in love, right?” You smiled slightly, and he looked down without saying anything. Why couldn’t you understand he couldn’t love you? He would risk every single thing he has been fighting for during all his life. He just didn’t know what to say, so he stayed quiet.

And you interpreted it as a no.

“That’s what I thought.” You said, lastly. You moved your arm, and he let it go. He observed how you got out of the room and walked away without looking back.

Of course, he didn’t know it was because you didn’t want him to see you cry.

One week later

"C'mon Y/n..." Jisung complained. He wanted you to hang out with the boys at the dorms, but you didn't want to. Because of obvious reasons. "I know Chan and you aren't on good terms. I don't know what happened between you two..." If you knew... You thought. "... but we're still friends. I don't want to lose you because of this. And maybe you can talk with him too, I know he doesn't want to lose you either. You two are like soulmates." He said, and you sighed. You knew he wouldn't leave you alone until you agreed. But you weren't ready yet. And, talking with him? He said what he wanted, and you didn't want to do it, so that was it. You didn't need to talk.

Jisung noticed that you didn't want to talk with Chan by your facial expressions.

"And if you don't want to, it's not a problem. Lately, he's been in his room the whole day if he's not in the studio. I don't think he goes out." You were still doubtful. But you missed the boys a lot.

"Fine, I'll go." You said, and he clapped, showing you his heart-shaped smile, and hugged you.

"Cool, see you tonight." You nodded, and he walked away since he had practice with the boys.

After all, he was right. You couldn't just stop talking and hanging out with them because of what happened between you and Chan. That's why, that night, you were at the dorms when they told you. Hyunjin opened the door and smiled at you.

"Hi, Y/n! I'm so happy you decided to come." He hugged you quickly and let you in.

"Well, Jisung said there would be pizza." He laughed and, after closing the door, he led you to the living room.

"Y/n! Changbin-hyung wanted to start eating without you." Jeongin said, pointing at him. You laughed when Changbin raised his arms, trying to look innocent. You were so happy to see them that you almost forgot that Chan was just a few meters away, in his room.

Even if he had his headphones, he heard your laugh. Of course, the boys warned him that you were coming over, and even asked him to have dinner with them, but he excused himself, saying that he had a lot of work to do. He wasn't hungry anyway. He never was since you two stopped every type of contact. He did have work to do, but he couldn't do it anyway. He hadn't composed anything in that week either, and it was driving him crazy. One of the main reasons why he wasn't dating you was that he didn't want to get distracted from his work, but his world seemed to be upsidedown since you distracted him, even more, when you weren't with him.

In the living room, you all were having an interesting conversation about if birds had ears or not (Felix's thoughts sometimes amused you) when Seungmin talked.

"Should we bring Chan-hyung some food? He must be starving." He said. Minho nodded.

"I haven't seen him eat today," Minho added, and your eyes widened.

"For the whole day?" You asked, worried.

"It's not that weird. When he has a good idea, he stays in his room or the studio for days. We always bring him food, but he's been rejecting it lately. I don't know how he isn't hungry." Minho explained, and you looked at Jisung.

"You didn't tell me that." You said. It didn't seem that serious when he told you.

"I didn't? Sorry, I thought I did, But yes, he's been acting weird lately." He stated. Then, all of them started to talk about another topic, but you remained thinking. You weren't sure if he was like that because, as they said, he was working on something good... Or because of you. You didn't want to think like that, but you couldn't help feeling guilty, even if you didn't know if it was your fault.

That's why, a few minutes later, you took a plate and put in it one slice of pizza. Then you stood up, and everyone looked at you.

"Where are you going?" Jisung asked, even if he knew what you were about to do. Of course, he would have brought food to his hyung, but he hoped that you would do it. He wanted you two to talk.

"I'm gonna bring Chan some food... It's worrying me that he hasn't eaten today." You said and walked away toward his bedroom.

When you got there, you opened the door and saw him with his headphones on, the room completely dark except for the computer. Of course, it reminded you of the evenings you spent in his studio.

Since he hadn't noticed you, you walked toward him and tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around expecting to see one of the boys, but he almost choked when he saw you there. He immediately took off his headphones, but he couldn't say anything. He just observed you, there, in his room.

"Umm... The boys told me you haven't been eating well so... I brought you dinner." You said, placing the plate on his desk. You waited for a few seconds, but he didn't say anything, and it was getting awkward, so you decided to go back to the living room.

It's not that he hadn't anything to say. He had so much to say that he couldn't even verbalize it. He was shocked to see you there, after one week of not having any contact. He couldn't help to stare at you and ask himself what he had done. You were probably one of the best things that ever happened to him and he didn't want to lose you.

And when he realized that, you were already about to open the door of his room to leave.

"Y/n" He called you, making you stop and turn around to look at him. Again, he didn't know what to say. He just didn't want you to leave again.

He stood up and took a few steps until he was right in front of you. He cupped your face with his hands and placed his lips on yours. It was so sudden, but as soon as you felt him kissing you, you kissed him back. At that moment, you felt like your senses were waking up. You didn't smell his habitual cologne, but you did notice the vanilla from his shampoo. And he tasted like mint again. His thumb started caressing your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. And after a few seconds, you felt your cheeks wet. He was crying. You stopped the kiss and opened your eyes to look at him. He opened his eyes too when you placed your hands on his cheeks to wipe away the tears.

"I'm sorry," he sobbed. "I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm sorry." You ignored what he was saying since you were more worried about why he was crying.

"Are you okay, Chan?" You asked him. And he sighed before letting it all out.

"No." He confessed. "I can't sleep. I'm never hungry. I can't write lyrics. I can't compose anything good. Everything I do is think about you even more than before, and it's driving me crazy. I don't know what to do, Y/n." And he locked eyes with you, almost begging you for a solution.

"Chan... Do you love me?" You asked, risking it all. But afraid of being hurt again.

"I told you, I can't..." He started looking around, avoiding your eyes. You interrupted him.

"That's not what I asked." You said, and he stayed quiet. You decided to risk it all one more time. The last time. "I love you, Chan." You confessed, and he broke down in tears and pulled you into a hug, buried his face in your neck. "I love you too." He muttered against your neck. Then you held his face and wiped his tears again. You knew that the tears were just the proof of how much stress he had been going through.

"Then everything is fine. We can go slow and see what happens. I dont need you to take care of me or give me attention all the time, Chan. I know that music is your passion and that you need time for that. I'm okay with it. I understand it."

He just nodded and placed the softest kiss on your lips. "Thank you for not giving up on me."

Then, you told him to lie down on his bed. You knew how tired he was because of not sleeping. You took off his shoes and yours as well and lay down next to him. He hugged you and kissed your forehead. "God, I missed you so much." He muttered against your hair.

"I missed you too," you replied, and you two fell asleep, feeling safe and happy, knowing that the other would be there in the morning.

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headinthestaticsky · 3 years

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The Phenomenon of the Immortal Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 6

None of the characters in Twilight belong to me, all rights go to Stephenie Meyer!

Authors note: I have no idea if I used these song lyrics in a previous chapter in Eclipse... I have a garbage memory.

"Stars did fall. Thunder rolled. Bugs crawled back, In their holes. The couple screamed, but it was far too late. Her jealous heart did retaliate."

Ten Cent Pistol by, The Black Keys.

Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie looked like they wanted to kill someone. Alice, Dean, Esme, and Bree all looked confused and hurt.

Rosalie inhaled deeply.

"We need to do something about those two..." Rosalie said.

"They're way out of line... Edward especially... human or not I would kill anyone who comes near Fleur." Jasper added, fury was still in his voice.

"What can you guys do he's your brother. Besides after Bella turns they were going to go live in that cabin you guys renovated for them."

"We'll need to do something, you don't need any of this right now... I'm disappointed in him." Esme said sadly.

Before I could say anything else I could hear Bella scream.

"She must've just gotten bitten." I murmured.

"Hey you're probably thirsty, your eyes are starting to turn black, let me get you something," Esme suggested.

"That'd be great thanks... Jazz, could you hand me my phone?"

"Sure, what for darlin?" Jasper said sitting next to me.

"I need to call Sam and Leah... they need to know about this too. If we keep it from them, they could consider it a threat."

Carlisle's office door swung open, Edward ran toward the front door and slammed it. Carlisle came out with an annoyed look on his face.

"He's going to be the second death of me I swear he is."

"Well Seth already knows, maybe he told Leah." Bree suggested.

"Maybe he did but it won't hurt to check." I replied. I dialed Leah's number first thinking she might be a little more understanding.

"Fleur?" I heard her ask on the other line.

"Hey, Leah... has Seth told you anything lately?" My voice trembled slightly. I heard Leah sigh before letting out a laugh.

"Yeah, Seth told me you were pregnant calm down." I heard her reply.

"Oh, so Sam knows too?"

"Yeah but he's a bit skeptical... you know how he is." Leah mumbled.

"Yeah... but what about Bella... he does know that today is her changing day, the transformation is already happening."

"The last thing he told Seth about her is that she's not our concern anymore... it's her choice to change, we can't stop it." Leah explained.

"Listen I gotta go, I'll see you soon."

"See you later." She hung up a few seconds later. I rested my head on Jasper's should and sighed in relief.

"Here Fleur, maybe this we'll make you feel a bit better," Esme said, handing me a glass.

I grasped the cup and chugged it, it was gone a few seconds later. I didn't feel much better.

"Your eyes are still black...each bag should have the exact amount of blood you need for the next few days... How about you have some more?

I gulped down another bag, it still wasn't enough.

"This isn't good." Carlisle explained, he looked puzzled.

"Ehh...why isn't that good?" I inquired

"Well, if you can never be satisfied with the amount of blood your drinking you will eventually begin to starve. You will lose your strength, and could possibly have moments of insanity." Carlisle explained.

"I can handle this... it'll be worth it for him. Besides like you said before it most likely won't be a full 9 months."

"We'll all be by your side darlin." Jasper reassured, kissing my cheek.

"I'll monitor you whenever I can, it seems they're already growing quickly." Carlisle said, gesturing down to my bump.

Over the next few weeks, my baby grew more and more, but I was beginning to get weaker. No matter how much blood I drank, nothing seemed to sedate me. The rest of the Cullens were on edge with Edward and Bella, and since Bella was finally a vampire, they couldn't trust them at all. They weren't around much but when they were Rosalie and Jasper seemingly stood guard for me. I was zoned out, laying in an armchair since I was beginning to get sick of sitting on the same couch when Esme interrupted my concentration.

"Fleur, Leah and Seth are here." She called out.

I sat up and smiled, gesturing for her to bring them in. Leah and Seth walked in carrying some wrapped boxes with them.

Esme walked in with them before giving a quick goodbye as she wanted to help Carlisle and Rosalie with collecting food for me.

"You two did not have to get me anything." I said.

"Look aunt Leah has to get my nephew something." She said a smile was on her face.

I opened the box, a stuffed wolf plushie was inside, a dreamcatcher was underneath the plushie.

"These gifts are great thank you!"

"No problem, I thought they would be nice."

"You are the only one who thinks it's a boy, everyone else thinks it's a girl."

"I trust your instincts." Leah shrugged before pulling up a chair and sitting next to me.

"So how are you Fleur?" Seth asked, he shuffled around in his place, his eyes were scanning for someone else.

"It's getting rougher now since he's growing so big but, I know it'll all be worth it in the end."

"Your eyes look really dark, aren't they suppose to be red?" Leah inquired.

"We're beginning to think he's half-vampire half-human, he has a heartbeat it's just slightly faster than usual humans. He's definitely drinking the blood I get."

"I heard what happens to vampires when they don't feed...it gets rough." Leah said rubbing my back comfortingly.

"I have my moments but, they haven't been too bad."

"Where's the rest of the Cullens?" Seth inquired.

"Hunting, Edward, and Bella don't show up much... they don't want me to have my baby. But the rest of the Cullen's are really supportive and Jasper is ecstatic about it." I rubbed my bump unconsciously.

"But how do you eat?" Leah asked, her eyebrows were furrowed.

"Carlisle and Rose get these bags of animal blood for me." I saw Leah sigh and Lean back against her seat.

"These vampires aren't so bad after all...I'm glad Seth found Bree... she seems nice." Leah smiled.

"Oh she really is, she didn't know what she was doing when she was turned... I'm glad we're able to help her."

"So... when do you think you'll give birth?"

"Carlisle said I could give birth in a week or two... It's nerve-wracking, it's so unpredictable."

"Hey, you'll be fine... I'll stay here for a bit if you need." Leah offered.

"That would be nice but, I don't want to put you through any trouble."

"It wouldn't be any trouble besides If Edward or Bella tries something... they're going to have to deal with me too."

I laughed but before I could say anything I could sense Edward and Bella coming in, but the others were still farther away.

"Great... now we got werewolves constantly coming in." Bella complained.

Seth and Leah looked up shocked.

"Bella... did you forget you were in a toxic, manipulative love triangle for a solid year with a werewolf... for a solid fucking year." I snapped back.

"Jacob doesn't talk to me anymore!" Bella roared.

"Good for him, he needs to move on." I said, Leah nodded in agreement.

"You always have to stick your opinion in don't you?" Bella said.

"Uhh... you walked in for 5 seconds are were already trying to start shit with me." I snapped, the rage in my body burned.

"Hey, don't you snap at my wife." Edward snarled, he started walking up to me slowly.

"Back off Edward." Leah warned, she seemed to feel how pissed off I was.

"Can it mutt."

"Edward... I've been starving for almost a month... don't try me."

"What can you do? You're frail, weak, impaired." Edward pushed, walking up in front of me.

"What in the fuck are you two still doing here? I mean... honestly, you both got what you wanted, Edward you got a mate, and Bella, you became immortal. If you can't stand the decisions we're all making then why don't you just leave?"

"Because we're protected, we're the feared Olympic coven... Who wouldn't want to stay here." Edward explained, he rolled his eyes as if it were obvious.

"Oh I see... you're using them, you're too unskilled to protect yourselves so why wouldn't you want to let everyone else do the work?" I said in fake shock, Leah and Seth began to chuckle.

"I'm not unskilled enough to protect myself from you." Bella smirked, joining Edward in front of me.

"...You two fucking try something I dare you because the way I've been feeling all month I fucking dare someone to mess with me. I growled standing up on my own, it was strange... it was like a new strength filled my body.

Leah came up in front of me and put an arm between us three.

"Just drop it you three... this isn't going to end well." Leah warned.

Edward smirked and then grabbed me, I quickly flipped him around and as I warned before kicked him through the glass wall.

I heard shuffling and turned around to see Leah holding Bella down with Seth helping her out. I turned back around to the window, I saw Edward lying on the ground with Dean, Alice, Esme, and Emmett looking up at me in shock. I saw Carlisle approach Edward, a deadly look was on his face.

"Damn short stack!" I heard three sets of feet running inside Jasper, Rosalie, and Bree came into the lounge room. Bree went to go help Seth and Leah with Bella.

"Darlin are you okay?" Jasper called toward me worryingly. I couldn't say anything however as that newfound strength had dissipated, and I clutched my head. Rosalie and Jasper rushed to me.

"That's it I can't stand those two anymore they have to get out of here!" Rosalie exclaimed, Jasper just nodded in agreement.

When I was sat back down in the armchair I decided to explain what happened. The rest of the Cullens came back in, Edward couldn't look me in the eyes now.

"So sweety, what happened?" Esme inquired.

"I was just sitting with Leah and Seth when Bella started complaining that Leah and Seth were here."

Bella tried to say something but Rosalie gave her a glare.

"I snapped at her I'll admit but... then Edward started coming up to me threateningly... but he then he said that he was just living with you guys because he was being protected... and long story short Edward grabbed me and I kicked him through the glass wall." I finished. I had never seen Carlisle or Esme so mad before.

"Is that true?" Carlisle inquired.

"But..."

"HE SAID IS IT TRUE!" Esme interrupted.

Edward bit down a growl before answering.

"Yes."

"You two can't come around here anymore...nor do you two belong to this coven." Carlisle demanded.

Bella gasped.

"What a second we can work something out..." She started.

"Look I'm not going to spend decades of you three fighting all the time... and personally, I'm personal want to keep the one I like." Rosalie sniped.

"Leave at once," Carlisle said.

Edward and Bella stormed out of the house and ran off. A thick silence overtook the air.

"Uh...sorry about the wall." Jasper shushed me before pulling me in for a kiss.

"You two okay?" He asked, rubbing my stomach.

"Oh yeah he's having a blast...you should've felt him, he was kicking up a storm. He's a fighter I can tell." I said smiling. Jasper curled up to me and rested his head on mine. I saw the Cullens as well as Leah and Seth glance at each other, leaving the room.

"You know, I can feel what emotions they feel," Jasper stated.

"Really? How is he feeling now?"

"They loves the sound of your voice, I can tell. They get so happy when they hear it."

I smiled fondly on my bump before rubbing it softly.

"I'm glad you love it, we both love you that's for sure..."

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imagineabrighterworld · 3 years

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Summary// Ground Zero has been your crush since you were rescued by him, and ever since then, you've been writing love songs that your manager is sick and tired of hearing. One day on a live broadcast, you admit that the songs were inspired by your admiration for said hero. Little did you know, he was just in the other wing of the building getting his own interview done and decides to see you after the cameras are off.

A/N: I know his hero name is Dynamite but I wrote this before it was decided so I'm sticking with Ground Zero, sorry ^^;

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You were never camera shy, you loved the stage and all that came with it. The lights, the flurry of makeup artists and the adrenaline rush of seeing the On-Air light turn red.

But the moment you saw him walk into the room, you swear your heart fell into your stomach and all the words you've ever sang were sucked right back into your throat.

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Ever since the accident that nearly took your life, you have been an active fan of Ground Zero. He was constantly in the news, either due to his heroics or due to being spotted with other top heroes such as Deku or Shoto. Considering he was their classmate in high school, the media gobbled up any coverage they could with the trio.

You on the other hand, were mostly into the tabloids for information on Ground Zero.

The accident was after one of your concerts. You had been on your way to your tour bus when a villain had attacked. Luckily none of your crew were hurt, but you were trapped under the rubble of the concert hall that had fallen when the villain rammed into the wall. It was cramped and had little oxygen, the air was full of dust and your lungs were heavy with the ash. You had broken your arm and had to use it to support yourself to keep from getting crushed under the rubble that was slowly but surely pressing down on you.

You had little hope for yourself as the rubble grew heavier, your arm giving out under the weight of your body, but before it could fully crush you, you heard the sounds of explosions.

Not long after, you felt the weight of the rubble lift.

Ground Zero had sent smaller blasts to break up the larger pieces of rubble before finally moving the giant piece that was pinning you to the ground. He scooped you up into his arms and murmured the same line under his breath as he brought you to the paramedics.

"You're safe now."

He lowered you onto the gurney and waited by you as the paramedics asked you questions, soon finding your rib was cracked as well. Ground Zero gave you a once over before parting with a quiet goodbye and a thank you to the medics that were helping you.

You didn't get the chance to thank him as the medics placed an oxygen mask on your face.

So you wrote him songs. You never used his name, but a hero was always implied when it came to songs about him. You tried to be subtle with the crush you had developed, but apparently you weren't subtle enough.

Your manager was sent an invitation for an interview to talk about your new album full of love songs. The album was crammed with songs about a one-sided pinning for someone who could never love back, but the last song was a ray of hope that they might find a way to each other.

Was it based on reality? No. Ground Zero couldn't have liked you like you liked him, he didn't know who he had saved and likely didn't look back on that event. He was a busy hero who saved people daily. He wouldn't know your name, but you could always dream maybe he would hold you like he did when you were hurt.

So there you were, in a chair with the lights on you and your interviewer.

"Your album is named Loved One, are you trying to send a message to a certain someone?" The man asks as he cleans his glasses with a wipe.

You fiddle with your hands on your lap, a half smile on your face. "It's a love song for someone, yes. But if he's ever heard it I'm not sure."

"Your songs have been in the top ten, with Sweet Delights being number one for seven weeks straight. Surely he's heard one of them."

True. Your music was popular. But did he ever hear them? Would he know it was him you were talking about when you sang?

Of course not. That's why you wrote your feelings with no fear of being found out.

"He's a very special man, I can't say he has the time for music." You turn your face as a small blush fans your cheeks. "He's a hero, I'm sure he's too busy to listen to the radio."

The interviewer leans forward in his seat, a grin tugging at his lips. "A hero?"

The live audience begins to whisper and you can hear the names of heroes being tossed around.

Deku. Shoto. Chargebolt. Cellophane.

Ground Zero.

"Yeah." You chuckle. "He saved me during an accident. I'll be forever grateful to him for saving my life."

"Love at first attack."

"Something like that."

"What would you say to him if he were here right now?" The interviewer leans back in his seat.

You look down at your lap, twiddling with your thumbs as you try to come up with the words. You've written dozens of songs, but what words would you give him?

"Thank you. For being my hero. I've written you love songs I never thought you'd hear. Maybe I thought it would make you feel the same way I feel for you." You look up from your lap and chuckle, this time a tad bit weaker. "Silly isn't it? I get to know so much about him but I'm just a dime a dozen that he saves. He doesn't even know my name."

The interviewer scoots forward and hands you one of the tissue boxes on his desk. You aren't about to start crying but you appreciate the gesture and take it from him anyway.

"Love can be tough. But you've written plenty about it haven't you?"

A light chuckle comes from the crowd.

You smile. "I know enough about pinning for someone who will never know me."

"What is his name? Maybe we could get him on here, get you a coffee date." He says in a playful tone.

What's the worst that could happen?

"Well, this is a little embarrassing, but it's Ground Zero." You rub your neck as the crowd collectively gasps. "He saved me after a concert I held, and ever since then he's been on my mind. I thought it was creepy, so I figured I would use my music as an outlet. My album is dedicated to unrequited love and accepting it. Hopefully I'll accept it one day too."

For a moment the interviewer is quiet, but when you look closer you see a smile is building on his face.

He clears his throat and lifts his remote control to the screen behind the both of you. "Ironically, in the west wing of the building, we're holding an interview with Ground Zero himself."

The screen turns on to show Ground Zero seated with his own interviewer.

They were watching your interview live.

And he just heard your admission to liking him.

Your grip on the tissue box tightens as you see his eyes scanning you.

Oh god you were going to be sick.

He stands up and walks out of the room. All you feel is lead in your gut as you watch the television move onto commercial.

Your interviewer presses on the Bluetooth in his ear and nods along to whatever the people were saying. But you didn't want to hear any of it. All you felt was dread.

He heard.

He must think you were crazy. It was his job to save people! He didn't do it out of chivalry or kindness like some knight in a fairytale!

You let go of the box and cover your face with your hands. The crowd was talking now, you couldn't catch what they were saying but they were going wild.

Deciding to see what was getting the crowd so riled up, you look to the doors.

And there he is.

Standing across the room with his eyes glued to yours.

- -

So there you are. No words were forming and you felt like you were being sucked into the Twilight Zone.

The crowd cheers as he walks down the aisle in his full gear and makes his way straight to you.

You cover your face again as the interviewer speaks to him.

"The man of the hour, Ground Zero ladies and gentlemen!" He announces, but the crowd was already roaring with energy.

You feel the hero stand in front of you, mostly because he blocked your light, and soon you were wondering if you could sink into the cushions and disappear forever. Let Loved One be your momento mori, your swan song before you disappeared off the face of the earth.

"Hey."

No no no no- no!

You hear his gear shift and from the cracks between your fingers you see him crouch in front of you.

"Stop filming." He says to the interviewer.

"We still have five minutes to break-" The interviewer starts up but stumbles on his words. You hear the pop of small explosions and the murmur of the crowd.

"Break for two!" The producer calls from backstage.

"Hey."

This time, you lower your hands to cover your mouth, looking at Ground Zero with half of your face covered.

He looked just as he had when he rescued you, minus him being in his winter gear. But it was all the same. Even the tone he was using with you. Like you were fragile.

"Did you mean it?" He asks, his head nodding towards the screen above. "What you said about me."

"I.. I did." You uncover your face, using your nervous energy to hold onto the box of tissues instead, squeezing the life out of the poor box. "Every word. You saved me and I'm grateful." You look down in shame, unable to utter the next words while looking him in the face. "I- I know it's weird, to like someone you know so little about-”

"Bakugou Katsuki."

"Huh?"

"My name, is Bakugou Katsuki." He grips your chin gently and tugs you to look at him. He had a small grin on his face. "Go to dinner with me and I'll debate letting you call me Katsuki."

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•Soft Touches, Warm Cuddles• Duff Mckagan

Pairing: Duff Mckagan x Reader

Requested? Yes! By an anon

Theme: Fluff

Warnings: Very mild language

Word Count: 1k

A/N: —

You lean forward resting your arms on your knees while sat on an uncomfortable chair. The people around you were bustling and moving quickly. It was giving you a headache.

You're in the airport waiting for your boyfriend to get home. He's been on tour for the past six months, and you can't wait to be able to see him in person. You tap your foot on the floor and keep focused eyes on where he'd be walking out soon.

There were a couple security guards around, just to be sure they won't get harassed too bad. You sit back again, uncrossing your legs and drumming your fingertips on your knees. You take your eyes off the exit and look at the other guy's girlfriends, that all having the same same antsy behavior.

A few more minutes pass before you see your tall blonde boyfriend. He towers above most people around him making it easy to spot him. You quickly run up to him, tackling in a hug causing him to stumble back a few steps. You cling onto him tightly like a koala.

"Woah! Happy to see me?" You nod into his neck. He rubs your back and gently sets you down back on the ground. The people around start looking, making the security guards hustle all the boys out.

Once you and Duff are in the car, you behind the wheel, he begins talking all about tour. Sights he saw, people he met, places he thought you'd like, everything.

"I'm glad you had fun," you say with a smile, glancing off the road for a split second to look at your happy boyfriend.

"It would've been better if you were there, though." He brings your hand that he's holding up to his lips for a quick peck. You pull into your driveway.

You and Duff step out of the car and begin to unpack all of his luggage. You struggle with the weight of some, and you wonder what the hell he could possibly have in them. After all the bags are in, you and Duff have some quality cuddling time.

Duff lays splayed out, his long legs nearly hanging off the edge of your unreasonably small couch. You are laying on top of him, your head resting on his chest.

His soft hands rub up and down your back, occasionally moving your hair or stopping to cup your face for a chaste kiss. You haven't felt this relaxed or comfortable since he's been gone, and you come to the realization that Duff is the only person that can make you feel this way.

"I love you," you say quietly, as to not break the quiet atmosphere.

"I love you, too." Duff lets out a contented sigh. "Were you miserable without me?"

"Oh yeah, could barely get out of bed," you say, sadly only half joking. "How about you? Did my absence make France and Spain seem dull?"

"It did actually, but everything seems dull compared to you," he says. You laugh and shake your head. "I'm not kidding! You'd make even the prettiest sight seem insignificant just by standing by it."

"You're sweet." You sit up, pushing your lips against his before laying back down. It's silent for another few minutes while Duff thinks.

“Come with me next tour?" He asks. You bring your head up from his chest and give him a look.

"Duff, I—"

"I know, I know, you have work and stuff but I can't be away from you for so long again. And I'm making good money now! You don't need a job."

"I'm not going to live off of you," you say. You've always been an independent, hard working person, you don't love the idea of living off of someone else's money.

“Just while on tour, then you can get a job when we come back?” He says uncertainty. He knows how hard it is to get a job, and quitting your job every year or so to go on a long tour most definitely wouldn’t fly. “You don’t have to answer now, just think about it.”

“Yeah, ok, I’ll think about it.” You lay your head back on his chest, now not as relaxed as before. Duff continues moving his hands up and down the length of your back, sometimes pushing down to massage tense spots.

“The guys missed you, too. Steven might be the only one to actually admit it, though,” Duff says, trying to distract you from thinking too hard about his previous question. You smile and let out a short giggle.

“I missed them, too. Don’t tell them I said that,” you joke, earning a laugh from Duff. It’s quiet again. It isn’t awkward or strange, but rare. Usually he’d be talking your ear off every chance he got, even if it’s just rambling about song ideas or a new movie he saw.

You look over at him, and you can see how he’s exhausted, despite trying not to show it. His eyes would droop every couple seconds, and his caresses would pause when he dozed off. He’s trying relentlessly to stay awake, but he’s jet lagged and the plane ride was tiring.

“How about a nap?” You ask, your voice just barely above a whisper to avoid startling him from dozing. It does anyway, his head popping up from being hanging and blinking the sleep from his eyes.

“Sounds amazing,” he says before swinging his legs over, placing his feet on the floor and standing while holding you in his lanky arms. His quick movements startle a laugh out of you.

He kicks open the bedroom door, carrying you to the bed and placing you down gently. He steps away to pull off his pants and shirt before laying down on top of you. One of his long legs slung over your hips and his head tucked in your neck.

It wasn’t an unusual position, sometimes he just needs to be held, and although he nearly crushes you, you’re completely used to it. You card a hand through his fluffy blond hair and scratch his scalp softly. Duff lets out a contented breath, his body completely relaxed and molded to you.

“Oh, and Duff?” He hums, but doesn’t open his eyes. “One tour can’t hurt me too bad.”

Duff smiles and leans his head up to press a sloppy kiss to your cheek before trailing more down to your neck. You squirm away from the ticklish sensation and giggle.

“You’ll love it,” Duff mumbles quietly when he settles back down. “I promise.” You place a soft kiss on the top of his head.

“Goodnight, Duff,” you say quietly, before letting your eyes flutter shut and falling into the first comfortable sleep you’ve had in months.

#I really don’t like this one lmao #I always think I don’t put enough dialogue so I tried putting more talking in this and now I feel like it’s boring #I’m never happy lol #guns n’ roses x reader #duff mckagan x reader #guns n’ roses #gnr fic #gnr imagine #duff mckagan #duff mckagan fluff

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