#this guy can’t stop peeping the horrors

[qbebou]

AREN’T YOU HAPPY?

[inkykeiji]

you told me that you love me, that’s not easy to do

character: todoroki touya | dabi

genre: smut with a hint of fluff and the tiniest sprinkle of angst

notes: aaaah okay!!! this has been a highly requested piece ever since i first posted my touya-nii series, and i am so glad to finally be sharing it with you!!! set in my touya-nii AU in november of part one, please heed the warnings below and stay safe! | title credit: girls by lil peep

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, stepcest, dubcon, size kink/size difference, dacryphilia, inexperienced reader (but NOT a virgin), toxic relationship, dumbification/degradation, fingering, minimal prep, multiple orgasms, rough sex, praise, painful sex, a hint of blood, slight mindbreak

words: 7.7k

synopsis:

“Make it up to you?” your head tilts, tear-clumped lashes sticking together as you blink twice, curious.

“Of course,” he smirks, and that malicious glint is back in his eyes, dyed with excitement. “I was gonna wait, you know, for the right time, or whatever, but since you’re not actually a virgin…”

“The right time?” you question, a hopeful, hesitant little smile crawling across your lips. “Were you…Were you planning something special?”

Touya rolls his eyes—something he sometimes does when he doesn’t want to meet your stare, you’ve come to learn—a hand scrubbing at the back of his neck, his words mumbled out and slightly defensive. “Well, yeah, I wasn’t just gonna steal your first time like some asshole. I was gonna try and make it—well, you know—” he flounders slightly, molars grinding together as he uncharacteristically searches for the right words.

“Niichan—”

“It doesn’t matter, anyway,” he’s saying dismissively as he wraps a large hand around your wrist. “Because you aren’t, which means I’ve been waiting for nothing, and I’m not going to wait another second longer.”

“Niichan,” you whine a little, eyes shutting as you burrow into his shoulder, the Halloween theme song murmuring quietly to itself as it seeps through the basement, Michael Myers busy stalking his first victim of the film. “Do we have to watch this?”

“Yes, we have to watch this,” he retorts, mocking as nimble fingers dig into your ribs, eliciting a squeal from your throat. “Classic slasher horror is my favourite.”

“Yeah, but…” you trail off, lips set in a deep pout. “But it’s like, almost the middle of November. Shouldn’t the networks be playing like, Christmas movies now?”

“I’m sure they are,” Touya says nonchalantly, shrugging a shoulder. “But not on this channel. Besides,” his voice drops an octave, lips murmuring against your temple, the word caressing your ear. “I just love watching you squirm.”

“Niichan!” you cry as his teeth sink into your shoulder, a dark little chuckle vibrating against you, seeping through your skin. “Stop!”

Your voice, pitched high, is infused with giggles, wiggling in his lap as you halfheartedly attempt to free yourself.

“Hey, look,” he says suddenly, chin hooked over your shoulder as he forcefully redirects your gaze to the television, thumb and forefinger gripping your chin. “These guys are about to die.”

“Touya-nii,” you whimper, head jerking a little in his grasp.

“No, no, look! Did you know that everyone who has sex in slasher films always die?”

“Duh,” you roll your eyes, Randy’s monologue from Scream echoing through your mind—another film that Touya had forced you to watch with him and one you had, begrudgingly, enjoyed, even if it was only because Billy reminds you of your big brother.

“God,” he breathes, face nuzzling against your neck, nosing up the curve enticingly. “I can’t wait to take your virginity.”

The words ring high and tinny in your ears, blood draining from your face as your expression thaws into true horror, steeped in panic and alarm, body gone stiff and still in his arms.

“Don’t worry,” he laughs, squeezing you to his chest. “I’ll be gentle, okay? Promise.”

“No, I—That’s not it,” you whisper, words trembling. “I—Niichan,” you stop, head shaking a little, eyes shutting firmly as you force the confession from your tongue. “I’m not a virgin.”

“What?” he pulls back from you, large hands wrapped around your biceps, tightening as he forces you to face him. He laughs a bit—a sharp, mean, incredulous little thing, as if he doesn’t believe a word flowing out of your mouth. “Don’t you fucking lie to me, baby.”

Thorns of terror run through your veins, sprouting chills across your flesh, breath exhaled in short little puffs through parted lips as your head shakes harder, almost frantic in its movements.

“No, niichan, I swear I—I’m not lying—I’d never lie to you.”

The smile on Touya’s face, stretched wide with warning and tinged with a sick sort of amusement, slowly dissipates as sapphire searches your face.

His eyes narrow into slits and he leans back a little, as if he has to look at the whole picture, regarding you with hyper-vigilant apprehension, the fingers on your arms flexing, digging into your muscles.

You stare back at him with wide, honest eyes, ready to bear your whole heart and soul to him—whatever he wants, anytime, always—breath evaporating to ghosts in your throat as you wait.

You know you have nothing to be worried about. You know that Touya can already read you like you’re his favourite storybook, inside out, backwards, can tell your true thoughts and emotions from your expressions alone, can decipher any falsities staining your features with a singular look, a feat he’s been able to achieve in the mere two months he’s known you.

His ability to interpret you so perfectly, to take you and unravel you, unknotting all of your countenances and intonations and getting to your core using one tool in one motion should frighten you.

But it doesn’t.

Finally, he finishes his assessment with one slow nod of his head, gaze performing one last sweep across your face—a precaution of sorts, to ensure he hasn’t missed anything as you begin to relax in his arms—but his features stay wound tight in anger: eyebrows drawn, squint sharp, corners of his mouth pulled down in a small, taut, tense frown.

He pulls you to his chest then, gathers you up between his palms and squeezes you close despite the barely contained fury vibrating in his expression, his jaw methodically clenching and unclenching against your temple as his mind shuffles through his thoughts, determining which should be spoken and in what order they should be voiced.

With calm and even breath, he fires off question after question, each inquiry a razor slicing through the dense atmosphere: Who was it? How was it? When did it happen? Where did it happen? How many times did it happen?

And with each answer that slips from your lips (some frat guy; not good—he didn’t even make you cum; during the summer before you moved in with your niichan; at some beach house; twice), he tugs you tighter to his body, fingers pressing superficial bruises into your flesh as they knead—small oval prints of lilac that’ll fade in an hours time, small marks of ownership that never last as long as he wishes they would.

Your words tremble with sincerity as you respond readily to each and every one of his questions, dutiful as always, fat tears glittering with pure veracity steadily streaming down your face, leaving the prettiest trails of authenticity gleaming on your cheeks.

And yet, despite his actions, his voice is fuming, steam rising off his words as he spits them from his lips, half-stifled sobs stuttering your own answers in return, but you persevere nonetheless.

Eventually, after his curiosity has been sated and there’s nothing else to investigate, he falls silent, but you can still feel it, the anger wavering in the air around him, cracking like flames of sapphire fire that lick at your skin, sending spikes of heat searing through your flesh.

“I’m sorry, niichan,” you nearly wail into his neck, face smushed against his skin as hot tears leak from your eyes, harsh sniffles shuddering through your body. “I—I—I didn’t know; I wouldn’t have—”

Your regret seems to douse the flames, suffocating them to mere cinders as his rigid form relaxes against your own, arms firm around you as he rocks you slightly.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos, endearment oozing with sugary condescension. “I know, baby, I know. I know you would’ve waited for niichan, saved it for niichan, had you known.”

Pulling back, a calloused palm cups your cheek, rough thumb rhythmically stroking your salt-sticky skin.

“It’s not your fault, princess, and I’m not mad at you.”

A stunned hiccup catches in your throat and you blink rapidly, a futile attempt to void the bleariness vacillating in your vision. “You—You’re not?”

“Of course not,” he laughs a little, head titling and eyes shining with mirth, looking at you like you’re adorably stupid. “Silly little girl,” he murmurs, insult soaked in wicked admiration. “How could you have known? Hmm?”

Sputtering, you shake your head, more tears escaping from your eyes, dislodged by your rippling lashes as you choke on your words.

“I just—But you—You look so…so angry.”

“Oh, I am angry,” he responds, eyes turned to boiling concrete, framed by heavy brows. “Make no mistake; I’m fucking furious. Your virginity belonged to me, should’ve been mine, and I can’t believe it was wasted on some fucker who couldn’t even satisfy you properly. It’s laughable, it’s pathetic,” he spits. “But I’m not mad at you.”

“You—You promise, niichan?”

Staring at you, his features melt into something softer, something sweeter, something tinged with sincerity, and he kisses you—nothing more than a chaste peck that leaves you licking your lips with a desperate type of voracity, ravenous for more of his taste—sweet hickory and spicy marlboros vibrant on your skin.

“I promise, princess,” he murmurs, nudging his nose against yours. “Besides, now you’re going to make it up to me.”

“Make it up to you?” your head tilts, tear-clumped lashes sticking together as you blink twice, curious.

“Of course,” he smirks, and that malicious glint is back in his eyes, dyed with excitement. “I was gonna wait, you know, for the right time, or whatever, but since you’re not actually a virgin…”

“The right time?” you question, a hopeful, hesitant little smile crawling across your lips. “Were you…Were you planning something special?”

Touya rolls his eyes—something he sometimes does when he doesn’t want to meet your stare, you’ve come to learn—a hand scrubbing at the back of his neck, his words mumbled out and slightly defensive. “Well, yeah, I wasn’t just gonna steal your first time like some asshole. I was gonna try and make it—well, you know—” he flounders slightly, molars grinding together as he uncharacteristically searches for the right words.

“Niichan—”

“It doesn’t matter, anyway,” he’s saying dismissively as he wraps a large hand around your wrist. “Because you aren’t, which means I’ve been waiting for nothing, and I’m not going to wait another second longer.”

“N-Now?” you squeak, eyes wide and body gone rigid.

“Yeah, why not?“ he shrugs, demeanour nonchalant, though there’s mischief glittering in his eyes.

“Our parents,” you whisper, as if they’ll be able to hear you from the living room above.

Touya laughs, shaking his head a little. “So?” he questions, grin only growing in response to your concern. “When has that ever stopped us before?”

You suppose he has a point.

With his fingers tightly laced through your own, he pulls you from the couch and towards the basement exit, and God, he’s so fucking gorgeous with that pure, genuine excitement saturating his features, sparkling in his smile and shimmering in his gaze.

It’s always such a treat to see him like this—an expression of authentic delight that you don’t experience incredibly often, though it’s beginning to creep into his daily features more and more; whenever you do something he deems cute, or whenever you say something dumb, something that makes him laugh or roll his eyes with a smirk, or whenever you’re as obedient as ever, pretty and perfect and good for him.

It’s a look you’ve never seen him give anyone or anything else, in any other situation—a softening of his edges—and that makes you feel special, important, influential.

Such a look knocks the breath from your chest, his own exhilarated joy seeping into your lungs, sinking into your heart and procuring a sweet little smile of your own, one the fights through the anxiety weighting your ribs and muffles the thoughts rattling around in your head.

But then you’re climbing the stairs to the main floor, and Touya’s murmuring to himself about how he’s dreamt of this so many times, and it all comes rushing back, trepidation turning to stone in your tissues.

It has Touya instantly looking back, having felt your hand go rock hard and stiff in his own, his brow furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”  

You can’t ever get anything past him; can’t ever hide a damn thing from him. It’s hopeless to even try.

“Touya-nii, I want to, you know, I want to so bad, but I—I’m scared,” you admit, pathetically shy, expression teetering on a wince, as if you’re expecting to be reprimanded for your feelings.

“Scared?” he questions, the corners of his mouth twitching downward. Taking your face gently between his rough palms, he cradles your jaw, tilting your face up to look at him. Sapphire sears into your eyes, so bright it’s nearly painful, but you’re unable to look away, even if you wanted to, captivated by his commanding essence. “What is there to be scared of, princess?”

And, oh, his voice is so sweet, so soft, a startling concern shining in his eyes as they sweep across yours. Your body begins to melt into his touch; giving over, giving in, giving up, instant putty for him to mold and meld as he sees fit.

“There’s nothing to be scared of, baby, I promise,” he continues, a calloused thumb running across your cheekbone. “You’ll be with niichan the whole time, okay? He’ll make sure you have a good time; it’s gonna feel better than it ever has before, trust me.”

And you do! You do trust him, but...

“But what if I’m—What if I’m not good at it?”

He laughs—just a short, tender thing, dripping with syrupy condescension. “I’m not expecting you to be good at it, baby,” he tells you in a murmur, that playful smile still twitching on his lips, notes of laughter still infused in his tone, as if you’re so adorable, so stupid.

But it makes you feel better nonetheless, Touya’s patronizing reassurance relieving your chest of the pressure that had begun to build.

“Okay,” you whisper, nodding a little, a dithering smile tugging at your lips.

“Okay,” he echoes quietly, eyes practically glowing as they gaze down at you for another moment, almost as if they’re looking for something. When they don’t find it, he gifts you a singular satisfied nod, turning to haul you up the rest of the stairs.

It’s impossible to snuff out that delicious little spark that flares to life as you creep up from the opening of the basement and sneak past your oblivious parents, ascending the stairs to the top floor—both of you sure to avoid that step that always creaks—and allowing Touya to lead you down the hall.

To your surprise, he bypasses his own bedroom door entirely, opting to stop in front of yours. Your feet stumble a little as he reaches the destination, giving a slight, shy tug on his hand. Touya casts your a curious glance over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised in question.

“I—My bedroom? I thought—”

He cuts your off with an unexpectedly gentle laugh, turning towards you to trace rough fingertips down the smooth curve of your cheek. “No,” he says softly, inexplicable mirth shining in his eyes, as if he finds this all so precious, so amusing, a subtle smile playing with the corners of his lips. “I want to fuck you in your room.”

You don’t understand it—not really, anyway. Most of the sexual encounters the two of you have had have always been within his bedroom, but you have no time to question his logic, because then he’s turning the knob and tugging you forward, speaking as he does so.

“What position did he fuck you in?”

“Missionary.”

He looks over at you again. “Both times?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod.

“Alright,” he murmurs, nodding to himself, as if he’s just confirmed some sort of plan you are not privileged to be privy to. “I’m gonna have you ride me, then. I don’t normally enjoy being ridden, but I’d like to own at least one of your firsts—two, if you count the fact that you’re gonna cum on a cock for the first time in your life,”

His words are self-assured, concrete in their decisions, and they send a whoosh of excitement plunging through your stomach, alighting your insides with tingling cinders.

A tentative little smile molds itself to your lips and you nod in agreement—as if you ever had a say in the matter, anyway—prompting Touya to gift you with another one of those odd, unfamiliar grins of encouragement; something softer, smoother, sweeter than his usual sharp smirks, something that makes you feel calm, secure, safe.

Large hands cradle your face between calloused palms, tilting your eyes up to his own, his gaze searching your features with intent. That shimmering mirth is still present in his irises, nearly strong enough to cloak that malicious glint that sparkles just beneath the surface.

“You want this, right?”

Of course you do—you always do; you only ever want what he wants, invariably, unfailingly, faithfully.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, the pad of his thumb caressing your cheekbone. That shard of malice dulls a little as he watches you melt into him, so pliant, so obedient, so willing to serve.

“That’s all I ever want to be,” you admit dreamily, words floating on the sweetest little gasp of breath, masking the true vulnerability imbued in them, the raw honesty roiling at their core.

“I know,” he whispers, head dropping forward, forehead knocking against your own. He nudges your nose, nuzzling into your face a little. “I know, and you are,”

It’s unexpected, the intense bout of emotion those few, tiny words inspire within you, a sudden burst of thick appreciation, admiration, love, infusing your blood, but there isn’t a moment to dwell on it.

Because then his lips are on yours, and your fingers are tangling in inky tufts, and his hands are gripping, pulling, scratching—your ass, your hips, your thighs—before he’s hoisting you up, cradling you to his chest as your legs lock around his waist, ankles hooked, heels digging into the dimples cushioning the base of his spine, and laying you back on your pretty peppermint-pink bed, sapphire eyes practically alight with yearning as he crawls atop of you.

Sharp hips slot perfectly between your plush thighs, strong hands sliding up the smooth skin and underneath the hem of your dress, index finger tracing the silk roses embroidered in pink lace, his gentle touch igniting a dull, desperate fire in your gut.

“These are cute, but I want them off of you,” he’s breathing into your mouth, the tip of his tongue punctuating his words with little laps against your own. “I want them off of you, now,”

“Do it, do it, get rid of them, niichan,” you’re begging, hips lifting eagerly, pressing further into his own. Slender fingers tear through the dainty material like flames melding through spiderwebs, and he rips the garment from your body in one swift yank.

Coarse denim grinds against your bare cunt, rough material instantly chafing the sensitive skin, but you don’t care, back arching as you push your hips towards his again, rutting up against his hard, throbbing cock.

Because even though it hurts, it feels good, one of your legs hooking around his thigh in a desperate attempt to get closer, to get more.

It’s pathetically endearing, how needy you are for him, copious amounts of slick seeping through his jeans telling him as much, how ready you are for him after nothing more than a little bit of humping.

“You’re a little whore, y’know that? A dirty, nasty, naughty little whore, getting this fuckin’ wet at the mere thought of your big brother’s cock,” he moans, two fingers snaking between your bodies to delve into your cunt. “Fuck,” the curse cracks in his throat, shattering his voice, his eyes shutting tightly as two knuckles curl inside of you, your responding gasp of his honorific snapping his eyes open again.  

“Yeah? Good?”

“Uh—Uh-huh,” you breathe out, lids already gone languid as they obscure half of your bleary irises, head nodding in slow, dumb motions.

“God, you’re such good little slut for me, aren’t you?” The words fade into a growl, the vicious contracting of his fingers, knuckles pressing into plush silken flesh, prohibiting you from forming any semblance of a coherent answer. “So wet for your niichan, so perfect and willing and ready for your niichan, huh?”

A responding tangle of words gurgles in your throat, and the coo that slips from Touya’s mouth, accompanied by the mocking worry creasing his brow and the exaggerated jutting of his bottom lip, is drenched with sugary condescension, glowing azure eyes wide, clear, alert as they catalogue every fleeting expression that glazes your features: the scrunching of your nose as you try to glue a response together, the knitting of your brows that keep going lax, loose, every time his knuckles brush that spot, the wobbling of your mouth as your sluggish tongue attempts to form transient words through pools of sticky sweet saliva.

“I don’t even need to fucking do anything, do I?” And although the words are breathy, the tone is sharp, accompanied by a smug smirk and a quirked brow. “You’re so fucking easy for your niichan, aren’t you? So fucking sexy for your niichan, how hot you get for him, his naughty little sister, his best little sister,”

The sentiment cuts through your heated flesh like a sugar-encrusted razor, stinging yet sweet, only working to heighten the pumping of his fingers, each curl of his knuckles compounded by his smooth voice, hazy as it wafts across your face.

You can feel how wet you are, slick and slippery as crystal drops roll down your thighs; can hear how wet you are, obscene squelching accompanying each of Touya’s movements, every breath Touya puffs against your skin inspiring another gushing bout of heat, drenching his fingers and staining the lines of his palm, swollen clit throbbing for his attention.

But it’s downright embarrassing, how right he truly is, humiliated tears flooding your vision, clinging to your lashes as you try to blink them away. “Y-You’re right, niichan,” you hiccup, staring up at him through a shield of sparkling water with such pure devotion it scathes him. “I don’t want your fingers, they’re not enough! I want your pretty cock inside me, please, please, I—I want it!”

“Christ,” he nearly whines, the sharpness of his tone just a moment ago dulled to a needy whimper. “Alright, baby, alright, shh, niichan’s gonna give you want you want,”

His promise pacifies your sniffled pleads, lashes fluttering as you blink those shameful tears from your eyes, vision misty and shimmering. Those massive hands are on your hips again, tacky fingers gripping you close to his body as he swiftly flips the both of you, his back pressed firmly to your mattress as you straddle his lap. Prominent hipbones pierce the supple flesh of your thighs as his hips buck up again, eager and expectant.

“Get my cock out, princess,” he instructs with another shallow thrust, sapphire glittering as he gazes up at you, raw ruby lips shining in the dim light of your bedroom as his tongue laves over them again.

Shuffling back onto his thighs, your delicate fingers find the button of his jeans, popping it open. Scalding heat floods your cheeks as your gaze lands on the puddle of wetness that has soaked into the denim, slicking the zipper.

“Yeah, look at the fucking mess you made, sweetheart,”

It’s supposed to be admonishing, but it comes out full of admiration, almost as if he’s proud of you instead of reprimanding you.

“Nah, nah, nah, don’t stop,” he chastises your now frozen hands, notes of smug satisfaction sewn into his voice at the potent embarrassment trembling in the air around you. “Do as niichan said and get his cock out.”

Nodding to yourself, you resume your ministrations, mortification diluted by his resulting praise as you obey.

His cock feels heavy in your palm, flushed pink to the tip and smoother than the most luxurious velvet, perfectly straight and garnished with a singular dewdrop of pre-cum.

And he swears to God, he’ll never tire of that look you get, every single time you pull his cock from his pants, whole expression encrusted with awe, as if you can’t believe it’s real, a pitiful insatiability glittering in your unblinking eyes, like you’re starved for him, jagged little huffs of breath exhaled through parted lips, mouth watering for him.

You’re so fucking beautiful, so fucking obedient for him, thighs tensing as your lift your body the moment he instructs you to, void of any hesitance—dedicated, diligent, desperate to please.

He keeps a secure grip on your hips as you grasp the base of his cock, holding it straight as you begin to sink down on it, a loud, stammered gasp hitching in your chest at the sudden stretch.

It’s so much bigger, so much thicker than his fingers, larger and girthier than anything you’ve ever taken before, and you swear you can feel your delicate flesh tearing with each inch further, splitting into little fissures as it yields to accommodate him.

The whine that slices your throat as he continues to push up into you is nothing short of gorgeous, strong fingers flexing on your hips while he keeps his pace steady and controlled.

“O-Oh, oh niichan, niichan, it—ah!”

A cry cuts you off as he bottoms out, the head of his cock pressed snugly to your sensitive cervix, your nails piercing through the thin cotton of his t-shirt as they scrabble against his chest, looking for any sort of stability.

“It’s so big, Touya-nii,” you whine, eyelids shutting tightly against the sting of tears, a half-hiccuped sob catching in your throat.

And you’re so cute, with the way your nose scrunches and your mouth twists as your cunt struggles to take him, pathetic little noises of pain catching in your throat as you try to swallow them down, quiet mewls and cracked whimpers that spill from your lips no matter how vigorously you try to silence them.

“Shh,�� he hushes you gently, hands giving a singular firm squeeze in comfort. “You’re doing so good, baby, so good for me,”

Gritting your teeth, you nod jerkily, exhaling harshly to quell the twitching of your nose.

“I want you to start moving now,” Touya instructs, voice soothing and serene. “Can you keep being good for niichan and do that?”

Of course. Of course you can.

And you do—or, any least, you try.

But it burns, each wooden rock of your hips sending cinders searing through your gut to simmer in the pit of your stomach, every bump of his cock against your cervix procuring a dull ache that contracts at the very core of your body, a strong cramp that sends sharp pain radiating up your spine and down your thighs and straight through your heart.

It’s too painful, agony churning in your belly, bubbling up your throat, pushed higher and higher with each uneven thrust until you’re sure it’s going to spill out your mouth, the stench of blood stinging your nose, poor little cunt ripping itself wider and wider for him, avid in its mission to please.

Little hiccups—poorly suppressed sobs that manage to crawl up your throat and past your tongue—fall from your lips with each of your movements, pretty tears dripping down your cheeks, face screwed up in excruciating determination.

You think you might be getting the hang of it, but then he rolls his hips—a shallow movement,  a singular thrust upward, just once—and a pained mewl fragments in your throat, coughing around the shards. Your motions stutter to a halt as the stinging at the apex of your thighs becomes too much to handle, sucking in a sharp hiss through your teeth as your head shakes.

“I can’t Touya-nii, I can’t, I can’t!”

“Oh, baby,” he coos, and despite the condescension drenching the word, his touch is tender, calloused thumbs rubbing small circles into the flesh of your waist. “You can, niichan knows you can.”

“I-I can’t!” you wail, whole body shuddering as a humiliated sob tears through it, face falling forward to be cradled by your palms. “You’re in my tummy, niichan, I swear I can—I can feel you there, it’s too—too deep, too much!”

“Alright, alright, come here,” Touya sighs resignedly, large hands wrapping around your biceps and pulling you toward his chest. You fall forward in a crumpled heap, bawling against his collarbone and he laughs—nothing mean, just a gentle soft little thing—hands petting your back, his cock twitching from the tears. “It’s okay, niichan’s got you, my little crybaby,”

His sweet insult only makes you cry harder, little fingers tangling in the cotton of his shirt, face burrowing in his strong chest as smouldering pins prick your flesh. His voice vibrates against your cheek as he hushes you, hands trailing up and down your spine in pacification.

Such uncharacteristic kindness—no fury for being unable to do what you’ve been told to do, no frustration for your whiny crying as you sob against him—is so unusual, so unlike him, that it instils a thick, dense fear at the core of your chest, cold and sticky as it encases your heart and sludges up your vertebrae.

“Why are you—Why are you being so nice to me?” you whisper, eyes reflexively closing as your body tenses in anticipation of his answer, his anger.

“Because you’re nothing more than a stupid little baby, aren’t you?” he responds easily, the question genuine, hands never stilling their ministrations. “I knew you were gonna suck at this, princess. This is pretty much exactly what I expected. I mean, fuck,” he breathes out a little chuckle, nudging your face with his shoulder. “It’s almost like you’ve never had sex at all. It’s almost as good as it would be if you were a real virgin.”

A hiccup shivers your ribs, that icy dread melting instantly in the heat of his confession, ignominy quickly taking its place again.

“So stop crying, baby,” he whispers, lips moving against your scalp. “This makes niichan very happy.”

“But I—I’m sorry, niichan,” you weep into his body, head shaking again, salt water staining your cheeks and leaking into your mouth, words garbled with spit and shame. “I can’t be good!”

“Hey,” Touya murmurs softly, the sheer concern in his voice startling you. “Look at me.”

Reluctantly, you pull your head from his body, lifting it just enough to peek at him through your lashes.

And, oh, aren’t you a fucking sight, flesh streaked with salt, hair messy and sodden with sweat, chin trembling incessantly. A palm cups your jaw, rough thumb swiping across your cheekbone, catching tears mid-stream and smearing them across your skin.

“You haven’t failed me, princess,” his eyes are burning, bright and blue and clear, void of the hazy cloud the drugs usually cast. “You hear me? You can still be good—you are still good,” he pauses, allowing his words a moment to settle in your mind. “Niichan is going to help you, okay? Will you let him do that?”

Your nodding before he’s even finished speaking, and he can’t help but murmur out praises at your pure eagerness; such a good girl for him, so keen and wanting to please, isn’t that right?

“Woah, no, no, not yet,” he chuckles as you begin to sit up again, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand. “The further you sit up, the deeper my cock goes,” he explains, expert hands stilling your body. “See?”

Slow and precise, he inches your body up, up, up, until a gasp lacerates the atmosphere, your whole face scrunching in pain.

“Mhmm,” you breathe with a nod, a palm instinctively pressed between your hipbones to soothe the pang, lowering yourself back to his chest, the pain ebbing away.

“So we’re going to go slow, yeah?” his palms find their designated spot on your hips again, guiding them forward. “Just small little rolls, just like that,” he grunts a little, shifting beneath you. “There you go, baby, perfect,”

The praise reinvigorates you, a ferocious determination blazing to life in your chest, reignited by your everlasting craving for his approval and admiration.

Because you want nothing more than to make him proud, residual sniffles catching in your chest as you follow his lead, hips slow and steady as you begin to ride him again. It still hurts, fat dewdrops of tears streaming down your face, but you persevere for him, forcing your body to sit up, movements never halting.

His eyes shine with a peculiar little glimmer as he stares up at you, something soft and pretty swirling in the lust-tinged cobalt, something you’ve never seen before.

It’s something close to admiration, but not quite, something that murmurs about how pathetically precious you are, clueless and terrible and hurting, yet you endure it; you endure it all, just for him, only for him.

“You’re so…beautiful,” he breathes, calloused thumb swiping through your tears, gathering the salt on his fingertip before sticking it in his mouth. “You’re so fucking hot,”

His hands stay put on your body, continuing to mentor you, subtly readjusting the angle of your hips as you work at building up a rhythm until he finds whatever he’s looking for, indicated by a loud gasp and sweet little shudder, hips jerking a little.

A smirk crawls across his face, full of knowledge. “That feel good, baby?”

Yes, your nodding in quick little motions, eyes rolling back as the head of his cock brushes over that spot again. Yes, yes, yes, it feels so good.

“C’mon, use your words, niichan wants to hear it.”

“Yes, niichan, yes, it—it feels really good, it’s—” a moan cuts you off, movements beginning to speed up on their own accord, yearning for more of that intense pleasure.

It feels better than anything you’ve ever felt before—better than his fingers, better than his tongue, better than his thigh, better than any of it, than all of it combined, each stroke of his cock sending intoxicating sparks zipping through your veins, alighting your entire body.

It’s the same spot that he always seems to find with his fingers, you think, but this feels immensely better, compounded by the stretch of his cock and the grinding of your clit against his pubic bone.

“Ah, there you go,” Touya says, and his voice is warm, almost as if he’s happy you’re feeling good. “That’s it, you’re doing it, yeah, make yourself feel good, make yourself feel good for niichan,”

You’re nodding to yourself, sweet little whimpers falling from your lips as you push your hips to move faster, starting to really bounce on his cock. The tears staining your face have dried into crusted trails of salt, eyes glistening with lingering pain, kept safe behind your lashes, sobs diminished to the occasional sniffle, peppered artfully throughout your sounds of pleasure.

It’s Touya’s favourite sound in the whole fucking world.

“Look at my beautiful baby riding my cock, such a good little whore for me, doing so well,” he grunts, the grip on your hips tightening infinitesimally.

Because while you may be on top, his hands never leave your hips, never fully allowing you to take control, always keeping the reigns safe and secure in his palms.

“There you go, all you needed was someone to help you, yeah? Someone to bring out that inherent slut buried deep within you, huh? Fuckin’ Christ,” he groans. “Bet that fucking frat boy didn’t even know what a perfect slut he had on his hands. Because you’re only a perfect little slut for your big brother, isn’t that right?”

“For you, for you, only for you, niichan,” you’re babbling out, head nodding in loose little motions.

“You’re goddamn right, only for me.”

And he looks absolutely breathtaking beneath you, sapphire eyes lidded and shining in the dim light, pupils blown and voracious as they devour you, breathy words pouring from saliva-soaked lips, strands of soft ink strewn across your lace trimmed pillows, framing his head like a spiky halo of onyx.

It doesn’t take long after he finds your g-spot before you’re cumming pathetically hard, pathetically loud, pathetically quickly.

“Oh, oh niichan, I—It’s—ah!”

“Gonna cream all over my cock, baby?” he asks, and his eyes are wide, glittering with anticipation.

“Uh—Uh-huh,”

“Do it, then,” he orders, somehow both harsh and sweet, words spit from his mouth, impatient and eager as strong hands force your hips to speed up. “Fucking cum all over me, show me how gorgeous you look, gushing on a cock,”

His voice drips with authority, has your cunt submitting to it’s master in two seconds flat, whole body convulsing as you make a mess all over his cock, pussy clenching with such vigour it’s almost painful.

It forces the most glorious sound from Touya’s throat, though—a sound you’ve never heard him make before, a sound that has your entire stomach fluttering—as his head tilts back and his neck arches, Adam’s apple bobbing, prominent collarbone coated in intricate ink heaving with the moan.

Everything feels hazy, dreamy, as a special type of bliss rushes through your veins, so hot it burns, melting your bones and you collapse against his chest, body gone pliant.  

You’re still grinding against him, rubbing the head of his cock against that spot over and over again even as it sends vicious judders of overstimulation rippling through your entire body, and he murmurs something into your hair, something about how fucking greedy you are, a large hand smoothing down your damp back.

You want to tell Touya how unbelievably incredible that was, how good it felt, how you want to do that every single day with him for the rest of your lives, but your tongue doesn’t seem to want to cooperate, turned heavy and sluggish in your mouth, stunned into silence by such immense pleasure.

Exhaustion tugs at the corners of your consciousness, weighting your eyelids as they begin to droop, face nuzzling into Touya’s chest.

But he rips you from serenity’s grasp half a moment later, suddenly shifting beneath you, a low whine sounding in your throat as his cock—still hard and throbbing—slips out of you, no longer acting as that warm, comforting plug that kept some of your juices safely inside, slick leaking out of you in cold little dollops.

Chills skitter across your skin, shivering at the loss of Touya’s heat, but then his hands are on you again, flipping you over, face pressed into your pillow.

He’s saying something as those rough hands curl around your hips and yank them up, a knee shoving at your own to widen your thighs, but it all sounds muddled, ears tuning in and out of his frequency, only catching bits of his sentences.

“…Fucked dumb…Fucking stupid from my…That’s all it takes, huh?”

Shutting your eyes tightly, you force yourself to concentrate, to focus, focus on niichan’s voice and decipher what he’s saying, be good for him and listen.

“Aw, that’s cute,” he says, but his voice is harsh, mean, razored by condescension, all of that abnormal kindness from earlier incinerated to ash in an instant. “You’re already so fucked out! So good for me, so easy,” his hands roam your ass, kneading the flesh as they go. “But we’re just getting started, baby,” a flat palm collides with your skin, the resounding slap echoing throughout the room, Touya speaking over it. “Wake up.”

The spank sends jolts searing through your veins, buzzing little sparks of pain that eat up any fatigue, stunning you awake.

Your arms tremble as you push yourself up just enough to glance back at him, sleep-tinged confusion written into your pretty features.

“It’s niichan’s turn now.”

The smile on his face is terrifying, stretched sharp and wide across his cheeks, but it doesn’t stop your stomach from squeezing in anticipation, in desperation, forever starved for him.

He must see something in your eyes, must read something in your expression, because he pauses, an odd little gleam shining in his gaze again, body blanketing yours as he leans forward to catch your chin and smash your lips together.

It’s nothing more than a brutal little peck, and you nearly strain your neck trying to follow his mouth, but then he’s pushing on the space between your shoulder blades again, shoving you back into the mattress.

“I want you to be a good girl and keep your head down and hips up,” he’s instructing as the head of his cock bumps against your hole. “Y’think you can do that for me?”

“Yes, niichan,” you’re responding instantly, words muffled by the pillow, head nodding frantically to accentuate your point.

He laughs again—something short, something soft and just for him—before he buries his cock in your cute little cunt in one swift thrust.

A yelp shatters in your throat, tangled in threads of saliva as it oozes into the fabric of your pillow, eyes snapping open.

This—This is so much deeper.

The pain is unimaginable, little hole stinging as it splits open for him again, but Touya doesn’t allow you a moment to meditate on it, a moment to voice your concerns at all, hips setting a ruthless pace right from the start.

Broken little cries, fragmented by the constant pumping of his hips, pour from your mouth, a steady stream of sweet agony drooled out into your mattress as his cockhead slams against your sore cervix.

The pain is unimaginable, but it’s also so fucking good, Touya having expertly angled his hips to ensure that his cock strokes that spot with each pound into you, sending thorns of pain-tinged pleasure shooting through your flesh. It’s impressive; he knows your own body better than you do, already, a fact that should frighten you, a fact that doesn’t.

You don’t even realize you’re crying until a sob claws at your chest, too lost in the sensations of it all—his bruising fingers writing his name all across your body in brilliant hues of blue; and his slamming hips, so harsh, so brutal they have your fingers tangling tightly in the sheets, every muscle in your body quivering as you try your best not to be jostled up the mattress; and his sharp teeth, sinking into your shoulder hard enough to slice through the flesh—drowning in the overstimulation, intoxicated by the exhilaration of pain and pleasure melding together and becoming one, brain turned to delightful mush.

“Yeah,” Touya breathes, and he sounds so beautiful, your chest aching at the thought of not being able to see him. “That’s it, take my cock. Take my cock like the good little slut you are.”

You whine, high and needy as your head nods lethargically. Anything for you, niichan.

Your orgasm hits you suddenly, unexpectedly, a burst of flames that lick through your veins and coil around your organs, embracing them in suffocating heat and pulsing in time with your pussy.

Everything feels hazy, body gone numb, vision blurring at the edges as you struggle to stay alert, desperate to hear him cum, to feel him cum.

It only takes another three sharp pistons of his hips before he’s spilling himself into you, stuffing you full of thick, burning cream, cock throbbing with the weak stuttering of his hips, a vicious shudder coursing through his flesh as a cracked whimper of your name sounds in deep his throat.

And oh, it feels fucking incredible, feels better than you could’ve ever imagined, the way he crams you so full of cum that it must be overflowing—into your tummy and down your thighs and all over the sheets.

It’s not enough, you want more, hips wiggling back against him in a pitiful attempt, a hiss spit from between his teeth.

“Christ, princess,” he pants out, though you can hear it, the notes of amusement, of adoration, infused in his tone. “You’ve already milked niichan for all the cum he’s got.”

“Want more, niichan,” you mumble into the puddle of drool saturating your sheets, cheeks and chin shining.

He chuckles a little—just a soft sound that dances on his tongue full of fondness and laced with disbelief—as he pulls out of you, a bratty whine falling from your lips.

“Listen,” he tells you as he turns you over slowly, gently, more gentle than he’s ever been before, more gentle than you ever thought him capable of. “Niichan will give you more very soon, okay? I promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Yeah, baby,” he says, thumb brushing sweat-soaked hair from your temple. “Pinky promise.”

A sigh escapes your lips, whole chest deflating with the weight of it as your eyes slip shut, a pleasant little smile melded to your mouth. “Good,” you murmur out, words garbled and thick with spit. “B’cause that—that was s’yummy.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he responds as he pulls your quivering body against his own, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist as the other hoists your comforter over your entwined forms.

A content little hum vibrates in your throat as you snuggle into him, a thigh hitched over his waist, a leg hooked around him, lips dropping a few sloppy kisses along his collarbone.

“Love you, niichan.”

It’s nothing more than a huff of warm breath wafting over his skin, so soft he would’ve missed it had he not been so close to you, and his blood turns to shards of ice in his veins, whole body frozen, stiff and rigid.

You don’t notice, already drifted into the clutches of sweet unconsciousness, the confession having slipped from your lips just as sleep took hold.

His heart rattles his rib cage, thumping hard and uneven against the bone, blood rushing in his ears, breath stagnating in his lungs.

Love him?

Panic alights every nerve in his body, cackling with sharp sparks of electricity, an urgent buzz zipping through the ice that had been coating his blood.

Love him?  

No. This was never supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to fall for him, not this hard, not this real. You were only supposed to be a toy to be won, a piece of prey to be captured, a prize to be attained, played with, tarnished, then thrown away.

You are, aren’t you?  

But you love him.

Echoes of the sentiment stick in his throat, but he can’t say it back—can’t even pretend it’s said in a familial sense, because he knows it isn’t—not yet, not even as the thought births a ball of pure sunshine in his chest; warm, true, right.

Too warm, too true, too right, too real, unfamiliar letters sharp as they claw up his throat and at the back of his tongue, tearing him apart from the inside out.

He should get up and leave. He should put some distance between the two of you, put some powder up his nose and pills down his throat as he tries to figure out what the fuck is going on here.

Except weak fingers are knotted in his t-shirt, an iron grasp that he’s hopeless of breaking, even if he wanted to.

And he doesn’t want to.

And that, that terrifies him most of all.  

[wishitweresummer]

Alnair

Somewhere Only We Know

( Hey guys! So, putting all this pressure on my series’ to come out on specific days and follow specific formats is just slowing me down. I’ll just release stuff when I can! This is one of my new series called Somewhere Only We Know!!! On this page you can find the SFW chapters, and anyone 18+ and interested can find the NSFW chapters on my ao3 or @darknightsofsummer !! You will be able to follow the plot even if you miss the NSFW chapters, so don’t stress about that. )

Basic plot- Dream is in prison and George turns to DreamXD for the things in his life he finds he’s suddenly missing. Their relationship turns complicated quickly. This is my fluffy and angsty love story for George and XD. 💜

Word count: 2182

Warning: Kissing and mature themes.

Alnair

Meaning: The bright one.

The thing about XD was that he didn’t feel things the same way humans did. He also knew humans to lie for all sorts of silly reasons. The one thing XD knew he could rely on was the unconscious desires and wants that he could read off of any human’s skin.

Of course George knew what that meant for the…more mature parts of their relationship. But, he had yet to see any negatives come from XD’s strange vision. Until one night. One very flustering night. The night where XD pulled George’s bare foot into his lap to show it a little gentle affection, but George reacted like he was being electrocuted.

“You’re ticklish.”, he accused. But, George denied it. The silliest human; XD’s George.

An unmovable hand held George’s ankle tight while he begged like his life was in danger.

“You can’t do this to me!”, he cried. XD’s mask flashed an icy green with excitement.

“Why are you trying to get away? George, you know I’m stronger than you.”. XD delighted in the bright blush he earned. “I wish you could see just how your foot is lighting up with exactly how it wants to be tickled.”. George let out a horrified shriek at that.

“What are you talking about!”.

“George, you’re being silly. You know how I can see what you want lined across your skin.”.

“But, I don’t want to be tickled!!!”, he screamed, flustered beyond belief. George thought his heart would beat out of his chest. He knew there was no way to stop the god from doing whatever he wanted, and he knew there was no arguing with the god’s strange way he viewed the world.

George screeched as he was suddenly yanked down the couch by his ankle so he was laying on his back. XD crawled over him and scooped up his hands.

“You are as gorgeous as the night sky.”. XD’s mask flashed with dangerous colors that told George he was in trouble. The alternating mix of green and white gave George’s face a beautiful glow.

He always thought it was amazing how the lights and colors were never painful on his eyes. Learning how XD’s intentions were reflected in each flash had been easy. But now, George knew all too well exactly what he was in for.

“Thanks!”, he peeped, desperately hoping his quick response would shut down the god’s plan.

“You actually kind of look like the night sky at times like this. To me, at least. A very pale one. With pretty bright stars that are just begging to be connected.”. XD tugged once at George’s shirt and it was teleported away. The human could only whimper. “A ticklish constellation for me to admire. To make complete.”.

George’s hands were pinned above his head. He watched as XD’s hand trailed down his arm and slowly around his chest. He thought back to all the times that XD’s touch was just absolute perfection. The god saw and sensed things humans couldn’t, and the results from that were always mind blowing. The absolute horror of that fact made George’s blood run cold. How would that translate to tickling?

A sharp shriek flew from George’s lips as XD’s expert fingers suddenly focused in on one specific rib. He threw his head back and sucked in a shuddering breath before screaming with laughter. His ability to beg for mercy was lost instantly. The devious fingers found the perfect pressure to work the rib and he was completely helpless to the feeling.

“Wow I’ve never heard you laugh like that…ready?”. He wasn’t. XD spidered his hand down and pressed it into George’s stomach like a claw.

“Please!”, he gasped out. His damn hand was too big. George bucked up into the weight, but sudden and desperate laughter barreled through him. He was squirming back down into the couch in one second flat. XD’s mask glowed with teal-ish pride as he shook his clawed hand with terrifying accuracy into the ticklish muscles of George’s tummy. George convulsed at the feeling. It was like every one of the god’s fingertips were pressed perfectly in every spot to drive him crazy. He kicked the couch and screamed with laughter. Here, he was helpless.

XD loved his laugh. His favorite thing in the world was to make George happy. He was so screwed.

“Stop!! Please!!”, he cried.

“Alright I can go somewhere else. My constellation isn’t done yet.”.

“XD!!”, George screeched in terror.

Those fingers went crawling back up his side and danced dangerously near his open armpit, making George cackle loudly.

“You want me here really badly, huh?.”.

“No!! No no!!! XD!!!”, he squirmed and bucked wildly, but XD was not one to be shaken. “I’m serious!!”, his voice pitched up in his panic.

XD dipped his fingers into the soft delicate skin in the center of George’s underarm. George let out a little squeak before his screeching laughter took over again.

There were a million different little ways that George had known he was made for Dream. But, one of the strangest of them was that George found himself more sensitive and helpless under him than anyone else. The same spot Sapnap or Karl tickled him was three times more ticklish when Dream found it. He didn’t know what it was exactly, but when Dream had fallen into the mood to tickle George to pieces, he was always completely muffined. George would always be screaming in seconds. Much like now. Another bittersweet reminder. So many bittersweet reminders. Maybe one day he would get to ask Dream if his skin lit up with a weird little map of exactly how to tickle him like XD said…

“Not there!!”, he managed to shriek out between his endless peaks of laughter. He squirmed wildly, but there was absolutely no way to get out of the god’s grip. “It’s so bad!!”, he wailed. XD only giggled in amusement.

The tickly fingers relented in his armpit, but started to crawl back down his body again. Already fired up, George couldn’t stop giggling.

“There’s more places you want to be tickled.”, XD explained.

“Shut up!!”, George cried through his high pitched giggles. Every single little touch had him gasping and squirming. His cheeks burned at how giddy he sounded. Though, the cute little squeaks turned much louder when XD’s hand finally reached it’s destination.

XD grinned excitedly at the hilarious screeching George was making, but let up quickly.

“I didn’t even know I was ticklish there…”, George gasped out the words painfully, voice strained a little from the scream that had torn through him.

“Oh yeah? It’s pretty bright here.”, XD said and felt around George’s hipbone, making him squeal and buck. The god coo’ed. “It’s showing me exactly how to play with it to make you scream.”. George whined through his giggles, shaking his head desperately.

“Please don’t—!!“, he tried to speak but a scream interrupted his words as XD fiddled with his hipbone. He kicked helplessly as he cackled. “Please!!”.

“You love it.”.

“No I don’t!!!”, George yelled, embarrassed further. When would this torture end?

“George. C’mon, baby.”.

“You’re an idiot!!”, he barely got the words out before squealing and throwing his head back into the couch. “XD, please!”.

“I’m just playing with it!”.

“It tickles!”, George gasped through his laughter.

XD let up and shrouded George in a light pink light. It was filled with amusement and love. Under it, George burned. He fought his giggles as hard as he could, but they kept slipping out all breathless and cutesy.

“Why are you pretending you don’t like this?”.

“I don’t.”, he whined. XD shook his head.

“Your nerves are telling a different story, Georgie. It’s just like your lips that want me to kiss them. They are bright. Begging me to interact.”.

“That’s different.”, George huffed and blushed harder. He didn’t see himself surviving this.

XD leaned down fast, making George let out a startled giggle.

“You want a kiss?”.

“Yes.”.

“You want to be tickled?”.

“No!”, George whined, but relaxed when warm lips enveloped his own.

“Liar.”, XD whispered into the kiss, then pulled away to grin down at the huffy human. “George, you lie all the time.”.

“No I don’t!”.

“Remember when you told me that a traditional engagement gift is to present the giftees with a Potion of Regeneration for their—“.

“Stop!”, George interrupted, giggling. Sapnap’s face had been priceless when XD had presented it to him with a speech about how he hoped his wedding night would be long and fruitful or something. “That’s different.”.

“Okay. Then, what about you telling me Quackity could fly. Or telling me that Skeppy and BadBoyHalo were dating. Or the time you-“.

“Okay!”, George whined. “Those were like, jokes! But, this isn’t funny!”.

“Hm…you’re laughing though.”, XD replied smoothly as he wiggled his fingers above one of his armpits.

“Don’t!”, the human burst into panicked giggles.

“Why is it your armpits are summoning me here, huh?”.

“It’s just a bad spot!”, George hiccuped through his giggles and curled to the side a little. It was almost like he could feel it already. “Please, I’ll die!”.

“I would never let you die.”, XD said quietly. It was a little promise that George knew he could believe. He hadn’t been in danger once since him and the god had started flirting with this little…relationship? Well, he had. But, XD would just blink him out of trouble.

“But, you’re tickling me to death!”.

“I am the god of tickling.”.

“You’re the god of being an idiot!!!”.

XD tsked at the insult, then dropped his hand down to tickle into the waiting armpit. George twisted and shrieked, laughter quick to pour out of him in loud peals. In an area so intense, he lost his ability to beg.

It was awful. George had been tickled there a million times before, but this was so much worse. It was like XD knew exactly the perfect amount of pressure to use on exactly what spot to drive him completely crazy. How would he survive this? Tears streamed down his face as he laughed. His laughter was wild and hysterical. Screams of ticklish anguish pressed out of him as the tickling continued, relentless on such a sensitive spot.

“Please!”, he peeped out.

“I love your laugh.”, XD murmured happily. Oh, he was so fucked. Everything in him was screaming for mercy. His body was convulsing against his will and his lungs were burning from the laughter he couldn’t stop.

George was sure no one had ever targeted his worst spot for so long. He shrieked out a long string of unintelligible protests. He wanted to think of things to say or do to make the torture stop, but his mind was blank.

A squeak flew from his lips as the ticklish hand suddenly pulled away and a kiss was pressed into his armpit.

“Freak!”, he shrieked, full to the brim with hysterical giggles. XD laughed, beaming with nothing but happiness.

“You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen George.”, XD said fondly. “I love to see you squirm and freak out. I can’t get enough. I’m so happy you’re ticklish.”.

“I’m going to get you back!”, he gasped out. He was desperately trying to catch his breath before the next attack.

“Oh, I’m not ticklish.”.

“What! That’s not fair!”.

“Only silly little humans would burst into chaos from something as simple as a touch.”, XD said and trailed his fingertips down George’s chest to make him squirm.

“It’s more than a touch! It’s literally torture!!”.

“Mmhm…”, XD trailed his hand down. He suddenly drew his nails softly in a strange curve that crossed his stomach and sides. George couldn’t help but buck and squeal, falling into giggles.

“How are you doing that!”, he whined.

“I told you. Your skin is telling me exactly where to touch, baby. You’re all lit up. Here…here…here…”.

“Stop!!”, George cried through his laughter as he squirmed under XD’s terrifyingly accurate touch as it danced across his torso.

“It changes. But, it’s a lot baby. You don’t want me to stop.”.

“It’s just showing you where I’m ticklish!! Stop saying I want it!!”, George screeched the last part, embarrassed. XD laughed.

George was…everything. The light. The sun and moon. XD thought he had known and experienced everything. But, love. He knew he could face anything now that love had changed him. Even the tragic future he knew he had in store. Everyday he bathed in the love he felt for George and everyday he cherished it. Cherished him. He would do anything to make George happy. With his laughter washing over him in waves, he felt warm.

“I love you.”, he said softly as he stopped. George flopped back against the couch when XD released him. His giggles were light and pretty. “Forever.”.

“I know.”, George smiled and then tried to hide his face before XD could pry his hands away. “Stop!”.

XD dropped down and nuzzled into George’s neck, soaking in the happiness that they shared for the night.

[darkwingsnark]

‘So what if Mario died?’

A Bowsario AU idea.

Step 1.) kill the man. Pick your poison, could be as simple as Mario dying during a more routine kidnapping or even one of the more random and evil villains. Point is, at the end of the day, you need a body-- so no King Boo trapping him in paintings just to rip it up.

Step 2.) Bowser can’t let it go. He doesn’t exactly know why, his own feelings mixed up with emptiness and anger from Mario having the gull to DIE. Real rude, man. Well Bowser isn’t going to just sit there and let the man be dead. It isn’t in the cards, at least not the ones he’s playing with-- Bowser always stacking things in his favor. So he waits for some time after the funeral so as to not having witnesses as he sends peeps off to steal a whole Mario. Just snatched him from the ground-- free dead man.

Step 3.) Resurrection. You’ve heard of Dry Bones and Dry Bowser, now lets see how you deal with Dry Mario. That’s right, Bowser has Kamek do some necromancy. Mario wakes in a gasp-- despite not having lungs-- not having memories of his death. He probably thinks it’s still mid adventure. He realizes he’s in Bowser’s castle, and of course he’s just going to break out. No kidnapping good ol’ Mario. Not today!

Step 4.) Mario fights his way out only to be confronted by Bowser. Bowser is relieved to see him alive and moving. He’s missed him far more than he realized. Of course, this jubilation is kind of put on hold as Mario goes on a whole spiel about how Bowser can’t kidnap him. He has things to do! He was in the middle of a mission! It is then Bowser realizes Mario doesn’t KNOW. Bowser tries to calmly explain to him that he died. He brought him back. Mario doesn’t believe him because, why would he? Bowser tries to convince him while they fight through the castle, only for one point Bowser finds a reflective object or rips a mirror off a wall to show him. Mario stop mid-attack to look at himself in horror.

Step 5.) Bowser... what have you done? It’s a lot, maybe too much to the point Mario’s unable to keep himself together as he literally falls apart. It is later that Mario wakes up again, this time in a different room altogether. It’s a room with accommodations like bed, separate bathroom, closet, bookshelf. And so on. Mario remembers what happened before fading to black, and looks at his arms. In shock he goes to the bathroom and looks in the mirror to take himself in. What he sees is this:

He is alone as he tries to do his best to evaluate the situation. First thing he needs to somewhat feel like himself. He is immensely relieved when he sees the closet has his trademark outfit-- down to the gloves, shoes, and even a hat. Mario gets dressed just to see less of himself, as well as the fact he feels naked. I mean, the guy is all bones, not even skin to make him naked. But it’s the principle of it! Step 6.) At some point he is visited by Bowser and gets more information out of him. He finds out what happened to him, how long he’s been dead. His instinct is to go back to Luigi, to make sure he’s okay. But Bowser and Kamek are able to convince him that woah woah woah... Green Stache? He was hurt the most from all of this, maybe don’t go over there and traumatize the guy more? It’s actually sound logic, and that surprises Mario. Enough that he’s able to listen out what Bowser’s plan is. They brought him back from the dead, sure easy enough. They do it all the time. But they’ve never turned people back into full on flesh people before. But there are theories that it can be done. They’re working on trying to restore him fully so that everything can go back to normal.

Mario essentially ends up staying with Bowser as they’re trying to figure things out. He at least makes Bowser promise to have people watch Luigi so that he doesn’t get worse. And to keep an eye on the Mushroom Kingdom in general. But meanwhile it’s Mario just... hanging. Trying to make himself useful, asking to go on mission to find herbs and stuff that Kamek needs to restore him. Lots of bonding with Bowser. And through it Mario finally asks ‘why did you do all of this?’ Only for Bowser to tell him ‘because the thought of having to act like things were normal without you being around scared me’. Mario learns just how important they are to each other’s lives, and during the journey/event fall in love.

[bamboozled-distress]

after seeing a few posts i can’t stop thinking about Bruce’s moral compass and how far it goes like did he refuse to drink underage? did he lecture and was honest to god genuinely upset when he found dick in his latter robin days high as a kite with Wally or something? Does he see litter on the street and pick it up and put it in the trash? Does he wait five minutes at a crosswalk waiting till the traffic light turns red because jay walking is his worst nightmare? In his billionaire playboyness did he refuse to sleep with anyone if they were married? Does he never have a parking ticket because he would rather be late to a board meeting then dare go above the speed limit? Did he go to Tim’s room once and see a one way road sign hung up and covered his mouth in horror because his son stole that?

and i know he separates his Bruce Wayne persona and Batman but like what if the one thing that connects them both is that goddamn moral compass? Like he’s on patrol and sees some kid sneaking out at like 3am from their house and just looms over them with a dead expression until they go back in? He peeps out behind this random guy in the little cubical he works in and gravelly whispers that he needs to move his car from his parking spot. He sees this couple trespassing and throws a batarang before they can go any further as a warning.

and oh my god now I’m imagining that scene from avengers age of ultron like the whole batfam are fighting this big bad and they’re all speaking through the comms and one of the kids a little exasperated is kind of like “you sure we can’t kill?” and batman in a zone kind of says in his dark voice without thinking says “it’s illegal” and then he’s like wait no- and everyone kind of just laughs at him and makes fun of him for it for like his entire life and i just think this is my favourite thing ever

[holographicturquoise]

So many thoughts and questions

Chapter 18: Everything was going good then out of nowhere Conner shoots someone! Did he become a horror by some other means or could it have been when he fell into that river the night his mom died? Either way I still don’t think MC ‘purified’ anything. 

The whole exchange with the officer is confusing. Why would whoever tipped them off just mention Connor’s name? Sure the cabin is his name but other people have been outside with Noah more than him (what eyewitness is this peeping on a cabin in the woods?) How could she say Noah Marshall ‘disappeared’? I thought his body was buried- there definitely was a body in ILITW. I don’t remember Connor knowing/reporting Jessica disappearance first- MC was the one who reported her murder and had multiple officers combing the woods to find nothing but MC’s not a suspect?  Not to mention a lone cop coming to search a cabin with a warrant?

I still think that Matthias is LJ’s brother. The power has responded to sacrifices- it doesn’t make sense to me that it wouldn’t be able to discern an attempted murder to an actual murder. Also the way Matthias was talking about Lincoln you’d swear he never had another wife and newborn child that he was supposed to get home to in the past (unless Matthias doesn’t know that we know about them from the documents). Thirdly just showing is a picture supposedly from back then isn’t enough proof for me: if the power can essentially erase Amalia’s existence at her school, mess up recordings, not to mention the guy can change his appearance based on age- a picture ain’t cutting it for me. If Mc ends up somewhere alone with Matthias again and they find that last lore document and it reveals what LJ stands for/ his brother’s name that has thus far never been mentioned... I feel chills just thinking about it. 

The next question I have is would Matthias have gone as far as to murder his son so that he could become the next anchor? Is that why he pushed him so hard to train and develop his abilities and that’s also why he was distant to him (thinking back to that poor 7 year old boy who would’ve done anything to please his dad and Matthias knew that)? Silvia probably found out and wanted to stop him so Matthias had Adrian kill her (and that’s why he didn’t let Lincoln see the crime scene). 

After his son leaves Matthias knows that he wasn’t ready to be the next anchor so he and his cronies plan and then they decide to massacre Mc’s entire family; serving as the sacrifice for the ritual to make a new anchor (I don’t think MC’s soul is gone completely and after seeing Noah after the latest chapter I am more convinced of this). 

MC is still MC and now that she’s come back to Westchester (after being warned to leave) at every turn he’s tried to manipulate them. First trying to get them to turn against their friends by showing up as Annie’s ghost and telling her she can’t trust them; then when the real Annie revealed herself and the jig was up telling her that she is not MC so that her friends will turn on her/she isolates herself.  All culminating in Matthias, going back to the scene of the crime knowing MC wouldn’t be able to stay away from it and thus starting the manipulation process.

What’s their next more though: so far those manipulation tactics have failed. Was the police thing with Connor the start?

[kiddoryder]

Inner Demons

Hey guys! Sorry it’s been a while since I wrote a helluva boss fanfic. Been busy with life. But I’m back! 

This story will be about @loli-momo1908 OC Blitz facing his inner demons 

So, relax and enjoy the story! 

“Stop!”

“Monster!”

“Run away!”

Blitz was in his final demon form. He was stomping, roaring, and destroying the city left to right. Demons were running away, screaming in fear, or even getting killed. Blitz was in his blind rage not caring about hurting anybody.

“Blitzy stop!”

He turned around and saw his baby sister Sophie. Next to her was Angel Dust holding her hand.

Sophie - “Please stop this!”

Angel - “This isn’t you, Blitz! You’re not a monster!”

Sophie - *tearfully* “Please! I want my brother back!”

Angel - “Come back to us Blitz! *cries* I love you!!”

Blitz just let out a huge roar. Just before he can raise his giant wing up-

Blitz woke up panting and sweating. He looked around and saw that he was in his room and in his bed. He looked at his hands and was relieved that he wasn’t in his final demon form. He looked at his clock and it was 3:00am. Blitz got up from his bed and quietly walked to Sophie’s room. 

Good thing it was only across from him. He quietly opened the door, and saw Sophie in her bed peacefully asleep hugging her favorite stuffed dog Fluffy. Blitz smiles and closes the door. Then he quietly went to Angel’s room and opened the door. Angel was also asleep with Fat Nuggets next to him on the bed sleeping as well. Blitz smiles and closes the door.  

“Can’t sleep? I couldn’t imagine you as a peeping Tom.”

Blitz turned around and saw Alastor. Unlike the people in the hotel, Alastor was wide awake and doing his usual smile. 

Blitz - *annoyed* “What do you want? Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

Alastor - “Oh I don’t need sleep. I can do fine without it. I was just planning to go out and get some fresh chops.”

Blitz - “In the middle of the night?”

Alastor - “Why yes, my good man. I do enjoy eating a light snack. I would use Angel’s pet for a snack, but Charlie and Angel tell him not to harm that little swine. So, Bradley, why are you up?”

Blitz - *annoyed* “First of all, it’s Blitz. Second, it’s none of your business.”

Alastor - “Hmm. I can see your dreams are keeping you awake.”

Blitz - *surprised* “How did you know?”

Alastor - “I can tell the way you breathe. Clearly your dreams are causing you some kind of distress.”

Blitz - “Why do you care?”

Alastor - “Cause my dear boy, I am quite fond of you and your sister. After all, I am a friend of your parents.”

Blitz - “Look, just because your friends with my parents doesn’t mean you got my trust. I candle it myself. Goodnight.”

Alastor - “Alright my boy.”

Blitz went back to his room and tried to go back to sleep. Trying to ignore how Alastor knew about his nightmares.

()()()()()()()()()

The next morning Blitz groggily woke up. He once again didn’t sleep well. He groggily went downstairs to make himself breakfast. As he was cooking him and Sophie’s pancakes, he slowly closed his eyes feeling so tired. Then all of a sudden, he heard somebody said:

“Blitz! Blitz, wake up!”

“You’re on fucking fire!”

That’s when Blitz opened his eyes and they were widen in horror: the pancakes were burning up, the fire and smoke was getting bigger and the flames almost moved to his arm. 

Blitz - *horrified* “Oh shit!!”

Blitz quickly put the pan in the sink and used his magic to summon a fire extinguisher. He used it to put out the fire and cool down the pan. After that, the fire was out and the pancakes were now black and hard. 

Angel - “So man covers for breakfast?”

()()()()()()()()()

After the fire, Niffty made pancakes for everyone. She was busy washing the dishes. Blitz was quietly and slowly eating his breakfast. He was feeling guilty for nearly causing a fire to the hotel. Charlie had a concerned look on her face. 

Charlie - *concerned* “You okay Blitz?”

Blitz - *sighs* “No…I almost put you guys and the hotel in danger.”

Vaggie - “It was an accident, Blitz.”

Angel - “Yeah. I mean it’s not the first time the hotel nearly got messed up. It always gets messed up. *Vaggie glares at him* Well it’s true.”

Blitz - “But still: It was reckless of me to cook despite being tired.”

Sophie - “Did you had a bad dream Blitzy?”

Blitz - “Yeah. It was kind of scary…”

Vaggie - “How long has this been going on?”

Blitz - “Honestly? A couple of days.”

Charlie - “Oh man no wonder you are tired. Those nightmares are messing with your head.”

Angel - “Geez Blitz! Ya gotta do something. Next ya think you know, you would go outside thinking you have clothes on, but you would be naked. Although that does sound kind of sexy.”

Blitz’s face grew red as a tomato and slap Angel on the back of the head. 

Blitz - “Don’t even think about that you horny dumbass!”

Husk - “In that kinky bastard weird way, he’s actually right. If ya don’t get enough sleep, you will do some worst shit. You wouldn’t be able to tell what’s real or not.”

Charlie - “Yeah. You need some way to confront your dreams.”

Blitz - “But how?”

Niffty - “Ooh you can go to Alastor! He’s good with mind stuff! I mean he always know that men are always on my mind.”

Vaggie - “No! I don’t trust that radio talking shit lord. Knowing him, he would mess with Blitz’s head.”

Sophie - *scared* “I don’t want Alastor to mess with Blitz’s head!”

Blitz - *comforting* “Don’t worry Sophie, he’s not going to mess with my head. I don’t trust him to do that kind of stuff.”

Charlie - “I wish I can help but I don’t know how to do those kinds of things.”

Angel - “What about Sonya and her Ma?

Charlie - “They went to the Sloth ring for vacation.”

Sophie - *gasps and cutely jump* “Ooh! Ooh! I know who Big Brother should see!”

Vaggie - *confused* “Really who?”

Sophie - “The Star Owl!”

Husk - *confused* “The Star Owl?”

Angel - “You’re gonna have to fill us in on that one sweetie.”

Sophie - “He’s the prince of the Glowetia and he’s an owl. He got magic powers of seeing the sky. We saw him in the harvest moon festival.”

Charlie - *eyes widen* “Oh! Sophie, do you mean Stolas?”

Sophie - *nodding* “He is Blitzy’s teacher. And he got magic! Maybe he can help Blitz with his bad dreams.”

Blitz - “That’s…Actually a good idea Sophie. *Pets her head and she giggled* I do trust him WAY more than I trust Alastor.”

Angel - “What ya think he can do?”

Blitz - “I honestly don’t know. But I do know that with his magic, it can be strong enough to help.” 

Charlie - “You do whatever you think is right and we will support it.”

Blitz - *smiles* “Thanks Charlie.”

()()()()()()()()

After breakfast, Blitz got ready to go to Stolas's mansion. He was about to leave the hotel until he heard: 

“Wait Blitz!”

Blitz turned around and saw Sophie and Angel. 

Angel - “Sophie wanna give you something before you go.”

Sophie took it out of her pocket and gave it to Blitz. It was a cute drawing of him and Sophie together inside of a heart. It also said: “I love you, Blitz!” 

Sophie - “I made it for you. I thought it can also help you feel better.”

Blitz - *smiles warmly* “Aww thank you Sophie.”

Then Angel gave Blitz a kiss on the cheek. This made Blitz wildly blush as Sophie giggled. 

Angel - “Good luck Blitz. I know you can do it.”

Blitz - *smiles* “Thank you Angel.”

Blitz gave a kiss back at Angel. He left the hotel, put the drawing in his pocket, and began to fly to Stolas’s mansion. 

()()()()()()()()()

After flying for almost 30 minutes, Blitz landed in front of Stolas’s door. He rang the doorbell and then the door opened. It was one of Stolas’s butler Pringles. 

Blitz - “Uh hi. Is Stolas here?”

Pringles - “Oh yes. He’s in his greenhouse. I'll fetch him for you. You can wait in the kitchen.”

Blitz - “Thank you.”

Blitz went to the kitchen and sat down in one of the chairs. He looked around and noticed Stella wasn’t there. Which was surprising because Stella would be on the phone gossiping to her friends or her brother. Or she would be yelling at Stolas over something stupid or keep bringing up that he slept with an imp. Then Blitz saw footsteps and saw Stolas in regular gardening clothes. 

Stolas - “Oh! Bradley how nice to see you.”

Blitz - “It ‘s nice to see you.”

Normally, Blitz dislikes it when people call him by his real name. Even overlords like Alastor. He would only allow his parents or somebody high class like Charlie’s father to call him Bradley. But with Stolas, Blitz made an exception since Stolas is also a friend of his mother and helps her with her powers and isn’t a royal snob. Plus, it also to avoid confusion with the imp Blitzo. 

Stolas - “What brings you here? You know we don’t have lessons until next week.”

Blitz - “Well yes but I need your help with something. Is it okay? I mean I don’t want you to get in the way if you’re busy or have to do something with your wife.”

Stolas - “Oh don’t worry about her my dear boy, Stella and I officially divorce. I don’t have to worry about her cruelty anymore.” 

Blitz - *eyes widen* “Wow! Really?”

Stolas - “It was for the better for Via and I. We don’t need that toxic woman in our life.”

Blitz - “Well that’s good that you guys are divorce and don’t have to deal with her.”

Stolas - “Thank you. Now let me just change and we can discuss the problem in the library.”

()()()()()()()()()

After changing his clothes, Stolas took Blitz to his library. After Blitz told Stolas about his nightmares, Stolas said:

Stolas - “It’s sound like you’re having fears of your final demon form.”

Blitz - “Well…It was kind of terrifying. I felt like I couldn’t control myself.”

Stolas - “I know. Since you crashed half the city.”

Blitz - “How did you know?”

Stolas - “I was one of the witnesses who saw it.”

Blitz - *embarrassed* “Oh great…”

Stolas - “My dear boy there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It actually shows your final demon is powerful enough. Almost to the point of overlord level. You just need to learn how to control it.”

Blitz - “I don’t know how.”

Stolas - “To control your final demon form, you need to confront your past. I got something that can help.”

()()()()()()()()()

Stolas took Blitzo to a different room. This time, this room was like a chamber but yet a comfortable bedroom. 

Stolas - “I was sent here before when I had trouble with my powers.” 

Blitz - *unease* “So…Locking me up here is gonna help?

Stolas - *chuckles* “I’m not gonna lock you up here my boy. What the room does is help you face your past.”

Blitz - “Really?”

Stolas - “Yep. I made some special herbal tea that can help you sleep and face your past.”

Stolas handed Blitz the cup of tea. It smelled sweet and Blitz started to drink the tea. It tasted really good and sweet at the same time. After finishing drinking it, Blitz started to feel tired. 

Stolas - “The tea should put you to sleep any minute. You ready to face your past?”

Blitz - *tired* “I-I’m ready.”

The tea started to overwhelm Blitz and before he knew it, he fell asleep on the bed.

()()()()()()()()()

Blitz opened his eyes and the first thing he saw he was alone. The area he was at was just pitch black. 

Blitz - “Hello? Anybody here?”

There was nothing but silence. But then he heard a giggle. He turned around and saw himself as a little kid. He was holding two hands which belong to his parents: Arthur and Josephine McKnight who was walking by his side. Blitz eyes tear up a little, and was about to touch them but his hand just went through like water. 

Blitz - dismayed “Oh right…They are just my memories…”

Then he heard mean laughter. He saw his younger past self getting bullied, two imp like demons were pulling his wings. Young Blitz was getting angry and was struggling to get free. 

Imp bully - Look at these stupid wings!”

Imp bully 2 - “I bet he got these from his parents.”

Imp bully - “I guess that makes them stupid too!”

The imp bullies laugh but young Blitz’s eyes turn red and he growls. He broke free, and began to beat up the bully. Young Blitz was beating him up so bad that the teacher came to pull him off and kids ran away in fear. Blitz’s eyes widened and looked uncomfortable. 

Blitz - “Man even as a kid I had anger issues…”

But then his eyes widen when then saw his teenage self playing with a little Sophie. Blitz, Sophie and their parents looked so happy. But then Ryan O’Grady came with an evil smile on his face and broke into their house.

Blitz - “No!”

But the memories played of Ryan O’Grady attacking and destroying his home. Killing his parents, hurting him, and Blitz running off with Sophie in his arms. Then the memories change to his current age of the memory of him turning into his final demon form, and destroying cities. 

Blitz - *fearful* “No stop!”

Then the memories stop, much to Blitz’s relief. But then all of a sudden, he heard a loud roar. He turned around and eyes widened in horror; it was his final demon form. His final demon form tried to attack Blitz by stomping on him, Blitz quickly dodges it. Blitz tried to use his witchcraft, but it wasn’t strong enough to defeat his final demon form. 

Blitz - *scared* “W-Why isn’t it working?!”

The final demon form smacked him in the air and Blitz crashed down. Blitz tried to use his powers again, but they were getting weaker to the point they just bounced off his final demon like if he was throwing toys at them. His final demon form breathes fire, and Blitz dodge the fire. But then even his flying started to feel weak as well. 

Not knowing what else to do, Blitz decided to just run with his final demon form chasing him. Blitz didn’t know where to run but he kept running far away. He feels stop and clutch his hands into his head and cover himself with his wings.

Blitz - *scared* “Why…Why can’t I do this?!”

“It’s because you are afraid.”

Blitz looked up and turned around.

Blitz - “Stolas? Is that you? My powers aren’t working!”

“Bradley, your powers aren’t working because of your fears.”

Blitz - *terrified* “Please wake me up! I can’t do this!” 

“Yes, you can! These are your memories, your final demon form is base on your pain and regrets. But they don’t control you, YOU control them.”

Blitz - “B-But- “

Blitz turned around and saw his final demon form. It roared and swatted Blitz away. Blitz landed on his back until a piece of paper was on his face. He removed the paper and saw it was Sophie’s drawing of him and her together. Blitz’s eyes widen and realize something: the picture also represent the good memories he has: playing and caring for Sophie, living at the hotel, making new friends, being with Angel, protecting them, etc. 

No longer feeling afraid, Blitz had a determined look on his face. He turned and just when his final demon form was about to crush him under its foot, a blue shield was around Blitz and the final demon form lost its balance and fell on the ground. When it got up, Blitz raises his left hand, and the demon form left hand was raised up as well. Blitz began to control his final demon like if it was a puppet. 

Blitz - “You controlled me slowly for years! You made me hurt people, nearly hurt the ones I care about, made me blind with rage. But I’m not going to let you do that anymore! For now, on, I CONTROL YOU!” 

Blitz also summons a very powerful blue witchcraft beam and aims at his final demon form. It screamed in pain and then there was smoke. Blitz took a deep breath and sighs in relief as the smoke disappears. Then Blitz saw that his final demon was now a weak tired baby bat who was panting in pain. Feeling sympathetic, Blitz walked up to it and gently picked it up with his hands. 

Blitz - “You didn’t mean to do those things did you? You just had a lot of anger and regrets and didn’t know how to let out those feelings. *The final demon form squeaks* But I’ll admit you’re a part of me. You also made me a survivor and helped me get strong. So, I actually do need you.”

The final demon form smiles and gave Blitz a hug. Blitz smiled and his final demon a hug back. Then there was a glowing light. 

()()()()()()()()()

Blitz opened his eyes and saw that the chambers was slightly messy. Some things were destroyed. He turned to Stolas who had a few cuts and bruises. But he looked concerned over Blitz. 

Stolas - “Are you alright Bradley?”

Blitz - *nodding* “Y-Yeah. *Looks around and cringe* I made the mess, didn't I?”

Stolas - “I’m afraid so. Your powers were coming out during your slumber request. It took a little while to control you before you went haywire.”

Blitz - *sad* “Oh man…I’m really sorry.”

Stolas - “But it was okay. You didn’t do serious damage to me or the place. The important part is you managed to control your final demon. Take a look in the mirror.”

Blitz - *confused* “What do you mean?”

Stolas summons a mirror and Blitz eyes widen in shock. He was in his final demon form but this time, he was still the same height, actually able to focus, not feeling anger or blind with rage. He touched the mirror and also realized it’s not a trick or a dream. 

Blitz - shocked “I-It that really me?”

Stolas - *nodding* “Yes, my dear boy. You managed to perfect and accept your final demon form. But you still need some training on the powers. I would be glad to train you on them.”

Blitz smiled and did the one thing he rarely does: he gave Stolas a hug. Stolas was a bit surprised but he hugged Blitz back. 

Blitz - “Thank you Stolas. For everything.”

Stolas - “You’re welcome my dear boy.”

Blitz also took a deep breath, focus, and turned back to his regular self. He gave Stolas a smile and began to fly back home. 

()()()()()()()()

Angel - “So that's how you managed to control your final demon form?”

Blitz - *nodding* “Shocking, isn’t it?”

After flying back to Stolas, it was late at night and Sophie was already asleep. But Angel was awake and decided to tell him about his adventure. 

Angel - “I’ll admit: it took me a while to control my final demon form, but I’m glad you managed to control yours.” 

Blitz - “I know…Angel, do you think of me as a monster?”

Angel - *shocked* “No way! What made you think that?”

Blitz - “It’s just…*sighs* when I turned into my final demon the first time, I was like a total monster. I wasn’t myself at all and I almost hurt you and the others.”

Angel - “But Blitz, you didn’t mean it. It not like you decided to turn into your final demon form and destroy everything.”

Blitz - “Yeah that’s true.”

Angel - “Besides, I know who you really are: a kind caring and even sexy demon bat.”

Blitz - “You really think so?

Angel - “Hey babe, I've been in Hell for a REALLY long time. I seen worst monsters. I mean have ya met Val?”

Blitz - *chuckles* “That’s so true. *smiles* thanks Angel.”

Angel - “No problem. *flirty* You know there’s always room for one more in bed.”

Blitz threw a pillow at Angel’s face. 

Blitz - *annoyed* “Don’t push your luck you dumbass!”

Angel - “Alright. See ya tomorrow, Blitz. Sweet dreams.”

Angel left to his room to sleep. After switching to his pajamas, Blitz went to his bed and cover himself with the blanket. For the first time in a few days, Blitz finally got some sleep. Also, for the first time in forever, Blitz finally felt peace with himself. 

Hope you like it!

[equallyshaw]

Cale Makar: Light’s Out.

my power went out, so i thought of this with cale. enjoy!

word count: 1.0k

warnings: few swear words.

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It was my worst nightmare. The power going out. Call me a baby, but I have always hated the out of nowhere darkness, and that is what just happened. I was in the middle of getting ready for bed, and this just had to happen. I sighed, cursing the world. Why couldn’t this have happened when Cale was here? He of course had to leave, an hour beforehand. I groaned picking up my phone, debating if I should call Cale or Mel. Mel has been my rock since joining the wags, and honestly- we were on the same wavelength. Scared of the dark, and all.

I went to the group chat that held EJ, Nate us two and Mel/Gabe. Mel and Gabe had always treated me like a little sister, so we were the closest to them two out of the bunch. I sighed thinking of what was gonna be thrown my way by EJ though. And knew Nate was gonna judge the heck out of me.

Y/n: somebody wanna tell me why my powers out??

Y/n: and now I gotta go light like 30 candles just so I can sleep

Y/n: fuck whoever thought It was convenient to think of power outages

EJ: somebody scared of the dark? Lol

Gabe: yeah aren’t you like 23?

Mel: shut your traps

Mel: are you ok?

EJ: lest we forget about Mel being scared too

EJ: Also you’ll start a fire if you light that many candles

Nate: Yeah we dont need to hear about your house burning down.

Y/n: omg

Y/n: so rude

Cale: im coming back over

Y/n: NO you have a early practice tomorrow

Y/n: just needed to vent

Nate: yeah thanks for waking me up

EJ: ^^^^^

Mel: omg stop it

Mel: be nice.

Gabe: let me go back to my a/c room

Y/n: you guys are horrible !

Y/n: especially you Gabe— how dare you bring up ac !!!

Cale: yeah, low blow dude

Mel: ^^^

What? I couldn’t do anything without a/c. Especially not when it was 80’s degrees outside.

Y/n: y’all are mean, if you dont hear from me in the morning

Y/n: just assume im dead

Gabe: oh no! The horror!

Gabe: good night

EJ: wouldn’t bat an eye

Nate: yeah, wouldn’t be like we’d miss you anyways

Mel: I can’t believe I call you guys my friends and my husband

Mel: ashamed to know you

EJ: you know you love us Mel!

Nate: we would miss you mel, besides Gabe wouldn’t be able to survive without you

Gabe: its true. I’d be dead

Y/n: hate you all goodnight

Gabe: where’s Cale??

Mel: saving his woman unlike you who’d leave me for the wolves

And just like that, I heard a knock at my door. I peeped through the door’s window and sighed. I opened it quickly, pulling him in to trap whatever ac was left. “I thought I told you to not come back.” I said exasperated. “I don’t care!” He exclaimed, “I could never leave you alone to fend for yourself.” He said cheekily as we walked into the living room. I playfully slapped his arm as we sat down. He turned on his phone’s flashlight, in addition to mine already being on. “Hi.” He said giving me a soft smile. “You okay?” He questioned putting a comforting hand on my leg. I nodded, resting my head on the back of my couch. “Such an eventful way to end the night.” I mused, half joking. “Do you wanna finish getting ready for bed?” He asked and I nodded. He got up, extending his hand for me and I gratefully took it. We walked towards my bedroom, and he accompanied me to my bathroom. "Ill be back in a few minutes, ok?" he said gaging my response. I nodded, smiling softly. I grabbed my tooth brush and toothpaste, and began to brush my teeth. A few minutes later, I tied my hair up in a loose scrunchie to pineapple my hair, before walking out.

My heart stopped, as I looked around as saw candles around my room. Cale came back in with another one in his hand, setting it on my nightstand to match the other. My mouth turned into a smile, and I walked towards him to wrap my arms around his waist. I laid my head on his back, "You have no idea what this means, thankyou." I exclaimed. He turned around in my arms and he cupped my face with both his hands. "Ofcourse. We can't have my girl, freaking out." He mused before giving me a big kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss before parting.

"Okay Makar, time for bed." I mused hopping on the other side, and him standing next to his side of the bed. He immediately pulled me into his side, after discarding his shirt and pants. He traced mindless circles on my arm, comforting me. "I wanna kill Gabe." I joked, and Cale chuckled. "Oh yeah, get in line. I think Mel has beaten you to it." He mused, making me giggle. "How dare he use a/c against me." I said in a sarcastic tone, and he nodded. "Very low blow." he mused. "Very." I said softly. It was a few minutes later, and I was slowly falling into a light sleep, I heard the distinct a/c vent turn on. I shot up, with Cale chuckling. "LET THERE BE POWER!!" I eclaimed jumping up and turning on the light fixtures that I had turned off so there wasn't a power surge when the power did come back on. I turned the light on and did a happy dance. "Hell yeah!" I said hopping back in bed and shook Cale playfully. "I think this is the happiest I've seen ya." he joked and I rolled my eyes playfully before grabbing my phone.

y/n: i surived

y/n: let there be light and ac

Mel: yay !!!!

Gabe: is your ice cream cake ok?

I jumped off the bed and left a chuckling Cale behind, as I went to go check on my favorite dessert.

EJ: yeah is it ok?

Nate: you and your ice cream lol

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[idy-ll-ique]

unlike any other

pairing: mob boss!bucky barnes x maid!f!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut (AH THE HOLY TRINITY)

warnings: mention of blood, mention of wounds,,,,,,,,, sex (but only a lil bit)

requested: nope

word count: 1.8k

summary: bucky barnes, among many things, owns a strip club. y/n works there as a maid, but she has only recently joined so she has no idea who he is. one day, she catches him napping in one of the private rooms after closing time and, not knowing that he owns the place, asks him to leave because it's a "staff only" room. mesmerized by her, he leaves without a word but a few days later, she finds out who he truly is. sparks fly? sparks fly.

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James Barnes was tired.

All he wanted to do was go home and get a good night's sleep, but this moron in front of him was proving it to be very difficult. "What aren't you getting about my plan, Johnson?" he growled, a deep glare etched on his face as he disdainfully stared at one of the men who worked for him. "Why are we doing this at all?" Oh, Johnson has quite the mouth on him, can't wait to break all his fucking teeth.

"Are you the boss or am I?" Bucky countered, putting his arms up, exasperated. Johnson was about to reply when Bucky decided he was too tired to deal with him at all. "You know what, how about we talk tomorrow, hm? Leave, now." With an audacious huff, Johnson got up and left the room. As soon as he was gone Bucky groaned loudly.

"That man," he muttered to himself, "Is a fucking idiot. I'm gonna have to talk to Sam tomorrow, why did he even suggest—" Bucky then relaxed back onto the couch he was sitting on, leaning further and further back until he was simply lying down, head resting on the armrest.

James Barnes was tired.

And he needed a fucking nap.

James Buchanan Barnes. He commonly went by the name Bucky, and he ran the biggest, most affluent mob in the city. Currently, he was at a strip club that he owned, which also had private rooms for… basically hooking up, but he never used it for that, using it only to hold meetings with potential allies or his men.

He dozed off on the couch but was able to sleep for only about 30-45 minutes before someone was shaking him awake.

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“Phew, last room! Why does this place have so many rooms?” Y/N grumbled to herself, opening the door to the private room. She was a maid recently hired by the club, and her job was to clean up all the private rooms after the closing time. They paid her well so she didn’t mind doing the job. When she opened the door, though, she noticed a man sleeping on the couch.

All his clothes were still intact and his hair was also done nicely… She scrutinized him for a while longer, taking note of his handsome, chiselled features and how he dripped of power even when he was asleep. Finally, a few minutes later, she decided to wake him up. However powerful he might seem, the rooms after closing were for staff only and he needed to leave.

“Excuse me, sir?” Y/N gently shook his shoulders, startling him awake. He blinked his eyes open and in his hazy state of mind, he thought there was an angel standing above him. “What?” he yawned and Y/N offered him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, you gotta go, the club is closed for the night and this is a staff-only room,” she told him and he blinked.

She didn’t know him? “I, uh, yeah, I’m sorry,” he complied, sitting up. He took in her appearance as well; she was wearing a cheesy maid’s costume that fit the aesthetic of the strip club perfectly, yet there was a sort of innocence to her, the kind that would make even the most cold-hearted and powerful of them all want to cater to her every whim without question.

“Uh… see ya around,” she raised her eyebrows and Bucky offered her a quick smile, getting out of the room. “Behaving like he owns the place,” Y/N scoffed to herself as she began cleaning up the mess in the room starting with the empty alcohol bottles. She couldn’t stay mad at him for long, though- his handsome face could make anyone’s heart melt. As the thought passed through her head, a small smile bloomed on her face.

Oh stranger, I really hope we meet again soon.

As Bucky drove home, he, too, thought of the maid. Who was she? Why had he never seen her before? And why didn’t she know him? That night, as he went to bed for the second time, all he saw in his dreams was a lovely maid’s costume and a pretty, pearly white smile.

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“I’m firing that guy,” Bucky told Sam determinedly. A few days had passed since Bucky’s meeting with Johnson and he was more determined than ever to get rid of the guy. Something about Johnson seemed off. “Wh- You hired that guy like a week ago, what happened? He used to work with Pierce and Rumlow before, he can give us valuable intel-”

“What if he never stopped?” Sam quieted at the retort. “He told us how horribly they treated their own men,” Sam answered a little while later. “What if he’s lying?” Bucky asked impatiently. “Give him a chance-” Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Bucky sighed and Johnson poked his head in. “Got a minute, boss?”

“Oh sure, come in, we were just discussing you! Have a seat!” Sam raised an eyebrow at Bucky’s sudden cheerfulness as Johnson happily bounded into the room, plopping down on the couch. “What were you discussing?” he questioned. “How I was just about to fire you,” Bucky smirked and Johnson’s face fell.

He didn’t speak for a few minutes, causing Sam and Bucky to glance at each other. “Hello…?” All of a sudden Johnson stood up with a fit of rage. “Damn it, Barnes, you ruin everything!” Bucky shouted triumphantly as Sam gasped. “I knew you were a fucking two-timer, you son of a bitch!” Bucky yelled at him. “And you made it so easy!” Johnson laughed dryly.

“Why you-” Bucky swung a punch at Johnson’s face, breaking his nose. “What have you told Pierce?!” Johnson retaliated right back by kicking his knee into Bucky’s abdomen, making him fall back. A fight soon broke out between all three of them, so loud that the commotion could be heard from outside.

Approximately 20 minutes later Y/N, who was passing by the room at the time, heard the loud noise and stopped in her tracks. It sounded like… two people fighting. It wasn’t her cleaning time yet, but she still rushed to the door, opening it up with such force that the door loudly banged on the other side. At this, the fight instantly halted.

Bucky was holding an unconscious Johnson by the collar, his fist an inch away from Johnson’s jaw. Both of them looked pretty beaten up, with blood all over their faces and clothes. Sam, meanwhile, was half-lying on the couch, clutching the side of his abdomen with a pained look on his face. Y/N’s hands flew to her mouth at the sight of them.

That was when she recognized the man from a few days ago. Oh shit, he does own the place. Bucky immediately got up and dusted his suit, staring down at a passed-out Johnson with a sneer. “Sam, take him to Wanda, she’ll know what to do with him. And please, for the love of God, go to the hospital.” With the help of a few others, Sam and Johnson left.

It was only Bucky and Y/N in the room now. She continued staring at his face in horror and Bucky chuckled, wiping away a trail of blood near his lips. “That bad?” She snapped out of her trance. “You…” Bucky gave her a wry smile. “Bucky Barnes at your service. And you are?” Y/N blinked a few times before answering. “Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” Bucky looked around.

“Well, Y/N, if you’d be so kind as to fetch me a first aid kit.” She instantly walked out of the room and got the first aid kit for him. When she returned to the room, Bucky was sitting on the couch, his jacket and shirt removed. Even his torso was covered in black and blue bruises. "It looks bad," she blurted out.

"Will you help me clean up?" Y/N couldn't deny him. He was her boss, after all. She sat down next to him and wordlessly started cleaning the blood off his face. He didn't so much as flinch, which Y/N found to be extremely impressive. After all the blood was cleaned, Y/N grimaced when she saw his broken nose. "Your, um, your nose…" Bucky easily grabbed his nose in both hands and clicked it into place.

Y/N flinched badly at the action, making Bucky laugh. "Come on, princess, it's not that difficult," he teased her and she shook her head, a smile blooming on her face. "So, um, I'm sorry about that day," she mumbled as Bucky kept the first aid kit away. "Sorry? For doing your job? Don't do that."

She looked up at him. "No, I- I should've known it was you, and I just… maybe I could've been more polite-"

"Sorry, you gotta go, the club is closed for the night and this is a staff-only room," Bucky quoted verbatim, "You couldn't have been more polite." Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she shuffled her feet. "Please don't fire me," she whispered under her breath, yet Bucky managed to hear her. And when an opportunity presents itself…

"On one condition."

She looked up at him, wide-eyed and nodded excitedly. "Anything you want." Bucky smirked and sat back down next to her, placing his hand on her bare thigh. "Go on a date with me," he breathed out, leaning close to her. Y/N's breath and heart rate hitched at his forwardness, but she didn't have the will to deny him.

He was good-looking, he was rich, he was polite, why not give it a try? Y/N offered him a small smile. "Um, okay, I'd like that a lot," she agreed truthfully and Bucky grinned, pressing his lips to hers without wasting a moment. Y/N kissed him back, cupping his face with her hands.

In the heat of the moment, Bucky bent forward until the back of Y/N's head touched the armrest; still, they didn't pull away from each other. Bucky sneakily got his hand under Y/N's blouse, the skin on skin contact making them both groan. "Ugh, you really are very pretty, you know?" Bucky whispered as he unbuttoned her blouse and threw it away.

He stared in awe at her bra-covered breasts, his shaft twitching impatiently. But, just as he was about to unbuckle her bra, the door swung open. Bucky immediately hid Y/N under him and looked up at a horror-struck Sam, who ran out of the room screaming, "At least lock the door next time, asshole!"

Y/N giggled when she saw Bucky's flustered face. "He's right, you know," she whispered cheekily and Bucky playfully narrowed his eyes at her, attacking her neck with kisses and love bites.

"Talk to me like that again and you'll be in for a long night, pretty face."

"Oh, I'd like to see you try, boss."

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[nostaren]

Mr. Lonely

TOJI FUSHIGURO X READER

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Spending time with your underclassmen had proved to be really refreshing, as hesitant to the idea as you had been at first. The time was as such that you ideally should’ve been asleep by now, especially considering you had places to be tomorrow, but you didn’t feel tired in the slightest.

At exactly 3 am, you, Yuuji and Nobara were venturing the school premises, walking animatedly and acting very much like drunken fools without actually having had anything to drink. It was odd how much energy the three of you had, what with having not slept since the previous night.

“I’m telling you, he must be putting wax in his hair to have it stand up like that.”

“I don’t know, Itadori… Fushiguro doesn’t seem like the person to do anything with his hair other than brush it.” 

You thought about it, Megumi standing in front of a mirror and maneuvering his hands to style each strand. You snorted at the mental image. “Definitely not.”

Itadori’s hands moved to run through his pink locks. “And I do?”

“Yes,” both you and Nobara said in unison.

His response was gleeful. “So out of the two of us, I actually take care of myself!”

You and Nobara shared a glance, immediately breaking into a fit of giggles. While not particularly regimen-conscious, Megumi definitely took better care of his hygiene, the lack of smelling of sweat nearly as frequently as Yuuji being evidence to that.

“Why are you laughing? Oh! By the way, Kugisaki, we needed to read some pages in some book until tomorrow—no, later today? I just… don’t remember which book… or which pages.”

“What!? Why the hell are you telling me now?”

“You were away with Fushiguro and Panda all day! Oh no, I forgot to tell him too—ow! Stop hitting me!”

You zoned out the rest of the conversation, not really a part of it, instead becoming lost in your thoughts while trudging along to their pace.

The original plan had been to bring Megumi with you, too, but when Yuuji had incessantly knocked on his door, his response after a few minutes was to open it, call you lot morons for waking him up over something so ridiculous, then promptly sliding it shut. Hence Megumi being the subject of discussion for a good bit of your walk when the male wasn’t there to hear any of it. Nothing too horrible was brought up, just stuff that would surely make him sneeze a couple of times.

Before Yuuji had joined in, it was Nobara that dragged you out of bed, angrily going out about how men weren’t shit and how you shouldn’t spend even one second of your precious time mulling over him. Hearing her exclaim all of that without even knowing the full story pulled at your heartstrings. Nobara proved time after time how much of an unconditional friend she was, having your back even when you didn’t ask for it.

You hadn’t really been left to sort your thoughts the whole day, having been accompanied by at least one person at all times if you didn’t count the small window between when Gojo had escorted you to your room to when Nobara had come to get you. And while it would have been comforting to spill everything to Nobara—heck, even Gojo—you held back because you couldn’t help but feel it was an irrational sadness.

Because yes, you did feel a little sad.

The feeling creeped up on you as a few minutes passed of blankly watching shadows shifting across trees and listening to the bickering of your friends, sometimes adding to it, but otherwise just tagging along.

It was from being attentive of your surroundings that allowed you to notice a fourth person. A lone figure leaned on the railing of the approaching bridge, slightly hunched over and lazily typing away at his phone. 

It was by no means odd to see a person out at this hour, but within these particular school grounds? That was odd. You were outside despite it being past curfew, and you couldn’t recognize the silhouette in the distance to be one of the students. There weren't even as many students as there were fingers on your two hands, so you'd recognize any of them.

Hopefully he wasn't a teacher that you just didn't recognize, like Nanami.

Or, if he was a teacher, you hoped he was one that was as lenient about rules as Gojo.

Either way, you'd likely just pass him by and throw a casual ‘hello’ at him. No need to work yourself up over it.

But in the day's second douse of horrendous luck, your eyes, even in the dark, happened to catch sight of the particular way black strands of hair fell over his face. Your lips puckered as you took in his quite tall frame and the outline of his legs. After a moment of contemplation, you, brows furrowing, craned your neck to get a better look at him.

Was that—?

No. Fucking. Way.

“Guys let’s go that way,” you attempted to whisper over their exhilarated yelling from a heated argument, heart hammering loudly in your ears and adding to the stress of a situation you did not want to be in. When that didn’t work, you pulled at the back of Nobara’s shirt.

“Hey, that’s going to wrinkle!” 

Her exclamation fell short when seeing your form shrunken on itself in an attempt at hiding. 

“…you okay?”

“It’s—“ you threw a pointed glance towards the figure up front. “It’s him.”

 She turned to look.

“Not so obvious,” you hissed, inwardly groaning at how there was no way a certain someone wouldn’t realize you were now talking about him if he so much as glanced up. 

Yuuji meanwhile observed your exchange, oblivious to what exactly was happening but still managing to draw some (very faulty) conclusions of his own.

“Eh? Do you know him?” Yuuji squinted his eyes as if that would make him see better in the dark. To your horror, his arm moved up in a wave. “HEEEEEY!! OVER HE—mmph!”

You tackled him to the ground with a hand pressed to his mouth, tumbling into a nearby brush just as the figure ahead looked up from his phone. That left Nobara standing there awkwardly, staring at Fushiguro looking at her as if she’d grown two heads.

Your hands moved to loosely enclose around Yuuji’s throat in a mock-choking manner, whispering, “You’re a moron, you know that?”

“I know,” he whispered back. “But what did I do wrong this time?”

Your mouth opened to take your words back because now you felt a little bad, but Nobara’s “psst” interrupted you.

You looked up from Yuuji. “What do I do!?” Nobara hissed through gritted teeth.

A few seconds of deafening silence passed whereas you tried to think of something, but you apparently thought for too long because she finally decided on very obviously ducking into the bush with the rest of the crew.

Great. Real inconspicuous, Nobara. No way he could’ve seen that.

The three of you sat looking at each other with wide eyes, not knowing what to do next.

“What’s he even doing here?” you broke the silence, being mindful of keeping your voice low.

“He can’t enter without permission, so he must be here for Gojo-sensei or principal Yaga… Right?” came Nobara’s answer.

She was right. He couldn’t have gone through the barriers put up by Tengen if not invited. So had Gojo somehow found out that it was Fushiguro that was involved? Or…

You couldn’t feel even a slither of cursed energy reeking from his person, no matter how hard you concentrated, meaning he must be a civilian. Gojo had a knack for doing things inappropriately, but to invite a civilian into Jujutsu High? Surely, he didn’t…

But then again, you knew nothing of their relationship.

Either way, you just wished to remain hidden until he was done with whatever business he had here so you could make your way to the dorms and sleep the accumulated stress away.

Some shuffling from the left broke your thoughts. Yuuji was crouching down, peering through the leaves. “He’s gone.”

A collective sigh of relief was heard.

It didn’t last long.

“This peeping tom a friend of yours?”

“Uwaah!”

The three of you scrambled away from the source of the sudden voice.

While the question undoubtedly was directed at you, Fushiguro didn’t seem to know who you were.

The three of you shared a knowing glace, each expression some form of shock, feeling a little disturbed over how he had managed to sneak behind all of you, civilian or not.

His eyes skimmed over your forms, back and forth and then further to the sides as if looking for someone else. Not finding it, his eyes zoned in on you and Nobara. “So, which one of you is it?”

Nobara, immediately realizing what he meant, angrily exclaimed, “Do I look that old to you!?” and pointed an accusatory finger at you, as if you were the one to cause her offense. You wanted to tell her that three years wasn’t much, and that it wasn’t really enough to tell that much of a difference, but your mouth remained clamped shut.

Green eyes met yours. “Leave us.”

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Yuuji moving to stand. “You expect us to just leave Y/n-senpai alone with you!?”

Sweet, sweet Yuuji.

Nobara moved to stand as well, grabbing Yuuji by the arm. “We’ll be on our way now. You two take your time.”

Horrible, horrible Nobara.

You thought she’d want you to—had even told you to—move past him, not to figure things out. Admittedly, you’d rather do the former than the latter because at least then you wouldn’t need to talk about feelings yuck and you hadn’t had any time to really think whether or not to forgive him, should he apologize.

Yuuji sputtered in disagreement and you could do nothing but break eye-contact with the looming man above you to watch as Nobara dragged a flailing Yuuji behind her, wishing it was you in his stead.

“You have alllll night,” she winked.

And then you were alone with Fushiguro.

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[taco-bell-mitchy]

Crush Rindou x f!reader

-A little crush is formed when you see people get beat the living shit out of them

Warning: mild language, soft rin, mentions of violence, some pet names are used,

In the city of roppangi, two infamous brothers roam the streets. Others shivering at their names and bowing in their presence. With a baton in one hand and fist full of hair in the other the other brother, Ran, continued to punch the stranger. Rindou, the younger brother, crouched down staring him in the face tauntingly. This became as daily thing between the two brothers. A past time, a hobby, a cute bonding activity for the two.

While a high-school student like me has a more calming hobby. I enjoy riding my bike after school doing whatever I feel like that day. Some days my friends accompany me but days like today they sadly couldn’t. I’ve heard a lot about the two brothers. How fast they took over the city. I found it stupid. They’re only a year older than me, like how are they not in school doing their work. It’s irritating to know that they’re out here being bad ass kids and beating up innocent people. I sound like an old lady but I believe it’s better than them.

I did fear to see them to be honest though. I jokingly say things about them with my friends and classmates as one does. I mean, they’re only a year older than us so most of us are amazed at their reputation. How scary could they possibly be? Right. As I hold my scraped knees and sit behind a tree, I then realized how scary they can be.

Today during my bike ride alone, I noticed the quiet streets. It felt more peaceful than most days. So when I decided to take a different route, and it was even quieter I became wary. An uneasy feeling pits in my stomach but I do get distracted at the peaceful scenery. The sky a deep shade of blue as clouds float in the air. The train can be heard from afar and small convenience stores rest with little to no customers. Along with the stray cats pondering about. It’s hard to feel so scared when everything is so lovely.

I slow my bike down, which wouldn’t hurt anyone right. Wrong. As soon as my heartbeat settled down I hear a loud screech. My peaceful moment came to a halt and at that moment I didn’t know what to feel. As I saw a group of men, some big some small but definitely not smaller than me, beating up another group of guys. I knew there was no other path so before anything I scurry into the side of the park. Ditching my bike as getting secure behind a tree.

I didn’t want to think that they’d hurt me just because I walked by but I’m not taking any chances. As the fight progressed more guys started spacing from each other’s, and unconscious bodies layed around. Each getting closer to you as more men are thrown around. It seems like 30 minutes go by until finally a silence can be heard.

“Roppangi prevails as they beat you guys once more!" A man shouts loudly. He’s quite bulky and is filled with small bruises, presumably from the fight. I notice the crowd looking one way. It wasn't at the bulky man, but rather two boys, presumably my age, standing next to the bulky man. They looked similar. With dark smiles and glaring dead eyes. The gang speach went on for a few more minutes. Until many started to clear out after loud cheers.

I stay still not waiting until no one is around. I see them carrying each other by the shoulders and others trying to wake their knocked out gang members. A few more minutes pass. Everyone seems to be gone, but two. The two boys stay sitting conversating with the bulky man. I was definitely more scared of the man rather than the two boys. So I waited and waited until he was released. The night was coming in already, I definitely underestimated how long fights can be. So as the bulky man leaves I give it a minute and run to my bike.

With a beating heart and fear in my viens I look down and walk as fast as I can past the boys. Until a slim body slams a baton on it my bike.

"Well well, what do we have here?" a sultry voice spoke, I can almost here the way he smiled. Not a kind one, but a way you'd see in a horror movie.

“I’m on my way home.” I spoke quietly still looking down. The one with blue streaks grabbed my bike shaking it a bit, “hmm? A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be our so late yeah?” His gloved hand slowly slid over my bike reach my wrist. He slowly tapped it rubbing the finger pads of his glove across the skin. Then he grabbed it pulling me forward.

“Why’d you got dirt on your hands doll?” He raised a brow and the man with braids peeped in, “And some scrapes on your knees hmm?” I tried pulling my wrist away but it he held tighter.

“I fell off my bike earlier, no big deal.” I tried to act calm despite how I felt on the inside. The braided man touched my waist to grab it but I was pulled away from him by the other one.

“I’ll deal with her, can’t leave this pretty thing all alone.” Ran stared at his brothers out of character acting. “Whatever you say.” He let’s go walking away and waving to us bye. The blue streaked man stared at me with his round glasses, “shall we go?”

“Go where?”

“Your house of course.”

So here you were. Walking. With this random boy you didn’t know. It was awkward as you both had a hand on the bike trialing along silently. He hummed quietly.

“You know,” he began to speak, “we knew you were there the whole time.”

“WHAT.” I widened my eyes at his words. He laughed at my expression, “We’re not idiots. We can see you head peeking out the tree. It was quite amusing. Cute almost.” He smiled to me and I laughed.

“You’re quite scary you know.” His eyes opened a little more at my boldness, “Is that so?” I nodded saying a quiet ‘yup.’ He silently laughed.

“Do you know who I am.” I picked up my head a bit and shook my head, “should I?” I look into his eyes and at that my moment realize just who he is. Messy hair, the two boys look alike, delinquents, a baton, and the malicious violet eyes that said it all.

It was a Haitani. Assuming the younger one as the other man looked older.

“Oh my god.” I tightened my grip on the bike trying to pull it away from him, but he didn’t relent. “Rindou Haitani sweetheart.” I stayed looking down once more, so he spoke again, “I was surprised to see you today. You usually take a different route right.” This made my head jerk towards him.

“Im not a stalker or anything but I happen to see you a lot by chance, when I’m doing business.” I knew exactly what he meant by “business.” He looked down swinging his hand, “Believe it or not…I have wanted to talk to you but I’ve been to scared.” I felt a bit embarrassed and laughed a little too. A gangster who’s to embarrassed to talk to a pretty girl.

“Oh, I see.” We stayed silent as I looked up to finally see my house. “Well, we’re here. Thanks for walking bye.” I pursed my lips and awkwardly waved goodbye. But he stopped me by grabbing my bike tightly once more. “W-wait. I know I may come off as creepy or scary but I really do want a chance. So please,” he went into the bowing position and let go of the bike, “give me a chance!” I smiled warmly at this. A delinquent bowing down to me? And especially with the tips of his ears a tint of red.

He looked up at me as I pat his head softly, “I guess I could give you a chance. There’s definitely a lot to work out but I don’t mind being friends for now, yeah?” He cleared his throat, “yeah, that’d be great.” We stood smiling at each other for a second then finally waging goodbye.

I threw myself into my bed and kicked my legs into the air. I guess I have a crush.

A crush on Rindou Haitani.

Bonus:

As Rindou walked he was greeted to an empty house. He finally put off his cool demeanor and played a loud song. He then looked around once more and pressed play. He jumped up and down silently yelling “yes” as he felt the victory inside him. He was so proud of himself and was truly a nerd at heart as you can see. But it was to embarrassing for his brother or you to know. He kept doing a small celebration dance until Ran walked in.

Unfortunately for him he didn’t hear Ran walk in as he was just so excited. Ran, who’d just woken up from a nap, stared at his brother in disgust and discomfort. In the heat of the moment he took out his phone and recorded when he started sadly enough, Rindou had already seen him.

Rindou awkwardly tumbled over his feet to stop the music. And stood in an odd position staring at his brother with embarrassment. They stare at each other for a good minute before ran spoke.

“You like her?” He asked

Rindou nodded

“Then never do that again.”

Rindou nodded again and stared at the ground in shame and embarrassment.

“I was just-“ ran cut him off, “nope, let’s end it here. No more.” Rindou nodded….again.

The two couldn’t look at each other for a week without remembering it.

[niennanir]

Wow, this was a day

I took mum out grocery shopping today because I had mailed her out west to visit my brother and his family and they mailed her back and now she needs produce and booze. (If I was in my brother’s house a week I’d need booze too, I like that family but there are a lot of them and... yeah) 

So, we go to Store #1, and coming out of the parking lot I fail to notice the curb looks like it’s been attacked with a jackhammer and also is partially in the roadway and I clip it with my rear tire. two blocks later it becomes horrifyingly apparent that the tire, which I bought brand new 3 weeks ago, is flat as a pancake so I pull into the parking lot of Store #2 which I was going to anyway.

When I get out the tire has a huge gash in it. I sigh, because I am wearing a leather skirt and a pair of peep toe wedges and also I just paid for this tire. So I send Mum into the store and I call roadside assistance. 

Let me take a minute to talk about ‘calling’ roadside assistance. Because in the 9 months since the last time I called roadside assistance they have decided that they no longer want to talk to anyone on the phone, they want you to download the app, that they have never bothered to tell me about and that I can’t currently download because the parking lot I am in has net speeds on par with 1997 (I know this because I was there) No joke, took me ten minutes to convince the computer that I wasn’t going to download the app. 

Long story short (too late) I get a guy to come out and change my tire, the very nice man gets my brand new punctured tire off, goes to fit my spare and says, a look of horror on his face “This is not the spare for this car”

The car that I bought 9 months ago, the last time I had to call roadside assistance when the previous car met its untimely end.

This poor guy probably thought I was going to start screaming at him in a parking lot in Florida in May but honestly I am wearing a leather skirt and a pair of peep toe wedges and I look too good and also am too tired for this. I told the nice man that this was pretty much how my day was going and sent him on his way.

I ended up calling Uncle who showed up with his friend and they took both my spare and my punctured tire and came back 45 minutes later with a tire I am suspicious they stole from someone, most likely one of those garages that has 500 used tires stacked up in the back. I still don’t have a spare but I’m pretty sure my uncle is currently trying to steal one of those because he told me he’d take care of it.

I am home, I have a tire that is a tire in the academic sense because it is round and made partially of rubber. And no spare. Also a headache and a fresh bottle of whisky that I stopped to buy on the way home from Store #2 which does not sell booze. 

Tomorrow I attempt to get a tire that is an actual tire and not a theoretical tire. And quite possibly an alibi for tire theft.

[burnedbyshoto]

peeping tom(mina)

— Mina finds a peephole in her room that looks directly into your room and discovers a sight that slightly rocks her entire life.

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pairing: ashido mina x fem!reader

warning: 18+, smut, voyeur!mina, mutual masturbation, vibrator, dildos, finger fucking, cursing, peephole, lesbianism

word count: 2,815

a/n: sorry its a day late!!!! have some pervy roommate mina rn and some abo shiggy in about a few hours!!!!

kinktober day 11 main kink: voyeurism | kinktober masterlist

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Mina has a dirty secret.

And just thinking about it makes her shy, and she has never been a shy girl.

Since she could fully understand what sex was, she had always been someone who was incredibly sex-positive. Mina was also a full-body worshiper, someone who found everyone’s bodies hot and attractive. It never really surprised anyone when they found this out. She was always the type to point out how that person’s ass looked hot in jeans, or how that shirt made that person’s boobs look full, soft, and luscious. She held back at absolutely nothing, making sure to let everyone know her opinion on how and why she currently found them attractive. 

So the ones she would eventually bring to bed were also unsurprised by the enthusiasm she held when she kissed down their bodies, fingers massaging every piece of skin and muscle as she moaned praises. To Mina, bodies were a temple, and when she was visiting, she was going to make sure you knew how fascinating she thought it to be.

Even now, at twenty-two, she never hated pointing out what she thought to be positive about people’s bodies. It was almost second nature.

“Can you please tell me why your legs look hot as fuck in those sweats?!” Mina practically screamed, dramatically fanning herself when you walked into the kitchen.

It was Saturday night, and Mina found herself in her apartment, blinds are drawn open, blankets were strewn around the living room, and hot homemade food sizzling on the stove. You were her roommate, and you’ve been her roommate for about seven months now. Both of you had met in a college class, being paired up multiple times for a few projects in the year had created an unlikely friendship that resulted in a roommate contract because you were moving to Tokyo after graduation, and hey! So was Mina!

You snorted by the stove, flipping the sweet crepes you had been making for the both of you in the pan. Turning your head to look at Mina, you playfully winked at her, posing your body in faux-seductive ways while you dipped your head back. 

“What can I say, the sweats of a heartbroken ex always look hotter on a champions fat ass.”

Mina laughed loudly, her hands bringing her sweet rosé to her lips, taking a long, deep drink of the alcoholic beverage. “I can’t believe you keep your exes clothes! I burn all of mine,” Mina states as if the two of you hadn’t already had this conversation a thousand times. 

“I don’t think you can talk!” you scoff, spatula in hand, flipping the light sweet into a roll. “You’re the one who goes and buys actual metals for every successive man you fuck! And you have sooo many metals!”

Also, something that had been repeated a million times, and yet never failed to get either one of you two in some laughing flush. 

“I do have so many metals,” Mina sighs, the grin on her face bright and proud while you walk over, crepes in hand. Thanking you for the food, Mina waited for you to settle down next to her before resuming the movie the two of you had decided to watch. “I promise, y/n, if you just look a guy in the eye and tell him you like his shoulders and his thighs, you’ll get him in bed in a blink of an eye.”

You hum, taking a chug of the rosé straight from the bottle, releasing it with a small pop that made Mina’s eyes rest on your swollen, wet lips. 

“Yeah, no. You see, I’m not really interested in that sort of stuff,” you admit, taking a bite from the crepe as the movie slowly becomes background noise.

“You haven’t dated anyone since high school,” Mina more than points out, tugging at the indeed high school logoed sweatpants. “That was like, four years ago, and you don’t sleep around?! What is it? You waiting for the Prince of some unknown country to come and wed you without you realizing he’s a prince? I mean, you can totally do that, especially with that hot bod of yours, but I know all the princes our age, none of them are even remotely hot!”

Mina watched as your eyes dropped to your food, the smile on your face small, maybe a bit... sad?

“It’s not that,” you shrugged, your eyes moving to lock on Mina. “Mina, I’m gay.”

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“WHAT?!”

A shit-eating grin spread on your face, and you nodded, taking another gulp of the rosé and shoving more crepe in your mouth. 

“YOU’RE TELLING ME YOU ALLOWED ME TO HAVE HETEROSEXUAL SEX WITH YOU IN THE APARTMENT AND DIDN’T TELL ME?!” Mina shrieked, suddenly mortified with her actions as her fingers clenched her curly pink hair. “WHAT ABOUT ALL THOSE MEN I TRIED HOOKING YOU UP WITH?! I mean, I know you didn’t fuck any of them, which ended up all fine because I would have cried if Kiri, Denki, or Sero stopped showing up.”

“Mina!” you laughed.

“I can’t believe you allowed me to force men on you; I’m so sorry, sweetie!”

Mina froze when your warm fingers suddenly grabbed onto hers, pulling her cold palms near your chest as your slightly glazed with alcohol eyes took her in.

“Listen, Mina, I’ll say this once, and I’ll repeat this. I didn’t tell you because I don’t care to share my sexuality. Not only that but all those men you introduced me to almost made me wish I was straight! Almost, but they’re a bit too…” Mina watched you trail off, your hammering heart a gentle smooth on her fingers.

“Stupid?” Mina tried, and you laughed as you nodded.

“Yeah, stupid.”

Mina gulped, her head nodding while you finally let go of her hands and sighed.

“Don’t be weird about it, Pinky,” you muse, shoving your shoulder against her. “I won’t hit on ya.”

Mina scoffed, clearly offended, “I think you should, though, my body is hot, and my kisses are just as good.”

It was said in jest, and Mina’s heart fluttered at the way you laughed with her in good spirits. That was normal, right?

Eventually, the contents of the rosé disappeared between the two of you, the movie long done, and the crepes sitting warm and sweet in your stomachs. Mina smiled brightly as she waved at you a simple goodnight as she needed to reorganize her snacks cabinet. Hearing the small click of your room door, Mina slumped against the counter, a weird feeling in her brain at the sudden revelation from you.

It didn’t make you any different in her eyes, she wasn’t a bigot, but there was something different.

Something new.

The cabinet wasn’t fixed up at all, Mina’s attention span forbidding her from reorganizing the cabinet until she turned off the lights and dragged her feet back into her room, conveniently located directly next to yours.

The apartment layout was weird.

Instead of a typical hallway separating the two rooms, it was a single, thin wall.

Now, Mina would categorize herself as many things, but dramatic was never one of them. But the way she had slammed her door in an attempt to clear the muggy storm of her thoughts might have been dramatic of her. Maybe a bit too dramatic. 

A loud tear came from the right side of her room, and Mina gasped loudly as the shelf showcasing her plethora of medals for all her sexual conquests tore the wall as it fell off. Stupid heavy bitch! Racing over to the wall, Mina frantically grabbed at the tearing cheap wallpaper, her eyes wide with worry as she tried to fix the shelf to no avail.

“M-Mina, are you okay?” a gasped breath came from the direct another side of the wall. 

“It’s all good!” Mina laughed loudly, her heart pounding because she was going to confess what was going on the second you asked again, as you usually do. But the only thing that followed was the roaring of her blood and heart as she stared at the wall.

Weird.

Mina didn’t dwell on it for too long, her hands throwing the medals off the shelf and onto the bed as she picked at the wall. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

She grazed the center of the wall and watched in horror as the wall crumbled at the touch, and she bit her tongue to keep from hysterically sobbing as a hole opened up from your room to hers. All things considered, it wasn’t a big hole, no bigger than the diameter of her pinky, but it was still a hole in the wall.

Despite the crack in the wall, Mina swore or prayed that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Pressing to the hole, she peered in and froze immediately. 

There weren’t many things in the world that made Mina freeze, but this was one of them. Her eye pressed to the wall saw that you were on the bed. Your sweats dropped around your ankles, shirt bunched above your breasts so that your fingers twisted and pulled at your nipples. The other hand held a vibrator to your clit.

Your face was scrunched up, the low hum of the vibrator suddenly piercing through the small crack in the wall, alerting Mina of a straight fire that erupted between her thighs as she watched you fuck yourself. The arch of your back when you come off the mattress makes her thighs rub together, and how your lips part in what she knows to be the most delicious moan, she’s ever managed to hear.

Mina isn’t sure when you stop masturbating that night, or even more importantly: when her panties became as fucking wet as they are.

She manages to put the shelf back onto the wall, her face absolutely red as she turns off the lights, ashamed to even go to the bathroom despite the discomfort of the slick between her folds. She dreams of having your mouth between her legs that night.

It doesn’t stop there, Mina’s ashamed to admit. 

As a matter of fact, she’s probably obsessed. 

She definitely didn’t keep her ear to the wall, desperately waiting to hear the low hum of the vibrator through the wall. She definitely didn’t pull the still broken shelf from the wall to peer through that crack to watch as you fucked yourself. She definitely does not, and she means, does not rub her fingers against her clit as she watches you.

But what was she currently doing when she heard the all too familiar consistent humming of one of your plenty of vibrators? She was stumbling off her bed, throwing the shelf off the wall, and using the crack in the wall to stare into your room. Except as she now unashamedly moved her fingers into her swats, fingertips grazing her already humming clit, she froze at the new sight she saw.

Typically, when you masturbated, you would lay along your bed. Your body laid out flat from the side for Mina to see. She never actually saw the slick of your cunt, or the way your pretty cunt would look like as you fucked yourself against a dildo. But today? Oh god, today was different.

You were propped up against the wall, your legs pressed open for Mina to see in all your glory. Your slicked, pretty pussy revealed for her eyes, and your head leaning against the wall as she watched. 

Mina moaned as her fingers began to rub her clit, the already fluttering, simmering sensation radiating from her bundle of nerves too tight, too demanding to ignore. She circled her clit as your fingers dipped into your core, and she bit her lower lip at the refined look of elation that wiped over your face. 

Your fingers moved in and out of your cunt, and Mina was hooked on the very exact angle your fingers were going in. Her mind wandering as she imagined that it was her in there with you. That it was her holding her fingers to your cunt, and not just fantasizes that drove her insane. Mina gasped as suddenly the dormant warmth in her legs sparked into a growing fire that made her legs shake and had her resting her forehead upon the wall.

Her eyes struggled to open when your feet kicked up off the mattress, toes curled to the balls of your feet as you keened loudly. A whimper left her lips at the way you moaned, the soft, beautiful sounds making Mina sink an impatient hand in her core.

She fucked herself, her eyes fluttering, lips gasping for air as she pressing her warm fingers against her even warmer walls. Mina gasped your name, her eyes trying to focus on that wall, and was absolutely frozen at the sight she saw next. 

You were holding a double ended dildo to your cunt, fucking your sopping wet cunt that Mina swore she could hear from her room. The vibrator was still on your clit, and Mina snapped her hips further, stronger into her scissoring fingers. It felt like you were teasing her with the toy as if you knew she was watching in and were teasing and testing her limits. Mina could feel herself shoving that dildo as far up her cunt as she could get it, her hands holding on to your beautiful thighs and bringing you in so that your slick cunts could grind against each other, fuck each other properly. If her brain wasn’t so muddled, she wouldn’t be thinking you were looking at her right now through the peephole, and she wouldn’t be thinking about the million different ways she’d fuck you given the opportunity. She wondered if you had a strap. Would you wear it if her fantasies were to ever come true? Would she? 

Mina couldn’t dwell on the secrets she wished to know because suddenly, you let out one of the loudest, most lewd moans Mina had ever heard emitted from your swollen lips. The slick of her heat and the wet of her essence easily letting her fingers glide about her clenching walls with practiced, well-known ease. You gasped, your eyes fluttering to the back of your head as your hand holding the dildo became more frantic, sloppier, before stopping altogether, and although you had reached an orgasm — Mina swore she saw god. 

Your orgasmic euphoric face was unlike anything Mina had ever seen.

The flustered, quiet pleasure reeking from every small line in your face, the way your mouth dropped just enough so that your pink tongue was on full display, the way you fought between biting down on your lip or letting yourself moan in your high. But it was the way your eyes crossed that sent Mina’s forehead slamming against her fist on the wall, muting the way Mina felt her walls clench wildly and tightly around her curled, lithe fingers.

She breathed in her descent, her cheeks burning with the same and bliss she always felt after orgasming. It wasn’t fair she came so soon watching you fuck yourself, especially as she knew she typically took so long in bed with men to make cum.

“Do you want to try it out?” your voice slipped into the room, and Mina froze, her blood suddenly turning ice cold. Her eyes snapped back to the dirty peephole to see that you were, in fact, staring into the hole, hand sliding the dildo into your cunt still, still willing and ready to go more round. “It gets a little lonely putting on a show for you night after night, Mina, and for you to never come and collect your prize.”

Mina swallowed, her eyes blinking owlishly at the way you shifted forward, turning so that your ass was in the air, knees, and chest on the mattress.

You knew.

“Come and collect your prize, please.”

“Y-Yes!”

Mina learned two things that night.

One: she especially and equally enjoyed having listless amounts of body worship mantra on her skin. The feeling of wet lips and hot breathes with things she was so used to giving made her cum around your pretty little fingers much more than she’d ever thought possible.

Two: you had known after the first night that she had caught you masturbating. Apparently, Mina was much louder than she thought herself to be, and when whining your name — she doesn’t remember even speaking — you had known and did all you could to finally getting your impulsive roommate to fuck you.

Oh, and I guess there is one more thing too!

Three: Mina had the absolute hots for you and was going to take you out for a proper date, tomorrow.

[ppangjae]

BEST INTEREST | Jaehyun

SUMMARY. Be careful what you wish for. It may be your dream come true or your biggest nightmare.

GENRE. fluff | angst | time travel!au | ex friends to lover!au (this one’s going to hurt) | inspired by the movie 13 going 30

WORD COUNT. 11k+ words (yes, idk what’s wrong with me either)

author’s note. this is unedited so if there are any mistakes, i am sorry! also i highly suggest listening to pluto projector by rex orange county while reading this monster of a fic! it gets you in the mood. happy reading~

I feel at home when I’m around you

Jaehyun has many wishes, with most of those wishes he wants to come true. He wishes to be like the cool kids, specifically the guy everyone wants to idolize and admire. He wishes to be popular, to be a social magnet that attracts all the friends he can possibly have. And boy, does he really want those wishes to come true when he sneaks a longing glance at his long-time crush, Mina, dancing on the dance floor in her beautiful homecoming dress. If only she just looked his way and noticed him—

“Close your mouth or you’ll start to catch flies.” His mouth is physically clamped shut with your two hands. He sends you a death glare but it falls unnoticed when you pop a couple of barbeque-flavoured chips into your mouth. When you sense his glare, you look back at him and raise up your hands in defense. “I’m just trying to help. But don’t you think you’re being a bit too obvious about your crush on Mina?”

Jaehyun tears his gaze away from you to look back at Mina. She looks pretty tonight, but she’s always looked beautiful to Jaehyun no matter what day it was. It’s pretty safe to say that Jaehyun’s whipped for her, for she is the reason why he always has a goofy, lovesick smile spread across his lips. You follow Jaehyun’s line of sight and it lands on Mina. Are you surprised? No, not the slightest bit.

Just like how Jaehyun has his wishes, you have your own wishes too. You wish you were as beautiful as Mina. You wish you had perfect 20/20 vision like Mina. You wish you were fit and athletic like Mina. You wish you had a great sense of style like Mina. You wish you had a charm and aura like Mina. But there’s one important wish that you want to come true; you wish Jaehyun at least noticed you or had some sort of mutual feelings for you… just like those same feelings he has for Mina. 

But you’re just his best friend. You’re just someone who’s been by his side for almost his entire existence. 

“Your birthday is in three minutes, Jaehyun!” You exclaim, looking down at your wrist watch. You scrunch up your nose to adjust your glasses on your nose bridge. Just as you’re about to pop another chip into your mouth, you accidentally knock over your glass of Fanta, spilling some of it on your homecoming dress. You let out a string of curses, grabbing a napkin to dab the small stain. 

Jaehyun smiles at you as you clean up the stain. You’ve always been clumsy. He looks down at his watch and indeed, his birthday is in three minutes. It was a huge coincidence for homecoming to be scheduled the night before Jaehyun’s birthday; Valentine’s Day. In fact, on the days leading up to homecoming, Jaehyun’s been planning on confessing his feelings to Mina. 

“It is,” he chuckles softly. 

“What are you planning on doing to kick off your eighteenth birthday? We can definitely grab some drinks on the way home, or you can come over and have a Marvel marathon with me—”

Your words are drowned out as he finds himself stealing another glance at Mina. She’s laughing with her friends. It’s almost as if she’s sensed his stare because she’s looking around the ballroom until her eyes meet his. He feels his heart skip a beat. 

“I’m going to confess to Mina.” He cuts you off.

With eyes wide like saucers, you can barely stop him because he’s already making his way towards her. Mina seems to take notice that he’s approaching her. She looks at him confusedly. You’re watching it all go down from your seat. With every step he takes towards her, your heart continues to shatter into more pieces. The closer he gets to her, the more you realize that you’re just a friend. A best friend. That’s all you’ll ever be.

“Mina?”

She raises an eyebrow. “Yes, Jaehyun?

“I need to tell you something.” He says nervously.

Her friends leave her alone with him. She straightens her posture and gestures for him to continue. He gulps nervously. He just can’t seem to stop imagining how perfect his life would be if Mina returned his feelings. He’s prepared for this moment for days on end and there’s no way that Mina would reject him. Right? 

She gives him a warm smile. “What is it that you wanted to tell me?”

He sucks in a deep breath. Here it goes.

“I really like you, Mina.”

She blinks.

Once. 

Twice.

And then she starts to laugh.

Is she laughing? Why is she laughing? 

“So, do you like me back—”

“Babe, do you want me to go grab your sweater from the car?” 

Eunwoo wraps his arm around Mina. Jaehyun stares at Eunwoo’s arm, his stare trailing back to Mina. Mina’s looking at him with an expression he can’t seem to read. She pats Eunwoo’s arm and turns towards him. “Sure. In fact, I think it’s time to get going. I’ll meet you at the front, alright, babe?”

He watches Eunwoo peck her cheek. “Alright, I’ll be parked at the front.”

As Eunwoo leaves the two of them again, Jaehyun’s eyebrows knit together and Mina stifles a giggle. 

“Jaehyun, I’m so sorry. I don’t see you that way. I see you as a brother.” She places a hand on his shoulder and gives it a tight squeeze. “I’m dating Eunwoo. We’ve been dating for five months now, did you not know? Besides, I thought you and Y/N were a thing! You guys seem to match each other better.”

He scoffs. You and him? Is it possible to disappear into thin air? Is it possible to turn back time? 

From your seat, you can see Jaehyun frustratingly run his fingers through his hair. Mina is giving him a sad smile and leaves him alone on the dance floor. Your face scrunches up and settles into a look of horror. Did Eunwoo just kiss Mina’s cheek? Since when were they dating? You did not expect things to turn out this way. You didn’t expect Jaehyun to be turned down like this, right in front of his two eyes. If you were to ever get rejected by your crush, you would dread getting turned down like this.

Humiliated. Embarrassed. Heartbroken. Anger. Jealousy. Jaehyun was going through many emotions at once. As he’s left all alone on the dance floor, his feet lead him out to the parking lot. You watch Jaehyun storm out and it prompts you to run after him. You’re holding the ends of your dress up as you struggle to catch up to your best friend. Soon enough, you’re kicking off your heels and chasing after him on your bare feet. 

“Jaehyun! Wait!”

When Jaehyun reaches his car, he halts to a stop. You almost bump into him. He turns around to face you. He has a frown etched on his face. “What do you want?”

“Jaehyun—”

“She doesn’t like me.” Jaehyun cuts you off. “She’s dating Eunwoo. But do you want to know what else she said to me?”

“W-What? Jaehyun, I—” You look up at him confusedly.

“She said that she thought you and I were dating.” He lets out a breathy laugh. “Us? Dating? Why would we be dating?”

“Jaehyun—”

“Mina would’ve ended up liking me back if she didn’t think we were dating.” He sighs with anger. “I think we spend too much time together that people are starting to think that we’re dating. But we’re not!”

“So, you’re telling me that two best friends can’t spend a lot of time together?” You ask. “Why do I feel like you’re blaming me? Like I’m the reason why Mina rejected you—”

“Maybe because you are the reason!” He yells. 

You scoff. “Who are you? Are you the Jaehyun I grew up with? Ever since you started crushing on Mina, you’ve slowly changed yourself into someone I don’t know anymore.”

“Maybe you really don’t know who I am anymore.” 

“I’m disappointed in you, Jaehyun.” You feel your eyes water. “Mina rejecting you is probably the wake up call I needed. Best friends? We’re not best friends anymore. And to think that I—you know what? I’m not even going to bother.”

“Y/N—” He starts as he begins to regret lashing out on you.

“Oh, before I forget,” you mutter, opening your bag to pull out Jaehyun’s birthday present. It comes along with a party popper. You shove his birthday present, which is a handmade photo album filled with all of the pictures you both took throughout your friendship. To top it all off, you pop the party popper, the confetti shoots up into the air. “Happy Birthday, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun looks at you with defeat as you storm to your car. You’re hopping into the car and igniting the engine. There are hot tears streaming down your cheeks. Jaehyun rushes to your side of the car and knocks on the window. “Y/N, open up! I didn’t mean what I said! I’m sorry!”

You ignore him, backing out of your parking spot. For good measure, you flip him off and drive off, leaving him all alone in the parking lot. 

Jaehyun watches your car get smaller and smaller as it travels farther and farther. 

What a horrible way to kick off his birthday. What a horrible way to kick off Valentine’s Day. Not only did he get rejected by his crush, but he just lost his best friend. A piece of confetti that was stuck in his hair falls down and catches his eye. He stares at it as it slowly falls down to the concrete ground. 

His eyes flutter shut.

Jaehyun wishes to be everything Mina looks for in a guy. Jaehyun wishes to be the guy Mina ends up dating. He wishes to look better than Eunwoo. He wishes to be more successful than Eunwoo. Jaehyun wishes to be on the front cover of every magazine, to be dripped in luxury clothing, and to be swimming in riches. He wishes for Mina to regret rejecting him.

He wishes all of this to happen when he turns 28. In fact, he wishes to be 28 right now.

But be careful what you wish for.

“Mr. Jeong, you can open your eyes now.”

His eyebrows knit in confusion. He peeps one eye open. A bright vanity light blinds him momentarily until he decides to open his other eye. He’s staring at his reflection in the mirror before meeting eyes with an unfamiliar woman. He lets out a surprised yelp, causing the woman to jump. He analyzes her for a couple of seconds. Is she a makeup artist? What is he doing in front of a vanity mirror? Why is he getting his makeup done? Wait, why does he look like that? Why does he look like he’s aged—

“Jeong Jaehyun, we’re starting the photoshoot for the B-cuts in fifteen minutes!”

Photoshoot?

B-cuts?

Mr. Jeong?

He looks up at what seems like his makeup artist. He gestures to her to lean in closer. She looks at him questioningly until she leans in closer. He whispers, “How did I get here?”

She snorts. She looks at him as if he’s gone crazy. “Don’t worry, Mr. Jeong, I know your sudden rise to fame is still something hard to believe. But Mr. Jeong, it’s been eight years since you entered the industry and yet, you still don’t know how you got here?”

Eight years?

Fame?

He’s famous? Since when?

“I’m—I’m famous?!” Jaehyun blurts out. 

His makeup artist slowly nods her head. “Yes, Mr. Jeong. God, I think you’ve lost it.”

He finds himself looking back at his reflection. He’s surely aged. But he aged like fine wine. He’s getting his makeup done for a photoshoot. He’s been working in the modelling industry for eight years. He’s famous. He must be rich or something, but that’s something that he has to find out later. He’s not even sure how old he is right now.

What is going on?

His thoughts are interrupted when his phone buzzes in his pocket. 

jungwoo (10:32 am): i found a good place for dinner tonight! i’ll text you the address. can’t wait to see you! don’t miss me too much. 

jungwoo (10:33 am): or you could miss me. i know i’m pretty irresistible.

It takes Jaehyun a couple of hours to get used to the new world he’s living in. He’s not sure how he got here. Heck, he’s not even sure why he’s here in the first place. All he could remember is standing all alone in the parking lot in nothing but his homecoming suit, heartbroken after getting rejected by Mina, and fucking up his friendship with you. 

He’s learned a couple of things so far. He’s been working in the modelling industry for eight years. It’s been eight years. He’s currently 28, which means that he entered the industry at the young age of 20. According to his manager, Doyoung, he’s an in-demand model. He was part of the line up for New York Fashion Week, Dior’s Spring Collection, and even Gucci’s Fall Collection. He’s rich. It took him a couple of minutes to process the eight golden figures on his online banking account. He’s successful. This is the life he envisioned to live. 

“Mr. Jeong, we’ve arrived at the destination.”

Jaehyun tears his gaze from his phone. His personal driver is looking at him through the rearview mirror. Jaehyun looks out the window to see an unfamiliar restaurant. It’s a famous barbeque restaurant, according to his best friend slash foodie, Jungwoo. 

“Thank you, sir. I’ll text you when I’m ready to be picked up.” Jaehyun bows his head.

As he’s stepping out of the car, a scoff threatens to escape his personal driver’s lips. When Jaehyun closes the door, his personal driver huffs out a breath.

“Since when did he learn how to say thank you? He never says thank you.”

Jaehyun’s about to step inside of the restaurant until he hears his name being called out. He looks to his right to see Jungwoo waving him over. Him and Jungwoo go way back. Jaehyun remembers meeting Jungwoo in high school, specifically in eleventh grade chemistry class. If Jaehyun wasn’t with you, he would definitely be with Jungwoo. 

“Jungwoo!” Jaehyun exclaims, fist-bumping him.

“Did you miss me?” Jungwoo teases. 

“Maybe a little.” He shrugs his shoulders. “No big deal.”

“You came right on time. I reserved a private room for the both of us.” Jungwoo throws an arm over his shoulder before leaning in to whisper in his ear. “We wouldn’t want those crazy fans to be interrupting our dinner, now would we?”

Jaehyun nods his head. He almost forgot how famous he was. But he was immediately reminded of his fame when he looked up to see his face plastered on one of the billboards. Jungwoo nudges him and hands him a face mask and a pair of sunglasses to cover him up.

“Thanks. I almost forgot.”

Jungwoo smirks. “Almost forgot how famous you are?”

The restaurant is filled with teenagers and couples. The sunglasses and face mask is doing him justice for the moment they step into the restaurant, his cover isn’t blown. The waitress brings them to their reserved private room and the moment Jaehyun takes off his disguise, the waitress lets out a soft gasp. Jaehyun glances at the waitress and sends her a wink. Her eyebrows raise and she bows her head.

“Don’t worry, I told them that we’ll be eating here.” Jungwoo reassures him. “But I don’t think the owners told their employees. Nothing to worry, I’ll make sure everything’s under control—”

“Jungwoo,” Jaehyun stops him. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

Jungwoo furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “Are you sure? I don’t want Doyoung coming for my ass after your entire face is all over the front page of tomorrow’s newspaper.”

“Don’t worry.” Jaehyun reassures him. He gestures to the food. “Shall we start eating?”

As they’re digging in, Jungwoo can’t help but look at Jaehyun. Jaehyun is busy shoving food into his mouth, chewing with his mouth closed and his dimples forming with every chew. Jaehyun seems to sense Jungwoo’s stare and looks up to meet his gaze. “What?”

Jungwoo shakes his head and chuckles. “Nothing. It just looks like you haven’t eaten all day.”

“Because I haven’t,” Jaehyun laughs. “I’ve been busy with a photoshoot all day. I wasn’t able to eat lunch. Hey, don’t you think the pork cutlets remind you of Y/N’s? I swear her pork cutlets are so much better—”

“Y/N?” Jungwoo quirks an eyebrow at the mention of your name.

“Yeah, Y/N.” Jaehyun swallows his food and grabs an empty glass. “Hey, we should probably go visit her after dinner and have a couple of drinks.”

Jungwoo’s pouring water into Jaehyun’s glass. He looks at him with a funny expression. Is Jaehyun listening to himself right now? Is he in his right mind? 

“I don’t think you would want to do that, Jaehyun.” Jungwoo shakes his head.

Jaehyun frowns. “What do you mean? We always go over to Y/N’s place to have a couple of drinks. It’s either that or the usual Marvel marathons—”

“Jaehyun, did you hit your head this morning?” Jungwoo chuckles. “It’s like you have short term memory loss or something.”

“I’m honestly so confused,” Jaehyun scratches his head. “We always go to Y/N’s place for drinks and movie marathons. Is there something I don’t know—”

“Jaehyun, you stopped talking to Y/N after senior homecoming.” 

Jaehyun can’t seem to comprehend the words spewing out of Jungwoo’s mouth. “W-What?”

“You and Y/N had a horrible fight on the night of senior year homecoming and ever since then, the both of you haven’t forgiven each other.” Jungwoo looks at him confusedly. “This is old news, Jaehyun. Are you sure you’re not going through memory loss?”

“Y/N and I…” Jaehyun trails off. “We stopped talking after homecoming?”

Jungwoo nods his head. “The both of you broke off your friendship after that night. Y/N hated you and I wouldn’t be surprised if she still does. You guys ended your friendship pretty badly.”

“Y/N hates me?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“And I hate her?”

“Well, yeah. It’s a shame because the both of you got along so perfectly and all it took was your stupid girlfriend to ruin such a perfect friendship—”

“I have a girlfriend?” Jaehyun’s eyes widen. “Since when?”

Jungwoo snorts. “Don’t tell me that you’ve forgotten about your ten-year relationship with Mina. You and Mina have been dating since senior year homecoming.”

“Mina and I are dating…” Jaehyun trails off. “It just seems too good to be true.”

Jungwoo smiles. “Yeah, you’re pretty whipped for your spoiled brat of a girlfriend. By the way, speaking of Y/N, she’s the reason why I wanted to have dinner with you.”

“Y/N? What about her?” Jaehyun grabs his glass of water to take a sip.

Jungwoo watches him drink some water. “Y/N’s getting married in a month and I figured—”

Jaehyun spits the water out of his mouth. He bursts out into a coughing fit after choking on some of his water. Jungwoo wipes a couple of water droplets that landed on his face and winces. “Y/N’s getting married?!”

“I probably should’ve waited for you to finish drinking your water—”

“In a month?!”

Jungwoo nods his head. “Yes, which is why I figured it would be best for you to attend her wedding to settle your twelve-year fight and reunite as the best friends you used to be.”

Jaehyun coughs one last time. “Tell me that one more time. I don’t believe you.”

“Y/N’s getting married.”

Jaehyun nods. “Okay—”

“And she’s getting married in a month.”

“Well, shit—”

Jungwoo smirks. “And you wouldn’t guess who she’s getting married to.”

“To who?”

“To—”

“Flowers for you.”

A perfectly arranged bouquet of pink and white carnations is gently placed on your desk. You can feel your cheeks heat up. As you set down your pen, you reach for the bouquet of flowers to give it a quick sniff. Your receptionist slash partner in crime, Wendy, smiles and leaves your office to give you some privacy. 

You’re reading the note attached to the bouquet. The handwriting is somewhat messy, causing you to let out a giggle. However, the message written on the note makes your heart do cartwheels. You grab your phone to make a quick phone call. 

“I’m guessing you got the flowers?”

He can hear you smile through the phone. You hum in reply, sniffing the flowers one last time. “Yes, I did. Look at you, getting more romantic by the day.”

“Well, you are the love of my life.” He teases you and it’s enough for you to melt. “I passed by the flower shop on my way to work this morning and decided to start your day off with a nice bouquet of carnations. Do you like them?”

“I love them.” You gush out. “Thank you for this, love. You really didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to.” He reassures you. “Anything to put that beautiful smile on your face.”

“Stop being greasy.” You groan. 

He laughs. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop. I have to get going! We have a meeting in a couple of minutes.”

“Alright. I’ll let you go.” You smile. “Work hard, love! I’ll cook up a great hearty dinner for us tonight.”

“Sounds delicious. I’ll see you tonight, love.” He mumbles. “I love you! Twenty-four hours a day! Seven days a week!”

“I love you too.” You giggle. “See you later, future husband.”

As you hang up your phone, you’re heading towards your closet to pull out an empty vase for the flowers. You’re pouring in some water from the washroom sink. You hear the door to your office open. You poke one head out the door. 

“Y/N, there’s someone who wants to see you.” Wendy says with an uneasy look on her face. It kind of throws you off. 

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t remember having any appointments or meetings scheduled for today.”

“I know,” she purses her lips into a tight line. “But he really needs to speak with you.”

“He?” You say confusedly. “Alright. Just give me a couple of minutes and you can let him in.”

You set the vase down on your table. A wide smile is etched across your lips. It’s such a wide smile that your cheeks are starting to hurt. As you let out a happy sigh, you gather all of your hair to tie it up into a lazy ponytail. Grabbing your glasses, you put them on before getting back to work.

The door swings open. “Excuse me, sir, you can’t just—”

You look up, alarmed by the commotion. Wendy looks at you in panic as she tries to stop a man from entering your office. But she’s not the one you’re looking at. You’re looking at—

“Jaehyun?” 

Jaehyun feels the air being knocked out of his lungs. You look back at him with the same surprised expression. He can feel his face soften at the sight of you. A couple of seconds pass by with just the two of you surprised by each other’s presence. 

You’ve changed, appearance-wise. He notices how you’ve successfully nailed your sense of style. You’ve grown out your hair. Your face has matured but you still have those chubby cheeks he once adored. He still does. You’re foreign. But at the same time, you’re familiar. 

“H-Hey, I—”

You’re pointing out the door. “Get out of my office.”

“What?”

“I said,” you raise an eyebrow, “get out of my office.”

“But I literally just got here—”

You’re pulling out an hourglass sand timer from the drawer of your desk and slamming it down onto the surface. Jaehyun flinches at the loud slam, gulping nervously. “One minute—”

“One minute for what?” He panics.

“You have one minute to explain why you’re here.” You fold your arms. “Time is ticking.”

“Okay, wait, this is overwhelming—”

“Fifty-five, fifty-four, fifty-three—”

“Okay! Fine!” He exclaims. “I want to work with you.”

Your expression hardens. What kind of tricks is he pulling off? Is this some sort of sabotage to your photography business? What is he trying to do? You glance at Wendy, who looks back at you with the same gaze. 

“You want to work with me?” You ask.

He nods his head. “Yes. I want to work with you—”

“Why?”

“Because—Because—”

“You don’t seem like you have a reason.” You shrug your shoulders. “Why would I work with you if you can’t come up with a believable and convincing reason—”

“I want to give you more leverage in the photography industry.” Jaehyun explains. “And why not take up an offer from me, a model that’s in demand in the industry?”

You fall silent. Your eyes trail down to the timer. All of the sand has shifted to the other end of the hourglass. Time is up. Jaehyun follows your gaze that’s focused on the timer. You fold your arms.

“I’m rejecting your offer.”

He looks at you incredulously. “What?! Why?!”

“Because if I accepted your offer, it would seem as if I’m in for the money.” You shake your head. “I’m not in it for the money. You may be the richest model in the entire world right now and sure, you can definitely help me out. But I don’t need it.”

“Turn the timer around again.” He commands.

You look up at him. “What?”

“I said, turn the timer around again.” 

“And why would I do that?”

He scoffs. “Because I have many more reasons as to why you should take up my offer. There’s something inside of me that tells me there’s a deeper reason as to why you’re rejecting my offer.”

“Deeper reason? Trust me, Jaehyun, it’s not that deep—”

“You’re rejecting my offer because of what we used to be.” Jaehyun walks closer to your desk. When he reaches your desk, he grabs the hourglass and resets the timer. The both of you meet eyes. “Best friends. That’s what we used to be. Is that why you don’t want to work with me? Are you still mad at me? Even after all these years?”

You stare at him with somewhat teary eyes. You shake your head even though your mind knows that he’s telling the truth. You like to think that Jaehyun can’t see your eyes that are slowly welling up with tears. But Jaehyun can see it. He can see it clearly.

“No. Whatever we used to be doesn’t matter right now. In fact, there must be a deeper reason as to why you’re suddenly reaching out to me after ten years.” You bite back. “Why? Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

“Jungwoo told me that you’re getting married.”

You scoff. “That little motherfucker—”

“And I figured that it would be nice to help you out with your wedding.” He adds. “Ten years is a long time, Y/N. I’m pretty sure that’s enough time for the both of us to mature and grow up and get over whatever broke our friendship.”

You shake your head. “I don’t need your help with my wedding, thank you very much—”

“Just let me help.” He pleads.

“Why? Is it because you feel guilty?” You ask. “Do I look like a charity case to you? Does it look like I don’t have enough to plan my own wedding?”

“No, you don’t look like a charity case to me. I’m sure you have more than enough to plan your own wedding.” He explains. “But yes, I feel guilty. I feel guilty for ruining our precious friendship and the only way I can fix it is if you would accept my extra help, even if you don’t need it.”

The both of you look down at the hourglass. Time’s up. You can see Jaehyun reach out to grab the hourglass but you snatch it away just in time. Your grip on the hourglass tightens. 

“I’m sure there’s a catch.” You mutter. “There must be a catch.”

He raises his hands up in defense. “There’s no catch. Just you, working with me. That’s all. Besides, I’ve been looking at your work and it’s amazing. You deserve more attention.”

You stare into his eyes to look for any malice. But your hardened gaze softens when you realize that you’re looking into the same warm eyes you looked at twelve years ago. You look away from him. 

“Fine.” You whisper. “But the moment I find it suspicious, I won’t hesitate on kicking you out of my life again.”

His face lights up. 

“You won’t regret this, Y/N. I’ll make sure of it.”

Click. Click. Click.

The studio is filled with stylists and makeup artists rushing all over the place for one model. One. You’re extremely overwhelmed by the busy environment even though it’s an environment you’ve been accustomed to since you started working as a photographer. Standing in front of the camera, you spot Jaehyun. He’s getting his clothes fixed by his stylist. You hate to admit it, but Jaehyun looks gorgeous when he’s dressed up in luxury clothing. It’s almost as if luxury clothing was made for him to wear. He’s surely an IT boy, even though he’s a grown man. There’s a reason why he’s adored and glorified in the industry and you can see it just by his charm and presence. 

Your heartbeat almost stops when Jaehyun’s eyes meet yours. A smile begins to spread his lips as he starts making his way towards you. You’re nervously fiddling with your fingers as he gets closer to you. 

“I see that you made it,” he greets you.

You scoff. “It’s not like I had a choice, did I?”

His smile is wiped off his face. “Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?”

Your eyes scan the studio until they stop on the photographer standing behind the camera— “Is that—oh fuck no, you did not just—is that who I think it is?”

“Yes. That is Johnny Suh, in the flesh.” 

It is Johnny Suh in the flesh. He’s scanning through the pictures he’s taken of Jaehyun. You’ve always wanted to meet Johnny. In fact, you’ve followed and adored his work since the beginning of his photography career. When he started to earn more recognition for his work, you couldn’t help but feel happy for him. But now that he’s within a ten metre radius from you, you suddenly don’t know how to act.

“Let me introduce you to him—”

“What?” Your head jerks in Jaehyun’s direction. “Why? Why would—”

“You’ll be working with him.” Jaehyun cuts you off and your mouth falls open. “Don’t tell me you forgot—”

“I don’t remember you telling me that—”

“Y/N, it’s so nice to finally meet you!”

Finally? You turn to see Johnny approaching the both of you. Your hands start to sweat out of nervousness. As Johnny finally stands in front of you, there are a couple of things you’ve noticed. One, he’s incredibly tall. Two, he’s not the slightest bit intimidating. Three, he looks like the sweetest person on Earth. You nervously fiddle with your fingers, a bad habit you can’t seem to break.

“My best buddy Jaehyun here showed me your work,” Johnny begins, “but jokes on him because I’ve been following your Instagram feed for a year now!”

“You’re joking,” you blurt out. “A year now? I would’ve noticed that immediately—”

“Well, I don’t think that matters now because we’ll be working together for Jaehyun’s photoshoot.” Johnny interrupts you in the nicest way possible. You’re in the midst of scrolling through your followers list to find Johnny’s account until Jaehyun places his hand on yours. “Shall we get started, Y/N?”

You and Jaehyun look at each other. A smile begins to spread across Jaehyun’s lips when he sees your eyes light up and sparkle. Are those stars in your eyes—

“First off, it’s such an honour to be working with you.” You gush out and Johnny flushes a deep red. “And yes, we shall get started.”

“Let’s make some memories!”

And you do make memories.

“So, Jaehyun’s been telling me about your wedding coming up in a month.”

You’re in the midst of shoving a spoonful of rice into your mouth when Johnny brings up your wedding. The immediate switch-up in conversation makes you squint your eyes at Jaehyun, who sits right across from you. You place your spoon back down onto your plate, slowly nodding your head. All that is heard is the sizzle of beef on the grill.

“Yes, I’m getting married in a month.” You smile. 

Jaehyun can’t help but notice how bright your smile is. He wonders who you’re getting married to. He wants to know who you’ll be spending the rest of your life with. It makes him happy seeing you happy. But surprisingly, there’s a small chunk of him that’s not. And he’s not sure why.

“How does that feel?” Johnny asks. His eyes slightly widen. “That is, if you’re comfortable talking about your engagement and marriage—”

“Oh, it’s no problem!” You exclaim, reassuring him. Your smile never seems to leave your face. You look like a teenage girl getting giddy over her first crush. “I’m getting married to my boyfriend whom I’ve been in a relationship with for almost nine years.”

“Nine—” Johnny almost chokes on his food. “Nine years?!”

You chuckle. “It’s a long time, huh?”

Jaehyun’s eyebrows knit together. Nine years. You and Jaehyun haven’t spoken to each other for ten years. Your friendship ended ten years ago. That means, Jaehyun must’ve known your fiance—

“I’ve always wished to get married to my high school sweetheart,” Johnny sighs happily. “But it’s nice to see you living my dream. You deserve it.”

You nod your head. “It’s something I’m proud of.”

Johnny nudges Jaehyun. “Hey, aren’t you dating your high school sweetheart too? Mina—”

Jaehyun stares at you. You’re too busy grilling the beef to even notice his burning gaze. He expected to meet eyes with you. Mina is the reason why your friendship with him was destroyed. But why are you acting completely unfazed by the mention of Mina, the woman he’s currently in a relationship with and the woman who tore you two apart? 

“Yeah,” Jaehyun mumbles, looking away from you. “Her name’s Mina. We both met in high school. We’re still going strong.”

Johnny grins. “Are you planning on proposing?”

Jaehyun purses his lips into a tight line. Thoughts cloud his mind. 

He’s always wanted to be with Mina. He’s had the biggest crush on her. It’s a dream come true knowing that Mina is his long-time girlfriend. However, he doesn’t have memories of his ten-year relationship with Mina. He doesn’t remember going out on dates with her. He’s been brought to the future where he has to draw connections and figure ten year’s worth of memories out on his own. 

But why is it that his wishes that have come true, have turned out to be completely different to what he expected it to be? Sure, he’s dating Mina, but he hasn’t heard from her yet. Sure, he’s living the luxurious life, but it’s not as exciting as he thought it would be. Why is he so affected by the news of your wedding? He feels betrayed. He feels like he should’ve been a better friend. He feels guilty.

He shrugs off his thoughts. 

“Soon.”

The night is still young and Johnny is the first one to bid farewell. As you’re both waving Johnny goodbye in front of the Korean restaurant, Jaehyun spots an ice cream parlour across the street. As soon as Johnny’s car is no longer in sight, you’re digging in your purse for your car keys—

“Want to grab ice cream?” Your movements halt to a stop. 

You look up at Jaehyun. “Don’t you think it’s getting a bit late—”

“It’s never too late for ice cream.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Besides, you love ice cream.”

You bite your lip. “I used to love ice cream. I don’t like ice cream anymore. The last time I had ice cream was eight years ago? Seven years ago?”

Jaehyun frowns. “Let me at least treat you to ice cream. You never know, it might revive the love you once had for ice cream.”

“But—” You begin to protest until Jaehyun pouts. You let out a sigh. “Fine.”

The both of you cross the street to get to the ice cream parlour. You’re surprised that the ice cream parlour is still open so late at night. In front of you, there’s a menu filled with several flavours to choose from. Your eyes scan the menu until they stop at a familiar flavour.

“They have pistachio!” You and Jaehyun both say in unison.

You clear your throat. “I should probably try something new.”

Surprisingly, Jaehyun’s heart is beating so fast. He’s not sure why.

The both of you sit out on the small patio with your ice cream cones. To your dismay, you both got the same flavour, pistachio. Jaehyun watches you as you taste your ice cream. Your eyebrows raise. 

“God, who would’ve thought I’d miss this?” You think aloud.

Jaehyun smiles. “Do you regret grabbing ice cream with me now?”

You shake your head in reply. “You know, pistachio wasn’t really my favourite flavour.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Really? Then what was your favourite flavour?”

“Cookies and cream.” You mumble. “The only reason why pistachio became my favourite flavour was because you introduced it to me. Our classmates always made fun of you for it, calling you an old man for having horrible taste in ice cream, and it made you extremely upset. I forced myself to like the flavour just to make you feel better, so that you would be comfortable having pistachio ice cream with me.”

“Really?” He says softly.

You slowly nod your head. “Really.”

It grows silent. You’re both busy finishing your ice cream cones. Jaehyun can’t help but admire what you’ve done for him back in the day. On the other hand, you feel like you just made things more awkward than it already was.

Jaehyun looks up at the night sky. “Why do you think what happened to us, happened?”

You shrug your shoulders. “I’m not sure, Jaehyun.”

“Do you think things would have turned out differently if we were a bit more—”

You chuckle. “A bit more mature and not some two emotional teenagers going through puberty?”

He laughs. “Yeah.”

“Maybe,” you say after much thought. “Maybe we would’ve been friends still.”

“Are we not friends anymore?” He questions, with eyes filled with hope.

Jaehyun feels his heart crack when you shake your head. You’re giving him a sad smile, something he dreads seeing on your face. He wishes he could erase that image from his mind.

“We both changed in different ways that we don’t know each other like we used to.” You explain, avoiding eye contact. “I’m not the same Y/N you were best friends with ten years ago, Jaehyun. I’m sure it’s the same for you too.”

Ouch. 

“But do you think we still have another chance at being best friends again? Maybe not as best friends, but as friends?”

Your smile brightens when your eyes cheer up. “We might, that is, if you’re willing to give it a shot.”

He mirrors your smile. “I can definitely give it another shot, but only if you are going to do it too.”

“I don’t see why not.”

Turns out Mina is just as famous as he is. 

Him and Mina are often called the power couple. With the both of them being successful models living lavish lives, their relationship has become the goal of every other couple. They wish to be like them. 

“Where were you, babe?”

Sitting in front of the large LED TV, Mina flips through the channels with the remote control. She’s not sparing a single glance at him. He’s kicking off his shoes and making his way to the couch to join her. As he’s sitting next to her on the couch, he leans in to peck her cheek. She flashes him a small smile.

“I had a photoshoot with Johnny and Y/N today.” He answers.

Mina finally settles on a Spiderman movie. She tosses the remote control to the side and glances at him. 

“Y/N?” She questions. “Since when did you reconnect with Y/N?”

Jaehyun scratches the back of his neck. Right. Transparency. It’s what you need in a relationship. But why didn’t he even think about telling his girlfriend? It was like it slipped out of his mind. 

“I got in touch with her because Jungwoo told me that she’s getting married in a couple of weeks.” He explains, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I decided it would be best to clear the bad blood between us, so I asked if she wanted to work with me.”

Mina bites her lip. “She’s getting married?”

He nods his head. “In three weeks. We’re invited, by the way.”

Mina looks into his eyes and holds his hand that’s caressing her cheek. She leans closer to the warmth of his hand and sighs. “When do you think we’ll get married?”

His smile falters. She seems to take notice and a look of disappointment appears on her face. She lets go of his hand and shifts her gaze to the TV screen. 

“Do you want to get married?” He asks.

She scoffs. “I mean, we’ve been dating for ten years.”

“Do you see yourself spending the rest of your life with me?” He whispers.

She lets out a tiring sigh. She grabs the remote control and turns off the TV. Her night is officially ruined and Jaehyun’s the exact reason why. “Here we go again with the same conversation. I’m tired of going in circles, Jaehyun.”

“Circles?”

She looks at him with broken eyes. “All of my friends are getting married. Whenever they ask me about when we’ll be tying the knot, I can’t even give them an answer because—because I don’t know! My parents are wondering when we’ll be getting married and I can’t even tell them when we’ll be getting married.”

“Mina—”

“Do you not see yourself spending the rest of your life with me?” She asks and it comes out barely above a whisper. “Jaehyun, it’s been ten years. I think ten years is more than enough to start settling down together.”

“I—”

She laughs and points at him. “Don’t even try to use your career as an excuse. That excuse is overused. Try thinking of another one, maybe I’ll believe it this time.”

“Mina, babe, I’d love to marry you, but—”

“But?” She chuckles bitterly. “But what? What’s holding you back? There’s nothing holding me back, Jaehyun. I can see that there’s something stopping you. Hell, it’s not even something. It might be someone.”

Jaehyun’s mouth clamps shut. He’s not sure what to say to her. His silence makes her wince and let out a low laugh of disbelief. She huffs out a breath and grabs her phone. 

“I’ll be spending the night at Suhyun’s. If you need me, just give me a call or something.”

His girlfriend leaves him in the comfort of his silence. But his silence is far from comforting. It’s a haunting silence. There’s something stopping Jaehyun from proposing to Mina. There’s something stopping him from settling down with his girlfriend of ten years.

But the thought of that something being someone is a thought that terrifies him.

It’s much more terrifying when that someone could be you.

When Jaehyun gives you your first paycheck for your first photoshoot with him, you decide to invest it in the wedding bouquets. Coincidentally, your day off matched with Jaehyun’s day off, thus, resulting in him accompanying you to the flower shop. Unfortunately, your fiance has a huge project meeting and isn’t able to join you. 

As you step into the flower shop, you’re greeted by a quirky florist. She’s wearing a vibrant pink apron that matches her more muted yellow headband. You’re scanning the flower shop, your eyes settling for the carnations and peonies, even the baby’s breath and roses. 

“What can I do to help the lovely couple?” The florist asks as she approaches you.

You and Jaehyun glance at each other. You’re taken aback. You shake your head. “Sorry, we’re not—we’re not dating. He’s just a friend of mine.”

The florist gasps. “Oh! I’m so sorry!”

You wave it off. “No worries. I was just wondering whether you could help me out with last-minute wedding bouquets for my wedding?”

“When’s your wedding?”

“In three weeks.” You reply. “September twenty-seventh.”

“We can definitely look around and see what you like.” The florist insists. “We can then make a decision once you’ve picked your favourites.”

You smile. “Sounds great.”

Jaehyun can’t help but think about how beautiful your smile is. You must love your fiance so much that it makes you extremely happy. Somehow, he wishes he could make you smile like that. It makes his heart ache in ways he didn’t even know it would.

“I’ve always wanted to have peony bouquets.” You mention it to the florist. 

She nods her head vigorously. “We could definitely work with peonies! In case we need fillers, I was wondering if you would be open to have baby’s breath to fill in the gaps of the bouquet.”

“I think that would look lovely.” You chuckle.

“What colour would you want the peonies to be?”

You scan the variety of colours. “Well, my bridesmaids will be wearing dusty blue dresses.” 

The florist hums. “I think white peonies would be the right choice. It’ll compliment the dusty blue, along with your wedding dress.”

You nod in agreement. “I think so too.”

“I’ll start picking out some flowers to arrange them into bouquets for you to choose from.” The florist insists. “I hope you don’t mind.”

You smile. “I don’t mind at all. Work your magic!”

The florist comes up with three different bouquets to choose from. You and Jaehyun are analyzing them carefully. You can’t help but look at the bouquet on the far left. It’s a bouquet filled with white peonies along with some hints of baby’s breath. The bouquet is wrapped with a dusty blue ribbon, complimenting the dusty blue colour scheme you have for your bridesmaids.

“I really like this one,” you point to it. 

“I think so too.” The florist giggles. “I can’t help but imagine how lucky your fiance is, ma’am. You’re glowing! You look so in love.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. “Do I really?”

She nods. “You do! I’m sure your friend here can see it too.”

Jaehyun’s eyebrows raise as the attention is suddenly shifted towards him. You look up at him as if you’re waiting for him to agree. He’s looking back at you, particularly into your eyes that are sparkling with stars and galaxies. 

“Yeah,” Jaehyun mumbles. “I can see it.”

Your smile widens at Jaehyun’s approval. You reach out for the bouquet that you’ve chosen to look closely at the details. Jaehyun still has his eyes on you.

The florist notices Jaehyun’s intense gaze pointed at you and it creates an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach. It’s almost as if she’s looking at a best friend who’s so deeply in love with the other, but is caught at a crossroads; to either tell you that he’s in love with you or to let you get married to someone else.

Two weeks left until your wedding.

You find yourself back at the bridal shop to do last-minute tailoring on your wedding dress. While your mother couldn’t accompany you to the final fitting, she was persistent on not allowing your fiance to see you in your dress. She believed in such superstitions. It was quite funny. 

You think Jaehyun truly wants to get back to being best friends with you again. He’s been doing nothing but help. He helped you when you didn’t ask for it. And here he is, joining you with the final fitting.

You’re standing in front of the mirror, looking at your reflection. The tailor is busy zipping up your dress at the back. The dress fits like a glove, but of course, there are some last-minute changes such as making sure the sequins are placed securely on the bodice of the dress. Once you feel the dress is zipped up, the tailor walks around you in a circle to analyze the dress.

“I think we can adjust the front a bit more.” The tailor suggests and you nod in agreement.

Your wedding dress is an off-shoulder dress. It has see-through sleeves, decorating your arms with subtle flowers and lace. The dress is long enough that it hits the floor. It feels lightweight and effortless. 

“Alright. I think we’re good with the dress. Are there any other changes you want to make?” The tailor asks as she pops in the last pin. 

You shake your head. “I think it’s perfect.”

The tailor smiles. “Shall we show you in your dress to your friend? Maybe he can give in a second opinion. Second opinions are great.”

You nod. “I don’t see why not.”

Jaehyun’s looking at all the dresses in the shop. He’s trying to imagine Mina in each wedding dress that he likes. His argument with Mina never seems to leave his head. Can he imagine seeing Mina walking down the aisle? Does he see himself starting a family with Mina? The doubt alone is enough to make him feel unsettled. A ten year relationship is a relationship headed towards marriage. But why does he feel hesitant? Why does he feel like he’s being held back?

“Mr. Jeong,” the tailor snaps him out of his thoughts. He looks up. “Y/N wants your opinion on the dress. Do you mind checking with her?”

He nods his head. “Sure.”

The tailor opens the curtains of the fitting room and Jaehyun feels the air being knocked out of his lungs. You haven’t looked at him yet because you’re trying to turn around to face him without tripping over your dress. When you’re finally facing him, you look up at him and his mouth slowly parts open in shock. 

You look beautiful.

You look—

“What do you think, Jaehyun?” You ask.

He’s blinking once, twice, until he blurts out. “I think you look perfect.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. “Really?”

“Really.” He laughs breathlessly. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

You giggle. “Thanks. I guess we don’t need to make any more changes to the dress.”

Jaehyun feels dizzy. You look so beautiful that it hurts. Surprisingly, his troubled thoughts over his relationship with Mina fade away in an instant. You had an effect on him. You surely do.

“Thank you for the ride, Jaehyun.”

Your house is nothing compared to his. It’s not even a house. It’s an apartment. Jaehyun looks out the window and points at the building. “This is where you live?”

You nod. “My fiance and I share an apartment together. But we’re in the process of moving out. After our wedding, we’ll be moving into a small, cozy house.”

“That’s crazy.” He says. “I can’t believe we’re getting old.”

You laugh. “It is crazy. Anyways, I should head inside before my fiance scolds me for letting the food get cold.”

“You probably should do that,” Jaehyun mumbles. “We wouldn’t want an angry fiance, now would we?”

The both of you share a laugh together. You’re both saying goodbyes and as you’re hopping out of the car, Jaehyun sees a figure standing at the lobby of the apartment building. Jaehyun rolls down the window of his car when you gently tap on it. 

“Before you leave, I wanted to ask if you wanted to join us for dinner.” You ask. “I could even introduce you to my fiance, even though you already know him. I guess it’ll sort of be like a mini reunion.”

Jaehyun knows him? He knows your fiance? How? Why? Jaehyun could see the figure walk closer to the both of you. 

He shakes his head. “Oh, no, I wouldn’t want to bother—”

You frown. “Are you sure—”

“Is that Jeong Jaehyun?” 

You look over your shoulder to see your fiance. Jaehyun swears he feels his heart sink. It’s a familiar voice. It’s a familiar face. His smile vanishes from his face. Everything is slowly turning into a nightmare and he wishes he could wake up.

“Cha Eunwoo?”

The dinner table is covered with a variety of side dishes, the main course, and a nice bottle of red wine. The three of you gather around the table, with you and Eunwoo sitting next to each other and Jaehyun sitting right across from you. Jaehyun can’t help but look at Eunwoo.

Eunwoo surely matured. He’s gained more muscle in his arms. He’s still the same good-looking man. 

“I knew I was seeing things right.” Eunwoo chuckles. “Jeong Jaehyun, long time no see.”

You giggle. “Shall we toast to that?”

It’s almost like Jaehyun forgot how to laugh. He fakes a laugh and Eunwoo’s standing up to pop the wine bottle open. He’s pouring each of you a glass of wine. “Let’s toast to this mini reunion!”

“Cheers to that.” You grin as the three of you clink glasses.

Jaehyun’s still in a state of disbelief. The man you’re getting married to is the man his girlfriend used to be in a relationship with. If Eunwoo was the man that Jaehyun dreaded and hated with his whole chest, how much more hatred could he have for him after finding out that he’s the man you’ll be marrying? 

But that’s not what Jaehyun’s bothered by.

Jaehyun’s bothered by the fact that he feels much more affected and heartbroken knowing that Eunwoo’s getting married to you, and not the fact that Eunwoo and Mina somehow didn’t end up together. 

Eunwoo and Mina dating in high school and being the reason why she rejected him was heartbreaking but tolerable.

But Eunwoo being your fiance? But Eunwoo getting married to you? It’s so much more compared to Eunwoo and Mina. 

Why is it bothering him so much? Why does your engagement ring bother him much more after knowing that Eunwoo has the same exact one? 

“You didn’t tell me that Y/N was getting married to Eunwoo. Cha Eunwoo.”

Jungwoo snorts. The both of them are grilling beef in the same private room in the same restaurant where Jaehyun found out about your wedding. But this time around, Jaehyun knows much more. He knows that him and Mina are going through a rough patch in their relationship because of marriage. He knows that you’re getting married to Eunwoo, the man he used to hate because he dated Mina back in high school. 

He also knows that you’re getting married in a couple of days.

“I told you, Jaehyun.” Jungwoo reminds him. “You were just too shit-faced drunk when I told you. That’s probably why you forgot.”

“You told me?” Jaehyun runs his fingers through his hair. 

“And what about it?” Jungwoo pours himself a shot glass of soju before downing it in one go. “Well, from the looks of it, I’m sure you’re pissed—”

“I am. Is it obvious?”

“To me.” Jungwoo shrugs his shoulders. “But probably not to Y/N or Eunwoo.”

“I don’t know why I feel this way,” Jaehyun sighs. “I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I should be happy that Y/N’s getting married to him. She deserves him. I just—and Mina and I are having a rough time right now. She hasn’t come back to the house in a week. She’s been staying at Suhyun’s and—”

“You know,” Jungwoo begins. “Mina always told me that something’s holding you back from settling down with her. I used to think she was joking because I knew that eventually, you would settle down with her. But from what’s happening now, I’m not sure what to believe anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it really does look like something’s holding you back.” Jungwoo mumbles. “Or should I say, someone.”

“Stop making jokes.” Jaehyun downs a shot of soju. “Nothing’s holding me back—”

“Ever since you reunited with Y/N, she’s all you’ve been talking about. You’ve been spending most of your time with her recently, instead of your girlfriend. Your girlfriend is slowly starting to think someone is stopping you from marrying her.” Jungwoo explains all of the valid reasons. “The cherry on top is finding out that Cha Eunwoo is the one Y/N will be marrying.”

“If you’re trying to tell me that I’m in love with Y/N, I’m not—”

“I didn’t say anything about you being in love with Y/N,” Jungwoo cuts him off. “But since you think I’m trying to tell you that, it tells me that you’re conflicted. You’re conflicted with your feelings.”

“I’m not—”

“You are.” Jungwoo folds his arms. “It’s all crystal clear to me now. The reason why you can’t get married to Mina is because there’s someone holding you back. You’re not even aware of it yourself.”

“And you think that someone is—”

“Y/N?” Jungwoo finishes it off for him. “Yes. One hundred percent. Y/N is that person. You can’t accept the fact that she’s getting married to the man who once stole Mina from you. You can’t accept the fact that not only did the same man date your girlfriend, but is also getting married to your best friend.”

“God, you didn’t have to be so upfront about it.”

“Did I really have a choice?” Jungwoo smirks.

“No, not really—”

Jungwoo sighs. “Well, have you realized it yet?”

“Realized what?”

“That you’re in love with Y/N.” Jungwoo answers. 

“I’m not in love with Y/N—”

“You are.” Jungwoo presses. “If you weren’t in love with Y/N, you wouldn’t be having dinner with me tonight. You wouldn’t be following Y/N around like a lost puppy. And you would most definitely be getting married to Mina.”

Jaehyun places his face into his hands. 

“God, I am in love with Y/N.”

“So, what are you going to do about it now?” Jungwoo chuckles lightheartedly. He cracks a joke. “Are you going to crash her wedding?”

“You are not crashing her wedding.”

“I am.”

“You’re not, and I’ll make sure of it!”

Jaehyun and Jungwoo continue with their endless back-and-forth bicker as they head to the wedding venue. Your wedding is going to start in two hours but Jaehyun was insistent on getting to the venue earlier in hopes of stopping your wedding just in time. Jungwoo, however, has different plans. Jungwoo wants this wedding to happen because you deserve happiness, not a huge mess of a man named Jeong Jaehyun who—

“We’re here. Unbuckle your seatbelts, the show’s about to start.”

Jungwoo’s terrified.

“Let’s get it, boys.”

“I think I’d rather hide behind a huge flower pot instead, thank you very much.” Jungwoo mumbles as Jaehyun locks his car with his keys. 

Jaehyun’s sure of one thing, he’s in love with you. You’re the reason why he’s feeling this way. You’re the reason why he can’t settle down with his girlfriend. You’re the reason why he’s been smiling a lot more lately. You’re the reason why he can’t seem to imagine seeing anyone else walking down the aisle but you. 

And man, is he selfish. 

“Where’s the bride?” He asks one of the wedding planners.

The wedding planner raises an eyebrow. “And you are?”

“Jeong Jaehyun,” he says softly. “I’m a best friend of Y/N. I want to give her my blessings and wishes, personally.”

“She’s in that room.”

Jaehyun follows the direction of her finger. The door to the room is shut. He sucks in a breath and exhales deeply. Here goes nothing. He knocks on the door and it takes a couple of seconds for the door to open. A woman, who you assume to be one of your friends, opens the door and pokes her head out.

“Hi, can I help you?” She questions.

“Can I have a word with Y/N?” Jaehyun asks.

“Is that Jaehyun?” He hears you ask from inside of the room. “If it is, let him in!”

The woman steps aside for Jaehyun to enter the room. He sees you sitting on one of the chairs in your wedding dress. He finds himself looking at you in awe. It’s like he’s seeing you in your dress for the first time. Your hair is styled up into a low-bun with some strands of your hair framing your face. You’ve ditched the glasses and replaced them with contact lenses. He always thought your eyes looked beautiful, and they truly are. 

“Hey, you.” You smile.

He feels himself grow shy. “Hey. Uh, can I talk to you?”

You look at him questioningly. “Sure.”

“Alone?”

You feel uneasy. You glance at your friend, Joy. She nods her head and silently excuses herself out of the room, closing the door behind her. Once you’re both left alone in the room, you clear your throat. “What is it that you wanted to talk about?”

“I—I just thought that it was best to get this off my chest—”

“Get what off your chest?” You ask. “Jaehyun, you’re making me nervous—”

“I’m in love with you.”

Jaehyun feels a huge weight being lifted off of his shoulders. 

You gulp nervously. “What—What did you just say?”

“I know this is all so sudden and we literally just got back to being friends but this has been bothering me for the longest time. I couldn’t think straight and then I found out that you’re getting married to Eunwoo—”

“And so, you’re just going to turn up to my wedding and tell me that you’re in love with me?” You scoff. “Why are you telling me this now? Of all days, why my wedding day?”

“I know it might seem like I’m selfish, but—”

“Because you are.” You cut him off. “Jaehyun, remember how I told you that we’ve both changed in ways that we don’t know each other like we used to.”

“But I’m still the same, Y/N. I’m still the same Jaehyun you knew.”

You let out a sigh. “I’ve always been in love with you, Jaehyun. You were someone special to me. But we can’t turn back time. We’ve changed. I’ve changed. I’ve moved on and so did you. I fell in love with Eunwoo and you fell in love with Mina—”

“You were in love with me?” He whispers.

His eyes are gradually filling up with tears. You purse your lips into a tight line. You can’t find the courage to look at him in the eye because you know it’ll make you feel some sort of way. It will bring back feelings you’ve forced yourself to stop feeling.

You nod. “I was.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, wiping away the tears that managed to slip down his cheeks. “Well fuck, now I can’t really stop you from getting married, huh?”

“You were just a little too late, Jaehyun.” You frown. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize.” He shakes his head. “You don’t need to apologize. You deserve to be happy. I think it was just the spur of the moment that’s making me this way.”

“I’m sorry, Jaehyun. I really am.”

“I just want you to be happy, alright? For me.” He smiles through the pain.

“Jaehyun…” You trail off.

“Don’t worry about me.” He reassures you, even though he looks like he’s not having the best time in his life. He glances down at his watch. “You should probably get ready. Your wedding’s about to start. I should probably get going.”

As Jaehyun’s about to leave you, you softly call out his name. He stops at the door with his hand wrapped around the doorknob. As he’s looking over his shoulder, his heart shatters.

“I just wanted to thank you for being there for me for the past month,” you beam. “I’m grateful that you reached out to me. You’re a true best friend.”

He smiles. “Thank you for giving our friendship a second chance.”

Jungwoo sees Jaehyun stepping out of the room. With the defeated look on Jaehyun’s face, Jungwoo knows things didn’t turn out the way he wanted it to be. “So, it didn’t work out?”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t think it did.” Jungwoo frowns. “Man, you took the biggest L. I even brought a party popper to celebrate if things did work out.”

Jaehyun stops in his tracks and Jungwoo almost bumps into him. He turns around and raises an eyebrow at his friend. “Really? A party popper?”

“I honestly thought things would turn out well. I thought you would get the biggest W. I was prepared. But it’s sort of sad that it didn’t.” Jungwoo sighs sadly. “What am I going to do with this party popper now? Pop it?”

Jungwoo’s pulling out the party popper from the inner pocket of his suit. Jaehyun can’t help but snort at his friend’s dorkiness. Jungwoo looks at him questioningly but Jaehyun shakes his head. 

“How do I work this thing—”

“Maybe this is a sign that I should marry Mina—”

Pop! The both of the flinch at the sound. The confetti falls down in the air, with some of it landing on Jaehyun’s hair. He stares at one of the confetti that is slow to fall down, it’s almost like it’s floating in the air. 

“This feels familiar.” He says softly.

“What feels familiar?”

Jaehyun ignores Jungwoo and closes his eyes. 

He wishes things would go back to how they used to be. He wishes to be back in the parking lot of his senior year homecoming venue. He wishes to turn back time. He wishes to return to the night of senior year homecoming, where he was counting down the minutes left until his birthday. 

Maybe things would turn out right this time.

“Jaehyun! Are you even listening to me?”

Jaehyun’s eyes flutter open at the sound of your voice. When his eyes open, the first thing he sees is you. You’re sitting right across from him. He huffs out a breath when he notices that you’re wearing glasses and your face has changed. You look much younger, almost like how you looked when you were in high school. Wait—

“Jaehyun.” You repeat yourself. 

He blinks. “What?”

“Were you even listening to me?” You ask him again. 

“S-Sorry, what were you saying?” He stutters.

You chuckle, shaking your head at how adorable your best friend is. Jaehyun looks down to see that you’re both sitting on a checkered picnic blanket. You’re both sitting underneath a tree, having a small picnic together. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. 

“Wait, before you repeat yourself.” Jaehyun begins. “What’s the date today?”

You give him a funny look. “Are you joking? It’s your birthday.”

“It is?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “Are you alright? Are you still hungover from all those after-homecoming party drinks we had?”

“Homecoming was last night?” He scratches the back of his head.

“Yes. Homecoming was last night and you were about to confess your feelings to Mina but you found out that Eunwoo’s her boyfriend. You got shit-faced drunk because you were heartbroken and—oh, that’s probably why you’re still hungover… you had a lot of drinks last night.” You explain.

He sighs with relief. “Oh, thank God. Thank God, Mina rejected me.”

“Are you listening to yourself right now? Do you have a fever? What’s wrong—”

Jaehyun grabs your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss. You stiffen out of surprise and shock until you find yourself melting into the kiss when he pulls you closer. There are butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Jaehyun’s heart is thumping out of his chest and he’s more than sure that you can hear it. 

When you both pull away, he shyly looks away from you.

“Did you just kiss me?”

“Maybe.”

“Why?” You whisper. “Is there something wrong with you? Are you sure you’re not sick or something?”

“Maybe I kissed you because I’m in love with you.”

He’s… in love with you? It was just last night that Jaehyun got his heart broken after finding out that Mina’s dating Eunwoo. It was just last night where you got your heart broken when Jaehyun told you about his plans on confessing to Mina. Since when did Jaehyun fall in love with—

“Me?” You blurt out. “You’re in love with me?”

“I feel shy—”

“Shut up, say it again.” You grab a couple of grapes from your lunch container to chuck at him. He covers his face too late. “You’re in love with me?”

“Yes. I am.”

You don’t need to tell Jaehyun that you’re in love with him. He knows. He knows by the way your smile slowly appears across your lips. He knows by the way you look at him.

You’ve always been in love with him.

That’s all that matters.

“Good, because I’m in love with you too.” You bite back a smile. “I’ve always been.”

“I know.”

“It’s not the time to be cocky, Jaehyun.”

author’s note. and now i will take my three-week break to study for midterms LMAO but don’t worry! i will still be active just to reply to messages and asks so i won’t be gone for long. i hope you liked this short fic! and thank you so much for reading!

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Free will argument

Fandom: Dracula (2020)

Characters: Count Dracula, Agatha Van Helsing, John Seward

Relationship: Dracula/Agatha Van Helsing

Rating: Mature

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Zoe's voice trailed off in her head, and Agatha went to the window.

Light rain glittered in drops on the bushes and benches of the hospital park, the evening sun peeped through the rare clouds. Slowly Agatha put on her jacket and dialed the number she found in her grand-niece's phone.

‘Jack, get me out of the hospital. I'm discharging myself.’ It sounded confident. The young man on the other end of the line tried to object, but Agatha said: ‘Hurry up,’ – and dropped the call.

They rode in the taxi in silence. They stopped once – at an antique shop. Digging through Zoe's memory, Agatha found this little store in Soho, selling all sorts of unnecessary trifles along with false antiquities and pseudo-magic nonsense.

Climbing out of the car, Agatha returned five minutes later. Leaning over to the open window, she put the bag with aspen stakes on Jack's lap and, going around the car, got back.

She did not know why she was going to Dracula and did not know what kind of reaction she expected from him. And she really had no idea what she was going to do.

‘You don`t look very surprised.’

‘You don`t look very dead.’

‘I`m getting there.’ Agatha walked through the open door and, staggering slightly, sat down at the table. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jack follow her apprehensively. She heard her own voice telling how easy it was to find Dracula's apartment.

When Dracula grabbed the guy by the throat, Agatha woke up abruptly.

‘Let him go,’ she said, feeling the pain rise inside Zoe's body in a hot wave. Why is she here?

‘Why?’ Dracula turned to her with interest.

The pain squeezed her chest and then gone. Agatha swallowed.

‘This is England,’ she said, catching her breath. ‘Conversation preseeds dinner.’

So little time, Agatha thought, looking at how Dracula threw the young man away and, turning to her, leaning with both hands on the table. Almost unconsciously, she mirrored his pose, inside fleetingly noting that she had never been in a more stupid situation.

Except when she died aboard the ship, which she herself blew up, hoping to kill the vampire. Agatha frowned, shaking her head. She needs to concentrate. She thinks about the wrong things.

‘– waiting for someone?’ Jack's voice came to her through the fog in her head.

‘Lucy Westenra.’ The name of the girl Dracula killed brought Agatha back to reality. She raised her head. ‘Do you expect her to rise up and come to you? I have to disappoint you – she was cremated.’

Agatha was surprised by Dracula's reaction. Anger, disbelief, irritation – and a shadow of horror suddenly replaced each other on his face. Did he really feel something for that child, Agatha asked herself distantly. Most likely, however he just…

Dracula's ferocious monologue was interrupted by a sharp ringing at the door. He paused, looking first at Jack, then at Agatha with a victorious smile.

‘You underestimated... hmm... vampires' liveliness,’ with flashing eyes, he said and went to open. He turned around halfway. ‘Dr. Seward. She was your friend, wasn't she?’

Agatha spent the next half hour desperately battling nausea, pain, and fear. The scene with the ill-fated, half-burned Lucy was disgusting, and Agatha almost regretted bringing Jack with her.

It is better for old acquaintances to meet in private.

‘...at least she died well. This is a rare quality, believe me.’

Agatha shuddered.

‘Quality or taste?’ she asked, turning to Dracula.

‘Oh, taste,’ Dracula nodded mockingly. ‘Her taste was unique. I've never seen anything like it before. It was as if she was in love with death.’

‘That`s it!’ Having doused Agatha simultaneously with pain and heat, understanding came. ‘That`s everything.’ She looked at Dracula, frozen in bewilderment. She turned to the tear-stained youth. ‘Jack, go away.’

‘Dr. Helsing, I can't…’ he protested. ‘I will not leave you…’

But Agatha did not listen to him.

‘I need to speak to Count Dracula. It's very personal,’ she said, looking Dracula in the eye. ‘He wouldn’t want anyone else to hear it.’

‘Why not?’ Dracula asked.

‘Because now I know exactly what you fear most,’ Agatha said. She straightened, returning his victorious smile. The pain receded, she suddenly felt at ease.

‘Well, I don’t know,’ Dracula looked at her with childish delight.

‘I know you don’t,’ Agatha replied.

‘Dr. Seward, you may leave,’ Dracula said without turning to Jack.

‘Get out,’ said Agatha.

She glanced at Jack. He looked at her questioningly, as if he expected her to explain everything to him and tell him what the hell was going on here. Agatha sighed slightly.

To tell the truth, she was not sure of anything. Least of all – how what she just realized will help.

‘Today is going to be a beautiful day,’ she said to Jack with her eyes pointing to the curtained window. Deciding that he understood her plan, the guy nodded and left, finally leaving them with Dracula alone.

For some time after his departure, Agatha stood with her head bowed. Pain, faintness, and weakness returned again. I can't do it, she thought.

For just a second, she let go of the expensive tabletop, on which she was leaning so as not to fall, and found herself in the center of some kind of hurricane. She was hugged, held close to Dracula, and he showered her face with kisses. Agatha froze, slightly stunned from all this and from amazement without even trying to escape.

Dracula hugged her with both hands, stroked her head, touched her vertex with his lips.

‘I missed you... I missed you so much,’ he whispered into her hair, laughing.

His lips were unexpectedly warm and soft and he was strong and she was so tired. So confused, so worn out. A stranger in this time, in this place, in this life, and in this body. Pressing her cheek to his shoulder, Agatha briefly allowed herself to just be where she was. She felt good.

Unexpectedly, this thought sobered her.

‘Let me go,’ she said emphatically. He, oddly enough, obeyed instantly. ‘What do you mean – you missed me?’ looking up at him, asked Agatha.

‘That means that I badly wanted to see you.’ He smiled. Agatha frowned in annoyance.

‘You set it up. Zoe... you offered her your blood.’

‘She wanted it herself.’

Agatha flared up.

‘Do not try to confuse me!’

‘It's not that easy to do.’ He took her chin. ‘Agatha,’ he said, looking at her carefully, ‘tell me what you understood about me.’

This simple request uttered without irony and the usual mocking subtext suddenly made all her diligently accumulated anger disappear.

Walking around Dracula, Agatha slowly, overcoming sharp spasms twisting her body, went to the curtained window. She raised her hand and jerked the curtain down.

After waiting for the fuss and screams to subside behind her, she turned around.

‘It`s one hundred and fifty million miles away. What would it do to you?’

Dracula sat on the floor, shielding his hand from the sun, and looked blankly.

Suddenly softening, Agatha walked over. She dropped down next to him.

‘Have you ever thought,’ she asked, ‘why are you the only one of your... kind who is afraid of the sun? Why could Jonathan stand it and why was the girl in your basement not afraid of it? Like the cross, by the way. And Lucy Westenra, by the way, came here before dark.’ Agatha watched his expression slowly change. ‘Why?’

He frowned.

‘I do not know. I thought it was –’

‘Just habits,’ she said. ‘The things which you taught yourself to be afraid many centuries ago, so as not to think about the most important of your fears.’

She turned around, leaning her back wearily on him. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, and in some incredible way, this gave her strength.

‘All your fears lead to one,’ Agatha said, closing her eyes and throwing her head back on his shoulder. ‘Lead to the fear of death. You are a warrior from an old line of warriors, and therefore you hate this fear and are ashamed of it. That's why you came up with all your superstitions and signs.’ Lord, the pain was terrible. Agatha grimaced. ‘Simple as two times two.’

He kissed her again, now somewhere on the cheek or temple. Agatha did not have the strength to resist and argue: Zoe's body was slowly fading away, she every minute waited for the blessed night to fall on her.

Agatha did not remember her last death. Her awakening in the twenty-first century was abrupt and rather awkward. Waking up in a body that she shared with a frightened and lost grandniece, Agatha spent the first few days looking around and trying to understand what was happening and what to do with all this. It was not easy to establish contact with Zoe – she was exhausted and stubborn, overflowing with a sense of guilt. It took three months before her weakened mind was able to listen to something other than itself.

Agatha reproached herself for missing the time. Perhaps she should have been more persistent. Perhaps then young Lucy Westenra would be alive.

It was easy to explain to Zoe why Agatha went to Dracula. Much harder – to explain it to herself. She did not have any means and even physical strength to fight him, and no support, except for a frightened young man, gripped by double grief – because of the loss of his beloved and a friend he was about to lose. Why did she do it?

Because there is free will in the world. Agatha smiled without opening her eyes, remembering how she argued about it there, in the wine cellar, with Dracula. He convinced her that she was looking for violent passions and great adventures, deliberately choosing the dangers – and he believed that she was right in this. Her position, however, rather confirmed his words – even if Agatha did not know what exactly was happening, one thing was obvious: he kidnapped her and kept her with him.

‘What would await you in the monastery, Agatha?’ he said during one of their conversations at chess. ‘Monotonous days, hard work, and prayers to someone you don't even believe in.’

‘I believed in Him thanks to you,’ Agatha answered, and he smiled incomprehensibly and strangely.

Agatha opened her eyes.

‘I lost,’ she said quietly. ‘I lost because I teased the wolves.’

‘I wouldn't jump to conclusions,’ there was a whisper in her ear, and the warm lips moved down to the base of her neck. They played and teased and caressed her until…

‘Will you ever leave me alone?’ Agatha asked, looking up from the chess table in front of her. She opened her mouth again, about to say something harsh, and suddenly realized that the pain was gone. During the three months that Agatha spent in Zoe's body, the pain became so familiar that it was as if, after the even creaky sound that tormented her day and night, there was suddenly quietness.

She looked at Dracula. He sat without saying a word, as the last time, demonstratively clutching a glass of blood in his hand.

‘It's poisoned,’ Agatha said, pointing to the glass.

Dracula was still silent.

‘What do you want?’ Agatha asked almost plaintively. Confusion and fatigue hit her at once. Dracula put the glass on the table, stood up, walked around it, and stopped in front of her.

‘Agatha,’ he said softly. She got up. He smiled. ‘I want to offer you... a choice.’

Agatha frowned. It didn't take a big mind to understand what he meant. Zoe's blood was poisoned, but apparently not enough to kill him. She looked into his eyes.

‘Either I will finish you off, and your death will be quick and easy,’ Dracula spoke her thoughts out loud, ‘or let me convert you.’

The last word made her recoil. Turning away, Agatha walked around the small room several times before remembering that it was impossible to escape from it. Desperately, she looked at Dracula. He stood where he was, not trying to speak to her or stop her. And that moment she clearly realized that he would not force her.

She went up to him again.

‘I have about ten minutes left to live,’ she said softly.

‘That's enough for me,’ Dracula assured her. ‘Although, judging by your blood, you have at least two weeks.’

He was serious. And it was more frightening than all his previous bullying. Agatha ran her hand over her face.

‘You want to make an animal out of me. If only to save me, and you could continue to play with me, you are ready to make me a primitive creature driven by hunger.’

‘I'm glad that you think so highly of me.’ Now in the voice of Dracula, there were familiar, risible notes. ‘But your prejudices prevent you from seeing the essence. At this time, the vampire no longer needs to be a hungry animal,’ he said impatiently. ‘You don’t even have to kill to live. My lawyer delivers blood to me at my first order. Given the required parameters and the talents that I am looking for. Yes, he is quite inventive,’ Dracula smiled in response to the dumbfounded expression on her face. ‘You don’t have to hide, you’ll no longer be an outcast. It would be all the joys of this world before you, including the sun.’ He raised his hand and stroked her cheek. ‘Hate me, if you want, leave me by slamming the door – whatever you want, please. But allow yourself to use this chance.’

Out of place, Agatha imagined what would have happened if she had actually stayed in the monastery. Probably, she would have lived a peaceful life, which would have found its completion in a modest cell on the slope of long fruitless years. She looked at Dracula. He tore her out of that life by the roots, throwing in the face of the self-confident and naive nun the consequences of her own impulsive actions. He killed her, returned her after one hundred and twenty-three years, and offers her... a life without him. Shaking her head, she laughed.

‘Why are you sure that you will succeed?’ she asked without preamble. ‘If I remember correctly, you told Jonathan that most of those whose blood you drink die. How then are you going to?..’

‘Jonathan helped me understand how simple everything is,’ Dracula replied with a smile. ‘And difficult at the same time. Free will, Agatha,’ he said, seeing that she still didn't understand. ‘It's all about free will.’

Agatha frowned, but not because he was now literally quoting what she was thinking.

‘Lucy… you told her something… that in four hundred years she was the first to give you her blood voluntarily. She wanted you. She wanted to stay with you. Like that girl in the basement, probably. But Jonathan,’ Agatha said immediately, ‘Jonathan definitely didn't want that. He begged you to let him go.’

‘He wanted to leave me,’ Dracula agreed. ‘But also – before he died, he swore that he would do everything in his power to stop me. But what could an exhausted, almost drunk dry, sick person do to me?’

Agatha's eyes widened.

‘To fight you, he had to become your equal,’ she said, barely audible. ‘He became a vampire because he wanted to.’

‘Like everyone else,’ Dracula nodded. ‘It's a pity that I realized this so late.’

Agatha just brushed aside another dark joke. Turning away from Dracula, she stared ahead of her for a while.

When she looked at Dracula again, her gaze was direct and open, and she did not need to say a word. He already understood everything.

The next thing Agatha saw was the sun's rays. They shimmered, shone, covered her body from head to toe, spread a sheet of bright light under her. Fascinated by this incredible sight, she did not immediately realize that she was naked and was lying in the arms of a naked Dracula, who touched her shoulder with a kiss.

‘It always seemed to me that the conversion had to be... painful,’ she gasped in amazement.

Dracula smiled, looking up.

‘After all this time, did you think, I`d let it hurt?’

[dameronology]

the one where he catches feelings (mando x reader)

summary: after months of trying to hide his feelings, the thought of you with someone else is another to push the mandalorian over the edge 

warnings: swearing, jealousy, implied smut

enjoy!

- val xx

p.s this has barely been proof read because i am the worst

The Mandalorian didn’t quite understand the concept of feelings. 

How could he? Before you, the nearest thing he’d ever got to a relationship was sleeping with the same person twice. He had long surpassed that number with you but that wasn’t the complicated part. He hadn’t even worried about catching feelings when you’d agreed on the casual arrangements - he was the Mandalorian. And the Mandalorian didn’t catch feelings. 

But contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t a droid. He wasn’t an emotionless void with a beer in one hand and a blaster in the other. Din Djarin - the human being behind the mysterious metal mask - was very, very capable of catching feelings. What had started as a casual arrangement between two touch starved friends had booted him up the arse and sent him into a death spiral. 

Not that he’d ever tell you . Absolutely not. Never, not even if you paid him a million credits. In fact, it was probably a good thing that he had to keep that tin can on his head 24/7 for fear of you being able to read his expressions of adoration. If the idea of you seeing his facial expressions was that terrifying, the possibility of you finding out about his actual feelings was enough to send him into a state of catatonia. 

That is exactly what brought him into his current dilemma. You’d docked up on a planet for a few weeks so that the kid could stretch his little green cankles and catch a few frogs - and on your first night, you and Din had crossed paths with a former flame of yours in a cantina. You’d agreed to go out for a drink with him and now all he could was watch in horror as you made yourself look beautiful for another man. He didn’t like that one bit. 

‘Mando!’ Your voice echoed throughout the cockpit as you kicked open the door, the smell of your perfume immediately overwhelming his senses. ‘Have you seen my boots?’

‘Y-your boots?’ He blinked in surprise, trying to act as though your appearance hadn’t just knocked the air out of his lungs. 

‘The things that go on my feet?’ You thinned your eyes at him. ‘Tauntaun got your tongue?’

‘No...I just…’ he cleared his throat, standing up. ‘You look nice.’

‘Oh, thank you.’ Now it was your turn to blink in surprise. His compliments were usually only the balls-deep kind (make of that what you will). 

Din knew that he had no place to be upset about the fact you were going out for a drink with another guy. You weren’t exclusive - far from it, in fact. You weren’t his partner; you could only be described as his partner-in-crime-and-occasional-babysitter-who-he-sometimes-shagged. 

Good luck finding a Valentine’s Day card for that title. 

‘This guy.’ Din cleared his throat. ‘Were you and him...serious?’

‘Are you asking if he was more serious than us?’

Us. Us. Us. 

He replayed the word over and over in his head. It sounded so right - us. You, him and the Child. A small, ragtag family of two parents and their weird, wrinkly child. It felt so perfect, the sort of thing that could finally give him a sense of security after years on his own. Din had never considered himself the kind of guy who wanted any of that; but then again, he’d considered himself a lot of things before he met you.

‘No.’ He shook his head. ‘I was just curious. If tonight goes well, you might end up staying with him and I need to consider how that would affect the kid-’

‘- you’re full of shit.’ You cut him off. 

You knew that he liked you - and you liked him. Why else would you stay holed up in this absolute garbage can of a ship with him? You sure as hell weren’t doing it out of common courtesy. But you also weren’t going to wait around for Din to get off his ass and tell you that he liked you. The difference between him and the man you were seeing tonight is that the latter had asked you out.

‘But you can’t tell me it’s not a possibility.’ Din’s voice was cold.

‘You’re right.’ You shot back. ‘Maybe me and this guy will fall in love, get married and adopt ten frog-ass looking babies.’

‘Y/N.’

‘Be realistic, you tinhead.’ You lightly thwacked his helmet, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of it. ‘Remember that our frog-ass looking baby needs to be fed at 11 and asleep by midnight.’

‘He’s been in my care longer than yours, I know what I’m doing-’

‘- and if he goes toilet in his robes again, there’s some clean ones hanging up by your bed.’ You gave his shoulder a light squeeze. ‘See you later.’

‘Stay safe.’ And don’t fall in love with him

Din was silently kicking himself. He wanted you to be dressing up for him, getting ready to go out on dates with him - not whoever this...this nerfherder was. If only he could pull his head out of his shiny, beskar ass and just tell you. But he couldn’t. That’s where he fell short. 

And so he watched you walk off the Crest, a trail of perfume in your wake and the Child peeping out from his crib to wave his stubby arms at you. By all intents and purposes, you were his second parent; he was even more attached to you than he was to Din. He would babble and cry whenever you were absent, something that proved to drive the Mandalorian insane for the rest of the night. 

The Child wouldn’t shut up - he was crying one minute, giggling the next. If he wasn’t bawling and staring aimlessly at your empty seat, he was practically climbing the walls, performing surprisingly impressive acrobatics as he leapt from the switchboard and onto Din’s lap. 

‘I know, kid.’ Mando reached out to him, placing him gently in his lap. ‘I miss her too.’

--

It was approaching 2AM by the time you got back. 

You entered the jet as quietly as possible, holding your shoes in one hand as you clambered up the ramp. The night had gone fine - the guy you met was clearly into you. He’d had his hand on your thigh the whole time, his intentions staring right back at you the same way your reflection did in Mando’s helmet. After final call, you’d covered your half of the bill and left. 

You’d spent the whole night wanting to be back here - laying with Din and the kid, watching some ridiculous cartoon on the old holovid player in an attempt to entertain him. It was the never life you thought you’d want but things had a funny way of working out. They’d both fallen into your lap by chance and you were wondering how you’d even considered going out with someone else. 

Mando was sitting on the edge of his bed, the Child snoozing quietly in his arms. Most of his beskar was scattered on the floor; he was only wearing the helmet and the shirt and pants that went underneath. That was usually a sign that he was relaxed, at ease for once in his damned life. 

He would argue otherwise but you knew he’d probably been there hours, not having the heart to move and wake him. Below the armour, he had a huge fucking heart (and it belonged to you, obviously).

‘Hey, can man.’ You quietly greeted him. You took a seat beside him, softly taking the Child from his arms. ‘How you doing?’

‘I’m tired. He wouldn’t settle all night.’ Din replied. ‘How was your date?’

‘It wasn’t a date.’ You lightly elbowed him. ‘I just...it was just drinks.’

You slowly stood up, placing the Child in his crib. You closed up the lid and turned back to face Mando; the room was dim bar one small lamp, the light of which bounced right off his helmet and into your eyes. You wanted to rip the damn thing off and just look at him - read his face, his expressions. Then you might have known what the fuck was going through that mind of his.

Sometimes you could read him like a book - but a book where every other page was missing. He had some tells; little actions and noises that you understand. Other times, he was completely off with you. He’d make love to you in the night and treat you like an old childhood friend the next day. 

‘Why does it even matter to you?’ You continued. ‘Why do you care so much that I went out with another guy?’

‘I told you. If you stayed here, on this planet-’

‘- you know I wouldn’t do that!’ You cut him off. ‘This planet is much less of a shithole than this damned ship but you know I would never leave you or the kid.’

‘I can’t be sure of that.’ He bluntly replied. 

‘You are so stupid, Din Djarin.’

The Mandalorian knew that shit was about to get real when you pulled out his real name. You usually called him Mando, or some variant of affectionate, armour-related nickname. The last time you’d used his real title was when he’d almost died, months ago. Other than that, it was reserved only for the most dire of situations. 

‘Why?’ He stood up. You took a step back when he did, momentarily forgetting that he was a six-foot-man in a suit of steel. 

‘You know why.’ You jabbed your finger into his chest. ‘And if you weren’t so scared to say it, I wouldn’t have even thought about looking at another man, much less let him take me out for a drink and kiss me and touch my leg the whole damn night.’

(Most of that hadn’t actually happened but it was simply for argument’s sake. Go big or go home, after all). 

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ 

‘Great. So you won’t mind that I’m meeting him again tomorrow.’

(Another lie). 

‘I’m fine with that.’ 

(Also a whopper). 

‘Maybe I will stay here.’ You said. ‘See where my relationship with him goes, because at least he has the balls to tell me how he’s feeling.’

(Stop with the damn lying). 

You turned on your heel, boots clattering to the floor as you marched towards the refresher. Before you could reach the ladder, Din had hit the switch on the only light in the room. Darkness suddenly overcame the hull, causing you to stop in your tracks. A moment later, there was a clunking sound, the sound of beskar echoing off the walls of the ship. 

His helmet hitting the floor. 

He suddenly grabbed you, pulling you towards him with such force that your chest hit his with a thump. You were going to complain, to tell him that you wanted to sleep, dammit -

- Then he kissed you.

 Din had kissed you multiple times before but not like this. It was hungry, bordering on desperate, as if to say you’re not fucking going anywhere. And you weren’t. You had no intention of ever straying from him or the Child or the ship but you needed him to be honest with you. 

And this? This felt pretty damn honest. 

‘I’m not good with words.’ He murmured against your lips. ‘I never have been with you.’

‘Just say it.’ You whispered. ‘I’m right there with you.’

‘You promise?’

‘I prom-’

‘- I love you.’ He cut you off before you could finish. ‘You’re everything to me.’

‘I love you too.’ You softly smiled, hands roaming around his shoulders in an attempt to work around the darkness. ‘There’s no-one else.’

I know.’ Din pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. ‘Except that little womprat.’

‘Our little womprat.’

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