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imtooscaredforthis · 9 months

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Entrapment

Chapter Twenty Five: Claimed

Mentions of : Heavy Dubcon/Noncon themes, NSFW Content, Fingering, Intercourse, Choking, Cutting, and Past Injury, etc.

A/N: Happy Holidays!! Danny is a nasty asshole 🫶🎁 Enjoy!!

Tags: @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya @moonshineinasippycup @vandeaad @the-fandoms-georgie

“And that’s it. Seems like we’re finally done for the day.” Jed said with a grin. You plastered on a smile in return. “Yeah.”

You haven’t been feeling well lately. Not since your last encounter with Ghostface. Now, you weren’t going to give up. You refused to. But things were starting to take a mental toll. You couldn’t be close with anyone. Not if you wanted them to live.

The guilt, fear, and disgust of knowing he was watching you..waiting to do such perverse things had your stomach churning. You felt like you were losing control of your life, like you were just a marionette, waiting for him to pull the strings. Sometimes, you wish he would quit toying with you and just get it over with already. But you were in for this long game and you wanted to win.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Jed asked, his voice soft and soothing, a look of concern on his face. You felt comfort in that, a small smile crossing your lips.

“Yeah, I just want to finish this paper. I mean, all of these murders have been awful, but this one is really gruesome.” And you also felt guilty. Maybe if you were paying more attention instead of fooling around, you could’ve been able to figure this out and stop him.

He moved a hand over your shoulder, caressing it gently. “I know, I’m sorry. Writing about this kinda thing

is difficult. It’s affected me a lot too. If it ever gets too much, just let me know, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, before switching off your monitor. You got to your feet, grabbing your jacket and slipping it on, preparing to walk out into the cool winter night.

Jed followed close behind, grabbing his coat too. He touched your shoulder again, turning you to face him. “Maybe I could help you relax and get your mind off of things..”

You felt yourself grow hot from his touch and the intense look in his eyes. Granted, it had been a while since the two of you had slept together, but you couldn’t..even if you wanted to.

The scar Ghostface left on your stomach was still there and noticeable. If Jed saw, you knew he would have questions. And the last thing you need is for him to get hurt too.

“Oh, I’m sorry..I’m just not in the mood right now. Maybe another time.” You put your hand over his, patting it softly. “Oh, okay. No worries. Want me to walk you to your car?”

“Sure.”

While you didn’t want to sleep with anyone tonight, Danny had other plans.

—

After a nice shower, you walked out to your bedroom, wanting to relax for the night. Things changed when you walked out to the living room area, finding Ghostface sitting on your couch, watching TV.

“Hey there, gorgeous.” He greeted, and you felt yourself instantly tense up. Of course he was here when you were in nothing but a towel, vulnerable and at his mercy. You should’ve known changing your locks wouldn’t do anything.

He grabbed the remote, turning it off and getting to his feet, and sauntering over to you. You stepped back, cautious, but not afraid. You shouldn’t show him fear. You couldn’t. That was just what he wanted.

“Oh relax, will you? I’m not going to hurt you. Not yet, anyway.” He reached a glove hand over, playing with a wet strand of hair. “Look at you, rejecting all of your little boyfriend’s advances and then prancing around your apartment in a skimpy little towel. Such a tease.”

“Last time I was a slut, and now I’m a tease? Which is it?” You hissed.

He tilted his head, and if you could see his face right now, he’d probably be wearing an entertained expression. “Mouthy today, are we? It doesn’t matter what you are…because you’re mine. Now, drop the towel.”

“What?” You were shocked by his words, processing what he just said. But he was far too impatient.

He pulled out his knife, raising it to your throat, his voice turning murderous and stern. “I said drop the towel, or else I hurt you, Nate, and your little boyfriend.”

You knew that you had no other choice, your lip wobbled slightly in fear and humiliation as you dropped the towel to the floor, revealing your bare figure to him.

“Good girl.” He purred, before turning you around and walking you back to your bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind you. He caressed your ass as you walked in front of him, making you bite back a whimper and a shiver going down your spine.

He sat on the bed, slipping his boots off, and gesturing for you to sit on his lap. You did so, feeling his hardness pressing against your lower back. There was something about his clothed body pressed against your bare one that made you feel powerless and embarrassed.

“Such a soft, pretty little thing. Like a doll.” He held a knife to your throat with one hand, while the other caressed your thighs, and then your stomach, rubbing a finger over your scar, before he groped your breasts.

You quivered slightly in his hold, causing him to hiss in annoyance and nick your side with his knife, drawing blood. “Don’t move.”

You stilled in his hold, and he moved his legs between your legs, spreading them wide open. You let out a noise of displeasure, which he ignored, resting his masked chin over the crook of your neck, gazing down at your cunt.

“What a pretty pussy. And it’s nice and soaked for me too..Seems like you like this.” He reached a gloved hand down, and spread your lower lips, eyeing it even more, as you felt him hold a breath against you. He ran his fingers up and down your folds, before he started to rub at your clit.

You arched in his hold, immediately sensitive and biting back a moan. He tsked, reaching down and cutting your left thigh, punishing you again. “Don’t hide back those moans, doll. I want everyone to hear what a slut you are for me.”

He played with your clit faster, rubbing at it with two fingers, and you groaned in response. The next thing you knew, he was shoving those same two fingers into your pussy, curling them and finding just the right spot on the first try.

“Oh fuck-” You gasped, your eyes fluttering. You reached around to grab something to hold onto, and took purchase in your sheets. He continued to hit that spot over and over again, rubbing his palm against your clit. Growing more needy, you found yourself grinding against his hand.

“There you go..good girl..that’s it.” He watched as you reached your peak, moaning and tensing up as he worked you through it, before your body melted against his, becoming completely boneless.

He pulled his fingers out and moved them under his mask, sucking on them. You couldn’t help but watch as he did so, feeling your clit jolt slightly in arousal and sensitivity.

“Turn around and get on all fours.” You did as told, hating how obedient you’ve become, hating what he’s turned you into. You heard the clinking of his belt becoming undone, and the next thing you knew, the head of his cock was grinding against your folds, before pushing inside.

You winced at the stretch but quickly became accustomed to it, listening to his grunts, and slight groans. “Oh fuck, squeezing me so tight.”

He starts with slow thrusts, before he moves faster. You grabbed white white knuckles, unable to help the moans falling from your lips. “How does it feel to be fucking a serial killer, baby? You like it? Knowing that someone who’s killed nnocent people is fucking this pussy?”

Apparently, your body did, because your cunt clenched around him, making him groan in approval. “Yeah, I knew you would..See? I told you we’d have fun together.”

“F-fuck you- oh god.” You moaned as he pounded into you, unable to try to protest or be angry, not when he was this deep inside, not when he moved a hand down to rub at your clit. “Ghostface- oh shit-”

You reached your peak, milking his cock and he groaned, giving your ass a smack, watching as it pounced with every roll of his hips. He followed suit, cumming deep inside of you and filling you up.

Panting softly, you let your body go limp once again, thinking it was finally done. He grabbed you by the hair, pulling your head back and having your back rest against his chest.

“Oh, you really thought it was over? Just like that? I’m not done yet.” He growled into your ear, as he pushed himself inside, making you moan, your legs shaking.

“I- I can’t.” You whimpered. “Oh, but you have to. I get to use this sweet cunt as much as I want, or else everyone you love and care about will die.”

He fucked you even harder this time, and didn’t bother to go slow. His dropped the knife on the sheets, wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing. As he went faster, he squeezed your throat harder, limiting the amount of air, and making you see stars.

“Look at this, cute little journalist girl all fucked out on my cock. What happened to the strong independent woman we saw before? All ambitious, daring and smart. But now you’re just a fucked out slut. This is perfect. I need to get a picture.” The next thing you knew, he was slowing slightly, and forcing your head to face his camera, his hand still around your throat. “Say cheese.”

Then there was a bright flash, and you heard the camera fall to the floor as he went hard again, rubbing at your throat. “You belong to me. Understand? I own you. This body, mind, and this sweet little pussy all belongs to me. Not Jed or anyone else, just me. Now say it.”

“I- I belong to you.” Your voice was hoarse from moaning and being choked. He slapped your clit, making you jolt. “Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you, Ghostface.” He rubbed at your clit with four fingers, pushing you over the edge and making you cum all over his cock, making a mess on him and your sheets.

“Yeah, that’s it. Good girl, good fucking girl. My good girl.” He kept going until he reached his peak, pulling out and finally finishing.

Exhausted and done, you felt him lay you back on the sheets. There was another flash, and then a slight searing pain on your side as you felt a blade carve something into you. You were too tired to care.

Then, you felt him stroke your hair softly and whisper in your ear. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You and I will have a lot more fun from now on.”

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concreteburialplot · 1 year

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Intertwined // 02

02 - No Judging*

pairing; noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo

warnings; cigs, college? lol, fratboy folio, short time skips, one bed? technically?, mutual masturbation, panic attacks, 18+ MDNI

masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3

word count: 3.5k

a/n: don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

future chapters w smut will have a * by the title

NICHOLAS

It’s the morning after Noah’s night terror and we’re scrambling to get to our first day on time. I swing through the kitchen grabbing a banana for breakfast. Noah digs through the pantry and eventually stumbles across a granola bar that I’m not quite sure is still good.

“Hurry, we can’t be late for orientation.” I warn while snatching my car keys from the counter.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Noah calls, this time from deep inside the freezer trying to find another snack. He jogs back with two uncrustables, one for him and one for me. Grape for him, strawberry for me.

We hurriedly pile into my beat-up Corolla and hit the road towards our college campus. Thankfully we live close enough to campus that we don’t have to pay for dorms.

Silence fills the car, it’s the first time during this hectic morning that we’ve been able to talk.

Noah pulls a box of Newport Menthols, flipping the top open and sliding a cigarette out of the box. He keeps the smoke steady between pursed lips while he lights the end, it sizzles a cherry red, followed by thick smoke immediately filling my car.

“Hey! What did I tell you about smoking in my car.” I grumble leaning across his lap to swivel the window by the crank handle while keeping a hand on the wheel.

“Gosh Nick, if you wanted to get in my pants so bad you could’ve just asked.” He jokes with a goofy smirk.

I roll my eyes. It’s far too early for nonsense. “Shut up.”

He grows quiet and take a long drag of the cigarette and blows smoke out the window opening. “Sorry. I know I kept you up.” He says quietly and plays with his seatbelt, keeping his eyes low.

I tug at my lip pondering what exactly I should respond with. Anxiously I tap my fingers along the steering wheel. “Was that the first time that’s happened?” I ask, glancing over at him.

He exhales out the opening again and taps the cigarette on the window to knock off the ash. “No.” he says meekly after a bit of silence. In his lap, he’s picking at his cuticles and intently watches the assault on his hangnails. “Sometimes they’re worse.”

“Worse?” I raise a brow over at him, “How could they possibly be worse?”

He sighs. “I don’t know. Sometimes I sleepwalk during the terrors, sometimes I don’t.”

“You’ve slept over my house like a million times and that’s never happened before?”

“I mean I can’t control it. It just happens.” He shrugs and takes one last puff before disposing the cig then rolling up the window. “They happen a lot when I’m stressed.” His fingers return to their plight on his cuticles. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what? You don’t have to be sorry.”

“I know but… I should’ve told you before you let me move in.” He sighs deeply and slumps in his seat. “I’m sure you – or your family – don’t want me just screaming in the middle of the night.”

I turn on the street of our campus. “Noah, I don’t know why you think our love is conditional.” Though I do know why he thinks that. “My mom loves you, you know that.” I pull into the first parking spot I see, under a large tree for the shade. “Plus, you know she’s been trying to get you to move in with us since forever.”

A tiny tight-lipped smile forms on his lips. “Yeah, I know.”

I glance at the clock and a jolt of panic shoots through me, “Shit, we’re gonna be late.”

“Ah finally!” Nick exclaims once we make it into the hall that orientation is being held in. The instructional flyer folded in his hand is soon smacked against Noah’s head. “What took you guys so long?”

“Doesn’t matter, we’re here now and nothing is even happening yet.” I snap, stealing the flyer and smacking him back in the same way.

“Jeez okay.” He dramatically rubs his forehead over his backwards hat.

“Shouldn’t you be with your ‘frat bros’ over there Folio?” Noah asks, pointing to the large group of boys in polo shirts and baseball caps behind him.

Nick rolls his eyes, “Can you leave me alone?”

“What’s your name again? Kappa Apple Pie?” Noah teases with a chuckle.

“Oh my god shut up. No, it’s not that.” He says defensively.

“You don’t remember what it is do you?” I smack his shoulder laughing.

“…Listen, I’m NEW.” A slight red tint coats his cheeks from embarrassment.

I lean on Noah’s shoulder and we’re both nearly in tears from how hard we’re laughing.

He crosses his arms and turns away from us, “You guys are so annoying.”

“I can’t believe we had to sit through that bullshit for a whole hour at 7 am.” Noah kicks the dirt in front of him as we walk to our first class, English.

“Yeah, it was lame.” I say mindlessly, playing with the strap on my backpack.

Noah looks over at me concerned, “You okay?”

“Huh?” I snap out of my daze and shake my head. “Yeah, yeah. Just tired.”

Truth was, I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. There was a tiny guilty part of me that almost wanted for it to happen again. Why would I want my friend to have a horrible dream like that again?

Maybe I just liked the extra warmth he brought to my usually cold and empty bed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back on the floor tonight and you won’t have to worry about my tossing and turning.”

“Oh no, no.” I’m quick to respond, “No, it’s okay. I think it would be better for you to just sleep in my bed. Ya know, in case it happens again?”

He furrows his brows at me and for a moment I get an odd pit in my stomach that feels like I’ve been caught in a lie. “Are you sure? Because you’ve never been a fan of sharing beds before?” He seems to remember something causing him to bust out laughing. “Remember that time I kicked you out of your bed in my sleep when we were like in 6th grade?” He nudges my shoulder, still laughing hard enough to shake his entire body. “You’ve made me sleep on the cold, hard floor ever since then.” He said with a playful pout.

“I didn’t ‘make you sleep on the floor’,” I roll my eyes. “You broke every single blow-up bed we got you.”

He giggles, “I know I’m just playin’.”

I sigh, “But yeah. If you wanna keep sleeping in my bed that’s fine.”

“Cool.” He says with a smile. “It sure beats the cold, hard floor.” He teases dramatically.

“Shut up.”

“Guys!” Calls a voice from behind us and both of us turn to look at the source.

Nick catches up to us with a taller, bearded man following close behind him. Both of them are wearing similar hats with the same frat sigils on them.

“Hey Folio.” Noah and I say almost in unison.

“Hi guys, so, this is Bryan. He’s the sophomore that’s supposed to be mentoring me.” He introduces the mystery man with showcase-y hands that would put Vanna White to shame.

He waves a small awkward wave, “’Sup.”

“Our frat is throwing a party at the end of the month to kick off the new school year. Bryan said I’m allowed to invite whoever I want. Right Bryan?” Folio grins wide, evidently excited.

Bryan looks exhausted, like a mother who’s been with their toddler all day. “Yes. I did say that.”

“Well, that’s really nice Nick but you know we’re not really party peo–”

Noah cuts me off, “I’m down.” He says quicker than I can even stop him.

I snap my head at him confused. “You are?” I knit my brows at him and hope my eyes communicate my confusion.

“Yes.” He says through the teeth of his forced smile. “Yes Nicholas, and you’re coming with me.”

“What? I never agreed–”

“Great!” Exclaims Folio, looking extremely eager next to Bryan who looks like he’s in desperate need for a quad shot of espresso.

We were barely invited to parties to begin with but whenever we were, we’d always just stay home and play games. Which I was fine with. I’ve always fine with just staying in with either just one or both of them. Since Nick was on the football team, he sometimes went to their parties, but Noah and I never did. We would literally sit and talk about how parties are stupid and overrated and overwhelming.

Nick wanting to go to his frat party made sense, but Noah? I wasn’t expecting that at all.

Bryan and Folio went separate ways for their classes while Noah and I kept walking to English.

It was quiet between us for a bit, probably since Noah knew how I felt about his choice. I finally broke the silence. “Why the fuck would you say yes to a frat party?”

Noah sighs, “C’mon Nicholas. We’re in college now! We should be doing college things!”

“What happened to saying parties are overrated and scary?”

Noah stops walking and I quickly follow suit. “I don’t want to be lame anymore Nick.” He says like it’s the most serious thing in the world. “I want to make friends and do college things and get drunk and meet girls!”

For some reason his words sting in a way I’ve never felt before and it bubbles an unexplainable anger in my chest. “Fine. But I’m not going.” I begin walking towards class again, this time with heavier, faster footsteps.

“What!” Noah calls after me, though I’m confused as to why he’s so shocked. “Nicholas! Wait!”

I let out an exacerbated sigh and stop, letting my head fall back so I just stare at the fucking sky rather than him. “What.”

“Please, c’mon” He whines and takes my wrist into his hands. There’s an odd, tiny buzz that tingles where his fingers meet my skin but I don’t think much of it. It must just be static electricity or something. “I can’t go to my first college party ever without my best friend.” He tugs playfully at my arm. “Please?”

When my eyes finally land on him, he’s looking at me with a pout and puppy dog eyes that I never seem to be able to say no to. “Fine. One party. That’s it.”

A huge grin spreads across his face and thanks me by pulling me into a big hug. “Thank you!” He pulls away still holding my wrist. “It’ll be fun! You won’t regret it. I promise!”

Something tells me I will most definitely regret it.

Noah had slept in my bed for the past couple weeks and it was the closest we’ve ever really been physically. It got old really quick with the way he kicked in his sleep and how his boney knees would somehow always end up in my back. But as the fall weather began to roll in and the colder the nights got, I grew to be grateful for his warmth.

I didn’t think much of it until one morning I felt something poking at my back. I let out a sleepy groan and rub the sleep from my eye, readjusting slightly until I realize what is jabbing at me. As I turn onto my back, Noah wakes up slowly, but his eyes shoot open when he feels his erection poking at my hip. He immediately moves his hips back and brings more duvet to cover himself further. “Shit, I’m sorry.” His cheeks flush.

I eye him and am soon confused as how my body is reacting. I’m hard at the thought of him being hard next to me. Or maybe I was already hard when I woke up, that definitely must be it.

I clear my throat, “It’s fine. It happens.”

He nods without another word and looks everywhere else but me.

“What do you… normally do when you wake up like that?” I don’t know why I asked, I know the answer.

“I… you know.” He says quietly.

“Do you um… want to do that right now?” I want to hit myself.

Why would I fucking say that?

“Well…yeah. But I can’t exactly do…that.”

“Why not?” I blurt out and feel immediate regret. I don’t know what’s driving my words but it’s definitely not my brain.

He looks caught off guard, which makes fucking sense because why the fuck would I say that. “I mean… you’re here.”

I press my lips together before speaking again. “I won’t judge. I…want to, too. So, if we both do it then… we can’t really judge each other, right?”

His eyes scan my face, maybe to see if I’m joking. “Right. Uh, sure. No judging.” He nods, “So I guess, um, I guess I’ll just start then.”

He hesitantly spits into his palm then slithers his thin lanky arm down beneath the covers and into his PJs, he hisses, probably from his cold of his hand.

My heart is beating so hard in my chest I think it might rip through my ribcage. When his hand starts moving it occurs to me that I agreed to this too and nerves fill my body. What was I thinking, why would I do this. We’re both virgins except for an awkward blowjob I got junior year, so I’ve never done anything like this with anyone nonetheless a boy, my best friend … who’s a boy. But my body doesn’t seem to care since I think I’m the hardest I’ve ever been. He’s still facing me, but I feel weird about it, so I lay flat on my back facing the ceiling, which he promptly copies. I spit into my own hand, trail my arm down and dip into my own loose PJ shorts.

“Fuck.” Noah breathes out inadvertently and immediately blushes bright strawberry pink. Something about it only makes my cock pulse more in my hand, I want to hear him say it again.

It’s pure bliss once my hand rolls around my member, then up and down trying to match Noah’s speed. He’s ahead of me and by the sounds of it coming close to his end. I try my best to keep my eyes on the ceiling while I palm myself, but my eyes keep glancing over at him. I feel him doing the same. Even though I can’t actually see anything, just seeing the duvet rise and fall along with his noises are enough to make precum leak from my tip. The faster he goes, the less control he has over his grunts and moans. They’re high pitched and whiney, not really what I’d expect them to be since his voice his so low.

There’s a short fleeting thought about what it would be like to have his hand do this to me instead. But the idea of it pushes me even closer to my climax. Though I’m almost scared to cum next to him, I’m not sure why, embarrassment maybe? That doesn’t last very long since I feel a familiar knot form in the pit of my stomach. My cock is throbbing and feels so fucking good in my tight grip. I bite down on my lip trying to last longer than Noah.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He says urgently. His movements are desperate and sloppy and he’s practically bucking his hips up into his hand. “Fuck fuck fuck.” He whines before going completely rigid and letting out a string of whimpers.

His noises send me over the edge, “Fuck.” I groan lowly, pumping myself even faster, chasing my own high. It feels like my body is vibrating from the buzzing that spreads across my skin. It hits me harder that any orgasm I’ve ever had, euphoric pleasure washes over my entire body as I spill into my shorts.

Our chests are rising and falling quickly, and the heavy breathing is the only noise filling the room. I’m on a fluffy cloud of bliss until I’m ripped down with the reality of what we just did. My eyes grow wide, my heart starts pounding in my ears, I don’t dare look over at him.

“I, um,” My brain is too dizzy to even form a coherent thought. “I’m gonna…clean up and uh, shower in the other bathroom.”

I jump out of bed, flinging the duvet behind me, probably hitting Noah in the face but I don’t care. The walls feel like they are being vacuum sealed around me and getting out of the room is the only thing that will save me.

I need to get out

“Um.” His voice wavers, giving away just how equally jarred he is of what we just did. “Yeah, yeah. Sounds good. I’ll go shower in our bathroom.”

I’m already halfway out the door with a fresh outfit and a towel in my arms by the time he finishes his statement. “Okay. Cool.” I say quickly and shut the door behind me. I press my back against the door, letting my head fall back.

What the fuck was that?

It’s less suffocating in the hallway but I still can’t take a full inhale of air. It’s as though I’m being strangled by a ghost.

I quickly recognize that it’s a panic attack that’s creeping up my spine.

Normally when I have panic attacks, I go to Noah, or I use my inhaler. But both are in my room right now.

How am I supposed to go back into my room and ask Noah for help after what we just did… that.

“It’s okay.” I reassure myself breathlessly, unable to move my body. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to focus on my breathing enough just to walk. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Abruptly, the door behind me is pulled open and I stumble back so hard I think I might land on the ground.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t know you were still there.” He begins with a slight awkwardness in his tone. His eyebrows furrow at me when he notices my jagged breathing. “You okay?”

The moment my shaky eyes meet his, he knows.

I don’t know how he knows, but he does.

He always knows.

His demeanor is immediately urgent.

“Okay, just… here.” He holds my biceps in his hands, gently tugging down on them. “Sit down. It’s always better when you sit. I’ll be right back.”

I nod while air is still struggling to make it into my lungs. I follow his suggestion and slide down the frame of my door onto the beige carpeted floor and lean my head back against the frame. The room is spinning around me and my chest aches so much like there’s a cinderblock resting on it. Sweat builds up above my brows and everything feels both freezing and scorching at the same time.

Noah returns with my inhaler and a folded up wet towel. He places the cold towel on my forehead because he knows cold will help shock my system and help ground me. I feel almost guilty from how well he knows how to handle this song and dance with me.

“Here, c’mon.” He holds the inhaler just in front of my mouth and I hesitantly wrap my lips around the plastic.

“Okay, breathe in.” He instructs gently. I slowly inhale and he presses the metal down for me, releasing the medicine. “Good.”

He sits back on his legs, and I let my head fall back against the wall. My eyes close while I let my lungs regulate themselves and try to focus on the cold on my forehead.

I’m suddenly incredibly embarrassed at all of this. I just jacked off with my best friend, then had a panic attack because I jacked off with my best friend, and now he’s helping me calm down from said panic attack.

When I finally crack my eyes open, he’s watching me with concern on his face. His eyes are placid, and the edges of his lips are turned down. “Are you okay?” He asks softly. “Do you feel better?”

I clear my throat and pull my body to be more upright against the frame. “Yeah, yeah. Thank you.” I look up at him briefly then down again. I can’t bear to look at him right now.

It occurs to me that he might think this was because of what we did.

Which, it was.

But he doesn’t need to know that.

“I just have this history test today.” I blurt out. “I’m just really stressed about it.”

He just blinks at me.

“Okay.” He replies simply.

He plays with his hands anxiously for a short bit. “It doesn’t matter.” He says quickly.

“What?”

“It doesn’t matter why you’re having a panic attack.” His fingers subconsciously pick at his cuticles. “Or where. Or when. Or how.” His eyes fall to his hands. “I’m here anyways. Always.”

I stay silent because I don’t quite know what to say but he looks back to me sternly.

My stomach flips inside out when he holds out a pinky to me. “Okay?”

I meet his dark brown eyes and they’re full of something I can’t place. But it fills my chest with an overwhelming feeling of safety and stillness. It’s the same sort of safe and sound you only feel when you land in your own bed after a long day. Which confuses me. I’ve never felt that with a person. I’m not sure I even knew that was possible.

I timidly bring my pinky up and hook onto his.

A small smile forms on his lips, “Always.”

I squeeze his pinky, “Always.”

Next Chapter -> 03 - when the party's over

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my house of stone, your ivy grows - yoongi x reader

chapter fifteen table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.

tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline

taglist: @allamericanuniverse @llallaaa, @frieschan

The villa was extravagant under the dark, early morning sky. It was a very modern design- sleek with plenty of windows overlooking the sea. The outdoor lights made it seem like a mansion surrounded by trees and nature. It looked absolutely marvelous.

Looking into the backseat, Yoongi saw Kiwo laid out across the various packed bags and blankets fast asleep. It had been a long drive, nearly 4 hours, and thankfully Kiwo slept through most of it. They all had to stop multiple times throughout the trip because Jimin had to pee or Taehyung wanted snacks. In order to keep up with each other, every car in the caravan had to stop. Yoongi easily could’ve shaved an hour and a half off the drive time if he was allowed to just make a break for it.

The sound of the driver’s door slamming shut rose Kiwo out of her sleep. She let out a slight moan before sitting back in her seat. Yoongi eventually opened her door and picked her up bridal style, carrying her into the house.

The inside looked more homey and cozy than the outside. The first floor had an open living room and kitchen, with two bedrooms and a bathroom. Upstairs was two more bedrooms and a bathroom, alongside a small library and a game room. Yoongi took a random bedroom that the others hadn’t picked yet- a pretty, light blue bedroom with a lovely view of the ocean. He quickly laid Kiwo down in the bed, covering her up and tucking her in as she cuddled into the softness of the pillows.

“Jeez, Jin hyung! This place is awesome!” Jungkook exclaimed, his voice from the game room echoing down the stairs. Multiple shushes were then heard.

“Kookie, the baby’s sleeping!” Hoseok said jokingly, referring to Kiwo passed out in the bed.

Jimin frowned upon realizing Hoseok didn’t mean him. He was the baby, not Kiwo. Kiwo was just an idiot.

Once everyone settled in for the night, Yoongi heard a faint knock on the door before it cracked open. He squinted in the darkness trying to make out who it was.

“Hyungie?” Ah, it was Jimin. “Are you sleeping?”

”Yes,” Yoongi said, getting up out of bed to go talk to Jimin. He didn’t want to wake up Kiwo, and also hoped in the time the conversation took that she would at least give him some room on the bed.

The two stood in front of the bedroom door, Yoongi carefully closing it behind him. He could tell Jimin was nervous- the young man had his head down and was fiddling with his fingers. From the faint light in the hallway, Yoongi could slightly make out a very thoughtful expression on Jimin’s face.

“Do you- do- ah,” Jimin chuckled and cleared his throat. “I was just… I was wondering where you got Kiwo’s pacifiers.”

Yoongi blinked, not exactly understanding what Jimin wanted.

“The store.”

”No, like-” Jimin threw his hands up slightly. “That type. I want one.”

Jimin had used pacifiers in the past. Typically they were the plastic ones with cute dinosaurs or rainbows on them designed for babies. Kiwo’s, on the other hand, had a softer silicone shield and were plain solid colors. They were very subtle, and Kiwo quite enjoyed them.

“I have a green one that Kiwo never uses, would that help? We can’t exactly go to the store right now.” Yoongi suggested. Jimin hesitated before nodding his head yes.

Kiwo woke up early in the morning, waking Yoongi up soon after. He rolled over and hugged Kiwo, mumbling something about going back to sleep in his half asleep haze. Squirming out of his grip, Kiwo sat up and reached for Yoongi’s phone on the table. She looked back at Yoongi, waiting for him to say something about her being naughty, but he remained lifeless in the bed.

“I’ll call the cops.”

”Go ‘head, hun.”

Kiwo just stared blankly at Yoongi- she wasn’t exactly sure what to do now that her threat didn’t work.

“I want juice,” she complained. While she was thirsty, Kiwo mostly didn’t want to be awake and alone in the strange room.

Yoongi groaned before rolling over.

“You’re a big girl, you can get it yourself.”

”But I’m not. I’m a baby.” She began to yank the covers off of Yoongi. Yoongi, in return, wrapped his arms around her again and held her close to him.

“And right now babies sleep. It’s too early for baby time.” Closing her eyes, Kiwo let out a sigh.

She stared up at Yoongi’s peaceful face. How smooth and soft his face was, the way his eyelashes fluttered ever so often…

He still looked intimidating even in his most relaxed state.

Kiwo stared at his lips. They were pouted slightly, with small breaths escaping through his lips. They looked so soft and plump.

She could just kiss them right now.

Bringing her face closer to his, Kiwo could feel his soft breaths on her own lips. She continued to study his face before closing her eyes and-

“YOONGI HYUNG! IT’S TIME TO WAKE UP!” Taehyung burst through the door, playing some pop song on his phone as he danced at the foot of the bed. The covers were soon pulled off of them, leaving them cold from the chill of the fall air.

“I’m going to kill him,” Yoongi mumbled. He reluctantly rolled out of bed before pushing Taehyung back out the door. The music could still be heard from the other side of the door.

A rose-tinted blush bloomed across Kiwo’s face as it dawned on her what she almost done- and what she was almost caught doing. She could only stare at Yoongi from across the room, mouth agape and eyes wide.

Yoongi stared at her with a soft smile. He slowly approached the bed before sitting down. He had a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“Wanna continue what you were trying to do?” Yoongi asked with a shit eating grin. Eyes growing larger and blush darkening, Kiwo threw a pillow at Yoongi’s face before rushing out of the room.

The sounds of thuds broke Kiwo out of her trance. She spent the past 10 minutes taking each piece of cereal out of her bowl and sorting them on the table by color. She then made them into individual stacks based on their size. Yoongi just stared on from the other side of the table, making a mental note to not give Kiwo dry cereal next time.

Kiwo turned around in her chair to see Hoseok and Jimin coming down the stairs. Jimin didn’t have the happiest look on his face and had his arms crossed. The thuds had to have been from him stomping down the stairs, Kiwo thought. She was about to return to her cereal when she noticed something green on Jimin’s face. Doing a double take, Kiwo could now see that Jimin had a pacifier in his mouth.

Her pacifier, to be exact.

It was sage green, one of Kiwo’s favorite colors. She never used it; she was saving it so it would match her outfit. The pink, blue, and white ones were used much more often as those were the colors Yoongi usually dressed her in.

Still, it hurt to see him using something of hers. What made it worse in her mind was that it was Jimin. He did nothing for him to deserve something of Kiwo’s. She casted a glare in Yoongi’s direction.

“Taehyung wake you guys up, too?” Hoseok asked.

“I did no such thing!” Taehyung shouted from the couch. He did, in fact, try to wake everyone up that morning.

Ignoring the conversation at hand, all Kiwo could focus on was Jimin and that stupid pacifier. She glared daggers at him, trying to explode him with her mind. Jimin must have caught on to what Kiwo was thinking, as he gave a smug smirk behind the pacifier shield.

Bastard knew what he was doing, Kiwo thought.

“Eat.” Yoongi interrupted Kiwo’s internal thoughts by grabbing her chin. He pointed to the stacks and piles of cereal in front of her before stealing one piece himself to eat. Kiwo gave one last look towards Jimin, who only snickered before walking towards the stairs again.

The morning passed slowly, with everyone occasionally coming into the common areas to socialize before heading back to their respective bedrooms to relax. Everyone really just considered this time their vacation and time to catch up on sleep.

Or, at least, almost everyone.

Jungkook finally left his bedroom only to walk out in a suit. Everyone stared at the young man confused, thinking they were all in agreement that this was a vacation. While the rest of them were in comfy pajamas, Jungkook was dressed to the nines.

“What? You people act like we don’t have jobs.” Jungkook took a seat next to Hoseok on the couch.

“Because we’re on vacation,” Seokjin said, “And you are too.”

”Not this week. As much as I’d love to relax, we’ve got a huge shipment coming in today that I should help with.”

”I should, too. But I’m not.” Taehyung tagged on. Currently he was spread across the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Everyone was beyond trying to figure out what went on in his head at this point.

“And I have classes, so I can’t stay here forever.”

“Since when do you go to your classes?” Hoseok teased, giggling while lightly hitting Jungkook in the arm.

“I wanna go to school,” Kiwo said sadly, staring down at her feet. Next to her, Yoongi could only roll his eyes.

As Jungkook left the house, Kiwo could only focus on what of her old life she missed. Everything was looking up until she met Jungkook and Yoongi. Now, she was locked up with nothing to really do besides be with Yoongi.

It was a love-hate life she currently had. On one hand, she loved the attention she was getting. Kiwo never really got much attention from her family, friends, or romantically. It was a nice change of pace, being wanted and all. Everyone was nice to her, or almost everyone. No one felt like they were being fake- all the guys seemed to genuinely like her.

Meanwhile, everything changed, and Kiwo hates change. She was taken against her will to be here. Kiwo was becoming more social while in college and independent, two things that she was proud of. Now, she was shut in and forced to depend on Yoongi. Not to mention that she was in a foreign country and surrounded by a language she didn’t know.

“Kiwo!” Hoseok said, waving his hand in front of Kiwo’s face. Blinking, Kiwo came back to reality after being lost in thought for too long. She looked over at Hoseok wide-eyes to see what he wanted.

“Do you want to color with Jimin and Taehyung?”

Kiwo looked down at Jimin and Taehyung spread out on the floor, multiple crayons and coloring books surrounding them. Really, she didn’t want to do anything that involved Jimin. She just observed the mess before her until Taehyung pulled out a coloring book for her.

Hello Kitty. Her weakness.

The three colored while the others went about with the rest of the unpacking. It was a lot of in and out of the house while occasionally making sure no one killed each other with a crayon.

Kiwo reached over to grab a purple crayon by Jimin so she could finish her flower. It was a pretty lily that Kiwo was coloring as a mix of pink and purple. She could barely mark up the paper before it was roughly ripped out of her hand by Jimin. Furrowing her eyebrows, she looked in Jimin’s direction to see him coloring away with her crayon.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back!” Taehyung said, getting up off the floor and leaving Kiwo and Jimin to their crayon affair.

“I was using that.” Kiwo said, pointing to the crayon in Jimin’s hand.

“I had it first before you took it.” Jimin stuck his tongue out at Kiwo, causing Kiwo to let out a huff of annoyance.

“It was on the floor!”

”Kiwo! Do not raise your voice.” Yoongi said as he re-entered the living room. Eyes wide, Kiwo could not understand why she was being yelled at for Jimin being mean.

Kiwo snarled and reached over to grab the crayon from Jimin’s hand. Jimin only held on tighter before pushing Kiwo away.

“Yoongi hyung! Kiwo’s trying to take my crayon!”

”He took it from me first!”

Yoongi looked over at the sight of Kiwo pulling at the crayon in Jimin’s hand while Jimin tried pushing her away. He could only sigh as he approached to try and fix the situation.

Just then, the crayon snapped in half. Jimin looked in disbelief while Kiwo was just happy to have some of the purple crayon in her own hand to finish the flower.

Only to realize she had the butt end. She couldn’t possibly color with that. Angry, she chucked the crayon at Jimin’s stupid face with a huff. Kiwo crossed her arms in annoyance.

With impeccable aim, the crayon managed to hit Jimin right in his eye. The older bursted into tears while he held his watering eye in pain. Yoongi grabbed Kiwo by the underarms, lifting her up and off the floor. She flailed about in protest until she ended up over Yoongi’s shoulder. A swift swat was placed on her bottom, followed by another, and another until Kiwo lost count.

Yoongi carried her over to the staircase, placing her on the landing three steps from the bottom floor. She pouted as her butt touched the carpet. Kiwo couldn’t even focus on what Yoongi was saying as she looked across the room at Jimin, who was now being soothed by Taehyung and her sage green pacifier.

Bastard.

#bts fanfic #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #mafia au #bts little space #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #vminhope #namjin #my house of stone your ivy grows

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jeonqkooks · 1 year

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small snippet of obs? :) I hope you don’t feel rushed when I ask, do you know when the next chapter will be posted :) ?

fingers crossed for june but realistically maybe within the month of july 😂 i’m hopingggg i’ll properly get my shit together week and get a substantial chunk of it done!!

but anyways for now i hope u enjoy a snippooooo 🥰

For the first half of the drive, you were unconscious.

It’s a useless superpower that you have, the ability to fall asleep anywhere - literally anywhere, including in the passenger seat of your ex boyfriend’s car while he escorts you to his hometown.

You could’ve slept the whole drive, but around the second hour mark, you’d been startled awake when your body jostled forward, straining against your seatbelt. There was an arm trying to hold you back, despite the seatbelt having done its job well.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses before he turns toward you, worried. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, are you okay?”

You blink, still half asleep. “I’m okay,” you say. The minivan carrying a family of four that Jungkook almost rear-ended continues on its merry way. “What happened?”

He sighs, his outstretched arm retreating back to his side. “I got a bit distracted, that’s all.”

You take in your surroundings then. There’s barely any other cars in sight, no tacky billboard that sticks out like a sore thumb to catch your attention. There’s just the freeway, stretching on empty for all you can see.

“By what?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he says. “Go back to sleep. I’ll wake you when we get there.”

See, you have the superpower of falling asleep anywhere and everywhere, but once you’ve been woken up, it’s not as easy to fall back asleep.

That, and the fact that you’re hungry as shit.

You open your mouth, about to say no, about to offer to drive the rest of the way if Jungkook is tired, but your stomach doesn’t let you get a word out. It growls, filling the space of the car, making you want to chuck yourself out the fucking window and run all the way back to the city. This wouldn’t have happened had you taken the train, because if you had, there would’ve been food and no one would be subject to hearing your stomach sing like it’s chewing out a small puppy in there. Life is nothing but an endless pit of embarrassment and despair.

Your arms hold themselves tighter around your frame, practically squeezing into your abdomen as you will it to please, please, please be quiet. Jungkook stares at you, and you can tell by the teeny tiny quirk of his lips that he’s trying to bite back a smile. He’s relaxed, but there’s still something hesitant on his face. It takes him a minute before he finally throws the question out.

“Do you want to go to that guksu place that we used-” that we used to go to, “you know the place. The one that’s right off the freeway?”

You bite into your cheek. Don’t think, that’s what he had told you.

#this is a longer snippo than i’m used to :D #fic: our beloved summer #anon #answered

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jewwyfeesh · 1 year

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Tasty Travels - An Unexpected Journey 2

Writer: Mitsuki

Character(s): Suou Tsukasa, Tsukinaga Leo, Sena Izumi, Sakuma Ritsu, Narukami Arashi

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Izumi: Who knows, perhaps he wanted to be the designated driver for today, and decided to tie the original driver up somewhere?

Season: Summer Location: Scenic Slope

Leo: Wooo! It’s time to alight, everyone! We’ve arrived at the first stop~ Come and enjoy the refreshing scent of the sea breeze! I am an honest and genius tour guide — Tsukinaga Leo ☆!

Ritsu: Fuwaaaah… Tsukipi’s the same as ever~

Arashi: Oh wow, the weather is quite nice, and the air is very fresh~ Fortunately, I applied some sunscreen earlier on; sunburns simply aren’t worth it!

Ritsu: Nacchan’s so cunning~ But, to us vampires, enjoying the scenery during the daytime is still too much.

Leo: You’ve slept for quite a long time, Rittsu! Opportunities like these are so hard to come by, so come on! Come play with us! Mhm, the sea breeze is amazing!

Izumi: Well, I want to go back into the car… It would be nice to come to the seaside at night, but not when it’s currently soooooooo~ sunny! If this perfect face got suntanned, who’s gonna be held responsible?!

Arashi: I can help you apply some sunscreen ♪

Tsukasa: Seniors, please Stop! Cease with your buffoonery! Currently, our main concerns should be ‘where did the Jeep and driver from our original arrangements go’, and ‘what are the good deeds Leo-senpai mentioned earlier’!

Ritsu: Suu~chan’s still obsessing over this issue, I see~

Izumi: Even though I really don’t feel like talking on his behalf, this is just how Leo-kun is, so it’s no surprise he’d pull something like this. Have you not gotten used to it yet?

Who knows, perhaps he wanted to be the designated driver for today, and decided to tie the original driver up somewhere?

Tsukasa: No… I can say, with utmost confidence, that that is the one thing Leo-senpai would not do… so… Sena-senpai, please do not superimpose your own concepts and ideas onto other people’s actions!

Leo: Oh, oh! Y’all are discussing me, right? If you wanted to know so bad, you could’ve just asked me directly!

Tsukasa: Hh… Leo-senpai, do you have amnesia? Earlier on, when we boarded the car, I asked you these questions – to which, you asked if I didn’t get enough sleep!

Leo: Eh? Did that really happen? No wonder Suo~ looks like a pufferfish, one that’s been repeatedly taken out of the water and is now all fat and round and even got its spikes up!

Tsukasa: Leo-senpai…!

Leo: Wahaha! You got even rounder the second I brought it up! I’m complimenting you on your cuteness! But in any case, I’ll tell you right now!

This time, I set off a lil earlier so that everyone’s plans won’t be delayed, but I didn’t expect to arrive this early!

Staying still in one spot always makes me feel like my feet are gonna get glued to the ground, so I ended up walking around, looking for some musical inspiration!

I ended up bumping into one of the staff members standing in front of the car. He was sighing real heavily into the phone, so I asked him what happened!

T’was something along the lines of he was supposed to go to the next town over to distribute some promotional materials, but something urgent came up at home, and he couldn’t find anyone to take his place.

Ritsu: As a result, Tsukipi decided to act as their replacement and help distribute the flyers. Though, this doesn’t seem like something you’d usually do.

Leo: Rittsu, that’s rude!

But, right at that moment, Oba-chan walks out of the building. Even though he walked rather wobbily and looked like he hadn’t slept a wink in three days and three nights, he still managed to settle this issue in a jiffy! How cool!

Izumi: What next? Surely he didn’t call off the Jeep and the driver, and agreed for you to drive out to help distribute the promotional materials.

Leo: Waaa! As expected of Sena! Ding ding ding, you scored a bingo! Anyway, travelling is about drivin’ around all over the place! Putting in a li’l effort to help out here and there… who knows, maybe it’ll call forth more inspiration, and also make it more meaningful!

Arashi: Ehehe, that’s certainly an unexpected development. However, I do think Leo-kun’s got a point~ Think of it as a different kind of trip ♪

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#enstars translation #tasty travels #an unexpected journey #suou tsukasa #tsukinaga leo #sena izumi #sakuma ritsu #narukami arashi

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purplesurveys · 1 year

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1667

What happened last night? Worked like the corporate slave that I am until midnight. Also took a handful of soju shots while doing so so that I can at least have fun, lol.

Who is the last boy you hugged? He’s either on his way home or hanging out with Angela.

What was the last thing you thought? How I should refrain from messaging someone for something work-related right now because it’s not gonna make a difference anyway and because I don’t want to be a trouble for them at this hour.

What are you thinking about right now? Apart from that ^ my mind’s really just been all about Yoongi and his tour all day. I livestreamed the first show this morning and it was so SICK I can’t believe I’m seeing him too.

Would you have sex with the last person you sent a message to? No.

Would you consider yourself spoiled? When we were growing up I think I did get a bit more material stuff than my siblings but not to the point of calling myself spoiled. My parents would’ve been the first to kick the absolute piss out of my ass if I was starting to show characteristics of being spoiled, anyway. Asian things.

What was the last text you sent? It was a media person that I had a bit of a back and forth with cos we sent her a PR kit yesterday and she said she didn’t receive anything, so we were trying to track who could’ve possibly received it.

Do you break things when you are mad? No...anger passes, broken things don’t fix themselves. It’s never worth it.

Whose hoodie did you last wear besides your own? My sister’s.

Did something happen today that made you angry? I don’t think I was in a bad mood at work today actually! I was 100% on a Yoongi high lmao, I spent two hours in the morning not working but stuck to my phone livestreaming his concert and that really helped me be in good spirits.

What did you do today? Watched Yoongi’s concert, worked worked worked, ate, played with the dogs for a bit.

What did you do Friday night? Had my birthday - I hosted an intimate dinner with closest friends then we all watched Road To D-Day together when it premiered on Disney+. Reena slept over as well.

Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to? Yes.

Are you lying to yourself about something? Nope.

Is your bed comfortable? It’s fine but I can really invest in some quality pillows. Waking up with a strained neck is the norm for me now.

Does it take a lot to make you happy? Not at all. I smile at both the simplest and corniest things.

Your best friend says to you now, “lets go to a party and get trashed!”? I tell her she messaged just in time because my car is finally out of the coding timeslot LOL then ask where and also what’s her problem now (from the context that we usually pull each other out for a drink when we need to vent).

Who knows mainly all of your secrets? Whoever’s reading this and has been reading these.

Can you go a day without thinking about the person that’s on your mind now? Not thinking of anyone.

What were you doing at 1 in the morning? I was most probably either on Reddit or YouTube trying to get myself to fall asleep after working all evening.

If someone looked ON your bed, what would they find? Slightly disorganized pillows and an unfolded blanket.

Were you single over last summer? Yep.

Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? Maybe once or twice but it’s not my strongest feature. My eyelashes though on the other hand get pointed out pretty frequently since they’re naturally long.

Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? Nah. Definitely not.

How many different people of the opposite sex have you cried over? Just like, 3, and none of them in a romantic sense.

When you think of the rainbow, what pops in your head? Pride.

Is the person you last texted single? I have no idea.

Was last night terrible? Not terrible but I wish I got to enjoy my personal time, because I had worked on a couple of decks until midnight.

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Elfilin + Reader (plus = platonic)

It was a crisp morning in waddle dee town. Birds were singing, pop flowers were blooming, on days like these, sweethearts like Elfilin should be out making new friends.

Said ultimate life form was currently at the cafe, enjoying a scrumptious kirby burger. Then you showed up at that same cafe and sat down next to him.

Elfilin looked up and paled slightly, you were human like the captors of his original form! But he, the compassionate soul, always wanted to make peace with your kind.

He had already met Adeline, who was very kind and didn’t do any testing, and he loved the waddle dees, who (in the author’s headcanon) were transformed humans. But you weren’t a waddle dee, and you were an adult, unlike Adeline but like the scientists at lab discovera, so he got a little scared anyway. Making it a little worse was the closed-off, scary look you had that he knew was probably just your default face.

You were still eating your car-kirby cake and hadn’t really noticed him yet, but he wanted to talk to you - partly to soothe his own fears - so he asked how your cake was.

You looked up and the ominous expression you had vanished into something much more calm and smiley as you replied to him, “Oh it’s pretty good, thanks for asking.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. You then went back to your treat though, so later he’d tell Kirby about you because he would probably know who you were, being much more social than him - and considering your species was supposed to be extinct except for Adeline, everyone would have to know about you by now.

When he got home to Kirby’s house in waddle dee town, he quickly asked, “Do you know about the human who was just at the cafe earlier? I didn’t know anyone came to the town recently.”

“Oh, that must’ve been y/n! I found them asleep on the ground outside last night while I was looking for a place to go stargazing, then they woke up and got a little freaked out. We talked for a bit and they told me they were sleeping in bed just a second ago and didn’t know where they were. So I told them about this place. They seemed sad and scared about not knowing how to get home though, so I told them about the cafe, where they slept for the rest of the night. Don’t worry, I left a note explaining who they were to cafe waddle dee.” Kirby answered his question, excited for one of his friends to meet another one of his friends.

Knowing Kirby was trusting of you let Elfilin relax. (he doesn’t know about Marx and Magolor lol)

Kirby realized something. “Hey! I should go check on them! I’ve gotta make sure they’re okay after last night. Wanna come with?” He reached his nub to Elfilin, waiting for him to take it. Elfilin, the ever-compassionate soul, took the nub and in no time at all, they were off to the cafe.

You were staring through a window at the cafe, studying the landscape and noting how different it was from Earth. The shock of waking up in a new world still hadn’t left. Would it ever? Hopefully you could return soon… maybe the next time you fell asleep? You did arrive in your sleep after all.

You were starting to cry, thinking about the probable possibility you would never see your loved ones again. When you asked that pink puff, Kirby, he seemed sure that you’d find a way back quickly. He could’ve been white lying though! What if he was?! You sniffled and sobbed, still turned away from the rest of the cafe. You could hear the waddle dee in charge of this establishment say “Wanya…” sadly at your predicament.

Up at the counter where that dee was seated, Kirby and Elfilin arrived. Kirby asked them where you were, and they pointed to you, curled up near the window in the back. The pink hero and his teal sidekick gasped at how sad you looked and rushed over immediately. You turned to them slowly, bearing a tear-streaked, somewhat angry face. Not mad at them, of course.

“Hey, we’re worried about you.” Kirby said with a sad expression. “Wanna come to our house? We can play board games.” Elfilin continued, patting your back.

Later that day, all three of you were napping at Kirby’s house. You’d find a way home someday, you were sure of it! For now though, this was more than fine~

#elfilin #kirby series #kirby + reader #elfilin + reader #Kirby #fanfiction by me

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Things Unsaid

Sidney Prescott x Reader (Female) [Scream 2022]

Warnings: SPOILERS for the fifth Scream movie (2022), Injury, Blood, Death (mentioned), Swearing

Genre: Romance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: What if instead of Judy, Ghostface stabs a deputy that arrives there before her. Deputy L/N.

Requested by @daydreamsofbee Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request and I’m sorry it took me so long to write your fic - I was stalling to watch the movie because I had Dewey’s death spoiled for me 😭 - but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey Dewey! What can I do for you?“ This has become a regular thing between the long time friends.

Ever since Dewey’s retirement, Y/N has been his main source of police work news. Cases they’re working on, suspects they’re questioning, criminals that have been caught, etc. Dewey has been of great help to investigations as well, no that Y/N’s ever disclosed him as her secret helper but their dynamic works well.

“Hey there, Deputy. I need you to keep an eye on this new Nancy Drew in town. Billy Loomis’ daughter, Samantha Carpenter and her boyfriend....“

“Richie Kirsch.“ She finishes his sentence for him, “How do you know about them anyway?“

“They stopped by my place earlier. Ghostface strikes again and you don’t tell me? That’s real nice of you, Y/N.“ He mutters bitterly, earning himself an eye-roll from the woman.

“I didn’t want to freak you out! You’ve dealt with this shit enough already.“ She argues, pinching the bridge of her nose.

That’s really the truth, she didn’t want this reaching Dewey or Sidney or Gale. Of course, she couldn’t prevent the news reporter from catching wind of it but Dewey was a more difficult task.

“You’ve been dealing with it for just as long as I have!“ That’s true too.

Y/N has been on the target list since the days of Billy Loomis and Stu Macher and who’s to say she’s been taken off it now. She can never seem to catch a break: from Stu using her as bait by kindling a close friendship with her, to Mickey who she even dated at one point to Roman who she became friends with and even slept with a couple of times. She’s never been far from the killer, always mere minutes from receiving a blade through the back if the killer wanted that. She thanks her lucky stars for making it this far with a pulse.

“As a retired Sherriff, you’re allowed to catch a break from the chaos, Dewey. On the other hand, it’s my duty to help stop this asshole.“ She counters his point with her own before battling the pit in her stomach to finally bring herself to ask the question that’s looming in the cop car with her ever since she exchanged the first line of conversation with him. “Did you tell Sidney?“

“Yes.“ The answer causes her to squeeze her eyes shut. This is the one thing she was praying wouldn’t happen and yet.... “But don’t worry, she’s not coming back here....ever. She’s safe.“

Hearing that evokes a bittersweet feeling in the Deputy. On one hand she’s happy to hear that her friend is safe and won’t be getting sucked into the chaos anytime soon or, as Dewey said, ever. But on the other....that means she’ll never see Sidney again and that seriously stings. Makes her regret all the times she could’ve come clean about her feelings but ended up being too much of a coward instead.

“ Ok, that’s great....“ She’s found herself unable to find a proper reply but, just her luck, the police radio goes off, Sherriff Hicks asking for backup to her house immediately. “Gotta go, Dewey!” She says quickly, hanging up the call and stepping on the gas.

Checking the GPS, she sees that she’s only mere five minutes away from the location but with the way she’s speeding, she’ll make it there in three, probably the first to make it there entirely. Regardless, with the panic in Judy’s voice, Y/N can’t step on that gas enough. She can only guess Wes is the one in danger and for that this car cannot go fast enough. Y/N’s hand tightly grip the steering wheel, making intents in the leather.

If that fucker lays a finger on Wes....

The car comes to a halting stop by the curb in front of the Hicks home. Gun drawn, Deputy L/N jumps out of the car, carefully but quickly approaching the house.

Unfortunately, not carefully enough.

A blade has breached her skin and flesh right below the hem of her bulletproof vest before she’s even been able to register the masked figure standing in front of her.

“Y/N L/N.“ The grumbled voice says with an infuriating snark to the tone, “Must say, I’m a big fan.“

With that the knife is retracted from Y/N’s abdomen just for it to be stabbed into her three more times.

Y/N’s vision goes black, all her muscles screaming in unison at the pain as her body falls limp into the pool of blood forming beneath her on the pavement.

* * * * *

"Sidney." The name falls from Gale's lips in a mix of surprise and content, both caused by the sight of the woman standing in front of her in the hospital lobby.

She gets up from her seat, giving the newcomer a hug.

"I came as soon as I heard. I'm so sorry." Sidney replies, the hurt evident in her voice as she wraps her arms around Gale who can no longer hold back her sobs.

One would say she should have gotten used to seeing people drop like flies but that could not be more false. Sidney knows that best.

"You shouldn't be here." The older woman says as the two pull away, looking into each other's eyes, seeing their hurt looking right back at them.

"You shouldn't either." Sidney replies, earning her a small sigh from Gale.

"I know, and I don't plan on sticking around. God knows I'd be on the first flight home after the...funeral, but I can't leave while Y/N's still in the state she's in." She explains, the pain in her chest unwavering.

However, the name she dropped seems to knock Sidney out of balance for a moment as she comprehends everything, "Wait, Y/N as in Y/N L/N?"

"Deputy L/N herself indeed." Gale nods, confirming Sidney's worries.

All this time she's been away from Y/N she's never stopped wondering how she's been holding up, what she has been up to. And yet, not a single one of those times was she able to pick up the phone and give her used-to-be best friend a call. Not even once and especially not after she married Mark. When her daughters were born she was the first person she wanted to call after leaving the hospital and tell her the good news. She was the first person she wanted to call after her divorce a few months ago, seek comfort. But alas she didn't.

Why? Now that she cannot answer. Or rather, she's afraid to.

"What happened to her?" The tightness in her chest increases in the two seconds it takes Gale to reply to her question.

"Ghostface got a bit too stab-friendly, was aiming to turn her insides into outsides but luckily Sherriff Hicks arrived at the scene on time. She's in one piece again but high on painkillers constantly, asleep 24/7. I don't know what to say...but she isn't doing well, that's all I know."

Sidney's heart sinks.

"C-Can I see her?" She stutters out, her words breaking up as they stumble out of her sore, dry throat.

"Room 103 in the ICU." And Sid is off, " Oh, and tell Louisa to get her ass here immediately so I can drive her to school or I'll go get her myself!" Gale shouts after her, her words not exactly reaching her through the fog in her brain which now is working solely on navigating her to Y/N's room.

The scavenger hunt ends once she finds herself in front of a door with the number 103 on it. It's safe to say she barges in so quickly she almost takes the door off its hinges. And most definitely startles the shit out of the girl sitting in the chair by the hospital bed.

Panic is evident in her eyes until a spark of recognition flashes in them. She gets up from her seat and motions for Sidney to follow her back out into the hallway.

"You're Sidney Prescott." She declares in a hushed tone the woman was expecting to be accusatory but wasn't. It was more amazed than anything.

"Y-Yes." Sid stutters as she tries reading the girl's expression but failing to do so because of how numb and emotionless her features are. She sees a lot of herself in her, a lot of the reflection she saw in the mirror after her mom died.

"Mom has told me a lot about you. All good things, don't worry." She gives a faint smile, "Oh, sorry, I'm Louisa, by the way, her daughter."

"Nice to meet you, I'm sorry it's under these circumstances though." The older woman says, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "And I'm sorry you have to go through this. You're just a kid....you don't deserve any of these."

Louisa shakes her head, "Neither did my mom. She was actually a year younger than I am now when she first had to deal with murderous freaks. You didn't deserve it either. You were both just kids....but it seems like it's all coming back around full circle."

"Hey." Sidney takes hold of the girl's other shoulder as well, "We'll break this fucking pattern, ok? Once and for all."

The teenager nods before a sob wracks her body, "I just want mom to wake up. I want her to come home, hug me and Michael and tell us that it'll all be alright."

Sid pulls her in for a hug which she gladly accepts, "Is Michael your brother?" She feels the girl nod against her shoulder, "How old is he?"

"Seven." She weakly replies.

"Does he know?" The girl shakes her head, "Good." She pulls away from the hug to look Louisa in the eyes, "He'll never have to know. You'll neve have to explain why mom won't be coming home cause she'll come home, ok? She'll wake up and she'll be back to being the bossy pushover she can sometimes be. She's a walking, talking boulder." This gets a laugh out of the crying girl, "And I see you've inherited that from her. So, wipe those tears away and go give Michael a big hug, don't let him miss Y/N. Missing a mother is the most painful feeling ever."

Louisa nods again, following Sidney's instructions as she straightens he posture and dries her cheeks, "Thank you." She whispers with a faint smile that somehow manages to grace her features.

She's got the same smile as Y/N, Sidney thinks to herself.

Just then, a voice booms through the hallway, "Louisa!"

It's Gale.

"Right.." Unlike the confused Sidney, Louisa knows exactly what's going on, "I have to get to school."

With that the two exchange goodbyes and depart, leaving Sidney to have to face the task of walking back into that hospital room again.

After a brief sigh and a sharp inhale she makes her way inside. But things are different this time.

For example, Y/N's eyes are open.

"Thought I recognized that voice...." The Deputy chuckles, "Wait, it's really you, right? I don't know what to believe anymore...these pills are killing my perception."

Sidney's emotional disbalance counters Y/N's casual and calm tone. She squats down by the bed, taking the patient's hand in hers, "Oh God, Y/N, it's me. From head to toe, the Angel of Death herself."

The other woman giggles, "Don't call yourself that. And what brings you here, anyway? Thought you'd never step foot here again."

That's when it hits Sidney - She doesn't know.

She contemplates telling her, really not looking forward to being the one to break the awful news to her but postponing the inevitable is also not at all gonna help the situation. It's only gonna hurt more and she's well aware of that.

So she takes the painful alternative...

"I came as soon as I heard....Dewey was killed.....I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'm so fucking sorry...." She stumbles over her words before trailing off, tears prickling her eyes so she chooses to squeeze them shut.

A tear slips out of Y/N's.

"Oh, God, why did he have to involve himself?! I knew it was a bad idea! Why wasn't I there to protect him?! What kind of fucking friend am I?! Why him?! Why am I alive and he's not?!" The woman sobs, for the first time since she woke up wishing that she really was dead.

"Shh, shh..." With tears of her own staining her shirt, Sidney hugs the guilt-ridden, dread-filled woman, "He'd hate for you to be keeping him company right now. He'd much rather have you here to avenge him. Please, Y/N, for me, for Gale and for Dewey but most importantly for your kids, please, don't crumble. Don't lose yourself, cause the you I know will pick herself up and kick ass like nothing ever happened."

But many things have happened and all of them have slowly been piling up. Starting that night at Stu's house up until this very point. She's cheated death too many times, almost always at the hands of the people she trusted so much. Stu betrayed her, she didn't care. The man she was starting to fall in love with ended up being a serial killer, an utter psychopath. It broke her, but no one noticed. Getting betrayed by Roman felt like a hit a spot where pain receptors no longer work. Like a punch to a brick wall. She had grown numb. Numb to pain and sadness only.

The last two times she's felt great pain like this is when she lost Sidney and the other when she lost her fiancée to a drunk driver a year ago.

It's safe to say this woman hasn't cried nearly as enough as she's wanted and needed to throughout the years.

"I will. I promise I will." She sniffles, "But for now I just want to let it all out."

"I'll be here while you do so." Sidney squeezes her hand tighter, a seal to the promise that she won't be leaving her side anytime soon.

* * * * *

"Mama loves you, Mikey. See you soon, baby. Bye." Sidney catches the last part of Y/N's phone call from outside her room door.

It's nice to see her being able to stay conscious for longer periods of time. She's still in the ICU though, so nothing is to be said for certain about the future. Sidney and Y/N both are just happy for the current moments they have.

"You're a wonderful mother, Y/N. I always knew you would be." She tells the Deputy as she waltzes her way in.

She chuckles in response, "Remember that I swore up and down I'd never have kids? Look at me now. Thought I'd stay a party girl forever."

"I think you got it all out of your system in high school and college." Sidney laughs as she settles in the chair by Y/N's bed. "Remember our first high school party?"

The other woman gasps, "How could I not?! I was ready to murder those two girls, they were being so annoying. That was my first official fight."

"And you would've gotten your ass kicked if I didn't get us out of there." Sid comments, making Y/N laugh.

"Fair enough....I felt so bad for cutting our night short. But at least we got to rewatch Breakfast at Tiffany's again at your place."

The brunette shrugs, "I didn't mind at all. I always would've preferred a quite night in with you than going out to party."

A moment of silence falls over the two, the air thickening with memories they've both been grasping onto as to not let them be shadowed by all the bad that laced their youth.

"How's Kincaid?" Y/N is the one to put an end to the reminiscing quiet.

"You don't care." Sidney replies but through a small laugh which is surprising to say the least.

She's not wrong, though - Y/N really doesn't care. She didn't really care or like Billy, or Derek...you see the pattern here?

"Ok, how are the kids then?" She retorts with a playful eye roll.

This question she does get an answer to, "They're doing well. I just hope this co-parenting thing and the divorce won't affect them badly. Mark and I are doing out best to not let them sense a difference but I'm still worried."

"Communicate it properly to them, make sure they understand that it's not their fault. Make sure to assure and reassure them every chance you get that you love them and will never stop loving them, both you and Kincaid. I know how hard it must be to explain that to kids with a single digit age, but maybe that'll give you an advantage."

"What about you and...whoever the lucky man is?" The woman nudges her friend's leg.

Y/N sighs, "He isn't lucky at all. I just hope he runs into Dewey up in heaven so they can keep each other company."

Sidney squeezes Y/N's hand in a comforting gesture, choosing not to say anything, knowing the Y/H/C will understand her regardless.

"You know, sometimes I wonder how different things would've been if I wasn't a coward. How many lives could be saved. I mean, Bronson would probably still be alive right now if he never met me, if we didn't start dating etc. He wouldn't have even been in Woodsboro. But then again I wouldn't have Michael and Louisa in my life so it's a bittersweet reflection." Y/N finally finds it in her to sat what's been bothering you for what feels like forever now. It's not far off the mark though - it's been a decade of her holding back everything, not to mention that it started even way before that.

"You're not a coward, Y/N. You've never been. You may see yourself that way but I hope you know nobody agrees with you. Not a single soul. I owe you my life. I've indebted it to you several times." Sidney runs her thumb over her friend's bruised knuckles, a pit forming in her stomach at the thought of all the lost time between them. How things would have been different if she wasn't a coward.

"Just because I'm courageous in one department doesn't mean I am that way in all aspects of my life. I've never been able to go after what I want or who I want. I've never been able to stay true to myself or anyone really. I wish I told you all I wished would just come out of me unexpectedly. I wish I said something instead of waiting and hoping you'd read my mind." Y/N runs her hands through her hair, avoiding Sidney's gaze the whole time before her palms cover her face as a protective gesture that's become a habit when she can't run from or fix a certain awkward or uncomfortable situation.

"What are you saying, Y/N?" The brunette, while with a good guess on her hands, doesn't want to go out on a limb here.

"I'm saying that, since day one I've been constantly in love with you, Sid. Constantly. Never once did that change. I've always loved you, but I've been in love with you too this whole time. And I'm sorry you're hearing this under these circumstances and in this messed up period of your life, but I don't know if I'll ever make it out of this ICU so I better tell you, you know? Before the coward me kicks in and shuts me up." She sighs heavily, her hands still covering her eyes, "Feel free to walk out on me if you'd like, I'll fucking deserve it. Don't worry, I won't take it personally, just....don't say anything, ok?"

Sidney really sticks to that - she doesn't say anything. Not when she leans forward, not when she removes Y/N's hands off her face and most definitely not when her lips collide with hers.

There's a whirlwind of emotions within the the both of them at the moment, there always has been but it's now come to a boiling point, a culmination neither of them could've predicted - especially wouldn't have guessed it would happen in their forties. Never would've thought they'd wait so long to say it. Who's to say they ever would've said it at all. They're both a little cowardly in this very aspect, both having held onto something for so long it's become an aching part of them. Letting it go now out in the open feels practically unreal.

The kiss is brief, hesitant and too instant for Y/N to even process it properly before her eyes meet Sidney's again.

"I'm never walking out on you again, Y/N. I promise you. I'm never walking out on you again. I've made that mistake too many times in the past and I don't plan on repeating it." Sidney's hands replace the hold Y/N's had on her face, but her touch is more gentle, cupping her cheeks. It's not meant to protect her per se, it's more to pull her in, to reassure her of her safety in her arms. Promise her that she'll always be safe in her arms. "I-I've never been the best at...feelings? And that hasn't changed even now. But you've been patient with me thus far, God bless your heart, I'm asking you to wait on me just a little longer. I love you too much to lose you and I'm too in love with you to leap in a relationship without pulling my act together and risk hurting you in the process. Can you do that? Wait for me just a bit longer?"

A smile lights up Y/N's face like Sidney last remembers seeing back in the early days of college - before Mickey and Roman, before Derek and Kincaid. She remembers it all too well and is so glad to see it hasn't been snuffed out of Y/N completely throughout the years. They're both holding onto a small piece of themselves it seems they've only reserved for each other.

"I'll wait for you, Sid, I've spent my whole life waiting for a miracle and now....what's just a bit more time compared to a quarter decade? I can hold your hand throughout it all or remain at a six feet distance, whatever you want or need." Y/N nods eagerly, her forehead resting against Sidney's.

"Let's start with getting you out of the ICU first. And then you gotta promise me you won't be pulling dangerous stunts like this. Understood?"

"A Deputy's word, ma'am."

There's a lot still ahead of them they'll need to yet deal with but there's a lot of stuff they've left behind which they'll now have to uncover and dust off to be able to move forward. There's plenty they left unsaid and things they wish they did but never had the courage to. Plus there's ten years worth of catching up for them to do. These two never can seem to catch a break.

But for now, they aren't gonna busy their minds with that. Instead, they're perfectly content reconnecting that kiss from a few moments ago, but making it last longer this time.

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animalanie · 3 years

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Oneshot - The Millionaire Detective Balance: Unlimited [Careless Mistakes]

Fandom: The Millionaire Detective Balance: Unlimited

Title: Careless Mistakes

Pairing: Daisuke Kambe X Female Reader

Word Count: +2K

Warning(s): None, just an attempt at fluff <3

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A grunt escaped your lips as you banged your head against the steering wheel, not caring if the impact will cause a bruise on your forehead. The sirens in the distance indicated that your much-needed backup was finally arriving at the crime scene, where you and your partner had incapacitated the culprit. With some remaining energy, you lifted your head to stare at the police cars that stopped not too far away from where you sat in your car.

Knowing your partner would take care of filling them in on the situation, you rested your head once more and slowly ran your hand through your hair.

"I just want to go home," You complained and closed your eyes, only to open them soon as the passenger side's door opened. You did not need to turn your head as you already knew who it was and simply stayed still in the same position. No words were exchanged as he sat down and closed the door behind him, continuing to stare at you, as if he were analysing you.

"You look tired." He finally concluded and you snorted before pushing yourself off the wheel.

"No way, thanks for letting me know." You rested your head against the seat and turned to look at him as he stared back at you in curiosity.

"No, I meant you look more tired than usual. Something terrible must have happened." He shook his head and poked your forehead to irritate you further. You gasped and swatted his hand away, bringing your own on the steering wheel before you mentally prepared yourself to start the car.

"You could've said it nicely, you know?" You spared him a brief glance from the corner of your eyes before turning the key in the ignition.

"I could have, yes." He smirked in your direction as he waited for your reaction, which was exactly what he expected.

"Daisuke~" You groaned and hit him lightly on his right shoulder, causing him to chuckle. "Why do I spend time with you?" You mumbled to yourself as you changed gears but stopped before you could start driving. You exhaled and closed your eyes, feeling them burning from lack of sleep.

"What's wrong?" His playful tone disappeared the instant you drooped your head and placed it onto the steering wheel. Daisuke brought his hand closer to your face and gently moved your strands to tuck them behind your ear. His fingers lingered, almost cradling your head in his hands, as he focused his attention on your expression.

"It's probably nothing, I hope." You shook your head and turned to him to see him furrowing his eyebrows. He moved his hand from behind your head and closer to your face to rub a gentle thumb across your cheek as he continued staring.

"When is the last time you got any rest?" He looked up into your eyes but you turned your gaze away as you knew your answer would displease him. "Y/N, when's the last time you rested?" He repeated and you raised your eyes to meet his.

"I haven't slept since the last two nights." You whispered and shifted back in fear of his response. To your surprise, he only sighed and shook his head.

"I can't even pretend to be surprised anymore." He said to himself before removing his hand from your cheek and getting out of the car. You tilted your head as you stared at him while he walked around the front of the car and to your side.

"Daisuke?" You asked as he opened your side of the door and bent over you to unbuckle your seatbelt. You stared at his profile in shock and froze at the sudden proximity, while he smoothly removed the belt and gave your knee a little nudge afterward.

"Sit on the other side. I'll drive." As much as you appreciated the sentiment, you knew better than to trust Daisuke's reckless driving.

"No, it's okay. I can drive," You waved your hand lightly in dismissal and remained seated, smiling a little in hopes of winning this argument. But when Daisuke made no effort to move back to the passenger's seat, you sighed and slumped your shoulders.

"I will pick you up myself if you don't get up." He warned and looked down at you for a response. You remained silent and he bent down again in response, ready to pick you up with his hands reaching out towards you.

"Okay, okay, I'm getting up!" You raised your hands up in defence and stepped out as Daisuke stared at you with a small smirk appearing on his lips. "Alright, you can stop being so smug." You crossed your arms against your chest and pouted as you began walking to the other side while he did the exact opposite by widening his smirk. You turned your gaze away from him, feeling slightly flustered by the range of his expressions today.

I could just be exhausted enough to be delusional.

You attempted to convince yourself as you entered the car once more and buckled your seatbelt in. As Daisuke settled in the driver's seat, you took this opportunity to gaze at him once more, wanting to start a conversation. That was when you looked back outside, at the police cars that had stopped in front of the building.

"Did they take the culprit in?" You asked, your eyes still fixated on the scene.

"You don't need to concern yourself with that right now. I will let you know everything tomorrow morning, first thing." He stared at you briefly before switching his attention behind him so he could reverse the car. You huffed and looked away from the other police officers and at him in disappointment.

"Come on! I'm your partner for this case, you're supposed to tell me what's going on."

"Then you should have been there while I was briefing them." He raised his eyebrows at you as he stated the matter of the fact.

"You're so mean," You mumbled, not having a better comeback for his statement.

"You don't seem to mind that too much, I've noticed." Your eyes widened as he claimed, confidence dripping in his tone.

"That's not- I... Stop assuming everything!" You stumbled on your words and resorted to staring out the window when he scoffed at your reaction.

"Get some sleep. I'll wake you up once we reach your home." He suggested after a moment of silence and without hesitation, you nodded and leaned comfortably against the seat.

"You know where my house is, right?" You asked, as if challenging him slightly.

"How many times have I been to your house by now? Let us see," He wrapped his fingers around his chin and pretended to think, causing you to chuckle.

"Alright, alright, just making sure."

"Mhm, sure." He hummed and began driving while you focused on getting some rest since your house was not too far away. The quiet humming of the car and the whish of other cars passing by you put you to sleep a lot faster than you had anticipated.

As you drifted off, Daisuke occasionally glanced at you to make sure you were comfortable and to get a look at your sleeping face so he could tease you later about it. Your face being highlighted by the streetlights distracted him a lot more than he would prefer, but he would never admit that to you so you would never know.

Soon, you two arrived in front of your house and Daisuke parked the car in front, turning off the headlights along with the engine and looking at you. He leaned over slightly and removed your hair from in front of your eyes, getting a better look at you.

"Y/N," He whispered and ran his hand through your hair to get you to wake up quicker. "Y/N, we're home. Wake up." You only hummed in response and leaned into Daisuke's touch, to which he cracked a small smile. He pulled away and unbuckled his seatbelt before getting out of the car and walking over to open your door. After freeing you of your belt, he slid one arm under your knees and the other under your lower back, picking you up with ease.

Stepping up to your front door, he sat you down on the swing of your porch and stood straight, not knowing how to get the key from you. Hesitantly, he reached into your pant's pocket and found your house key without having to search further. He opened the front door and walked back to you, taking you once again in his arms and entering your house. It was a wonder how you had slept through all the moving around.

As he stood at the entrance, he stepped on the heel of his other shoe to take it off, repeating the process for the other, and walked further in. Carefully, he pushed his elbow against a light switch to turn on the lights for the staircase and began walking up, where your bedroom was. Once he reached the upper floor, he felt a soft hold on him and looked down to see you clutching onto his jacket, still sound asleep.

He shook his head and continued walking, tightening his grip on you as he pushed the door to your room. Gently, Daisuke placed you on the bed, causing your grip on him to release its hold as you hummed at the loss of contact. He took the blanket at the end of your bed and draped it over you before standing up straight.

"Goodnight, Y/N." He mumbled before stepping away and placing your house and car keys on the bedside table. Surprisingly, you woke up to his sound and lifted your head to see him looking at you.

"Daisuke?" You questioned, still groggy from your incomplete sleep, which made him chuckle lightly.

"Yes, it's me. Don't worry, I was just about to leave so you can rest." He whispered. His outline being illuminated from the hallway light that shone like a spotlight into your bedroom.

"What? No," You rubbed your eyes and sat up with the support of your elbow as you looked around your room momentarily. "How are you going to go at this time?"

"You shouldn't worry too much about me. I have means to get home."

"Right, of course. I forgot: you're Daisuke Kambe." You chuckled while he shook his head.

"Well, I'll get going now. Don't be late tomorrow." He fixed his hair as he looked at you and you smiled, nodding sleepily. Before he could walk away, however, you grabbed onto his sleeve and pulled him closer to you.

"Thank you so much for taking care of me, Daisuke." You sighed as you wrapped your arms around his neck while he remained stiff in your hold, unsure of what to do. When you felt his breath hitch, you wondered if you were too forward by hugging him without asking.

"Of course," He finally muttered and wrapped his arms around your back in a hesitant hug. You breathed a sigh of relief and smiled a small one when you felt his hands rub your back before you finally pulled away.

"Take care, okay?" You looked up at him and could see him smile from the features that were illuminated in the dark.

"I should be saying that to you. You're the one who hasn't gotten enough sleep." He ruffled your hair while you stuck your tongue out in mischief. "You do look adorable while sleeping, though, I must say." You let out a sound that would closely resemble shock as your eyes widened. "Goodnight, Y/N." With a knowing grin, he stood straight and walked out of your room, leaving you sitting there, speechless.

Once you heard the front door close, you finally snapped out of your daze and felt heat rush to your cheeks as you replayed his words to you. You placed your hands on your face as you felt yourself getting flustered and questioned how you were supposed to look him in the eyes tomorrow after what just happened.

There was no questioning that you would have trouble sleeping tonight as well.

#the millionare detective balance: unlimited #oneshot #daisuke kambe #daisuke kambe x reader #female reader #anime

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heartcal · 3 years

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“who do you believe?”; l.h. (pt. ii)

oh my GOD it’s here, it took longer than expected but she’s finally here! after the eye strain i got a sty so that threw me in for a loop, but the good news is my eyes are better! and i’m fully vaccinated too! please get the vaccine if you are able to :^) enjoy!

a/n: (formatting again lol) there’s a part where there’s supposed to be texts (in italics) so it may be a bit weird to read (hopefully not) (sorry for these parantheses) please let me know if there’s anything off!

pairing: luke hemmings x reader

summary: having known luke for years, it was bound to happen eventually. the crush you developed happened before you could stop it, and you did your best to keep it a secret. you told no one, did your best not to show it, so what do you do when his girlfriend finds out?

warnings: swearing (as usual),

genre: angst, fluff, basically friends (to brief enemies but not really) to lovers?

wc: 5,201 (they’re getting longer, huh)

taglist: @1sosrvd1267 + @wowitsel (side note: i don’t have a current taglist, this is just for this fic!)

part one | my masterlist!

You skipped the after-party that night. You couldn’t bear standing in the same room as Luke and Rachel, so you booked a ride and left as soon as the car pulled up.

Had you stayed for the party, you would have crumbled under the looks of pity thrown at you by those who would have heard about what happened. The knowing looks that something bad had happened between two people everyone on the crew knew were best friends would have been uncomfortable.

The ride home is uncomfortably silent, but you were thankful the driver wasn’t the talkative type. The soft jazz playing on the radio wasn’t calming but it did distract you from the pain and embarrassment you felt from the argument.

Once the car had pulled up to your place, you bid a silent farewell to the driver and slid out.

You just wanted to get inside, take a shower, shut your phone for the night, and sleep until you physically can’t get any more sleep.

You’re not too surprised Luke stood up for his girlfriend. He does love her—he’s shown that with friends and with fans. But the way he glared at you, defended her without trying to find out what exactly went down…he had never looked at you like that.

You’ve seen that look before; it wasn’t something you were used to but it was the look he would give paparazzi when they would harass you, the guys, and his friends. The glare carried such strength that it would make people back off. And so when it was directed towards you, it struck you hard.

Having done what you wanted to do once you entered the house, you lay in bed with wet eyes staring at the ceiling. Your phone was face down on your nightstand, completely out of reach to the point one slight touch could knock it off.

Maybe you were the one at fault. Maybe you should’ve told the truth about your feelings to Rachel or Luke before this all happened. It could have prevented the fallout and you would be with the guys and the crew celebrating a successful show.

But what good would that have done? Had you told someone, anyone, that you liked Luke more than a best friend should, would that have caused the same problem but presented differently? Or would something come from it? Maybe nothing would have happened.

A sigh escapes your lips as you turn your back away from the nightstand, facing the empty half of the bed and before your mind drifts to more pitiful thoughts, you close your eyes.

You didn’t dream that night. It’s as if you blinked, with the night flying by faster than you had wanted and anticipated.

The sunlight beamed down on you from above your headboard. It was late morning and it was time to face the harsh reality of the day.

There is no doubt you have lost Luke as your best friend.

Wiping the sleep and crust from your eyes, you sit up and vacantly glance around the room. The box where you keep gifts from Luke is illuminated by the sunlight, and with the vacant stare you stand to walk towards it.

You hesitate to open it; it’ll bring back memories of good times and with the events of the previous night, you do not think you can handle the rush of emotions.

It’s then when you realize your phone was off, and though you don’t want to do anything social today and would rather stay home with your favorite snacks and shows, you know you have to let your friends know how you’re doing.

You stall by washing your face and brushing your teeth, albeit slower than usual. You know that once you turn your phone on, the onslaught of questions and missed calls are going to take possibly an hour to clear up.

Sure enough, as you turn your phone on, the missed messages come in, barely giving your notification tone a break and the missed calls and voicemails were coming in fast. You can feel the heat from the battery on your palm, and for the sake of the phone you switch the sound off and turn on Do Not Disturb to prevent any new calls from coming through.

The messages you saw were from the crew, asking where you went and if you were okay. Others were from the boys minus Luke, and looking through the missed calls, there was nothing from Luke.

You’re not surprised, but the pain was still simmering within and seeing no messages or missed calls from him was adding to it.

You responded to the crew’s messages first, since many of them sent one or two messages asking simple questions: “Are you okay,” “Where did you go,” and “Did you get home safe?”

Then you responded to the boys’, Michael’s first since he had the least amount of messages.

hey, you didn’t have to leave. we could’ve talked some sense into him when he calmed down (11:37pm)

did u get home okay? we know you didn’t drive here yourself. (11:58pm)

please let us know you made it home. let us know you’re okay (12:10am)

hope you made it home and that you’re safe and okay. thank u for ur work today. please text me when you see these. goodnight (12:49am)

You typed your reply to him, letting him know that you were okay and got home safe.

Calum’s messages were similar, asking the same questions but some were repeated to emphasize his worry. In response, you answered his questions like Michael’s.

But even before you can open Ashton’s messages, seeing double digits next to your conversation with him, rapid knocks on your front door grab your attention.

With a groan you stand and grab your robe from the hook on the door, wrapping it tightly around your body as you open the door and groggily walk to the front door.

It was a stupid idea, as you weren’t ready to face anyone yet Ashton stands in front of you. He’s well-rested, a stark contrast to you as you were sure your eyes were still puffy and bloodshot, along with an occasional sniffle from your nose.

His eyes travel from your face, down to your feet, and back up to your eyes. He can immediately tell you had a terrible night.

“You weren’t answering anyone last night,” he begins, tilting his head as he narrows his eyes, “we were worried about you after you left.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “I just—I didn’t feel like talking to anyone.”

“You could’ve let one of us know that you were shutting off.”

You nodded with a frown, “I could have, yeah,” your eyes dart around behind him to avoid his worrisome eyes before asking him if he wanted to come in.

He doesn’t hesitate and steps in once you move aside, opening the door wider to give him enough room. He notes your bag in a heap on the floor a few inches away from the couch, and how your shoes were far apart, with one upside down, as if you flung them off.

“How are you holding up now?”

You shrug, still avoiding his eyes because you know if you make eye contact, you’ll break down and you won’t have control over the onslaught of emotions.

“Be honest,” his voice is soft, wanting to make you feel comfortable enough to open up.

You stare at the ground, biting the skin of your lower lip nervously. This is why you did not want to talk to anyone face-to-face. Talking to them over the phone, preferably through text, allowed you to lie to the other person (and if applicable, to yourself). But talking to someone in person, and to someone who can see through your lies, you were bound to break down and become vulnerable.

You inhale, taking careful steps to the couch and gently sitting down with a sigh. Ashton follows you, sitting next to you but giving you space to not overwhelm you.

“What happened last night—,” you lean back with your arms folded over your chest, “—was something that I feared. When I realized I liked Luke, I was so worried about him finding out and what the outcome would be. I knew from the beginning that things would never be the same if he found out, and I was afraid of the change that would come from it.”

Ashton listens intently, his eyes displaying sincerity as he listens to you list off your worries. What he saw last night bothered him to no end, and had he not exerted most of his energy during the show, he would not have slept at all and would have stayed up all night in a constant state of worry.

“So, now that Rachel knows, and no doubt Luke has caught on, I don’t know what to do. I responded to everyone’s texts before you arrived, and Luke sent nothing—not even a phone call.”

Ashton nods, swallowing before speaking, “Well, after you left, things went down that may be the reason why he hasn’t tried contacting you.”

Your head turns to face him, eyebrows furrowed as confusion embeds itself across the rest of your features.

Ashton readjusts himself, getting comfortable in his seat as he gathers the right words.

“Something happened after I left?” You ask as you shift in your seat to face him.

“Michael wanted to go after you, to at least offer you a ride back, but Calum went back to tell Luke that it was bullshit what happened. So, Michael went back to make sure they wouldn’t fight or anything. I also pointed out that he was a dick; choosing you over her when he’s known you the longest didn’t sit right with us. But he got defensive and kept wanting to leave but Rachel convinced him it was alright, so they stayed for the party. But the party was bad—the crew felt the tension and the vibes were down—,” he chuckles at the word choice, getting a small laugh out of you as well, “—it brought everyone out of the energetic and ecstatic mood we were in before the confrontation. We all kinda did our own thing during the party but we noticed things were tense between Luke and Rachel. And when the party ended, shit hit the fan.”

“What happened?”

Ashton sighs, “To make the long story short, they got into an argument when we were leaving the venue after Michael brought up your name. He said something like, ‘I hope they got home safe,’ and that you weren’t answering your phone at all. Calum and I pointed out, again, how rude Luke was to you and Luke kept defending himself. Rachel dropped an insult and something shifted. Basically, they’re done and the guys and I can finally fucking breathe.”

“Wait—,” you stand with bulging eyes, “—wait, are you saying they broke up?”

Ashton hums as he watches you mindlessly walk around your living room.

The guys have been waiting for their break-up. It’s not something they were open about, as to avoid any conflict with their best friend, but it was almost an unspoken agreement: Rachel was not liked.

As for you, it’s not like you were wishing for their break-up. You wanted Luke to be happy, and if he was happy in that relationship, then so be it. But you were not a fan of it. Yeah, you liked her in the beginning but when she started disregarding you as if you did something to offend her, you lost most of your respect for her. Now, with this news of their break-up, you don’t know what to do.

Are you happy? You don’t exactly feel happy about it, but there is some relief.

“So,” you sit back down on the couch slowly, “what am I supposed to do with this information?”

“Not sure,” Ashton shrugs, “but I recommend talking to Luke.”

You shake your head fervently, “No. I don’t feel like talking to anyone.”

“But you’re talking to me,” Ashton has a smirk, but you know there’s no malice behind his joke.

“You showed up unannounced, Ash,” you smile, “I was responding to everyone who sent messages and voicemails. I don’t feel like talking to anyone else in person.”

He holds his hands up in defense, “Fair enough, but don’t be a stranger.”

He gives you a quick hug, whispering something similar to ‘don’t shut Luke out’ before he pulls away and walks out.

Ashton’s words stuck with you for the next week. You felt comfortable enough a few days after the fact to contact the boys, eventually meeting up with Ashton and Calum for lunch and third-wheeling Michael and his fiancée. The only person out of your friend group and co-workers you have not contacted was Luke. He hasn’t contacted you either, but you do not think much about it as you’re still trying to figure things out. If he were to contact you, how do you talk about what happened?

You want to know why he was able to choose his then-girlfriend over you, but at the same time you don’t want to know the answer. You know that one day, and though it hurts, you will not be his number one. With the way he behaved that night, it felt like that dreadful moment came to earlier than expected, that he found his number one and you immediately became his second go-to person.

So it did surprise you when you were out with an old friend to receive a text from Luke.

Can we talk about what happened? (2:23pm)

You only stare blankly at the text, not even moving to type a response. You were in such a good mood, and not even this text would change it. Instead, you lock your phone and place it back in your pocket, noting to leave it alone until your day out comes to an end.

And when it does, you see that more texts from Luke had arrived, the final being sent an hour before the outing ended.

I know you’re mad, I understand that and I don’t blame you but please talk to me (2:31pm)

You’re reading these, please say something (2:33pm)

There are some things that I need to clear up with you, I want to apologize for what happened that night but I want to do it face to face. Please respond. (3:57pm)

Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be waiting. Sorry if I’m bombarding you with these texts, I just don’t want to lose you over something that I realize now should not have happened. Respond when you want to, I’ll be here. (5:49pm)

You could only let out a small chuckle at the persistent requests to talk, and you don’t deny the small—minuscule, honestly—flutter in your stomach. You don’t waste any time responding.

Sorry, I was busy. We can meet somewhere to talk. (7:08pm)

He responds about five minutes later, agreeing to meet at a small café the two of you love tomorrow afternoon.

The rest of the night for you is spent thinking of ways to carry yourself, being completely confident, and accepting the fact that you love your best friend. Pep talks in the shower and mirror to calm any arising nerves, revising the topics you want to talk about in your head so you keep the confidence.

As for Luke, he was struggling to gather all his thoughts. In the beginning, he thoroughly enjoyed the fact that you and Rachel got along. He liked seeing his best friend and girlfriend become friends like that. He didn’t notice the shift, however, and he wishes he did before things got out of hand.

When he defended Rachel, without finding out the story from all sides, he thought he was doing what was right. To him, friendships and relationships have the same base, but romantic relationships with a partner have a different structure than friendships do, and he was starting to see cracks in his friendship before he saw it in his relationship.

When he confronted Rachel after she insulted you, he started to see someone he never saw. He remembered the times Rachel ignored you, sometimes playing it off as if she never heard you. He remembered how she would make plans with everyone and exclude you, but he always played it off as an accident (even if he knew it wasn’t). He remembered all these times he noticed a change in mood when the two of you were in the same room, and he couldn’t believe he turned a blind eye to all of it.

It hurt him to break-up with Rachel—he won’t deny that because he did love her. It’s not that he saw the rest of his life with her as they weren’t at that mark in the relationship.

But, when he did picture his future, he always saw you. He always thought it was just as a friend, someone who was just joined at the hip. Yet, he was quick to throw that away for someone he rarely saw when he pictured the future.

Which is why, the next day, as he sits at a booth near the window of the café, he carefully goes over what he wants to say. He doesn’t want to ruin the chance to fix things between the two of you. If it goes awry, not only does he lose you, but his friendships with the band and the team will take a hit since they all love you.

The bell above the door rings making his head turn to watch you walk in. Your eyes danced around the café before they fell on him.

He couldn’t help the smile the formed on his lips, a small breath of relief escaping as he watches you walk towards him. The smile doesn’t stay long though, because as you sit down with a stoic expression, the reality hits him.

“I got your usual,” he’s shy and timid, pushing the mug toward you as he eyes the liquid nearly spills the edge.

You mumble a ‘thanks,’ grabbing the mug and taking a small sip. It falls silent as the two of you wonder who should start first.

Luke makes the move first. He sighs, sitting up straight and wiping his palms on his pants.

He’s nervous. When the guys started touring, visiting new cities and countries, he would always be nervous and constantly wiped his hands on his thighs, sitting up straight and even straighter if he wasn’t slouching. It’s an old habit, but something you remember fondly as he had grown out of it. Or so you thought.

“I want to start with I’m sorry,” he begins, making eye contact but fails to hold it. His eyes instead drift to his drink, “I know what I did was wrong, and I put you in a spot that hurt you and disregarded you. At the moment, I thought I was doing the right thing because she was my girlfriend, but then—” he gulps, “when she insulted you, it struck a nerve and, not to sound cliché or anything, it felt like it opened my eyes. I saw someone I didn’t see when I first met them.”

You don’t respond, just nodding your head to let him know you’re listening.

He licks his lips before continuing, “When the guys brought up how you left on your own, I was feeling nervous and they started reminding me how much of a dick I was to you. I didn’t want to admit it myself, but now, I was such an ass. I’m just—I’m so sorry for what happened.”

“Luke,” you sigh, shifting in your seat, “I’m not saying I forgive you but I accept your apology. It hurt me so much that a friend, someone I’ve known for years was just so quick to turn their back and take someone else’s side. I know she was your girlfriend, but I wish you didn’t do what you did.”

“If I could go back and fix it, I would.”

You only nod again, trying to think about other things that need to be talked about. The one topic you hope to avoid is the possibility of him knowing your feelings—something you do not want to discuss, at least not yet.

“Did she say anything to you?”

The question leaves your mouth before you register it, and the widening of your eyes catches Luke off guard.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you mutter, grabbing your mug and taking a long sip.

“She didn’t tell me what started the problems between you two, if that’s what you mean,” Luke smiles a bit, watching you nervously play with the mug’s handle after the sip. It fades when your eyes move up to meet his, “I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but it isn’t important anymore. She’s out of the picture, and I don’t want to lose you.”

The silence returns, but unlike the previous bout, it’s a calming silence. It isn’t uncomfortable, rather the air is easier to breathe and the tension isn’t unsettling.

“Where do we go from here?” Luke asks, nervously wringing his fingers.

“I don’t want to lose you as a friend, Luke,” you offer a smile, “but it’s going to take some time to ‘heal,’ if you will.”

Luke smiles again, this time a bigger grin. He nods, leaning back in his seat, “Let me know what I can do to make things better. I’ll do it if I get to keep you.”

Over the next few months, your friendship with Luke was rekindled. The guys were at ease now that Rachel was gone and you seemingly had taken her place, even though you were friends. The awkward glances they would give when Rachel was in the same room were now playful rolls of the eyes over a dumb joke or pranks. You didn’t miss out on any outings you wanted to go to, now that everyone invited would check in with each other the night before. Things went back to the way they were before Rachel.

There was a change in your friendship, however. It wasn’t something you noticed right away, but it was something you thought about at night just a few weeks ago. Luke paid more attention to you, not that he didn’t pay attention before, but this was a noticeable change where he still looks at you even after you finished talking, and would only look away from you when you caught him. He would always cover his mouth with his index and middle finger, but you saw a small smile behind them. You played it off as friendly teasing, but it tugs on your heartstrings.

Another noticeable change is the hugs. Duration-wise, they were relatively the same. However the touch lingered; if he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, an arm would stay around your shoulder, meanwhile if they were around your waist, his hand would stay on the small of your back. You played it off as a friend being protective, but yet again, it did nothing to stop your growing love.

Tonight was the first night of their tour. The boys were up to their usual pre-show antics, as well as the nervous habits; Michael fixing his hair and deciding whether to go with a beanie or a hat, or neither, Ashton was warming up with his pre-show playlist, Calum testing his bass, and Luke was relatively fine.

Sure, he was nervous because it isn’t a crowd of 500, close to 20,000, but he was calm compared to the last time he performed. He didn’t have any worries to talk about, his vocal warm-ups were smooth, and getting dressed up was a breeze. He shared chuckles with you as you both watched the others move around with tense expressions (all with no malice, of course).

“You sure you’re not on edge?” you nudge Luke with your arm as he leans forward on the couch your sitting on to fix his shoe.

“Nope,” he sits up, leaning back in his seat.

“Really?” you inquire again, doubt laced in your tone with a hint of teasing.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “if anything I’m excited about tonight.”

You hum, crossing your arms as you watch Ashton walk over.

“Ten minutes left,” he nods at Luke before walking to Michael to tell him the same thing.

You give Luke a look, wanting to get him to admit he is nervous, but all you get is a smirk and a shrug. He stands, patting your shoulder left before walking away to put in his in-ears.

You won’t deny you still don’t have feelings for him. Throughout the past few months, you were able to pinpoint the reasons why you fell for him. The small acts, the obscure things he would remember about you—especially the ones you don’t remember yourself—with the attention he would give you. It was staring you in the face, but you chose to deny all the signals to give yourself the satisfaction of thinking it was just a phase. But now you know why you love him.

Two minutes until showtime, Ashton finishes his speech and the crew is taking their places. The band stands at the opening, waiting for their cue to head out.

As you watched them hype themselves up, you noticed Luke looking around nervously. Of course.

“Nervous?”

His head whips toward you, and you can see it in his eyes.

“A little,” he mumbles, but you don’t hear it over the crowd’s excited screams.

“You got this,” you grab his shoulders to make him look you in the eyes, “like Ash said, you guys worked your asses off for this album. The fans loved it, your shows are all sold out, and you have thousands out there waiting to see you kill it.”

He’s silent, blue eyes staring into yours as they bounce from one eye to the other.

“I love you,” he blurts, loud enough just for you to hear.

You freeze, the grip on his shoulder loosens but remain.

He notices, “She did tell me something that night, and whether or not it’s true, I-I love you.”

“Sixty seconds!” a stage recites in the earpieces.

The boys turn to look at both of you, curious eyes turn into surprise as they watch your expression.

“I don’t know how long, I don’t know when, and I don’t know what it was, but I know for sure.”

Your eyes glance at Ashton briefly, not missing the knowing smile he gives you before you look back into Luke’s eyes.

“I…love you, too,” you respond, gripping his shoulders while your eyes drop down to his shiny shoes.

He doesn’t hear you over the cheers and screams, but reading your lips he knows the answer.

Luke smiles, grabbing the back of your head and kissing your forehead.

He leans down to your ear, “I expect to hear you say it when I come back.”

With flashing lights scattering across the stage, the boys run out to the stage, big smiles gracing their faces for multiple reasons with adrenaline pumping through their veins. From backstage, you watch the show you a smile, feeling high from the brief but fulfilling confession.

It’s two hours later when the show ends. Your heart is pounding as you watch the crew celebrate the successful first show.

Luke pulls you away from the crowd, into the hallway and away from the noise.

“So it was true, what Rachel said?” Luke begins, his hand still holding yours as a shy smile forms.

“What did she say?”

He exhales air through his nose in a laugh, “She said you were in love with me, and that you were trying to break us up.”

You scoff, shaking your head as you look at your intertwined fingers. He squeezes your hand to get your attention.

“I doubt that last part, but the first part I’m hoping is true in a sense.”

Your eyes meet his, adoration swimming in them bringing a smile to your face, “There may be a strong crush I have on you,” you tease, “and it may or may not have turned into love.”

He laughs, letting go of your hand to wrap you in a hug. His head dips down, his forehead on your shoulder as he breathes in your scent. He moves slightly, whispering in your ear, “Say it.”

Your head rested against his chest, hearing his heart beat rapidly and rhythmically.

“I love you,” you whisper.

You feel him smile against your shoulder before he pulls away, his arms resting on your hips as he smiles down at you.

“If you’d like,” he begins, his tone timid now, “that place you like in Seattle has a new dish. It’s our next stop…” he drifts off, hoping you’d catch on to him asking you out.

You do, laughing at how he remembered yet another thing you seem to have forgotten. It was a themed restaurant that had some of the best food you’ve ever eaten, and for days you wouldn’t stop talking about it. But you never went back to it, even during breaks, but somehow he seemed to remember.

“Yes, Luke.”

You know the shock will hit you later that night, that finally the person you’ve fallen for, who happens to be your best friend, admitted his feelings to you. But you’re happy, Luke’s happy, and with the boys’ and crew’s reaction to the two of you walking back to the area where they’re celebrating, the happiness is infectious.

On the road in the tour bus, Ashton passes you as you respond to emails.

“Thanks for not shutting him out,” he says, drinking a small bottle of water from the fridge.

“Did you know?”

He shrugs, avoiding your eyes as he finishes the bottle and tosses it in the recycling bag. “Maybe,” he walks towards the back where the beds are, “maybe not.”

You shake your head, “You did.”

“Didn’t want to spoil it,” he gives you a quick hug before retreating to bed.

Luke walks out of the bathroom shortly after, taking his spot next to you.

“Go to bed,” you slightly shift your shoulder as he lays his head on it, “you need the rest.”

“No,” he mumbles, sleep lacing his tone, “feels like a dream. Don’t wanna wake up.”

You chuckle at his nonsense, finishing off the last email before shutting the laptop and placing it on the counter next to you. You adjust yourself on the couch to have Luke lay down with you. He readjusts himself so he doesn’t crush you, wrapping his arm around your waist and placing his head on your chest.

“I wish I had known before all the drama,” he mumbles again, eyes closed, “I want you in my life, always.”

He drifts off to sleep with that, a faint smile on his lips.

You know what made you fall in love with your best friend. You accept it now, and you’re at peace knowing the feeling is mutual.

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sslow-dancer · 3 years

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hi! can i request a one shot with polnareff x reader but he’s still stuck as the turtle but a twist like the princess and the frog? the reader kisses the turtle and he comes back to being his old (part 3) self because the reader is the one? lots of fluff plzzz? ty ;w;

A/N: Okay but this idea is so unbelievably cute?! I apologize for taking forever to get it done. I went a bit deep and overboard with the storyline on a request that is so simple and I’m pretty sure this is my longest one up to date actually BUT- it’s whatever. There’s plenty of fluff near the end, I promise. I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it too!! 🤍

(If this flops, I will be so sad omg)

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“You’re The One, My Love.” (Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of drug abuse and depression

tags: gender-neutral, gender-inclusive, jean pierre polnareff x reader, turtle pol, magical, kiss, twist, slight angst, sfw, fluff

Description: One day after having to escort Polnareff as orders from your boss, you begin to grow quite fond of him. During your usual hangouts, you jokingly offer to kiss him as a way to recreate one of your favorite fairytales.

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You giggle as Jean pulls you into a kiss, you feel him smile as he holds your face gently. You’re happy to see the man you love not be as serious and hurt as he was when you first met him. Your expression reminiscent of the memories shared between you before this moment.

~A Year Before~

Your personal servant had drawn the curtains. Your eyes fluttered open, body awaken by the bright sunlight shining from your windows and murmurs outside your bedroom. You groaned in frustration as you threw a pillow at him, he managed to catch it and place it back by your bed frame. You huffed,

“Didn’t boss say I have the week off? I’m allowed to sleep in.” you stated blankly, remembering how you had the strong urge to strangle him for ruining your slumber. He shook his head as he sat by the edge of your bed and pointed at the clock that stood on top of your nightstand. You distinctly remember the screen marked 7:25AM exactly. You sighed as you thought you could’ve at least slept in by 10. You sat up and criss crossed your legs and played with the lose strings of your blanket as he replied.

“Technically you do, but today is last minute and different. Sr. Giovanna wants you to escort out a close individual he works with today by 8.”

Frustrated, you plopped your hands down onto your lap and rolled your eyes as you said back,

“Not to be bratty but...can’t he just do that himself or get one of you to do it?” you raised your pointers and middle fingers to create air quotations “This individual must be pretty important if not even the boss can take care of it.”

Your servant shut his eyes and sighed. After what you had just told him, deep down you felt bad about how much he had to deal with your bull on a daily basis- not to mention your constant grumbling in the morning whether he woke you or not. Either way, you were pretty grumpy most mornings. He shook his head again.

“It’s not that either. Sr. Giovanna could easily lead him out but he’s currently finishing business with other people in the country. Sr. Mista is with him as well so you’re the only one we have present. They both must attend all meetings, they are not to miss one.

“Okay, but that still doesn’t answer my question. What’s so important about him or her or whatever the hell they go by?”

“I’ll let you figure that out for yourself.” He said finally as he patted your bed as a way to non-verbally tell you to get ready.

You huffed when he exited the room, plopping your back down hard into the foamy mattress. You roughly grabbed at the pillow you had thrown earlier and placed it over your face, you screamed into it for a good 10 seconds.

Looking back, were you being a little too dramatic? Yes, sure- of course. It’d make anyone cringe if they were to had witnessed it though you didn’t really mind. You were still maturing anyway. You were still getting used to the life Giorno Giovanna and Guido Mista had offered and gladly given to you.

Before meeting your boss Giovanna and his right hand man Mista, you had been living life miserably at home. Though before anyone asks, no: your parents were not abusive, no: your siblings weren’t either, no: nor were your friends or teachers. You had just become very distressed with the life you were leading on. You didn’t like the person you were and were expected to become. Anxiety took over rather unexpectedly. So what did you do when you had enough? You moved on to drugs.

You were surprised to find out how easy it was for a person in their late teens to gain access towards those terrible substances. But none the less, you later learned your dealer was from the mafia known as “Passione.”

Was it dangerous for you to have figured out that information? Yes. However, you remained cautious and never told a soul...until one day you bumped into the now late capo, Bruno Bucciarati.

You were walking down your local dealing alleyway, hands in pockets and school bag still in sight. You usually dealt after school as many adults were distracted by the kids that filled up the streets. Thus making them barely notice the illegal activity going on as a large number of students would walk down alleyways as a shortcut to their home. You were swift in paying back and receiving your desired substances anyway.

All of a sudden you heard a distant call, a call out of your name. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to look at the direction from where the call was coming from, that’s when you saw him. He stood a few feet from you.

“I’m glad I was able to find you...my name is Bruno Bucciarati. Your parents sent me to look for you, they’ve mentioned to me that you’ve been coming home late from school lately.”

You only shrugged and completely ignored his claim. You began walking away but were stopped again when he said,

“Leaky eyed Luca deals with you, doesn’t he?”

You kept your gaze forward and your back turned away from Bruno. Turning your head slightly over your shoulder, you mumbled,

“If I say yes, will you leave me alone?”

Without having to look at him, you knew he had tilted his head when he answered.

“That depends. If you answer honestly, no trouble will occur. I’ll remain calm with you, that is a promise.”

You blinked, sighing as you kicked at the small pebbles near your feet, staring at your shoes as you thought about what he said.

You had been dealing with Luca and you knew that his business was risky. Though you didn’t care. You felt that you needed to get the drugs you wanted pronto and Luca was the only one who would give them to you quickly. You shook your head, deciding to give up as you didn’t want anyone to notice you both speaking. You turned to face him and quietly replied,

“Yes, he deals with me. He’s the provider, I’m the receiver.”

Bruno smiled, satisfied with your answer.

He followed up with informing you that Luca had been killed at a local airport and was told to investigate his death. He didn’t provide too many details as to the cause of his death but you didn’t feel like asking anyway. Bruno admitted he came to speak to you as hours prior one of your parents really did come to speak to him about your behavior. After connecting some dots, he suspected you had something to do with Luca’s death as you were not attending school and were gone for most of the day. Not to mention, your teachers had called your parents that day as well.

Luckily, he was able to clear you out as a suspect as you cooperated with him and weren’t sweaty or completely jittery. He also gave you a little talk about using drugs. He promised he wouldn’t tell your parents that you got yourself involved in that abusive life if you promised to not buy more again.

You truly felt at the time that he was the only one who understood and cared for you in just the short time you met him. Your eyes watered as you complied with Bruno, promising to do what he suggested. A promise you have held onto forever.

After some investigating of your own, you found out that it was your future boss that killed Luca. You were rather impressed than angry that he was able to kill him. You honestly believed Luca would never be caught.

Back to the day you had to escort this individual- after some more complaining and grumpy remarks towards everyone in the household, you were finally ready to meet them. Your personal servant led you to the front door. He made sure to quietly remind you to be polite.

Your attention turned to another servant walking down the stairs towards your direction. A pillow in hand with a piece of cloth covering whatever was on top it. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, laughing as you sarcastically remarked,

“Is this some kind of joke? It’s not April, is it?”

“No, but I guess this household treating me with the upmost respect is.”

Your eyes widen. ‘Did that thing under the cloth just speak?” you asked yourself.

The servant removed the cloth and there revealed a turtle. A turtle with a key-shaped hole embedded on its shell. You almost assumed that the turtle smirked at you when he added,

“I know, don’t be too surprised. I plan to get out of this animal once my soul decides to give up. I haven’t always looked like this, ya know.”

Your mouth gaped open as to say something, but you quickly shut it as you didn’t know how to reply. He chuckled,

“Hand me over to them, we’ll talk more when we get to my destination.”

You hesitantly took the pillow from the servant’s hands and remained in shock as you walked out the door. You were careful not to drop him as you got down to the front gates. Gulping as you asked,

“So...my servant wasn’t that specific on me having to leave you in the car or actually riding with you. It’s kind of my fault as I don’t like to listen and talk in the morning...”

You nervously laughed as he looked up to you. He replied,

“It’s quite alright. I was told you have to ride with me. But don’t worry, you won’t have to stay for long. It’s only around a 10 minute ride.”

“Yeah, okay.”

You sat behind the passenger seat and placed the pillow in the middle, right next to your side.

The ride was relatively quiet, you looked out the window as you kept a fist under your chin. Your expression showed that of concern. You were too nervous to say anything. Even though he had joked back earlier, you were afraid he didn’t like you as his voice stayed stern throughout your small talk. You were afraid you had offended him in some way.

Your mood changed when the driver alerted that you had arrived. You thanked him as he opened the door for you, your hands grasped the pillow tightly so the talking turtle wouldn’t fall. You asked him with a small voice.

“Is there anywhere you’d like for me to set you?”

“Yes... put me on top of that balcony over there. I want to look at the lake.”

“Of course.”

You did as he said and sat him on the balcony. Your eyes gleamed when you caught sight of the glimmering water and greenery of the setting. You’ve always known that Italy is one of the most beautiful places in the world but at that time you had forgotten and were fascinated all over again. Like when a child sees a playground for the first time.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked, you nodded.

“Yes, it really is. It’s no wonder you asked me set you on here.”

“Yes... I wanted to look at one more beautiful sight before I go. Like I said earlier, my soul is no longer fit to be here, so I might as well admire my surroundings for now.”

Your mind quickly became curious after he said that. You wanted to know more behind what he meant. You weren’t going back to that car until you got answers. So to make things easy, you started off with asking his name.

“If you don’t mind... would you like to tell me your name?”

“It’s Jean. Jean Pierre Polnareff.”

‘So he’s French.’ you remember thinking, his accent wasn’t too thick but you assumed and your assumption was right. After that, you went on to tell him your name and your experiences before meeting boss Giorno Giovanna. He shared the same with you.

You talked for so long in fact that you paid off the driver of your assigned car to go back and finish his shift early, promising them that you’ll find a ride later yourself.

You ended off the chatty night with placing Jean under a nearby bench and waving at him. You were saddened but Jean said he enjoyed your company so much that he’ll try to stay for longer and that you’re welcome to come him visit him everyday.

And so you did.

For months you came by to talk to him. You were happy to see that his soul wasn’t giving up yet- you knew you would cry if it were to one day. You had come to realize that you love him but you didn’t know if he felt the same way about you. You had only seen his face once- that was the day he decided to show you the physical embodiment of his soul.

You thought (and still think) he was so beautiful. The missing of bottom limbs and blindness in one eye did not bother you at all. His white-silver hair, style and personality is what did it for you. What it did to make you fall in love with his vanity and him. Just him. Jean himself.

~A Year Later~

It’s been a year now and as per usual, you spent half your days speaking to Jean by that same lake you were ordered to drive him to.

Boss Giovanna and Mista have noticed how fast you are in missions since then. They appreciate that you get things done but they still remain curious as to why you’re more happy and less grumpy than you were before. Though they don’t bother to ask, as they’re kind and don’t want to ruin your pure joy.

Today isn’t particularly different. All you had done earlier in the day was speak to a few citizens in town and dealt with giving details to your boss about a certain drug epidemic at a school. Nothing too out of the ordinary, a situation like this occurred at your old school too years back. Your duties were basically done once you learned information got to police.

You drive down to the park where the lake is at, smiling when you see a familiar small green circle on the balcony, looking over the glimmering waters. You park in the nearest lot and lock your car after getting out. You excitedly run over to Jean and smile when he turns his little head to greet you.

“I’m glad you’ve come again.” he says with a smile.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” you reply in a genuine tone.

You go on to talk about random topics and subjects as you always do. The conversation moving onto favorite pieces of literature and genres.

You roll your eyes in embarrassment as you tell him your most favorite one- one that is a fairytale and goes by the name of “The Frog Prince.”

“Well... it’s very fem of me but I really enjoy fairytales. Especially the ones from the Grimm brothers. My favorite is actually “The Frog Prince”

You place your elbow on the rail and use a hand to cover your burning cheek. Hoping that the redness rushing to your face won’t be noticed by Jean and that the sunset covers it up. Jean only laughs and hopes to comfort you when he says,

“Oh, that’s fine. Who cares if it’s feminine? They’re very well written stories and people shouldn’t be ashamed for what they like. I admire that your favorite genre is fairytale, you don’t hear people say that as often, you know?”

His words do comfort you and you thank him for that. He welcomes you and you feel like you’re actually looking into his sapphire eyes. The ones you fell in love with so long ago. You speak up before you’re even able to fully think.

“Say, the frog prince and the princess kissing, huh? Why don’t we kiss and see if it turns you back?”

Shit.

‘Did I really just ask that?’ you ask yourself ‘What the actual hell is wrong with you?!”

“I don’t see why not...”

“Huh?”

You’re stunned. You thought he would get offended for spurting out such a stupid thing. Of course your request won’t work- that shit is from a story book. It’s pure fiction. This is real life.

He’s a turtle now and you’re a human. You can’t and you won’t kiss him. You raise your hands up in defense.

“Hey, no! No need to play along after saying something so stupid to make me feel better. I just blurted that out I’m so sorry-“

“No, it’s okay. And I’m not playing along, I’m being serious. Go ahead. I’ve grown to like you a lot, a small kiss wouldn’t hurt.”

This answer is not what you expected. You nervously fiddle with your fingers as you look around. You sigh as you give in.

“Fine. I like you a lot too and I’ll do it. Let me just-“

You lift up the top half of Jean, his front turtle legs up in the air and his little face staring up at you. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, you slowly lean in and- kiss✨

The turtle falls out of your grasp. You stop puckering your lips and open your eyes. In a panicked state, you frantically look over the balcony and both sides of you to find him. You look forward and gasp. You grab at the railings to hold you steady.

There sits a groaning man on his knees. He rubs at his neck as he silently curses to himself, blinking fast and harshly as he tries to understand what’s going on around him. It’s dark now but the moon shines bright enough for you to get a better glimpse of him. You furrow your eyebrows as you slowly recognize who he is- Jean.

He has that same white-silver hair, sapphire eyes, big stature though the only difference is no eye glass in sight and his “legs” aren’t made out of metal.. they’re completely real. Flesh and all and you know that blood flows right through them like the rest of his body.

“J-Jean?” you whisper.

The man doesn’t hear you. All he does is groan and cross his legs in front of him. He stretches his arms and looks over any possible injuries on him.

“Jean.” you say again, louder this time.

He finally looks up at you. And there they are, those sapphire eyes you love so much. That face you’ve grown to be so fond off. His expression more than surprised. Though that expression quickly changes and softens- his eyes crease and a small smile appears. He says your name. And you tear up after he does.

He attempts to get up but his legs give up on him. You sprint to his side before he falls, letting him use your shoulders as support. He blushes.

“I’m sorry... I haven’t had real legs in years. Apparently I forgot how to use them...”

His voice is softer than before, the sternness isn’t there. He sounds younger almost. You giggle, as you use a hand to wipe at the tears of your eyes.

“Okay, I think I can stand now. Let go of me so I can look at you fully.”

You do as he says and as you watch him wobble, you reach out to help again but he shakes his head, waving your hands off as he’s able to maintain balance. You grin proudly when he does.

Jean turns to face you, he clasps your hands together and brings them up to his lips. You blush as he proceeds to hold them over his heart. He looks at you with pure love in his eyes.

“Thank you. Thank you so much. What you suggested was silly but it worked.”

“Yes, you’re welcome...” you say softly, looking down. He makes you look up again.

“You’re the one, my love. You always have been and always will be. My feelings for you started when we first met, I meant what I said. I have grown to like you a lot though it’s more than “like”- it’s love. And I’m so happy to know you feel the same way.”

You tear up at this and hug him. He hugs you back and you can’t believe that he does.

The turtle is no more and you have your true love back to human form.

He raises your chin up with his thumb and pointer, he kisses you and you kiss him back. The kiss long and meaningful.

You’re happy to know that the man you love, loves you too.

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like the sun coming out

part of the cloubusting universe. a continuation of the story of painter!harry and barista!mc. icy february mornings, valentine’s dates, and soft painting sessions.

pairing: harry x reader warnings: language, sexual content words: 9.3k

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an: hello and happy valentines day💕 im sorry to be a day late but everyday is valentines if you want it to be <3 i hope this finds you well, this is again, just more sweetness because i cant help it. hope everyone has a wonderful loved fill day, happy reading, and as always let me know what you think 💕💕

You eyed the bouquet sitting by the pastry case. The red of the roses were bright, easily contrasted with the adorning baby’s breath – a classic bouquet that was probably sold out all over town considering the date.

Holding your mug high by your mouth in both hands, warming your cold fingers as you blew lightly over the hot coffee. Standing by the space heater that kept its place under the counter, reveling in the warmth before you had to open the café.

You glanced at your phone that sat on the counter, tapping the screen to check the time. 6:27. You had three minutes. And two minutes since you had last checked, two minutes and still no new text notifications.

Sighing, you leant back over the counter and watched the few cars drive by outside, spending those three minutes you had enjoying your coffee.

Sunday’s were always unpredictable. A lot factored into how busy a shift would be, the weather being the main factor. But then there were holiday’s which for whatever reason were even busier. So working a sunny Valentine’s Day, you could more or less determine that it wouldn’t be long before a line formed out the door. All you could hope was that the line ups would form in the afternoon, when you were free from work.

You weren’t that lucky.

An expected slow start, but as soon as the sun rose higher in the sky you found yourself unable to catch a break. And when Saya came in, it seemed to get even busier. Regulars, big families, couples going for walks – it was all expected but you still felt your mood worsen while your shift went on. It was one of those days, where you’d spill milk and drop cups, a day where nothing seemed to be going right.

The only good thing about a busy day is that time flew by fast. Soon it was just past two o’clock, and you were clocking out while eyeing the newly forming lineup that was officially no longer your concern.

Pulling on your coat, grabbing your bag, and sending one more glance at your phone, before you were heading out the door. There had only been a few notifications – none of them being the one you were waiting to see. You had decided that if Harry didn’t say anything to you by five o’clock, that you would text him again. Or maybe you should call.

You had texted him late last night, unable to sleep before your early shift, and the messages were still left unanswered.

It was only silly little fight, you couldn’t even remember how it had started, just a quiet annoyance. Something about you having to work all week, and suddenly he wasn’t answering your texts. But now it was now nearly twelve hours since it happened and you were growing worried that he was more upset with you than you’d initially thought.

Your walk home was cold, and slow, as exhausted manifested in the balls of your feet. You easily gave in to the overwhelming urge to pull off your boots and slide into bed for a moment as soon as you got home. Your music was still playing in your earbuds, moving it over to your little speaker as you pulled the covers up under your chin and rested your cheek on your pillow. A little lie down was very much needed at the moment.

A faint buzzing echoed around you.

Consciousness came slowly. You groggily opened your eyes, peering out your window to see the sky still light, meaning your little nap couldn’t have been as long as it felt. You slowly realized that the faint buzzing was coming from your phone, which was likely buried somewhere deep in the duvet around you.

Searching for where the sound was coming from, you found the phone under your pillow as you flipped it up, seeing Harry’s name across the screen.

“Hello,” your voice was a bit shaky, after you had accepted the call and pressed the phone to your ear. Rolling onto your back, you stared up at the ceiling and rubbed the back of your hand over your eyes, no doubt smudging the makeup you’d completely forgotten about.

“Did I wake you?” Harry sounded like he was on speakerphone.

“It’s okay,” you cleared your throat.

“How was work?” His voice sounded clearer now.

“Busy,” you sighed. “People are stupid on holidays.”

“Too tired to keep plans for tonight?”

Your lips curved lightly, already feeling better at the lightness in his tone. “Thought you were mad at me.”

“Couldn’t be,” you could hear the smile in his own voice. “I’m sorry – for last night. I’m frustrated with my work and well, I was being petty, and selfish with your time –”

He cut himself off, as you raised yourself up over the mattress again to search for your phone charger. “Not your fault,” you hummed, after plugging the phone in. “I’m sorry too.”

“Don’t be – can’t be mad at you for doing your job. So it’s a yes for tonight?”

You bit back your smile, even though he couldn’t see you. “Suppose so. It is Valentine’s day, isn’t it?”

“It is, yeah. And I don’t want to give too much away but I have a few things planned for us.”

“Bit of a romantic, aren’t you?”

You heard him laugh through the phone. “Been told that once or twice, yeah.”

Smiling, you bit the inside of your cheek. “What time?”

“Did you still want to lie down for a bit?”

He knew you well. “I can come to yours in an hour or so,” he continued, “and then we can head to the store together to grab some groceries.”

“That sound’s good,” you said, happy to hear you had a little more time to lie in bed.

“So I’ll see you in a bit?” He confirmed, as you checked the time on your phone and thought that maybe you should set an alarm, in case you fell back asleep.

“You will.”

After saying your goodbyes, you spent a few minutes checking your notifications before sleep sneaked back up on you. Another nap that felt like it could’ve been five minutes or five minutes took over your body, but the next time you woke up, you finally felt rested. In fact, you woke up with a smiling tugging at the corner of your mouth, giddy for the night you had planned with your partner.

Rolling onto your back, the calm you felt was quickly interrupted.

“Jesus!”

Your heart leapt through your throat. Quickly lifting your top half over the mattress, you let your weight rest on your elbows as the duvet bunched around you.

Harry was sitting on the other side of your bed, opened book in hand with his legs extended out over the duvet. His eyes were wide on yours, your exclamation clearly startling him as well.

You saw his mouth part, a gleam in his eyes as he peered down at where you were watching him with wide eyes. “Not quite.”

You felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest, trying to calm yourself down from the shock of seeing Harry, or anyone else for that matter, sitting in your bed.

He offered you a small smile with a quirk in his lips, placing his book down next to him and cleared his throat. “Didn’t mean to startle you –”

You fell back against the mattress, lying on your back as you stared up at the ceiling. It wasn’t anything new – him letting himself into your place. You each had the other’s set of keys, but this was surely a first that he had sat himself down next to you while you slept.

“When did you get here?”

He checked his phone, before glancing back at you. “About ten minutes ago – looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you just yet.”

“Well thank you for that,” you rolled your head on your pillow, smiling up at him. “Happy Valentine’s day.”

Watching as the corner of his lips perked, he returned your sentiment. “Happy Valentine’s to you too,” he hummed, leaning over the small space between the both of you to press a light kiss over your lips.

He wrapped a hand around your shoulders, leaning down to kiss you once more. “Sorry again,” he murmured over your mouth.

You both pulled away with matching small smiles. “Let me go get ready,” murmuring quietly, you slowly pulled the warm comforter off your body. “I’ll be fast.”

Quickly crawling out from under the covers, going to get ready. You freshened up your makeup that had been rubbed off in your sleep, soft hues to accentuate your features as you took a little longer than planned when you attempted a different kind of eye look with your eyeliner.

Finishing with a small outfit change that you had already planned out ahead of time, a red silky skirt that hit just above your ankles, paired with a nice knit pink top that had little ties holding the front closed. You looked like Valentine’s Day had threw up over you and you loved it.

You were both soon exiting your apartment, hand in hand to the grocery store, and then back to his place for a nice dinner date together.

You had already planned on making a creamy quiche, filled with vegetables and a golden buttery crust. The dough had already been made ahead of time, only needing to take it out of the fridge so it could warm up a bit before filling it with all you wanted.

Wine had been poured, both already on your second glass by the time your dinner was in the oven.

Both impatient and wanting to exchange gifts, you sat yourselves down on the couch and handed each other your wrapped presents. Deciding on lowkey gifts, the two of you both having the same idea of gifting each other flowers as two bouquets now sat in vases on Harry’s windowsill.

He had gifted you a journal, thick paper bound together with a custom cover of his own art that he had gotten printed on a soft vellum. It was one your favourite painting of his, soft oranges that blended with light purples in a beautiful sun kissed sky. Vague outline of two silhouettes sat on the lower corner, two figures that blended with quiet blues and held each other close on a glowing empty street – two silhouettes who he always told you were the both of you.

Your gift to him was a thick light blue sweater, adorned with a small pattern of purple hearts over the front. You had immediately thought of him when you found it. Wanting to make it even more special, in orange thread you had embroidered the word “loved” right over the spot that would rest on his heart. He’d immediately pulled it over his head to wear.

Dinner had been followed by chocolate covered strawberries, those of which you had attempted to make yourself but had found to be not as easy as initially thought, a small mess of melted chocolate covering his kitchen counter to be delt with later. But that didn’t matter all that much not when you were sharing them with Harry.

Now you were both seated on the couch, a soft glow of candlelight around you mixed with the light coming from outside. You and Harry were curled up close together, both unable to stop looking at each other with heart shaped eyes.

“I’ve never really had a real Valentine’s day,” you’d told him, pouring yourself another glass of wine.

“Glad I could give you one,” he grinned at you, voice sounding melodic in your ears as couldn’t take your eyes off him. He looked particular good, his hair falling softly around his sharp features, brand new seater fitting perfectly over his chest. “Though I think it’s you who makes it special.”

You only laughed lightly, both the wine and his words making your head spin. You were sat across from each other on the couch knees pressed together with the occasional brush of a hand over the other’s leg, like two magnets who had to touch each other.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he chuckled with his eyes narrowed on yours.

“Like what?”

“You know like what,” he swirled the rest of the wine that sat in his glass, tilting it back against his lips to swallow the rest of it.

Choosing not to answer him, you instead leant forward closer to him. You didn’t miss the way his eyes dropped down to the expand of skin that led to the lowcut neckline of your shirt.

He mirrored you move, sitting forward and slowly closing the distance between the both of you. Your eyes dropped to his hand that had gone to rest over your knee, not thinking much as you rested your fingertips over his and traced the lines over his hand.

“I was thinking,” he hummed, hand dancing over your thigh.

You only nodded, watching him closely as you waited for him to continue.

“Remember our first date?”

You raised your glass to take a sip of the dark red alcohol. “Course I do,” you answered. “When you invited me over to paint?”

Harry nodded. Lifting an arm to rest over the back of the couch, you subconsciously shifted closer into his open side. “What do you say to doing that again?”

“You want to paint with me again?” You nudged his side with your elbow, a light teasing tone in your words. “With your muse?”

“I’m serious,” he laughed with a small shake in his chest. He rose from where he was sat next to you, going over to the corner of the room where he kept his boxes and drawers of supplies.

You rose from your relaxed position, sitting up straight on the couch. “You mean right now?”

He glanced over at you from over his shoulder, digging through his things for what he needed. “Why not?”

“Clothes are too nice to get paint on,” you laughed lightly, watching him pull out a small canvas and fully turn to face you.

“You don’t have to paint,” he murmured, walking back over to you and leaned down so that his face was at level with yours. “How about I paint you,” he pressed his lips to yours, “since y’look so pretty.”

“Sweet talker,” you hummed over his mouth, and he pressed one more peck to your lips before pulling away. “Where do you want me?”

“Where you are is good,” he shifted back from the couch, settling a short distance away from you with all he needed to paint. “Sit back – relax.”

Doing as he said, you watched as he got himself organized and was soon bending over a little blank canvas and laying colour reds and pinks all over it.

You were both quiet for a while – you watching him, and him dividing his time between watching you and the soft strokes of his brush over the canvas. Only the quiet hums of Vashti Bunyan filled the space of the room.

At one point, sweet soft little Cherry had bounced up onto the couch and sat with you for a moment as you covered her in affection, before she decided she didn’t want to be seen anymore and promptly left.

You had fallen into a small daze, not a tired one but a relaxed one, nearly entranced by the way Harry moved the brush so swiftly and delicately over the canvas.

After a while, you didn’t know how long, he murmured your name, head still looking down as he spoke lowly.

Only humming in response, you looked over at him as you watched his eyes flick up to yours.

“Skirts riding up a bit,” he spoke slowly, watching you with a gleam in his eyes.

“Oops,” you murmured quietly, “didn’t want me to move that much, right?”

He shook is head. “Don’t mind –” he shot you a sly little smile, and it could’ve just been the dim lighting but you were sure to have caught a little blush grace his cheeks.

You shifted your legs again, sliding your calves under your bum with a tilt to your torso, as the hem of the skirt rode up a bit higher. You saw Harry glance back down, as you were unable to help the teasing tone in your voice. “What is it?”

“Just distracting is all,” he didn’t look up at you but you could see the roundness in his cheeks that suggested his grin.

“Yeah?” You spoke lightly, moving again while you rose a hand to tug on one of the ties at the top of your blouse, pulling it open to reveal more of your chest. “Wouldn’t want that –”

He glanced at you as you cut yourself off, a short second of heavy eyes on you, following the gap that the fabric created with a dip down to the top of your breasts. You saw him pause, momentarily distracted before he looked back down to his painting with a shake to his head.

It was like that for a short while, a slow quiet game as Harry took longer and longer glances at you and you slowly teased him with soft movements. It was nearly embarrassing how easily you could get worked up over a simple stare, the intensity of his gaze that skimmed over your body always seemed to completely light you on fire.

Though it was him who gave in first, the painting not going nearly as smoothly as it was when he first started as he felt unable to think clearly, mind only occupied with thoughts of you. He found himself focusing on the curve of your lips, the dip of your chest, the way your eyes softened when his gaze met yours – he was unable to do anything but think about you.

Eventually, he placed his brush in his little cup of water, glancing back up at you for a beat before speaking. “D’you know what else I remember from our first date?”

Seeing him rise to his feet, he stretched out his legs before taking the few steps needed to be standing directly in front of you. You only looked up at him, tilting your chin up and watched him hover in front of you. He leant down and placed a hand on either side of you, palms dipping into the couch cushions.

When he leant lower so that his face was level with yours, you straightened out your spine a bit to sit completely parallel to him. He got impossibly close, tip of his nose about to brush over yours if you were to move half an inch.

“What else?” You whispered, watching as Harry flicked his eyes down to watch your mouth form the words.

“How it ended,” he closed the short distance, lips pressing over yours as when he spoke.

“You walking me home?” You pulled your head back an inch, eyes meeting his once again.

“Hmm,” he thought for a second. “The middle then.”

“May have to jog my memory,” you murmured, watching his lips curve up a bit before placing another kiss to your mouth.

You easily deepened the kiss, reaching a hand around him to grab over the back of his neck to pull him in for more. He remained hovering over you with his hands over the couch, mouths parting when you licked over his lips.

He tasted like the strawberries you had shared, a fruity sweetness mixed with the slightly bitter dark chocolate. You were sure you tasted the same – you wondered if you had a distinct taste that mingled with his when you kissed. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, one hand moving to the back of his neck to brush your fingertips over the warm skin.

He leant into your touch, shifting closer in so that his face could be at level with your own. He easily deepened the kiss, one hand rising from where it was supporting him and cupped your cheek with a firm grip to tilt your chin up to his.

“Mm,” he hummed softly over your mouth, pulling away from you for a beat. He bent his knees and sank down to the floor in front of you, and you followed his movements with your own, head tilting down to remain at level with his.

“Started a bit like this, didn’t it?” Your lips perked at his words, feeling his other hand move up over the couch and onto your hip, hands freed to grab at you all he wanted now that he didn’t need to support himself up.

“Think I need a little more to remember,” you told him, feeling his fingers knead over the silky fabric of your skirt and into your rounded skin.

He gladly complied, craning his neck up so that your mouths could reconnect.

You felt hot under his touch. His thumb was tracing the soft line of your jaw until it was gliding the curve of your bottom lip, while his other hand circled around the small of you back and tugged you closer towards the end of the couch, closer to him.

You sighed affectionately into his mouth as he rested his forearms over your folded legs. He was pressing his weight over you, a welcomed touch that had you leaning in closer as you sought out more of his mouth.

Pulling away with a small suck over his bottom lip, you watched his eyelids slowly part open to gaze up at you with darkened eyes.

“Wait right here,” he muttered, suddenly standing up and walking away from you with a quick pace in his step. You watched him move to the kitchen, the expanse of his back was the only thing visible to you from around the corner. You heard him run the tap for a moment before turning it off, and he was back in front of you just as fast. Settling himself back on his knees between your parted legs, his hands wasted no time before feeling your bare skin once more.

You suddenly felt a flush overtake your body, at the realization of what he had just done. At the realization that he had just washed the paint from his hands.

“Are you done painting for now?” You rose one of your hands up and traced the line of his cheek as you spoke, fingertips rising to push back some of the hair that was falling over his forehead.

“Well, you are a pretty convincing distraction, sunshine,” he kissed over your chin, urging you to tilt your head up while his lips slipped down your neck. His wet mouth suckled over your skin, while one of his hands traipsed over your hips, doing his best to wrap his arm around them to tug you closer.

He suddenly pulled away, just as his teeth nipped at the skin above your collarbone while his hot breath warmed your chest. “I think that first time was,” he muttered, head hanging low between your two bodies, watching his hands flatten over your thighs. He squeezed your knee, urging you to unfold your legs and part them around him. “More like this.”

You did as he silently asked, bringing your legs out from under your bum and swung your claves over the edge of the couch. With your knees perfectly parted, Harry easily stayed where he was in front of you now encased between your legs.

Instead of skimming his hands over the fabric of your skirt like you thought he would, he instead rested his chin on the corner of your leg and brought his fingers up over the waistband and on to the skin that was hidden under your shirt. You watched in quiet anticipation as he raised the knit blouse up a bit higher, all while his breath heated your legs.

“You’re the sweetest thing, know that?” Harry murmured, twisting his head so that his lips could smooth over the spot above your knee.

You whined under his touch, feeling his mouth press higher on the inside of your thighs while your skirt slowly inched up, nearly completely exposing you.

You placed your palms on the back of his hands that held your waist, grabbing a hold of his fingers to bring them lower down your body. He easily complied, gripping the silky fabric that covered your hips in his fingers as he slowly eased it up higher. He followed the hem of your skirt with his eyes, as more and more skin got exposed to him until the fabric was completely bunched up around the edge of your thighs.

You shifted over the couch, allowing the garment to move past your bum until it was bunched just bellow your waist. You didn’t move your eyes away from Harry, watching as his hands dropped to hold your bare thighs, his own eyes glued to your newly exposed centre.

“Sunshine,” his voice was breathless as his hands held the skirt over your form. “What’s all this?”

“It’s new,” you whispered, revelling in the way his warm hands moved over the curve of your hips and onto the delicate underwear that covered you. You keened into his touch, feeling hot under his hungry eyes. “Thought of you when I found it –”

He groaned low in his throat, one hand sliding around your soft skin until his fingers were brushing over the thin straps around your hips “Baby,” he said lowly, watching the way the swell of the skin moved under his touch. “For me?”

The underwear was a light blue mesh fabric, with thin straps that rose high over your hips and tied shut with little bows. In small patterns that covered the expanse of the front, was a delicate embroidery in light whites and oranges; a trail of white little flowers paired with bunches of oranges.

You bent forward, searching for his mouth as your fingers lightly held his jaw to move him closer to where you wanted him. He craned his neck up, mouth immediately finding yours, kissing you hotly while his hands roamed over your skin.

“Please tell me there’s a matching top,” he muttered into your mouth, fingers tugging at your blouse.

You placed your hands over his, promptly removing your shirt. He pulled back from you, sitting on his heals, watching you with heavy eyes while you pulled the soft fabric over your head and tossed it aside.

His hands remained firm over your hips, eyes eating up inch of your skin. He quietly dragged his fingertips up your sides, dragging them up onto the underside of your breasts as he watched the swell of skin move under his touch.

“Like it?” You hummed, meeting his dark eyes with a tilt of your chin.

The top matched the bottom, underwire of the bra keeping your breasts up as the cups were thin and sheer, covered in the same small colourful embroidered of oranges and flowers. Harry lightly traced the patterns with his fingertips, wanting to feel every inch of the bra.

He didn’t answer you, and only leaned in closer so that he could press his lips over your stomach, soft smoothing movements up to your sternum while his hands palmed over your breasts. He followed the embroidered detailing over your pebbled nipple with light teasing touches.

“You’re a dream,” his hot beath sent a shiver down your spine, lips smoothing back down once more as his hands got a firm grip over your thighs. “Nothing I love more –” he inhaled deeply, “than being between your leg like this.”

He completely bypassed where you hoped he would end up, instead kissing up over the inside of your legs, hands smoothing on your thighs to give him more access. He dug his digits into the soft skin, lips replacing his touch as hot open-mouthed kisses licked over the sensitive spots.

You knew where he was headed, you knew he loved to play this game with you, but you were growing a bit impatient as he sucked into the inside of your thighs, no doubt leaving marks that would bruise a purplish red tomorrow.

“Baby-“

“Baby what?” He muttered over your thigh, loud kiss on the skin. “What d’you want? Tell me,” his tongue licked over your skin, a small nip of his teeth over the sensitive skin.

“Your mouth,” you whimpered, hands smoothing over his the crook of his shoulder and up over his neck in search for his hair to tug on.

“Where?” His breath was oh so hot, fanning over your skin in a way that you were sure would light you on fire if he continued. His fingertips toyed with the thin fabric that covered you, snapping the elastic over your skin as your breath hitched in your throat.

“You know –” you choked, feeling a new wave of heat shoot through your stomach when his hands wrapped around your thighs. “Just like our first date, right?”

“Right,” his chest shook with a soundless laugh, hands reaching behind to hold over your bum and tugging you even closer to him. He was so close you could feel the soft breaths of air leave his nose and tickle the crest of your thighs. You were sure that there was a wet spot forming over your new underwear, visible to the man between your thighs. “Want me to taste you, just like the first time?”

You hummed in the air, unable to form a proper sentence when his tongue poked out from his lips and he pressed it flat against your covered core.

“Was that,” he pulled his mouth away far to fast, “when you knew?”

His fingers were tugging at the soft straps that were tight around your hips, easing the fabric down ever so slowly. You let out a breathy sigh, “what?”

Moving his head back, Harry kept his eyes glued to the skin his fingers were uncovering. “Was that when you knew you liked me?”

A breathy laugh escaped your lips, as you rose your hips up so that he could ease the flimsy material down your thighs. “That wasn’t it.”

He was so enthralled with the sight of you in front of him, that there was a slight lag while he processed your words. Moving back as your underwear hung just above your knees, glancing up to meet your gaze through heavy eyelids.

His swollen lips pouted. “When was it, then?”

Smiling down at your lover, your fingers found their way over his cheek once again, trailing over the curve of his cheekbone and down to his jaw. “When you kept bugging me at work,” you laughed slightly at the memory, “and when you wanted to stay and close the shop with me.”

Another kiss to your thigh. “And I really knew when you brought me those mandarin oranges.”

His eyes bore into yours, another exaggerated pout of his mouth. “That was after.”

“Well,” you hummed, nails scratching over his scalp, “had to make sure, didn’t I?”

“Guess you did,” he leant in even closer, a kiss right at the crest of your thigh that had your breath hitching in your throat.

You saw him move, but it was still a small shock when his mouth was felt over your folds. After a light lick of his tongue, he was pulling away within seconds.

He urged your legs to further part for him, wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull to spread you wider. His mouth was back on you within seconds, tongue pushing against your clit with slow licks over the sensitive nub.

Mouth widening over your centre, tasting more of your arousal. A quiet moan escaped your mouth when he circled his lips over your clit, sucking with quiet determination.

He had one hand gripping into your thigh, sure to be little crescent moon shapes left behind from his nails that would be indented as a reminder for how good he makes you feel. You let your head fall back, hitting the back of the couch with a near uncomfortable bend to your back, but you didn’t care. One of your hands was still mussing up his hair, tugging at the soft strands when his mouth felt particularly good against your clit.

Your other hand was being blindly sought after by Harry’s own palm, eyes glanced up through his eyelashes to meet your own with a sly smile tugging on the corner of his mouth. He seemed to wordlessly speaking to you, quiet lustful gazes before delving back in with slow, teasing movements through your folds.

His palm fit over the back of your hand. He held over you, moving your pliable hand to turn it in his grasp, fingers dancing with yours all while you both pushed into the seat of the couch.

“Hold m’hand,” his voice was muffled over your cunt, soft vibrations shooting up your spine both at the feeling of him speaking and the tenderness of his words.

You easily interlocked your fingers, palms pressed together as you dug your nails in the back of his hand when his tongue was back searching for the arousal that was dripping over your skin.

His moves into your cunt were slow, too slow. Tongue flattening over your folds with deep pushes into you, before soft teasing circles were graced over your clit. You were arching your back over the couch, hips seeking his mouth as you quietly begged for more. He alternated between pushing just over the entrance of your hole, sliding through the wet mess and up to your clit to pull beautiful moans from you.

“Taste so sweet,” his groaned, as you whimpered for more. “D’you like it when I eat your sweet little cunt like this?”

You rolled your hips up at his words. He often muttered sweet confessions of love, and dirty little thoughts. But when he got like this, when his words turned you to a mess of a puddle while he indulged the both of you, you couldn’t help but feel like you were melting under him.

The two of you had a certain kind of completeness when you had sex – a passionate unity that worked together. He would let you take charge when you wanted, so attentive to what you needed and loving nothing more than seeing you get off.

But sometimes you set off a certain stir deep in his stomach, that had him wanting to pin you down and be as unrelenting as he could until you were screaming his name.

His desire grew the louder you got, the desire to make you come and the desire for you¸ as simple as that. Every sweet vibration through your chest, every quiet whimper and every call of his name that you unashamedly whimpered out. He knew the more he teased the more desperate you’d get, and he also knew it wouldn’t take much asking on your part for him to give in to anything you wanted.

After a particularly harsh tug to his hair, he lifted his mouth from where it was paying you attention and you let out an even louder whine in the absence of his touch.

“Harry,” you moaned sweetly, your eyes boring into his, both holding intense stares while you were positively begging for him. “Please make me come.”

His lips brushed over your thigh once again, looking up at you through his eyelashes as you pleaded for him to touch you. He didn’t say anything, and instead dragged his free hand around your thigh and to your centre, until he had two fingers dragged through the wetness created both by your arousal and his saliva.

You let out a heavy breath at the touch, chest quickly rising and falling while your heartbeat thundered in your ears. Harry watched as the swell of your breasts strained against the soft blue fabric, pausing for a moment as he wanted to keep your fingers interlocked but also wanted to feel up the skin of your chest.

Deciding on the former, he kept your hands together and pressed the back of your hand further into the cushions of the couch. His other hand was trailing lower, his fingers now slick with you around your entrance before he pushed into you with ease.

You moaned under his touch, the fullness of his fingers inside of you had you twisting your hips over the couch as you ached to feel him hit that delicious spot inside of you.

His mouth was back over the inside of your thighs, your skin burning under his touch when he kissed over the little red marks that he had earlier made, just as they were starting to darken in colour. He was all over you at once open lips back over your clit and licking deeply with determined moves of his tongue over you. His fingers slowly began to move inside of you, curling the two digits up as he gained a steady pace and repeatedly hit that smooth spongey spot inside of you that made your vision blur and your toes curl.

You were having trouble keeping your eyes open, letting your head fall back once more as your free hand pulled at his hair, subconsciously matching the brushes of your hand with his slow strokes. Your other hand was pulling at Harry’s, squeezing it so tightly as he was working you up.

The familiar burning in your lower belly was growing hotter and hotter, tight coil getting closer to snapping. You could feel his nose pressed against your pelvis, his chin bumping his own fingers after particularly harsh thrusts – he was completely buried between your thighs. You were sure to be making a mess over his lower face, the thought making you squirm even more in his touch.

Letting out a loud gasp at the low vibrations that were felt when Harry moaned, when he muttered quiet words that demanded all of your attention to figure out what he was saying.

“This what you wanted, sunshine?” He pulled his lips away, loud kisses over your thighs as he watched you slowly unravel under him, refusing to keep his mouth off any part of you.

He couldn’t choose where he wanted to keep his gaze. At your soft blissed out face with your lips under your teeth and fluttering eyelids, or at the expanse of your chest with the beautiful garment that graced your skin, or right in front of him at your swollen cunt that was shining in arousal and at the way his fingers sank into of you.

The music was still softly playing the background, a quiet secondary noise to every melodic moan that was sounding from your throat, the music in fact all but forgotten when obscenely wet sounds filled the space once more.

“Oh – Harry,” you moaned when his tongue was back over you, knowing you were growing closer to your release from the way you clenched around his fingers.

“Feels good?” He asked, as if it wasn’t already obvious.

You whined with a nod, holding onto him as tightly as you could. “So good – fuck,” you moaned, hips bucking up when your climax was right around the corner. Words were spilling from your mouth, sentences jumbling without much sense. “Love you so –”

He hummed over you, his hand giving yours a few quick squeezes as he felt you clench around his fingers. Again, he murmured something that you couldn’t even begin to make out, focusing on his touch rather than his words.

“Y’love me?” His voice rang through yours ear, suddenly louder than your thundering heartbeat.

“Yeah,” your voice was a dreamy breath of air. “I do.”

He mumbled something that sounded like a “fucking love you,” before you were meeting your release against his mouth and around his fingers. He didn’t relent, mouth hot and open over you with continuous tugs to your clit as his fingers pushed so deeply inside of you.

You moaned low in your chest as you came, every touch of his skin on yours sending electricity through your nerves. Your legs jolted from around him at the sensitivity of your clit, as he kept sliding his tongue over the bundle of nerves while you calmed down from your orgasm.

Eyes parting open, you saw Harry pull away from between your legs as he fully sat back on his legs and withdrew his fingers from you. With his fingertips trailing down your thighs, he rose his slicked fingers up to his mouth to taste every last bit of you.

Your breath was coming out unevenly, and you nearly moaned at the erotic sight before you. His wet lips kissed your knee once more, his voice was low, laced with desire when he spoke your name. “How was that?”

You didn’t answer right away, a smile pulling at your lips as you shook with a happy laugh. Pushing yourself up from the couch, you used all the strength in your shaky legs to slide off the furniture and into the lap of your lover.

“Just like the first time,” you breathed, words fanning over his chin as he easily held you in an embrace.

He felt like he was losing feeling in his legs, small soreness in his knees so he shifted you over him until he was able to extend his legs out over the floor and you could straddle his thighs. Completely removing the skirt, you tossed it aside as you were left in only your lingerie. Upon his request, you had slid your underwear back on instead of letting it fall to the floor. He hummed against you when you easily fell back into each other, lips seeking your mouth in a desperate, messy kiss.

Slowly grinding your hips over his, every inch of him hard underneath you could be felt. Harry rolled his head back on his neck, exposing the expanse of skin to you as you repeated the motion over his hips.

Taking the chance to lean in closer, your lips landed over his neck in light sucks of kisses. “Love you,” he whispered into the air, fingertips digging into the skin of your waist.

“Yeah?” You hummed over his skin, licking a strip up the column of his neck. One of your hands danced along his throat, tracing down until your fingers were following the dip of his collarbone and circling around his back. “Do you?”

“You have no idea,” he breathed, chin dipping down once again as his nose nudged yours when he sought out your lips.

Leaving kiss up over his cheek, you didn’t stop until your teeth lightly tugged at his earlobe. “How do you want me?”

You felt his hands brush along your bare back, slow and steady movements that juxtaposed with both of your rapidly beating hearts.

“Pull me out, angel,” he already felt your hands playing with the waistband of his pants, soft tugs at the rough fabric.

As your fingers made quick work to pull at the zipper of his trousers, he momentarily lifted his hands from your body so that he could pull his shirt up over his head. His skin was warm when he wrapped his arms around once again, shifting his hips so that you could move his pants and briefs down together in one swift move.

Having to lift off him so that you could completely let the clothes fall from his legs, you pushed the heap of fabric aside before quickly settling back into his lap. His cock looked painfully hard, a soft curve upwards that led to his raspberry red tip.

Your hands were on him within seconds, bowing your head in the small space between the two of you. Pursing your lips, you let spit fall from your mouth and onto his length. Sliding your hands over the wetness, Harry gently groaned your name with a tight grab at your hips when you squeezed him in your grasp.

“Please,” he quietly cursed, watching you with darkened eyes as another moan tumbled from his mouth. “Wanna feel you –”

You pressed a kiss over his cupid’s bow. “Like this?” You smiled gently against his mouth, “on the floor?”

He returned your smile hands on either side of you as he tried to pull you closer to where he wanted you sat over him. “Just like our first date, yeah?”

Breathy laugh at his words, you slowly nodded and shifted your hips higher. You were about to grab at the elastics of your underwear, going to pull them back down over your hips but Harry was quick to stop you. “Keep ‘em on,” he whispered, silly little smirk playing at his lips, “just push them aside.”

Folding your lips into your mouth, you bit back a smile as you knew he’d ask you to keep the bra on as well. Doing as he wanted, you rose a hand from his shoulder to pull the front of your underwear to the side, with the other hand still keeping a firm grasp over his cock. He was supporting himself up with on hand on the floor behind him, so that he could remain so close to you. His legs bent at the knee, making you edge towards him with your chests nearly pressed together, and the soft move prompted you to slide the head of his cock through your folds.

Easing him in with a slow move, you lowered your hips as he filled you so deeply until you were sat completely flush together. His chest shook with a moan as you did so, hands squeezing into your thighs as you both sat motionless for a moment.

He fit so deeply into you, with the slight stretch that always felt brand new. You rose your hands to wrap around his shoulders, nails nearly clawing at his skin to pull him in for a kiss.

“You feel perfect,” he moaned against your mouth, guiding your hips to urge you to move in small grinds over his. “Squeezing me so tight.”

With you both sat upright, he always felt even deeper inside of you in this position. You ground your hips in slow circles, starting to move in teasing grinds, before lifting yourself up over him and then back down in a sharper thrust than you’d intended.

You moaned over him, head falling into the crook of his neck as you muttered something about how deep he felt inside of you.

Repeating the motion, Harry planted his feet over the floor with an even greater bend to his legs that had your seated so fully against him. He met your moves, slow and sharp thrusts between your legs that already had you working towards a second orgasm.

One of his hands skimmed over your hips, sliding between your bodies with as his fingers applied a light pressure to your lower belly. His voice was gravelly when he moaned into your cheek. “Feel me right here?”

“Yeah,” you sighed dreamily, eyes shutting close with a harsh bite to your bottom lip. You tilted your head back up, another deep thrust inside of you. “Always so deep.”

Harry’s hand found its way to your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin in a soothing gentle action. He quietly urged you to open your eyes for him, to stare into his as he wanted you to see how good you were making him feel.

You saw him with slightly bloodshot eyes, cheeks tinted pink and a light dewiness to his skin. He looked so completely blissed out, corner of his swollen lips turned to a sly smile. Bowing his head down, he attached his lips to your collarbone and left a trail of wet marks over your skin until his teeth were nipping at the swell of your breasts that were spilling out from the top of your bra.

Arching your back in his touch, you slowed the movements of your hips again and went back slow rutting, clenching around him when he whined your name with a matching squeeze of his hand that had found its hold on your hip once more.

Without much warning, he lowered himself to lay completely on the floor, back resting over the soft rug as he didn’t have the energy to hold himself up any longer. He let his knees bent further with his feet on the floor, keeping you in your place as he was able to hit slow teasing thrusts up into you.

His eyes never left you, watching you sat so beautifully as both his hands now grabbed at your hips, guiding you over him. He found it hard to look away from where you were connected, watching his slick cock disappear inside of you. “So gorgeous, sunshine,” he was muttered quietly, “how did I get so lucky?”

Both of your motions were speeding up again, his thrusts meeting yours harder than before as he found that his release was coming right around the corner. He reveled in the way his name sounded from your mouth, as you clenched tightly around him with your own orgasm seeming to approach as well.

You had flattened out your hands over the expanse of his chest, giving yourself leverage while you moved over his length. Your head hung low, nails digging into his skin when he hit that spot inside of you that made your breathing falter. “Oh…!” You whimpered wetly, “there, there please.”

His stomach clenched tightly at your cries, feeling you squeeze around him his fingers matched the squeeze around your hips. He kept going, watching you fall more and more into a whimpering mess over him until he felt like he was about to explode.

“Slow down,” he choked, a harsh hold of your thighs in an attempt to stop your rapid moves. “Slow down,” he chanted, wild moves of his eyes between your own. “Stay like this for a moment.”

Doing as he asked, you completely halted and gave yourself a moment to catch your breath. Bending down, you laid completely on top of him which gave a nice ease to your knees. Pressing your chest flush to his, your chins bumped as you smiled down at him.

He didn’t miss any more time before pressing his sweet lips over yours, kissing you with all the desire that was apparent in his eyes. Your lips parted as he pushed his tongue against yours, tasting each other for what was probably the thousandth time but it always felt like the first.

Your arms were easily all over him, nails digging into the muscles of his arms as he kissed you deeply. He pulled back with a tug to your bottom lip with his teeth, licking over the sensitive skin after releasing the plump skin.

“My sunshine,” he hummed, lips capturing your chin as he moved further down your body. Kissing over your jaw, a soft bit over just under your earlobe as he knew every spot that made you whine.

With his hands guiding your hips, you slowly began to move around him once more. Straightening out your spine to rise to a seated position, you watched as one of Harry’s hands moved forward to cup over your core, right above where you were connected.

“Won’t last much longer,” he whimpered, already working right back near his edge as soon as you started sinking back down on him.

You moaned in agreement, also easily getting worked closer to your release when he dragged his fingers over your clit in quick circles. You were both finding another steady rhythm, hips pumping together as the noise of your actions filled the room, only seeming to spur you on.

“Please come for me again,” he moaned, begging to feel you squeeze him dry. “Wanna feel you – please.”

It was like something was opened inside of you, meeting your release as he begged from under you. Moaning his name with heaving breaths, feeling your walls clench around him when your orgasm took over your body. Your thighs tensed, eyes squeezing shut with a little smile painting your mouth at the euphoria coursing through your body.

“Fuck – it’s gonna be,” your movements had slowed over him as you came, while Harry spluttered nearly incoherently, “– I’m coming.” He warned, a sharp thrust up into you before he was painting your walls with his release. Sloppy thrusts inside of you while pulling at your hips, grabbing over the small of your back to hug you close while calling your name over and over like it was a song that was stuck in his head.

Your chest fell over his with a heaviness that neither of you minded, revelling the complete closeness you had to the other in that moment. His chest was rising and falling with quick breaths, lips over your hairline as he peppered the lightest of kisses laced with praises for you.

Eventually, you lifted your upper half and parted your eyes to gaze down at the man below you. Pressing your mouth over his, you felt him smile under your touch as you murmured a soft, “happy Valentine’s Day.”

His own eyes parted, watching you with nothing but love his in softened eyes, as you pressed another whisper to his mouth. “Thank you for being my Valentine.”

You’d always felt comfortable with Harry, but for some reason at this moment you felt better than you ever had with him. The way he looked at you like you hung the moon, the way he softly whispered your name as his lips sought to touch any part of you.

Harry returned the affection, quiet “I love you’s” pressed into your skin before you were moving off of him with shaky legs.

He followed when you rose to your feet, the painting long forgotten by now as you both went to the washroom to get cleaned up. Your makeup had been ruined once more, eyeliner smudged by your teary eyes so you ended up scrubbing it all off, completely your skincare before changing into a cozy stolen hoodie and settled into your partner’s bed.

Harry soon joined, only in a pair of sweatpants and the forgotten chocolates from earlier in hand. He settled in under the covers with you, as you both shared chocolates and chocolate flavoured kisses.

“How about you,” you started with a quiet murmur as your head rested over Harry’s shoulder. The chocolates were on your lap, one of Harry’s arms around you as peered down at you. “When did you know you liked me?”

You saw Harry’s lips perk from the corner of your eye. He thought it over for barely a second, before answering. “Is it too cheesy to say the first time I saw you?”

Nodding your head with a little laugh, although you melted further into him at the tenderness of his words. “Yes, it is too cheesy.”

“Fine,” his lips pursed with an overly dramatic pout, and he took another minute to think. “When I ran into you at the supermarket that one evening,” he thought back to the memory, “I remember seeing you choosing your vegetables like it was the most important decision of your life.”

You tilted your face, easily finding his lips to press a light little kiss to. “Well, maybe it was,” you whispered playfully, as he leant into your mouth when you pulled away.

Resting your temple of the curve of his shoulder once more, you kept your eyes trained on him. Harry held your gaze, mumbling quietly as his hands squeezed your arm. “You’re still looking at me like that.”

You batted your eyelashes up at him, unable to help the way your pupils were probably heart shaped at the moment. “Like what?”

“You know like what.”

Your smile deepened. “Can’t help it.”

Sighing happily next to him, you melted a bit more into his side as he held you closer. His lips smoothed over the top of your head, mumbling sweetly, “me neither, sunshine.”

Once again, the sweet little act of painting had led to something magical, a feeling of blissful joy you’d never thought possible until Harry came along.

once again, happy valentines to everyone 💕 thank you for reading 💕

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tinypoetttt · 3 years

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Forever Gone

Jason Todd x Reader

Jason Todd angst. Warnings: Sad, Kinda Toxic,Mentions of the Joker

A/N: Tbh this is one of those Angst story’s that will have you up at night thinking. This was kinda hard for me to write since i always found what happened to Jason Very Horrifying. Anyways enjoy 👩🏾‍🦯 Also this is kinda based off that one adele song “All I ask” but more towards the end 👩🏾‍🦯

‘=Thinking “”= Talking

It had been days, months even. Me and batman had been looking for Jason. It had been hard time ever since the Joker took him away. Batman was in his bat cave more than usual, I haven’t ate or slept.

I have been going through it. Jason was the love of my life. I did everything with him, he was the other half of me. I felt empty sleeping in the apartment by myself. His side of the bed was empty, though the smell of him was still on his pillow. Whenever i’m there alone it makes me realize that he’s really gone.

I turned over to were jason use to sleep. My eyes started watering thinking about how I may never get his side of the bed filled again. I can not stand living in this apartment another day without thinking about the memories me and him shared.

I get up to pack my belongings in a bag to leave. ‘I need to move on and forget about him’ I think. My phone buzzes next to me. I look at it and it’s batman “I think you need to see this come to the Manor”. ‘I’m curious.. What did he find..’ ‘did he find Jason’. All these thoughts running through my head all at once it was over whelming

-flashback-

“It has happened again. We’re fighting over stupid shit” Says Jason “How is this stupid you could’ve died out there” I say.“That happens every day and your never worried about me, Why do you care all of a sudden ” He says in a annoyed tone “Because I love you Jason, And when a person you love goes out into the world and almost dies you get worried” I say almost in tears. “one day I don’t want you to go out there and never come back to me”. He looks at me with pity “Jason all I ask is that you be careful ” I say sobbing.

“Oh baby I- I never knew you you felt like this”. “Come here”, He motions me to hug him. “Is this how we’re going to remember us?” I say in a sad tone. “I hope not, but that doesn’t matter right now. He says in a uplifting tone. “I’m going to sit here and hold you till you stop crying”. “We’re going to do what lovers do when there sad” He says.

This is his way of saying sorry.I knew he had a had a little bit of trouble expressing his emotions. But I forgave him. He just has to promise me that we don’t remember us like this, like a mess…

-End of flashback-

I think about the fight me and Jason had just before The Joker got him. I was right, This is how I remember me and Jason. Always fighting over the littlest things. It only started being like that when we were getting older. We were growing apart.

We had both joined up with Batman at the same age so we grew up together. We had so much in common back then. But now it seemed like we barely knew each other. I use to be able to tell him anything he was my best friend until we started dating….

That’s when our relationship took a turn. ‘I can’t think about him’ I say pulling up to the Manor. I pull into the driveway and get out of the car. I walk up the doorsteps and knock on the door. Alfred opens the door but he looks devastated like he just heard bad news. “

Hello Alfred” I say in a tired tone He bows and leads me to the BatCave.

I see Bruce not Batman. ‘I wonder why he doesn’t have his suit on’. I walk over to Bruce he greets me. “ There was something you wanted me to tell me that you couldn’t say over the phone?” “Yes Umm I don’t, I don’t know how to tell you this”

He says in a devastated tone like he found out somebody just died. “No don’t tell me He-“ I bring my hand to my mouth and start crying. “no..” I say barely a whisper . “is he… is he really dead ”. Bruce Couldn’t find the courage or heart to tell Me Jason is dead “bruce tell me is he dead is.. is he really dead…”.

i look down at the floor not able to control myself. i don’t look up till i feel bruce staring at me

He looks at me, And stares into my eyes. For the entire time i’ve been here this is the first time he’s looked me in my eyes. That just confirms it for me. “He’s dead…” I say falling to my knees. to tired to even reply.

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yunhoee · 2 years

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Chapter 13 - Night Out

The plane ride home wasn’t terrible. You took a few sleeping pills before getting on, so once you got to your seat you passed out. You woke to Levi shaking your shoulder. You spent the car ride from the airport to your apartment extremely disoriented and half asleep. Once you are finally home you crawl into your warm bed and immediately fall into a deep sleep.

The sun is what finally brings you out of your deep slumber. You forgot to close your curtains the night before, so the sun is shining in your face. You groggily grab your phone and check the time. It’s almost 10am on Saturday. Damn you slept for a long time, but you definitely needed it.

You check your missed messages and see that your friends are planning to meet around 8:30 that evening at a popular bar near campus.

Campus. You let out a groan. You nearly forgot that you were still in college. That week off of homework and tests was amazing.

Your phone rings and you pick it up.

“Hello?”, You ask.

“Don’t tell me you only just woke up!”, Sasha shouts into the phone.

You smirk, “Yeah I was super tired after the week I had.”

Sasha replies, “I suppose I’ll allow it. Anyway, can Mikasa and I come over? We thought it would be fun to catch up and then get ready together!”

Your eyes brighten, “Yeah that would be great! I can order us some food too.”

Sasha squeals, “YAAAAAY!!!!! We’ll be over in an hour!”

You laugh and then hang up the phone. You schedule your food to be delivered in a few hours from now and you finally drag yourself out of bed. You’re starving so you walk to the kitchen and make yourself some breakfast. You’re sitting at the table when you notice Levi walking out of his room. He’s completely dressed for the day and looks like he’s been up for a while.

“Decide to finally get your ass out of bed?”, He says as he walks to the couch.

You roll your eyes but don’t respond to him. You continue eating your breakfast.

Levi glares at you, “Now you’re ignoring me? Damn you really are a child.”

Your head snaps in his direction and you look him in the eyes, “I’m not a fucking child.”

He snaps back, “Could’ve fooled me.”

The next few minutes you finish your breakfast in silence. Levi is annoying the shit out of you and you really need time away from him.

You stand up and take your dishes to the sink. You walk over to where Levi is reading a book and stand in front of him.

“Just so you know, I’m going to a party tonight. I’m going to have you switch places with my dad’s bodyguard until tomorrow”, You begin to walk away.

“Like hell you are. I’m not leaving your side”, Levi says.

You turn around clearly angry, “And why the fuck not?”

Levi responds, “I don’t trust anyone else to do my job.”

“My dad’s bodyguard is very capable and will take great care of me. Enjoy your boring evening with my dad”, You say curtly, thinking that is the end of your conversation.

Levi looks at you, “No. I refuse to go.”

You snap, “What the hell is wrong with you!? You don’t have a choice, you are not going with me tonight. As a matter of fact, how about you just take the damn night off. We both have had a very long week and I need at least an evening away from you.”

You stomp away and slam your door before Levi is able to argue with you. You immediately open your phone and call your dad.

Your dad answers, “Hello Y/n! How are you feeling after the week in California?”

You respond impatiently, “I’m fine, dad. I just really need a night away from Levi. He’s also exhausted after this last week, so I know he could use the evening off.” You knew that was a lie.

Your dad responds with concern, “Oh I’m sorry to hear that. I will call Levi and let him know he is not to stay with you tonight. Are you planning to just stay home tonight?”

“Yeah I was just going to have the girls come over”, You feel bad lying. It wasn’t a complete lie though since they were coming over.

“Okay then there’s no need for you to have security tonight. I’ll even send a car over now to pick up Levi and take him to a hotel for the evening”, Your dad replied.

You breathe a sigh of relief, “Thank you, dad. I’m sorry for being snippy, I just really need some girl time tonight.”

Your dad smiles, “Of course, honey. I have some paperwork to attend to, but I hope you have a great night!”

The call ends and you feel relieved. You decide to take a quick shower to prepare for your evening. In the middle of your shower you can hear the front door slam. You smirk, knowing that Levi was forced to leave for the evening.

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A few hours have passed since your shower. Sasha and Mikasa have been here for a while, and you all have been catching up and devouring the food you ordered.

You have an hour until you are meeting the guys so you decide to get ready. You’re looking through your closet, trying to find the right outfit. You pull out a simple dress, and Sasha gives you a dirty look.

“Oh hell no. We are all dressing slutty tonight”, Sasha says with her arms crossed.

You look at her confused, “What? Why?”

Sasha comes over and grabs your shoulders, “Oh come on, Y/n. I know you’ve been super bummed ever since you came home. Especially after filling us in about your wild threesome. Which was super hot by the way.” The three of you giggle. Sasha continues, “I think you need a night out where you look and feel sexy. And if you want, maybe you can get some dick tonight.”

You laugh, “Did you forget that I just had a threesome a few days ago? Besides, I don’t really want to hookup with a random person tonight.”

Sasha smiles like she has a secret, “Oh it won’t be a random person.”

You look at her with concern, “What did you plan?”

Sasha replies calmly, “Oh nothing big. I may have invited a certain someone from your business classes to party with us tonight.”

You gasp, “Eren!? Shit. I’m going to be honest, I kind of forgot about him.”

Sasha laughs, “That’s okay. I mean you only met him a few weeks ago. But I heard that he’s very excited to see you tonight.”

You blush, you can’t deny that a small part of you is also excited to see him.

Mikasa speaks up, “If Sasha had to pick out my outfit, she also has to pick out yours.”

You giggle, “Fine. Go ahead, Sasha.”

Before Sasha reveals what she picked out for you, she and Mikasa get dressed. When you see then your eyes widen.

“Damn you guys look amazing!”, You squeal. You quickly realize the theme and cringe at the thought of you wearing something similar.

They both have lingerie on the top with denim on the bottom. It’s sexy but tasteful, they totally pull it off. You on the other hand, don’t think this look will work for you. Sasha holds out one of your favorite lingerie pieces. It’s black and the boob area is completely covered, but the rest of the top is only covered by lace. So a lot of skin will be showing.

You sigh, “Do I have to wear this? I don’t think it’ll look very good.”

Sasha rolls her eyes, “I know you workout with Mikasa fairly regularly. I promise it’ll look good.”

You grab the outfit and get changed in the bathroom. You look in the mirror and a burst of confidence rushes through you. You h/c hair is straightened and you put on some deep red lipstick. You walk out and Sasha immediately starts howling.

“See! I told you! You look hot!”, Sasha yells.

Mikasa smiles, “Don’t worry, Y/n. You really do look amazing.”

You smile and say, “Okay okay! Let’s get going, I need a drink!”

Sasha drives you three because you can’t let your driver know you’re leaving for obvious reasons. You do feel bad for lying to your dad, but it was for the best. You and Levi needed a night away from each other.

The three of you walk up to the club, there’s a short line so you get in the back.

“The boys saved us a table on the second floor”, Sasha says.

You and Mikasa nod, for some reason you start to get butterflies. You haven’t seen Eren in a few weeks, but the last time you did you guys made out and then he snuggled with you all night.

You turn to your friends, “So are you two officially dating Connie and Jean yet?”

Sasha giggles, “Connie and I aren’t official yet, but I think that’s coming soon.”

You smile at Sasha and then look at Mikasa.

Mikasa becomes shy, “Honestly I don’t know if I want a relationship with Jean. He’s just been a fun fling.”

A huge smile is on your face, “I’m so happy for you! There’s no need for labels if you two are just having fun.”

The line is moving quickly, the bouncer takes one look at the three of you and lets you in for free.

Sasha whispers to you, “We still got it!”

The three of you are giggling as you walk in. The bar on the first floor seems pretty empty so you walk up and order your first round of shots. You all were feeling nervous, so shots would definitely help with that. After downing your first drink you order a vodka redbull that you can sip on. The three of you pick up your drinks and head to the stairs. The music was loud and the lights were dim. The alcohol was providing a small buzz that helps boost your confidence.

Sasha leads you to the corner of the large room where the guys are all sitting in a booth. They were all laughing about something, but the moment the three of you approach the booth they stop laughing. They are all gawking at you and your friends.

You cross your arms, “I missed you guys too.” You roll your eyes and the guys start saying their hellos and asking how you were.

The booth was a U shape, Eren was sitting in the middle and Jean and Connie were on the sides. Jean steps out momentarily so you can sit beside Eren. Once Jean sits back down he puts his arm around you.

“Hey let me know if you want to hang out with me instead of that blockhead tonight”, Jean says with a smirk.

You playfully push Jean off of you, “Shut up you pig.”

You both laugh and you ask the group, “Where’s Armin?”

Connie responds casually, “He wanted to skip tonight since we would all be coupled up.”

You try to hide your surprise, “Oh, right.”

You feel butterflies when you think of you and Eren being coupled up. This is ridiculous, you haven’t even spoken to him. You take a big swig of your drink and then turn to him.

“Did you miss me?”, You say with a smile.

He leans down to be eye level with you, “More than you know.”

Your heart starts racing. He has his hair up in a messy bun, a few pieces are down and framing his face. You forgot how piercing his green eyes were. You’re practically drooling over him.

You clear your throat, “Uh, so how was class while I was gone?”

Eren fills you in on what you missed from the last week. You begin to feel a lot more relaxed with him. You and Eren are clearly flirting and you are definitely enjoying it.

“Hey I really like your hair. It’s cute when it’s in a bun like that”, You say with a smile.

Eren looks mischievous, “Well I really like the top you’re wearing. You look sexy, Y/n.”

You can’t help but blush, “Thank you. I was really nervous about wearing it, but I’m glad you like it.” The two of you begin to scoot closer, Eren rests his hand on your thigh.

Sasha interrupts, “Uh, Y/n. Isn’t that Levi over there?”

Your heart stops and you whip your head to where she’s looking.

“Oh for fucks sake”, You say.

Wait. Who the hell is that? Levi has his arm resting on the chair beside him, sitting in the chair is that same red head he was flirting with last time. He pulls her close and whispers something in her ear. She’s blushing so you can only assume he’s said something sexual. Your blood begins to boil and you chug the rest of your drink. The bar on this floor was right behind their table.

“I’m going to go get another drink and see why the fuck he’s stalking me on his night off”, You say clearly annoyed.

Eren asks, “Do you want me to come with you?”

You smile, “No it’s okay. This shouldn’t take too long.”

Jean lets you out of the booth and you are feeling pretty buzzed at this point. You decide to sneak past their table and get some more liquid courage first. You walk up to the bar and take a shot of vodka before asking for another mixed drink. You discreetly check your phone camera and make sure your hair and makeup look perfect.

Levi and this mystery girl are sitting on the same side of the table. You walk with confidence and grab the empty chair across from Levi and sit down. The moment you do, both of them look at you.

“Why the fuck are you here?”, You ask Levi.

He smirks, “I can’t have a little fun on my night off?”

You roll your eyes, “Did you follow me?”

He pretends to act confused, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is a very popular club in the city.”

“Cut the bullshit, I know you followed me”, You say bluntly.

The girl interrupts your heated conversation, “I’m sorry, but who are you?”

You look at her, she actually seems sweet and looks genuinely confused by the situation.

You sigh, “I’m sorry, I should’ve introduced myself. I’m Y/n, Levi is my bodyguard and is supposed to have the night off. So imagine my surprise when I see that he followed me here.”

She looks surprised, “Oh I had no idea.” She looks at Levi, “Is that true? Did you really follow her?”

Levi looks annoyed, “Of course not, Petra. I frequent this club, it’s just a coincidence.”

You knew that was a lie. You stand and put your hands on the table and lean forward, now you’re closer to Levi. You’re feeling ballsy having your cleavage right in front of his face.

“I guess we’ll find out the truth once I leave this place”, You say with confidence.

Levi looks caught off guard with you being so close, “W-Well aren’t you just going home? That’s where your father thinks you are anyway.”

You look at him and giggle, “See you later, Levi.” You look at Petra, “It was nice meeting you.” You push off the table and walk away, unable to wipe off the smirk on your face. You know that you’re driving Levi crazy and you have to admit, you fucking love it.

Once you get back to the table it’s only Eren. He points to the dance floor, and you spot the rest of your friends dancing. You motion for Eren to follow you and you both go over to where your friends are. You chug the rest of your drink and now you know that you’re drunk. A smile appears on your face.

Sasha shouts, “Oh no!! Drunk Y/n has arrived! If you don’t want grinded on you better run now!”

You’re known for becoming very touchy with everyone when you’re drunk. Your friend group is laughing, and you spot your first victim. You walk to Mikasa and you grab her hand. You dip in front of her and start shaking your ass on her. You and Mikasa laugh while you dance together. A few minutes later you walk over to Jean.

He smirks, “You sure you can handle this?”

You roll your eyes and start dancing with Jean. You look to see Sasha and Connie making out instead of dancing. Gross. Then you see Mikasa and Eren dancing together, it’s only friendly of course but you can’t help but think they look good together.

Jean whines, “I don’t like the way Mikasa is looking at Eren.”

You complain, “Ugh you’re such a buzzkill. I’m trying to dance.”

Jean surprises you and grabs your hips and pulls you back to him. You both spend the next few minutes dancing and grinding on each other. You step on Jean’s foot by accident and you start laughing when he grabs it in pain.

“Jean! I’m sorry!”, You shout in between laughing.

You feel someone hold your hand. You turn to see Eren smiling at you.

“My turn yet?”, Eren asks.

You smile, “I was saving you for last.”

You aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol or the adrenaline, but you’re feeling extremely ballsy. You grab the collar of Eren’s shirt and bring him in for a kiss. You two are kissing in between dancing. Your body is starting to feel like it’s on fire. You need more.

Eren leans to your ear, “Wanna go back to my place?”

You shake your head yes, “Let me tell everyone else.”

You grab your friends, “Eren and I are leaving! Have fun, but not too much fun.” You wink and everyone laughs.

Eren grabs your hand and you walk to the stairs. You look back and see Levi with your friends, he looks frantic. They point to where you are across the room, he looks at you and starts walking quickly to where you are.

You yell to Eren, “Hurry we have to run! Levi is coming!”

Eren turns and sees Levi pushing through the crowd. You both start running down the stairs. Thank god for Eren or else you would’ve fallen down the stairs. You weren’t drunk anymore because of the dancing earlier, but you were definitely still buzzed.

Eren does a good job at finding openings through the hoards of people. You look back and see Levi barreling down the stairs.

“Go go go! He’s catching up!”, You shout.

You and Eren finally make it to the door and once you’re outside you cross the street. Eren jumps on the back of a motorcycle and turns it on. You stop right beside it, you’re surprised that this is his ride.

“Are you sure you’re okay to drive this?”, You ask.

He looks at you, “I had one beer when we first got here. I’m totally sober.”

You both hear the front entrance door slam open. You see Levi looking around and he spots you.

You squeal, “Fuck!” You jump on the back of Eren’s bike, “Hurry!”

Eren revs his engine and he pulls out of the parking spot. You look to your side and you see Levi running across the street. But it’s too late. You stick your tongue out and give Levi the middle finger. His reaction shocks you, Levi laughs.

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