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kariachi · 2 years ago

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Who wants nearly 3500 words of Kevin and Irene's first meeting and date?

Doesn't matter, you're getting it anyway, they're precious.

“Oh, that’s a good one!”

It was probably a good thing that Kevin started at the statement, his shrink would have things to say about ‘getting past the need for hyper-awareness’, but he still felt like a fucking idiot. Adjusting his grip on the book in his hand, he turned his attention to the Lenopan who had just a few minutes ago joined him in the aisle. Done up in contrasting colors like a poison dart frog, they seemed to have realized they’d said that out loud and retracted their mass in embarrassment.

“I hope so,” he found himself saying, “the selection out here’s normally pretty crap.” That was the problem with moving to a new station, if there were stores for something it was probably only one and it probably was casting a wide net. With a galaxy so varied as the Milky Way, that meant it was harder to find, say, any one book that fit your tastes.

“Tell me about it,” they said, desaturation rolling swiftly over their body. “Irveh has an amazing grasp of words though, and the poems were written in Gal Standard so you don’t get any of the issues that come with translations.” Kevin blinked. He hadn’t known that, and it definitely affected his opinion.

“Awesome. Translating’s rough, I know, but fuck is it nicer to read something in the original language.”

“You lose something in the cultural differences,” they said with a bob of the head, “but not in language ones. Seriously though, the one on page… Frick… Can I?” Reaching out a bit of mass, they gratefully accepted the book and flipped to the table of contents in the back. “Yes! Page sixty-two. I spent at least five minutes splayed out on the floor, you’d think I’d been dropped there.”

“Probably shouldn’t read it now then, huh?”

“I can guard the aisle for you.” Kevin gave a snorting laugh as he took the book back, prompting a chuckle from the Lenopan.

“Wouldn’t waste your time.”

“Lucky you, there's next to nothing here worth sorting through so I have it to spare.” Their colors shifted to something a touch more desaturated. “I want to support local businesses, but…” Huffing a sigh, Kevin nodded.

“But they gotta at least try to meet a fucker halfway.”

“At least we’ve got a bookstore though,” the Lenopan admitted with a sigh. “I keep having to order my art supplies on the ethernet and that gets expensive.” Immediately Kevin’s interest was piqued. He’d been enjoying the conversation before, but didn’t meet other artists in person very often. Mostly because he’d only begun openly working on his art again when he moved out there and, well, no supply store to meet people at. Tucking the book under his arm, he smiled widely at them.

“What sorta art do you do?” Their colors shifted again, richening with the new topic.

“Photography and painting, sometimes sketchwork. Most of my stuff is digital anymore but, sometimes you just need to slap some paint on a canvas, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” Not specifically paint, but he knew. “I got back into sculpting a few years ago and depending on what I’m making getting new materials is a fucking bitch.” Metals he could do, there was a place for parts on the outer rim of the station, but wood, glass, stone? All had to be ordered in if he didn’t want to pull from preexisting work.

“Oh? I haven’t met a sculptor since college. What mediums do you work in?”

“Mostly metal and stone, you’d be amazed what you can do with that stuff, and some of the colors you can get.” Whoever had said stone was just boring grey had been an idiot and possibly colorblind. The Lenopan bobbed their head again.

“I’ve had to do metallics on commission before, the range can be amazing.” Kevin chuckled with a nod.

“And I’m guessing that was without heat treatments. Steel does awesome stuff over a fire.”

“Really? Cool! I’d love to see, if you have pictures?” Without even a second thought- and wouldn’t that hit him later, that he hadn’t had a second though about getting close- Kevin pulled out his tablet and went searching for a piece as he moved to their side. Eventually he settled on a butterfly Rad had commissioned for his mother, colored in a host of yellows, blues, and purples.

It struck him, as they ooed and ahhed over his work- far more than he felt it deserved, he could see a million problems he wished he could reach into the picture and fix- that he didn’t know who the fuck this was. They were a painter and a photographer who liked poetry and was also annoyed with the lack of shopping options on the station, that was it. But here he was, showing off his art. For a moment the thought that not having names was good darted across his mind like a spooked deer, but he shoved it back.

“Kevin Levin, by the way,” he said. “Pronouns he/him/his.” The Lenopan’s attention was pulled from commending the detail he’d managed to Kevin himself. They tilted their head, just slightly, and a ripple of discordant color change flashed over their body.

“Middle name Tevin, maybe Jevin?” He snorted.

“Ethan.” There was enough quiet for a heartbeat before they broke into gurgling chortles.

“Kevin E. Levin,” they said, “the man is a pun.”

“What can I say-” Kevin grinned and shrugged- “-I’ve got good taste.”

“Yes, you do,” they continued to laugh, something going light in Kevin’s chest at the approval. Before the pun had been his mom’s choice and so he’d been pitied, but anymore people, sometimes affectionately, judged him for keeping it. “Irene Beyer, pronouns she/her/hers.” Ah, one of the Earth population. The head tilt had had him wondering, he didn’t know if it was a general Lenopan thing. But there were more important things, like the name being familiar.

“'Irene'. Like, ‘Princess and the Goblin’ Irene?” She perked up like she’d just won a prize, tendrils wriggling, colors going wild and bold.

“Yes! Exactly! Nobody ever knows it!”

“It was everywhere when I was little,” he said. The Princess and the Goblin, plus its sequel, were among the books his mom used to read to him, and his dad had of course been going to buy him the movie where singing and music held the power that saved the day. “I don’t think I’ve ever met somebody whose name was pronounced like that though.” Irene drew herself up proudly.

“Well, somebody other than you had to have taste.” Feeling that much more comfortable, Kevin burst into snorting laughter, Irene following behind with her gurgling tones. More than likely they attracted the attention of anyone else in the small store at that point, but neither gave any indication of noticing or caring. As they died down, Irene sunk back into herself, colors toning down. Her tendrils kept wriggling though.

“Um… It’s getting to get that time,” she said, “…can I buy you lunch?” As he caught his breath, Kevin considered the offer. When was the last time he’d been on a date that hadn’t involved him flirting out of hunger prior to it? Since leaving Gwendolyn he’d been a lot more focused on his mental health than on his love life and only had a sparse few attempts at relationships. But, he was enjoying himself, Irene seemed nice, and most importantly he was comfortable.

Standing tall, he grinned down at her.

“Lead the way.”

Did he shoplift the book rather than waste time not talking to her? Yes. Did she say anything about it? No.

They ended up at one of the annoying number of restaurants on the station in comparison to things like art supply stores. An Appoplexian place that sold the most unctuous braised meat Kevin’d had outside of Osmosian cooking and a fried fish so hard you had to soak it in soup or crack it like bone. He ordered both sorts plus the meat- he'd gone hungry too often in his youth to pass up a chance to load on calories and no matter what anyone said any pudge he managed was a gift- while Irene went for the meat, soupy fish, and something akin to a British pudding Kevin had never bothered to try.

“So,” Irene asked as their waiter, a young Lewodan, left with their orders, “um, what do you do for work?” In a heartbeat Kevin decided to have some fun.

“I’m a spy,” he said, pulling on all his con experience to not grin while he did it. Not that it mattered, it was a wild lie and Irene smirked as she leaned partly over the table.

“Why do I not believe you?”

“Just an untrusting soul, I guess.” He shook his head sorrowfully as he said it. “Major character flaw.” She just chuckled.

“If you get to be a spy, then I get to be a model.” Snorting, Kevin let the smile back out.

“I bet you’ve been in every major magazine.” Irene hummed.

“I mean, technically… My work has been in a lot.”

“Wait, really?" Kevin was honestly a little impressed. “What sorta work?”

“I’ve done some freelance photography,” she said, drawing in again, “but most of the time it’s just ads and things. I’m a graphic designer by trade so… Most of what I put out is logos and posters, stuff like that. I do commissions on the side sometimes though.”

“Cool. Remind me to buy something off you sometime.” Snorting, Irene flashed brighter colors for an instant.

“At least see my art first.” She pulled out a tablet- from where Kevin had never asked Lucy and didn’t intend to ask her- and poked through it a moment before sliding it across the table at him. He couldn’t help a small whistle as he flipped through the folder she’d brought up. She clearly played heavily with mixing colors, outside of a few simpler pieces he assumed were day-job related, and seemed to prefer broad, textured strokes. A closer look showed a propensity towards swirls that he vaguely remembered maybe being a facet of traditional Lenopan art? One pair of nearly identical images felt entirely different because, he realized, one using swirls and curves to give it a lightness and sense of movement while the other felt heavier and still with only, in truth, straight lines.

“Yeah, I’m buying something,” he said, flashing his throat as he gave the tablet back. “You’re good.”

“I- Thank you,” she said, stowing the tablet away again. “I’ve been drawing and painting for as long as I can remember. Even went to school for it.”

“I considered that,” Kevin said, “but I never ended up doing college so…” He shrugged. Gwendolyn had encouraged him to go, but the only things he was interested in learning more of had been the arts, which he had been uncomfortable engaging with openly at the time. It had all felt very private, and he’d known that Gwendolyn would have expected to, insisted on, being allowed to engage with his work. When he’d left he’d moved to the Saturn Station and, well, it wasn’t worth the effort of ethernet classes, even if he was already doing therapy that way. “Mostly I do engineering, some writing and sculpting on the side.” He chuckled. “I’ve been considering combining the sculpting and the machines. When I was little I always wanted to do practical effects like in movies, the animatronics and stuff. Figure it can’t hurt to give it a try.”

“You should! If that butterfly was any indication you’re really good at the sculpting part, and if you’re engineering without a degree you’ve got to be good at that too. You could be the next big thing!” Irene’s colors got more saturated as she went, perking up and tendrils going again.

“Can you imagine,” Kevin laughed. “Finally make a fucking name for myself.” Outside of the crime, at least. Irene didn't have to know about the crime. If things got serious she’d have to, but he had no intention of scaring her off just yet. “Not getting recognized isn’t so bad though. I’ve got buddies everybody knows and they’re always bitching about it. Well, expect for Argit, but he could turn a mosquito bite into a mountain, get a publishing deal for being the first one on it, and get me to write the book for him.” Chortling as their drinks arrived, Irene mirrored him in a polite ‘thank you’ before asking

“Why do I think I’d like him?”

“He’s a complete asshole,” he said, taking a long sip of his soda as she dipped some of her mass into her own to soak it up. “He’s also my oldest friend, first mate, and the most reliable guy I know on a personal level so long as his tail’s not on the line.” Her head tilted again, slight tension in her mass.

“‘First mate’?” Oh, he hadn’t even been thinking…

“I don’t have kids,” Kevin assured, “not yet at least, but…” For a moment he questioned whether to admit to being Osmosian. The information wasn’t hard to find, but well over a decade of people enslaving him had made him wary. He’d started this though, and he wanted to trust her. “I’m Osmosian, we take a lot of mates at a time, share rights and responsibility for any kids. Sorta we’re married? Not like, legally but...” The tension drained away, tendrils giving a wriggle.

“We do the same sort of thing, but it’s not considered a marriage of any kind and sires don’t really have a right to their children.” That made things so much easier.

“Is there anybody I should know about?”

“Not right now,” she said. “I’ve always been kind of… wary, with my dating choices.”

“And you went for me?!?” Clapping a hand over his mouth, Kevin went red. He had not intended to say that aloud. Even if it was a valid question. He'd seen himself. Irene tucked herself away again.

“You seem nice, and fun, funny, smart. And unlikely to try to murder any of my other suitors.” For a long moment, Kevin was silent, mouth hanging open.

“I will try not to- did that actually happen to you?!”

“Not to me,” Irene said, her colors evening out as she leaned in, Kevin mirroring her as was proper with gossip, “but my uncle’s other brother’s cousin. She started seeing a human Plumber and her other suitor lost his shit. I mean, yeah he was a Plumber and this was right at the end of the whole feud, and the only other human I know of that courted a member of our community was a complete asshole, but still. Bit of an overreaction to somebody deciding to be serious with somebody.” As she spoke, things clicked into place in Kevin’s mind.

“You wouldn’t happen to know a Lucy Mann, would you?” She went still, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“Yessss.” Figured.

“Yeah, the human side of that family can be iffy. My clan and my mom’s are this far from starting a feud with them themselves.” Irene sighed.

“I wish I was surprised. I mean, she did follow in her grandpa’s footsteps and become a Plumber of all things. People are still talking about it, the only positive comparison to her I’ve ever gotten is I don’t associate with them.” Kevin cringed.

“How close does it have to be to be ‘associating’?” She slumped.

“Tell me you’re not a Plumber.”

“I'm not,” he assured her, “I was pressured into becoming one like a decade ago but I only lasted like three months before I quit. Couldn’t do it, nearly ate my boss.” A chuckle, a good sign. “I’ve got like five relatives who used to be Plumbers too, but the only one who didn’t quit was my dad and he both died and only joined because he’d received a holy vision about dying.” Her eyes went wide.

“Damn.”

“Yep.”

“And the others?”

“My mom joined as a mole for her gang after they threatened to toss her in prison and quit after my dad died, my other mom joined normally but quit after like six years when she found another job she could feed my brother with that wasn’t morally bankrupt, my brother joined because he wanted to be like mom and dad and quit when his partner died, hated every minute of the job, and my cousin Molly joined as a mole to keep an eye on that side of Lucy’s family because I was dating one, quit as soon as we broke up.”

“I repeat, damn.” Irene heaved a sigh. “If this lasts my family is going to throw their biggest fit yet.” Kevin snorted despite himself.

“So, we’re good, despite the history?” She drew herself up, colors going monotone in seriousness.

“Depends, what’s your opinion on the Plumbers as a whole?” Oh that was easy, his opinion had been drug around a while as life battered him in every direction, but in the end…

“Corrupt, ineffectual, bigoted by design, untrustworthy. Looking back, I can’t believe I dated someone who liked them nonetheless became one.” He chalked it up to just how shit his mental health had been at the time, combined with social pressure and expectations from the Tennysons. Whatever the cause of the base issue, his words caused tension to fall off Irene in buckets this time, color returning to her mass as she gave him a smile.

“Then we’re good, as long as that’s the case. And you’re okay knowing my family’s probably never going to like you as a result.” Kevin shrugged.

“I’ve been hated for worse reasons. How often can I expect it to come up?”

“Well, I moved out here,” she said, throwing a gaze around the place, “and they’re still on Earth, so… For my species, this is about two steps from just disowning them entirely.”

“So, they’re assholes.”

“They’re assholes.” Nodding, Kevin sat back in his seat and took another sip of his drink.

“Okay. Assholes I can deal with.” He smiled at her. “Promise as long as you treat me well you’ll probably make a good impression on my family.” Irene gave her gurgling chortle again.

“But will I make a good impression on your mate?” Kevin snorted, perking as the waiter headed over with their food.

“Treat me well and buy him jewelry, you’ll be set.” The table became awash with ‘thank you’s alongside pleased rumbles and purrs as lunch arrived. Immediately Irene downed her pudding with a slow swallow he could only describe as luxurious, while Kevin set to work tearing his meat into pieces he could lay over his fish. “So, got any pets?” Her colors dimmed slightly.

“No, I’m in one of the blocks that doesn’t allow them. I’d trade one of my sisters for one though. I have three, it's fine.”

“Lucky them I’ve got a baskurr, then, huh,” he chuckled, warming at the way she perked back up.

“See, I knew asking you out was a good move-”

Kevin could feel a deep purr rolling in his stomach alongside lunch as the two of them exchanged contact information. It had been a while since he’d been on a proper date, and longer still since he’d been on a date with somebody he took to this readily and this fondly. Irene’d was fun, sweet, so smart, and aside from the brief Plumber situation hadn’t judged him on a single thing. Even eating that fish like it was a cracker. It had been nice, chill, in a way that still felt fresh when it happened.

Certainly didn’t hurt he was even then thinking of what he would use to get the rich, bold colors she was showing in a piece.

“Call you tomorrow,” he asked, mindful of the plans she’d mentioned that evening and the nap she intended to go home and take.

“Text me,” she said, “my schedule can get weird and, it’s just easier that way.” Nodding, Kevin stowed his tablet away and gave her a smile he hoped warmed her like the pleased wriggling of her tendrils did him.

“‘kay, I’ll make sure to.” With a not-negligible amount of effort he took a step back. “See ya, Princess. Sleep tight.”

“I’ll try to avoid any peas,” she chortled with a little shake of her head. “See ya, Kevin.”

The smile wouldn’t leave his face as he turned and walked away, heading for the rim of the station on a few more errands. He already wanted to see her again. But no, she had things to do, he had things to do, and he didn’t want to come off as creepy. He could wait, text her maybe around dinner, just to say hi. There was a Khoron romantic drama playing in a few days, he could invite her out to see it with him, pay her back for lunch. Until then he had errands, projects, and a brand-new book to read.

He got the feeling he was going to love it.

#fanfic #i woke up went 'i need to write this' and didn't even bother getting dressed #or eating #i need to eat #but yes kevin and irene and they're just so cute #i love them

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sleepydane · 7 months ago

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Tagged by @hetakiba Sorry i'm so late!!

Rules: List five things you never get tired of writing. it can be tropes, themes, characters, phrases, whatever brings you joy. then tag five people!

SO honestly i do more daydreaming 24/7 than ever actual writing but i can still at least answer this from that standpoint AND my beloved tropes i read lol

1. (i agree with your no. 1 so i'm stealing it lol) I lowkey miss the days when people would tag that very hyper specific sort of angsty fic as "RANDOCHARACTER!whump" bc i eat that stuff up every. single. time. put those people in situations and make sure it HURTS. I want my characters to be going through it and have that situation worsen while the other characters take awhile to catch on, increasing the absolute drama of it all. whump is my no. 1 babieee.

2. for legit writing i've done, i can kinda only really get myself to do comedy/crackfics bc there's no pressure for being lore accurate or having a real plan/timeline. basically just go wild with fandom tropes and what not!

3. for characters i think the ones I've never gotten tired of reading for years and years and years have been obi-wan kenobi and spiderman (don't @ me ik ik very basic answers here).

more recent characters I completely scour the tags for now though are utahime (jjk), macaque (monkie kid) and honestly i've been reading a lotta the older naruto fics that really flesh out sakura and kakashi into awesome characters (or really anyone BUT naruto and sasuke bc they're the lamest characters on that show frfr).

I had phases awhile back too though for lotr boromir, dbh connor, james bond, and if i REALLY reach back then ik i liked hetalia fics (tho honestly i dont know that i had a fav character in it that i read more than others?).

4. A trope i can't get enough of is easily time travel/ dimension jumping. i fucking love that stuff so damn much. a character being dropped somewhere completely unknown to them and having to bend that new place's reality into their own framework of how the world works (meanwhile the people in this new place are ALSO scrambling to fit this mystery person into a concept that they can understand). or even worse, a character being dropped into a past version of their world. It's familiar but also so completely different that it might as well be another dimension AND now they have an incredible burden to fix certain events, dodge people they know, and also get back to their own time.

I usually prefer a fic where the character is going back in time but i can sometimes be alright with the ones where it's a person's OC being dropped into whatever existing fictional world. it just depends on the writing really.

5. Another trope i like but walks a fine line would be the deaging trope. this one...is very hard to see pulled off well and also my eternal annoyance is that the tag includes fics where they're just doing age play which is fine of course but also very much not the same thing at all nor what i was looking for but eh what can ya do.

Ig it's just that scenario where a character (who almost always has had a shitty life) is now somehow a child and other characters are having to realize how much this character has been through and trying to give them a better childhood for however long it lasts. When it's done well, it's great but more often than not, the writing isn't there or it very quickly goes to a ...strange...place...so hm ya just depends really. An absolute amazing example of it done well (though differing a bit from what i've described as a good one lmao) is the fic "wee doctor" from many many yrs ago. It's maybe one of the best fics i've ever read but granted it's been years since i read it to so take that for what you will lol

thanks, Ki, that was really cool to answer!! Also honestly i don't know many writers either sooo i'll give free reign tag to anyone who wants to join in lol

Tagged by @marley-manson Thank you!! ☺️

Rules: List five things you never get tired of writing. it can be tropes, themes, characters, phrases, whatever brings you joy. then tag five people!

1. I'm gonna borrow yours because It's also mine: putting favorite characters through bad situations 😎 I'm a softy and kinda bad at writing bad endings so it usually gets better but. It's all about the suffering

2. Old timey/'victorian'/historical/medieval au's: most if not all of my favorite stories/characters are in present or future-ish eras so I enjoy seeing characters in very different situations/worlds

3. Not super crazy, but I also enjoy meeting in the same universe but early/late/under completely different circumstances and/or then continuing into a new canon storyline (now a little diffy). This also feeds into my enjoyment of coming up with different ways characters could get canon injuries in au's!!

4. You know I never think about it but I do actually have a fair amount of domestic/settled down content 🤣 a fair amount of them are also like. Weird niche/contrived difficulties they could face in a longterm relationship/domestic life but 🤣 guess it's not all angst 🙄

5. Establishing random friendships with side characters 😎 I'll admit, most of my writings do focus on romantic or romantic adjacent relationships, but I do usually also get sucked into incorporating other favorite characters which usually leads to possibly unlikely or very specific friendships 🤣

Thank you!! This was fun :3

I FORGOT TO TAG!! I'm not sure how many people I know write 😭 feel free to do this if you do, @sleepydane your the only one I know for sure 🙏 (if you want to!)

#maple speaks

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prettywhenibleed · 2 years ago

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𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖄𝖔𝖚 (Kill For You)

Pt 1

Fem!Reader x Paul

TW: Mentions of abuse, Paul being a lil thief

Not proof read

I thought moving to Santa Carla could be a new start for my parents and I. That we could maybe try and start being a family. But I guess I was wrong. We have been here for almost two weeks now, and nothing has changed. They were still just as horrible and abusive as always. Last night they decided to give me some new bruises and cuts, the old ones haven’t even healed yet. I looked in the mirror at myself and sighed. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I pulled my shirt over my head and walked out of my bathroom. I grabbed my jacket and slipped it on before making my way to my window. I quietly opened it, climbing out and into the tree that was outside my window and used that to sneak out. I needed to get out for a while. Clear my head a bit. I decided to walk to the beach and then after that I might go to the boardwalk and check it out. I haven’t been out since we moved here, so I really wanted to take a look around.

After walking along the beach for a while, I started to feel a bit better. Like I could finally breathe again. Being trapped in that house with my parents was making me feel suffocated. I was constantly looking over my shoulder and was hyper aware of everything I did and said, terrified that I would do something to set them off. Although, I didn’t even have to actually do anything. If they just decided they wanted to hit me or scream at me, they didn’t need to have a reason. I finally made my way to the boardwalk. I could feel a little bit of excitement and anxiousness build up in me. Once I stepped foot on the boardwalk, I took a deep breath to calm myself a little bit before continuing. I never really liked being around so many people, but I guess I would just have to suck it up for now. I decided to just walk around and look at all the different stalls of stuff.

I stopped at one that had some jewellery and looked at a few different items that caught my eye. While looking at a necklace with a bat pendant on it, I suddenly felt a presence next to me. I looked up to see tall guy with messy blonde hair, teased to all hell. He had a kind of punk/rocker look. “You like bats sugar?” The guy asked me with a smirk. “Uhh. Yeah, I do.” I replied, looking back down at the necklace in my hand before putting it back in its place. “Let me buy it for you.” He offered. “Oh, no no. It’s fine. Thanks though.” I said. No one just offers to buy a stranger something like that and not expect something in return. And I wasn’t willing to find out what he’d want for buying it for me. “Aw come on babe. It looked like you really wanted it.” He insists. “Look, uhhh?” I started. “Names Paul.” He said smirking. “Paul. I don’t need you to buy it for me. Besides, you’re a complete stranger.” I told him and started to walk away. I guess he was t done because he immediately followed after me. When I noticed, I sighed to myself. “Hey, wait up babe.” He called after me, jogging up to catch up to me. “Look. I’m sorry. I was just trying to be nice.” He said as he walked beside me. He honestly sounded sincere from what I could tell, making me feel a little bad for being kinda rude to him. “What’s your name?” He asked. I turned to look at him at we walked. “Y/n. My names y/n.” I said, causing Paul to grin. “That’s a pretty name sugar.” I let out a huffed laugh. “ I guess.” I mumbled. I mean it’s a pretty generic name. Nothing fancy or anything.

“Hey uhh Paul…. I’m sorry about before. I didn’t mean to be rude it’s just. It’s my first night on the boardwalk and I’m not used to being around so many people. Guess I’m a little defensive or something.” I told him. Paul just smiled and slung his arm around my shoulder and waved me off. “Don’t worry about it sugar pie. I forgive you.” Paul said with a teasing grin. “Hey, since it’s your first time on the boardwalk, why don’t you hangout with me and my friends? We’ll make sure you have an awesome night.” He offered. I thought about it for a moment. Logically, I know I should t really go off with a bunch of strangers. Especially at night. But weirdly enough, I already felt pretty comfortable with Paul. And if his friends were anything like him, I think it might be fun…. And hey, maybe I’d actually come out of this with some friends for the first time in my life. “Okay. I guess that would be alright.” I said, nodding my head. Paul’s face broke out in a wide smile. “Alright! Come on.” He cheered, grabbing my hand and pulling me along, I’m guessing in the direction of where his friends were.

It didn’t take long to reach his friends. There were 3 of them, all on bikes and one lone bike, I assumed is Paul’s. Two of his friends were blondes like him. Although, one of the blondes was more of a platinum bleach blonde, in a short, straight mullet, wearing a long trench coat. The other blonde had a long, curly mullet hairstyle, he was noticeably shorter than Paul and the others and was wearing a very colourful patchwork jacket. The third one had dark brown hair, was wearing a leather jacket with a jaguar painted on it and had a very serious look on his face. Paul let go of my hand once we reached them and once again wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “Guys, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Dwayne, David and Marko.” Paul said, pointing to each of them as he introduced them. “Hi.” I said quietly, as I gave them a small wave. “Hey babe.” The one named Marko said, giving me his own small wave, wiggling his fingers arms as he did so. Dwayne just gave me a nod. “Well, hello there y/n. You new in Santa Carla?” David asked with a smirk that made me a little uncomfortable. He was looking at me kind of like a predator. “Uhh, Yeah. I just moved here a couple weeks ago.” I answered, shifting uncomfortably in my spot next to Paul. “It’s her first night on the boardwalk so I told her that we’d make sure she had a fun time.” Paul informed them. They just grinned at me. “Well, let’s not disappoint our new friend here.” David said. “How about we go for a little ride first, hmm?” David asked, looking directly at me. “Umm. I don’t know. I’ve never been on a motorbike before.” I told them. Paul let out a laugh. “Don’t worry sugar. I’ll keep you safe.” He assured me. I looked at him sceptically, but ultimately agreed.

Paul got onto his bike first, then he helped me on behind him. “Hold on tight okay.” I told me as he grabbed my arms and wrapped them around him. “Okay.” I said as I nodded. “Relax babe, Paul’s not that bad of a driver… most of the time.” Marko teased. That didn’t really help in calming my nerves. “Alright, let’s ride boys!” David said. I was already getting the feeling he was probably the “leader” of this little group. They all started up their bikes, revving the engines, then taking off. I held onto Paul even tighter as we sped down the boardwalk, letting out a surprised yelp as we rode down the stairs and onto the beach. They boys were yelling, cheering and hollering as we sped down the beach, weaving around people here and there. I just held on tight to Paul and buried my face into his back, praying that I made it to wherever we were going in one piece.

Eventually we made it to a cliff over looking the ocean. We finally came to a stop and everyone turned off their bikes. I was still holding tight onto Paul, causing him to let out a laugh. “You can let go now sugar, we’re here.” He told me. I managed to get myself to let go of Paul and we got off of his bike. “See. That wasn’t so bad, now was it?!” Marko said with a grin and a laugh. “I don’t know. I think I blocked out the whole thing.” I told him. That just caused them all the laugh. Not really in a mean way or anything. Paul grabbed my hand and lead me down some old wooden stairs, and to the mouth of a cave. I turned to Paul and gave him a questioning look. He just grinned and told me to watch my step as we made our way inside. Dwayne went around lighting some barrels, lighting up the cave. I looked around in awe. “Woah. This place is awesome.” I said as I slowly walked around, looking at everything. “This was the hottest resort in Santa Carla back about eighty years ago. Too bad they built it on a fault. In 1906, when the big one hit San Francisco, the ground opened up and this place took a header into the crack. Now it’s ours.” David explained. “Lucky you guys I guess.” I said, still looking around a bit.

“So. Do you guys live here or something?” I asked, no one in particular. “Yeah, we do.” Marko enthusiastically replied. “That’s cool. Must be nice.” I told them. It really must be nice. I’m assuming they don’t pay rent on a cave, so moneys not a problem. Also they don’t have to worry about their parents like I do. Must be nice, relaxing.. calm. “Here babe. Have some of this.” Paul said, handing me a joint he just lit. “Thanks.” I said, taking it from him and taking a hit. I made my way over to one of the couches and sat down, handing the joint back to Paul as I passed him where he was standing on the edge of the fountain that was in the middle of the room.

After a while Marko was sent out for food and Paul had since joined me on the couch. “So.” David started, looking at me from where he was sitting in a wheelchair. “How do you like Santa Carla so far? You go to school? Work?” He asked all at once. “Uh. Well, from the little bit I’ve seen, yeah. I guess I like it so far. And no. I finished school already. And well, I just moved here, so no job either.” I answered. David just nodded. He and the others asked a few more questions like that and I answered best I could. At some point, Paul got up and went over to his “rockbox”, as he called it, and put on some music. “Come on y/n! Dance with me!” He said, grabbing me and pulling me up off of the couch. “I don’t really know how to dance Paul.” I confessed with a laugh. “Ah, don’t worry sugar pie. You don’t gotta know how to dance. Just move around however you feel like moving!!” He said, moving my arms around. I just laughed with him and did what he said. Honestly, I felt a bit silly, but the weed helped relax me quite a bit, so I just went with what he told me to do.

I ended up really enjoying my night with them. Feeling relaxed and free for the first time since…. Well, for the first time ever, really. But, as all things must, the night had to come to an end. I said goodbye to the guys before making my way out of the cave with Paul. We got onto his bike and headed to my house, after I told him where it was. I also told him to park a few houses down, as to not wake my parents since I had snuck out. “I had a really good time with you guys tonight Paul.” I told him as we stood next to his bike. “Told ya we’d show you a good time babe.” He said with a smirk. “Yeah. That you did.” I agreed. “But really. Thank you Paul. I haven’t smiled and laughed that much in a really long time. If ever.” I confessed. Paul gave me a small frown before quickly covering it up with a smile. “Well. Get ready to do it a lot more, cause you’re gonna be hanging with us all the time now sugar.” He informed me with a big grin on his face. I couldn’t hold back the smile that grew on my face and before I could think, I pulled Paul into a tight hug. Paul quickly hugged me back. “Thank you.” I quietly said to him. When we pulled away, Paul gave me a sweet smile before hopping onto his bike. “Night sugar. Meet us at the boardwalk tomorrow night at 8 okay?” He said. I nodded. “8 o’clock. Got it.” I confirmed.

“Oh wait! Almost forgot.” Paul said as he dug his hand into his pocket, quickly pulling something out. He held it out to me with a big grin. It took me a second to register what he was holding. I looked from the item in his hand and back to his face and took it from him. “Paul. Is this-“ I started to say but he cut me off. “I know you said you didn’t want me to buy it for you……. So I didn’t..” he said with a shit eating grin. My eyes widened. “You stole it!” I whisper shouted at him. He just shrugged, the grin never leaving his face. I just shook my head at him. “You shouldn’t have done that Paul.” I said, looking from him then to the necklace, then smiled. “But thank you.” It really was sweet of him. “You’re welcome sugar.” He said before he started up his bike. I turned made my way to my house as he rode away. Climbing up the tree and back through my window as quietly as I could, all I could think of was how excited I was for tomorrow night to come.

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Speak Easy Part 12

Dabi x Reader , Bakugo x Reader

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Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together.

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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It had been a little over a week since the incident in the parking lot. You were more than eager to start your training with Dabi, but he kept insisting you needed to fully heal your ribs first.

Today you weren’t taking no for an answer. You had used your new fancy collar to call Katsuki and ask him to bring you some things. He made a few comments about not being your personal errand bitch, but he agreed none the less.

You were flipping through channels as you lounged on the couch when the doorbell rang.

Dabi immediately went on the offensive, hands lighting up as walked over to the security monitor to check the cameras. You made a mad dash for the front door. You knew it was Katsuki and you wanted to get to him before Dabi did.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Dabi’s hand that wasn’t currently on fire reached out to try and grab you as you ran by, but you easily avoided it.

“Relax it’s for me! It’s just Katsuki.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” You could hear how annoyed he was, but this is what he gets for refusing to start your training.

You opened the door to an equally annoyed looking Katsuki. “Hey! Did you bring the stuff I asked for?”

He rolled his eyes, “Do you think I’d come all the way out here if I didn’t” He handed you a gym bag that was way heavier than he made it look. You took it from him and almost toppled over with how heavy it was.

He smirked as he grabbed your elbow to steady you. “So… you’re getting back into shape? You know I wouldn’t mind training with you like we used to. You were always a good work out.”

You beamed at him, “Seriously? That would be awesome! Dabi said he doesn’t want to.”

Dabi growled in displeasure, “Oh fuck off. I never said that. I’m going to train with you AFTER your ribs are done healing.” He pointed to the bag that was now slung over your shoulder. “What’s in the bag?”

You started backing up towards your room. “Just some work out stuff. You know so Katsuki and I can start training.” You sprinted towards the room before Dabi could argue with you.

“FUCKING BRAT!” Dabi rolled his eyes before looking at an amused Bakugo. “I swear to god If you show up here unannounced one more fucking time, I’ll move us somewhere far away where you can’t find us.”

Bakugo crossed his arms over his chest and huffed, “Yeah good luck with that. Besides I was invited.” He gave Dabi a shit eating grin. “I know she only called me to get under your skin. She wanted something, you said no, and now here I am giving her what she wanted.” He shrugged, “And I’ll keep giving her what she wants. Again and Again. As long as I have to.”

Dabi’s nostrils flared as he attempted to keep his temper in check. “Sounds pretty pathetic if you ask me.”

Dabi expected that to light Bakugo’s infamous short fuse, but instead the man just chuckled. “No pathetic is what you’re going to be after she’s done with you.” Bakugo took a step closer and lowered his voice. “Take it from someone who trained with her almost every day for years… She will chew you up and spit you out.” He gave Dabi a cocky grin, “I wasn’t kidding when I said she was a good workout. I almost wish I had time to stick around and watch her kick your ass.” He checked his watch, “If she hurries I might have time to watch for a little while.”

“First you listen to us have sex, now you want to watch us work out. You are such a little perv.”

Bakugo opened his mouth but before he could make a retort you were skipping back into the living room doing a little twirl to show off your new workout clothes. You wore a matching burgundy sports bra and biker shorts, brand new black sneakers, and to Dabi’s surprise your collar. “Thank you so much Katsuki! They fit perfectly, even the sports bra!”

Dabi’s eyes cut to Bakugo’s, “Like I said… Perv.”

“My parents work in fashion idiot.” He rolled his eyes before turning back to you and giving you a genuine smile. “You look good. Remember to stretch, drink lots of water, and do a proper cool down. It’s been a long time since you worked out. Don’t try and go all plus ultra your first time.”

You returned his smile, “No promises. But I will try to go easy.” You leaned over and started to stretch giving Dabi and excellent view of your ass in your compression shorts. He was mesmerized by the way your muscles stretched and flexed under your skin. He knew you were strong, but he was about to find out how strong.

His eyes were glued to your ass until an annoying blonde boy cleared his throat. “What was that about me being a perv?” Bakugo quirked an eyebrow at Dabi. “If you can’t even watch her stretch… then you won’t stand a chance fighting her.”

Dabi scoffed, “No offense to you doll, but I think I have a little more composure then your pervy little friend here.”

You finished up your stretching and made your way to the backyard. “I don’t know… Katsuki may have struggled at first. But by the time we graduated he got really good at thwarting my attacks.” You gave Dabi a cocky smirk as the boys joined you in the yard. “I hope you’re ready because I can honestly say I’ve been looking forward to this for a while.”

Bakugo took a seat in one of the pool chairs and kicked his feet up like he was about to watch a movie, “And so have I.” He chuckled as he leaned back putting his hands behind his head, “It’s a shame Icy Hot’s not here to see this.”

You loved that Katsuki was so confident in you, but it was also making you really nervous. If the parking lot fight was any indictor, your fighting skills weren’t as sharp as they used to be. You slowly made your way to stand across from Dabi who was doing everything in his power to look unaffected and bored. His only give away was the subtle way his fingers twitched with your every movement.

You cracked your knuckles and took a fighting stance, “I’m not going easy on you.”

The look in your eyes was enough to make Dabi want to kneel at your feet. You looked dangerous and determined. You looked like a queen ready to hand out a death sentence. He closed his eyes for a brief second to collect his thoughts and in those few seconds you dove at him sweeping his feet out from under him.

You could hear Bakugo laughing loudly from his chair, “She hasn’t even activated her quirk yet and you’re already jelly!”

You quickly rolled on top of him using your knee to pin his shoulder down. You activated your quirk, “See isn’t it just easier to submit to me? You could just let me tie you up and-“

Your words swam around in his head, it was the only thing he could concentrate on. He could think of nothing else other pleasing you. Doing what you said. You were right after all. It would be so much easier to just lay here with you. He didn’t even want to fight you to begin with. NO! This wasn’t right. You wouldn’t get any better if he didn’t try. He couldn’t give up so easily.

His hand came up and covered your mouth rolling over and pining you down. “Damnit that’s freaky.” He was still trying to clear his head when your tongue darted out from between your lips and started licking his palm.”

Bakugo was practically hollering over in his chair, “Oh you fucked up now!”

Dabi’s hand started to go numb. “Wait what? What the HELL! I thought it was only if I like drank your blood or some weird shit like that! How- How are you-”

Your eyes locked with his and you began a mental battle of trying to push into his head. You hand pressed into his side and started to overwhelm him with feelings of regret. You found it was the easiest way to break someone. Lots of people could push through pain. Lots of people push through lust. But regret was an emotion that ate away at a person over time. It only grew and festered until it drove people crazy. You saw a flash of fear in his eyes and you could only imagine what memories it was bringing up. This was supposed to be fun. You didn’t want to traumatize him, so you changed tactics.

Things were about to get really uncomfortable for Katsuki.

You switched up the emotion you were flooding him with to desire, and almost immediately regretted it. His hips snapped forward of their own accord as a growl left his lips. “Fuck! You really want to do this in front of blondie?”

You saw his composure start to slip and you used it to push past that last mental barrier. “Sumbit DABI!” You clouded his head with memories of the two of you making love and pushed harder, “Submit to me. Come on baby I know you want to.”

Dabi’s hold started to loosen, but once again he was hyper aware that this was you underneath him. His goal was to protect you. Giving in now wouldn’t help. He needed to help. So he started repeating that like a life-saving mantra in his head, “I can’t give up, I can’t give up, I can’t give up.”

You snapped out of his head so quickly that is startled you. “What the-?”

Dabi jumped away from you and scurried backwards. “Come on baby girl. You got to do better than that? You thought making me horny would cloud my judgement? I’m basically horny all the time around you.” He got to his feet, dismayed that not only was his hand still numb but he couldn’t seem to get his quirk to work in that hand either. “Your quirk won’t always be able to save you. Fight me one on one. No quirks.”

You jumped to your feet as well. “Oh, but I thought we were trying to not hurt my ribs?” He could hear the sass in your voice, and it made him want to spank you. He used the hand that wasn’t currently paralyzed to create a ring of blue fire around the two of you. He focused on the sound of flames, the way it smelled as it burned the ground below. He looked at you but not in the eye.

You dove out of the way as he swung at you. It was like a dance between the two of you. His attacks came at you full force and it was all you could do just to avoid him. You were permanently on the defense. You could seem to catch your breath long enough to switch to offensive. You were getting tired and your sore ribs were screaming at you to stop. But you couldn’t. You needed to push through it. He must have seen the way you were wincing because his eyes darted to your ribs.

You screeched as he started to shrink the circle, dragging you closer to him. “You weren’t complaining about your ribs when I bent you over the kitchen counter last night.” He shrank the circle even more. You reached out desperately to touch him, but he moved out of the way. Swatting your hands away at every move. The fire was getting closer and you were starting to panic. He could see it on your face. He reached out and grabbed the back of your head and pulled you to him. Intentionally locking eyes with you. “There is nothing you could show me, say to me, or make me feel, that would break me.” Your hands darted out and cupped his cheeks. You tried to fill him with fear, but in your panicked state his emotions overwhelmed yours instead.

All you could feel was determination, defensiveness, fondness, and a deep-rooted need to protect. You locked eyes with him again this time you knew his weakness. You stared him in the eyes with yours full of fear. The blue fire inched closer and closer until it singed your back and you screamed out in pain.

There was horror in Dabi’s eyes as he looked at his hands. “I’m not doing this. Y/n! Y/n I promise I’m not doing this. He attempted to extinguish his flames, but they only got hotter and closer.

You were sobbing into his chest now. “Please put them out… please!” Your screams echoed in his ears and the only thing he could do was panic. He was hurting you. It was his quirk and yet he couldn’t stop it. “DABI IT HURTS!”

The pain in your voice was like a cold water in his veins. It pushed him into action as he managed to finally retract his quirk. He felt the flames smother out, he heard your soft sniffles. But something didn’t make sense… There’s no way Bakugo would have let this happen.

All of the sudden his eyes snapped open and you were sitting on top of him. Perfectly fine. It took him a minute to register what had just happened. “I didn’t mean to play dirty, but you’re one hard dude to crack.”

He gripped the back of your neck and pulled you down to him and smothered you with a kiss. When he pulled back your face was red, and your expression was flustered. “I’m just happy you’re okay.” He pulled you to him as he rocked you back and forth. “I thought I hurt you. Shit….” He pulled you away from him and gave you a stern look, “You’re a fucking asshole for that. What is your problem?! I already have fucking nightmares about this shit and you want to make it worse?!”

You didn’t know if you should feel ashamed or laugh. “Look I said I’m sorry! I knew that was the quickest way to get you to submit! Psychological warfare is my specialty.” His eyes remained cold, but his hands were reassuring as they traveled up and down your back. You pushed some of his sweaty hair away from his face. “I can admit I went a little too far.”

“I’m leaving before this gets too fucking sappy!” Bakugo patted your head. “Good job. You’re definitely a little rusty, but better than I thought you’d be.” He gave Dabi a sly smile, “As much as I enjoyed watching you toy with staples, I want to spar with you next time I’m here. For old times sake.”

You wiped some sweat off of your forehead as you nodded at him, “Okay! I’d love that. Maybe you could teach Dabi some of our old combo attack. Your quirks are a little similar, so some of them might work.”

Bakugo shrugged, “I doubt he could pull them off like I can, but we can try if that’s what you want.”

You nodded enthusiastically looking from Bakugo to Dabi. You were still sitting in his lap and he was suddenly feeling very territorial. His arms reached out and caged you to him, “If it’s going to end up in a pissing contest, I don’t want any part of it.”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t be so broody. Gosh it’s times like this that you remind me of your brother.”

Dabi shoved you off his lap and started to make his way back to the house. “I’m not fucking broody. You literally just made me think I was burning you alive. So, forgive me if I need some time to get my shit together.”

He brushed past a smug looking Bakugo, “I tried to warn you. She’s ruthless man. I am impressed you figured out her loophole so quickly. Once you focus on a concrete goal it’s easier to tune her quirk out. I wonder what your goal was?”

Dabi glared at him, “Don’t you have someplace you need to be?”

Bakugo sighed, “Yeah, I’m actually going out of town. So, I won’t be back for a little while. I think Icy Hot wants to come visit soon though.” He nudged you with his foot. “So, you behave until I get back.”

You waved as he made his way back into the house, “No promises! Be safe on your trip!”

A few minutes of silence passes while Dabi still stood with his arms crossed refusing to look at you. “How long are you going to pout?”

“I’m not pouting. I’m resisting the urge to bend you over my knee, spank you, and edge you until you cry.” He finally looked at you, eyes not looking nearly as angry as his voice sounded. “But as a rational adult, I think I just might go drink until I forget what you made me see.”

You wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed your face into his back. “I’m sorry. I took it too far.” Your hands snaked under his shirt and pressed to his abs. You released a calm and content feeling. He immediately sank into your touch.

His breath hitched, “While I appreciate what you’re trying to do. I’d rather you not use your quirk on me right now.”

You reached up on your tippy toes and kissed the back of his neck. “Wanna go cuddle and watch TV?”

He took your hand from under his shirt and pulled you with him back into the house. “None of that romance shit.”

That’s how you ended up on the couch with Dabi laying on top of you with his head nuzzled into your breasts. His arms were tight around your middle and your fingers slowly trailed through his hair. You knew how exhausting it was for people when you messed around with their heads. It’s exhausting and disorienting, and while you weren’t at full capacity yet, you still had gone a little rough on Dabi today. You traced patterns on his shirtless back, and you listened to his steady breathing. He had passed out halfway into the first episode of whatever show he had insisted you watch.

You still had a lot of work to do to get back into shape. Not just with your quirk but physically as well. Dabi was right when he said you couldn’t rely on your quirk for everything. You’d have to start building your strength and stamina. You had a feeling Dabi might be hesitant to train with you again any time soon, but maybe you could convince him to do some cardio or something.

You softly chuckled as you imagined what kind of cardio he would have in mind. You felt him stir on your chest, his eyes remaining shut as he burrowed further into your chest. “What’s so funny?”

Your fingers kept playing with the ends of his hair. “What would you say if I asked you to do some cardio with me?”

He rolled over a little bit and bit your nipple through your shirt. “I’d say why are you still dressed.”

He was honestly adorable when he was this sleepy. It was the only time he seemed vulnerable. “I meant like going for a run.” His face scrunched up and your hand froze in his hair. “Oh, does that not sound like fun?”

His hand grabbed yours that had stopped, and forced it to keep running through his hair. “Not at all. Especially when there’s way better ways to get your cardio in…” He started kissing your chest, and then your neck. His hands moved to your ass picking it up off the couch to slot himself deeper between your legs. “We should test how far we can push you until your collar alerts me that you might need help.”

His fingers found the waistband of your shorts and started to pull them down. You hummed as his lips continued to mouth kisses at your neck. He was very affectionate and its not that you didn’t like it, you just felt like something was still bothering him. “Hey Dabi? What did you mean earlier when you said you had nightmares?”

He growled as he picked his head up to look at you, “You really know how to ruin the mood don’t you?”

You quirked an eyebrow at him, “We said we were going to open up more remember?” He shoved his head back to its spot on your chest, using you breasts as pillows.

“Ever since the pool incident… I get nightmares. I’m sure it fucked you with you too. I basically killed you. I honestly don’t know how you even come near me.” His voice was muffled and his grip on you tightened. “Today… what you did outside… please don’t ever do that again. I’m already a monster. I have enough nightmare fuel as it is. I’ve done really fucked up things and I can handle facing most of my demons. But whether I like it or not, you are definitely a soft spot for me.”

He kissed your neck as he made his way down lifting your shirt as he went. “You have gotten under my skin.” He kissed right above your still slightly sore ribs. “You have knocked down my walls.” His fingers found the waistband of your shorts again and yanked them down. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

In a burst of speed, he had your knees over his shoulders and your ass lifted in his hands. He kissed the inside of you left knee followed by the right. His kisses trailed down to the inside of your thigh giving it quick bite that had your hips bucking.

“I know that blonde idiot has confessed his feeling to you.” His thumb started rubbing circles into your clit. “So, I need you to know. That you are more than just a way to pass the time.” You felt a finger press at your entrance. “You are more than just some girl I’m supposed to protect.” His fingers plunged into you and started pumping. “You are more than some infatuation.” His fingers curled, hitting that spot inside you making you cry out. “You are more than I ever thought I deserved.” He gave your clit a hard lick. “But I have you now and I don’t fucking intend on losing you.”

Your fingers knotted in his hair as he began sucking your clit while he fucked you with his fingers. You instinctively knew how he felt. Of course you did, you’ve felt his emotions before. But to hear him say it made your heart skip, it made your head spin. He ate you out like he hadn’t eaten in days. One hand reached up and started pulling on your nipple and you lost it. Your hipped bucked up harshly and your legs shook. You came hard and he continued to lap up every last drop, riding you through it until you finally collapsed back onto the couch.

He grinned up at you, his chin still slick, “Good giiiiirl.” He sucked his fingers into his mouth cleaning them off before reaching for his belt. “Now let’s do some of that cardio you were begging for.”

Dabi was pressing his dick at your entrance when the doorbell rang.

You both froze.

Your shorts were yanked back up as Dabi grabbed his phone to check the security system. You watched his eyes narrow at his screen before his nostrils flared. “What the fuck!” Before you could even ask who it was the front door opened and in walked Shoto who apparently had his own key.

“Oh… Am I… Interrupting something?” He closed the door behind him, “Bakugo said he told you I was coming.”

“HE SAID SOON! NOT TODAY!” Dabi threw a pillow at his younger brother, obviously pissed off about the interruption.

Shoto ignored him and made himself comfortable on the recliner next to you. “Oh, well I wasn’t planning on coming today, but there’s been some developments you need to be aware of.”

You reluctantly sat up and separated from Dabi so he could face his brother. Dabi sighed as he gestured for Shoto to continue.

“There’s several people who are avidly looking for you. And some of them have gotten too close for comfort. That’s actually what Bakugo is doing right now. He’s hunting down a lead. He’s hoping to catch some of these so-called heroes in the act so we can start dismantling their accusations against you.”

The smell of smoke filled your nostrils as Dabi’s temper started showing. “What do you mean they’ve gotten close? How close? How many of them are looking?”

Shoto gave you a sad look. “They’ve made it a top priority. Your agency released a bounty to the underground. It seems every villain and crooked hero is currently looking for you. Shigaraki is one of them… and he somehow has a list of all of your safehouses.”

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alltooreid · 4 years ago

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hey! congrats on 300!! i was wondering, if it’s okay, could you do prompt 36, all i ask is that it’s fluffy and with a she/her reader? if not it’s totally cool!! thanks and congrats again ✨✨

thank you! i hope you like this :)

Prompt: #36: “your laugh is the best sound i have ever heard”

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: .9k

Content Warnings: None! (I think, please let me know if I’m missing something!)

“Emily! Are you doing anything tonight?” Spencer walked faster to catch up to Emily as she was leaving the BAU. “They’re doing a midnight showing of The Cameraman’s Revenge at the library tonight, it’s one of the most groundbreaking animation films ever made, and since it has Russian origins I was wondering if you wanted to go see it with me.”

“Sorry Spencer, I’m exhausted and need to go feed Sergio. But I’m sure it has English subtitles, you should ask Morgan or JJ to go with you,” Emily said as she entered the elevator.

“Well actually it’s a silent film so it doesn’t-” at that point Spencer stopped, as the elevator doors had already closed, and he didn’t really think Emily was listening to him while they were open anyway.

The truth was Spencer had already asked Morgan and JJ, he was hoping he could make it a group activity but no one wanted to go with him. He was about to try his luck with Penelope and had made his way to her office when her door opened, and her and Kevin walked out.

“Oh hey Spencer! Did you need something? Me and Kevin were about to go get a drink but I can turn my stuff back on if you need me.”

“Honey we already had to cancel our reservations, this place is going to close soon,” Kevin said.

“Oh nonsense, there are other restaurants Kevin,” she bickered back. “Now what’s up 187?”

“It’s nothing actually, it can wait till tomorrow. Um, you guys have fun,” Spencer quickly replied before turning on his heels.

“Wait! Are you doing anything tonight Spencer? You should totally come with us, the more the merrier right!”

Kevin didn’t even attempt to hide his eyeroll, “This is our date Penelope, come on I don’t want to be late.”

“You said it yourself Kevin, we don’t have any reservations to be late to. Spencer’s my friend and we can go on a date some other time,” Garcia said. Although she wasn’t officially a profiler, Spencer had learned a long time ago not to underestimate Penelope Garcia’s people reading abilities. She knew he was feeling down about being rejected from after work plans and although Spencer was sure she would rather go on her date alone, she didn’t want one of her best friends to go home so sad.

“It’s okay, um I should probably just go home. I’m really tired actually,” he lied.

Penelope smiled sadly, “Well then you go sleep genius, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Spencer waved bye before speed walking back to the elevator, trying to ignore the bickering couple he was leaving behind. Especially Kevin’s comments about how difficult it was to hold a conversation with him.

Instead, Spencer decided to just go to the movie by himself.

As he was walking into the library (which as always was incredibly empty) he noticed the man who usually played the movies was not there, instead a young woman was in his place.

“Oh hey! Come on in, I was nervous it was gonna be just me tonight.”

“Where’s Doug?” Spencer asked, he knew the man who was in charge of the foreign movie nights well, and had never seen him miss a day.

“Oh, I’m his daughter, Y/N. He wasn’t feeling well today so he asked me to sub in. You must be Spencer. My dad talks about you all the time.”

“Really?”

“Really. You would think you were his kid. Always raving about how smart you are and how cool your job is to anyone who will listen. Makes me look like a real drag.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know he was doing that, I-”

He was cut off by a laugh, “I’m joking, I find it funny. If I was your friend, trust me I’d be doing the exact same thing.”

Spencer blushed, no one had ever expressed such an obvious interest in being his friend before. Doug had talked about his daughter a couple times but Spencer never pictured her as this charming and pretty. Not to mention her laugh was adorable.

Maybe it was time to put all of Derek’s “expert pointers” to use.

“Um, how determined are you to show this movie tonight?” Spencer asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, there’s a diner across the street that had really good all day pancakes. . .”

She smiled as she caught on, “I guess if no one showed up we’d just have to move movie night to another day huh.”

“I mean that would be unfortunate, but if it must be done. . . “

Y/N laughed again, which was quickly becoming like music to Spencer’s ears. His jokes never were this well received with his friends. They usually found his attempts to be humorous hard to understand or odd.

“Well then let’s go. I think pancakes sound a lot better than watching a hyper realistic bug animation. I will let you know though, I’m awful to have a conversation with. I laugh at everything, I’m like a hyena.”

Spencer smiled. “Trust me Y/N, after the day I’ve had, your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard.”

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starryseung · 5 years ago

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han jisung + shower sex

◜24 kinktober◞

! : 1.3k , sub!jisung , dom!reader , brat taming(?) , shower sex , unprotected sex , (also!! reader uses a soap on jisung, which is supposed to be safe! don't try this without actual research (even though i highly doubt anyone will lol) since there's a diff. kind of soap for this kinda stuff!! always practice safe sex please :D)

“jisung~ don’t come too close you’re literally drenched in sweat,” you whine, pushing your boyfriend away from you. he’d just come home from practice, and there was no way you were going to let his sweaty body near you; no matter how hot he looked.

“have you washed up after school?”

“…no?”

“then you can’t stop me,” jisung lunges himself on you, giggling as you squirm under him, yelling at him to get off — but too busy laughing as he presses himself against you, grinning himself when he looks down at you. you’re pushing at his chest weakly, his cologne filling your nostrils as you fake gag, and jisung lightly hits your shoulder.

“come on~ y/n, you smell bad too now, so let’s clean up together,” he looks at you with a shit-eating smirk and you laugh at his expression, throwing your head back onto the cushion and your shutting your eyes close. he pecks your neck before pulling you up, a small pout on his lips as he puts no effort dragging you to the bathroom.

you both quickly undress as the warm water runs in the tub, almost filling it up by the time you both are done. you move ahead of jisung, in a hurry to just hop into the warm water to avoid the cold bathroom air. jisung follows suit, and you both move in the small tub to find a good position before you plop yourself between jisung’s legs, your back resting against his chest, head on his shoulder as he sighs.

the position is rather comfortable, nothing sexual, nothing suggestive either. you’ve been in this position way too many times to count, so this should be just fine. this should be just fine, right? because jisung cannot get himself to think straight, the way the warm water soothes down his back and legs, sloshing between his legs since he can’t sit straight in one position for more than thirty seconds before his mind starts to focus on the blood rushing south.

you click your tongue when he moves again for the hundredth time, turning your head to face him just centimetres away from you. “can you stop moving, baby boy?”

that was it. the fucking pet name you called him once, and he was mush in your hands. he bites his lip and nods, trying not not let the whine bubbling up him neck pass out his lips. instead, it comes out as a small, high-pitched hum, and he nods furiously again, clenching his jaw before swallowing his own saliva. you close your eyes again, resting your head again against his chest as you turn to pick up the soap from behind him. he lets out a little sigh, his head dropping down as he comes to face reality, literally, in the form of his little too hard for a peaceful shower cock erected right in his face.

moving your hand back, you look down to notice the very obvious problem, his cock erect against his stomach, his cheeks flushed red.

“what’s this?” jisung snaps his head to look at you when you question him, eyes wide as he makes a sorry attempt to cover his cock, and you giggle softly, moving his shaky hand away from him before pressing your palm to his chest, turning around so you’re facing him properly.

“you got hard, baby boy?” jisung nods a ‘yes’ hesitantly, his brain hyper focused on your touch as you slowly trail your hand down his skin, placing it on his hip bone — ignoring his throbbing cock — and moving down to his thighs, your touch gentle on his thighs under the surface of the water.

he whines softly, taking your hand before guiding it to himself, feather light touches on his cock as you drag your fingers around it, not really grabbing ahold of it, like he wanted it. and so he whines again, clenching his jaw as his hips slowly buck into your touch, and you pull away completely.

“either you sit there and take what i give you, or i’m gonna leave you blue-balled without you being able to touch yourself. which one?” you groan, opening the soap bottle before spilling some in your palm, putting it back in place as you wait for him to respond.

“s-sorry, i’ll listen.” he squeaks, and you smile warmly, ruffling his hair. you use your clean hand to splosh some water on him before slowly applying the soap on his hard length, a loud whine reverberating throughout the bathroom walls. jisung throws his head back as your fingers slowly spread the soap all over his cock, lathering him before your fingers wrap around him tighter, moving tantalizingly slowly on his hard length, up and down as you take your sweet time.

jisung felt like crying at the pace you were going at, but he knew if he were to object, you wouldn’t let him touch himself, let alone fuck him at all. so the least he could do is wait for the torture to end, his head thrown back as his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, chest heaving as he moans.

you run your hand slightly faster, brushing the pad of your thumb on his slit before caressing his tip, your own wetness leaking out when he lets out those sinful noises throughout the small room, the occasional splash of water whenever you move your hand.

soon, your wrists snap against his cock, your fingers moving quickly around him as he arches his back, whining louder before his orgasm washes over him, thick white spurts leaving his cock and covering your fist as you slow down your movements, washing your hands under the water before pulling out the plug, watching the water drain down before the tap pours in clean water back in the tub. you pull out the shower head carefully, turning it on and checking the force on yourself, before aiming it at jisung’s thighs, slowly rising up. he winces when the water hits right against his still-hard cock, your hand moving down to clean the soap lathered boy.

when you deem him clean enough, you shut the shower, putting it back in place before moving back between his legs to face him. there was still pre-cum leaking out of his slit, and you genuinely felt pity for the poor boy. so leaning up to him, you place a soft kiss against his jaw and then on his lips, moving so your heat is right above his tip. slowly lowering yourself, you rub your folds against him, both of you moaning as you sink lower, fingers digging into his shoulders, his hands wrapped around your wrists to support you upright. moving further lower, it was as if you’d ascended to heaven, the warm water providing the perfect lubrication and friction between your bodies.

a shaky breath leaves you, your thighs moving to rise on him before dropping back down on him, opting to roll your hips against him as his hands snaked to hold your thighs, subtly guiding your movements as you do so. jisung’s eyes are trained at how your hole swallows him entirely, eyes screwing shut when you clench around him, riding him once again at a steady pace.

his breathing intensifies, eyes looking back up to find yours as you lean down to kiss him roughly, your teeth biting down on his bottom lip as he whines, trying his hardest to not buck his hips up into you.

“good boy,” you breathe out in his mouth, moving your hips faster on him as the water keeps moving beneath you two, his cock throbbing in you as you angle your hips, his tip brushing over your sensitive spots repeatedly when you go lower on him.

“gonna- gonna cum,” he warns you, his high so close he can taste it.

“gonna come, pretty boy? gonna make a mess again?” jisung whimpers, feeling you ride him as his second orgasm crashes down on him. he watches as his translucent juices leak down your hole and into the water, which you reach out weakly to drain out. but jisung reaches out to hold your hand, placing it back on his chest as he slowly bucks his hips into you, making you lean forward on him.

“wanna make you feel good,”

you cock your head to the side, smirking.

“make me feel good, then.”

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space-blue · 3 years ago

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I’ll stop asking in multiples one day. For the fandom list. 1, 5, 10

Ehehe thanks for asking, multiple is fun! From these!

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

Since I'm pretty deep in the aroace waters, I generally don't really have OTPs and also don't really give a fuck what people like. I've shipped some really stupid stuff just for fun, and most of the time I can come up with a scenario that makes me "buy" any coupling.

What happens more often is that a pairing in canon will be baffling to me. Fanfic has the time to expend on a relationship, make it earned or believable. Also fanfic can tweak canon, so yeah. I can get behind pretty much any OTP in fandom if it's presented conclusively. I still have like, one Notp (Thrawn x Pryce), but it's not that I don't get it, just that I dislike it enough to block it from my dash and avoid all fics.

THIS BEING SAID. I cannot understand how canon is trying to sell us Cait x Vi. Sorry guys! Please don't take me to the pillory.

Cait is a 1% hyper privileged and a cop. Vi is a victim of a violent and abusive system, who lost her parents to cops lethal violence and also 5 to 10 years of her youth to cop abuse of power. She and Cait are so diametrically opposed, I cannot believe any normal and sane human being in Vi's position would fall for Cait within two days, no matter how cute or nice she is (and she's not very nice for a large part of it, and insanely naive the entire time).

I just feel like their entire "romance" was rushed at the cost of Vi's entire character integrity. I spent hours assimilating she knows, as a child, how downtrodden she is, how broken the system is, how much more suffering is in stock for them, and then boom, she suffers the worst possible fate short of death, and she falls for the first cute cop she meets? Please... Then she rats out her sister to the entire COUNCIL? Who are you and why are you haunting Vi's body?

So yeah, basically set out to write Fathers and Daughters specifically to fix Vi, because she's the lynchpin characters of this show, and she was done crazy disservice to hurry her into an unconfirmed 2 days romance with Cait.

Absolutely no shade here on Caitvi shippers. I'm very happy the main ship of the fandom is F/F, it's a breath of fresh air compared to so many others. Like I said, I'm certain a lot of fics out there actively fix their relationship by addressing my concern, deepening their relationship, stretching canon over more time, etc. I'm sure I could love those fics too. It's what is in canon that leaves me (；⌣̀_⌣́)

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

Nah. I'm an old dysfunctional granny. I follow like 5 people and I'm liberal with my block button. If stuff gets heated over some ship I disconnect from that discourse and don't think about it.

Like I said above, I'm not really that concerned with shipping. Even if I read or write it, I tend to focus on platonic dynamics, found family, and if I ship, it's usually centric to one character. Sure I'll read Silco/anyone or Obi-Wan/Anyone.

So fandom would need to ruin Obi-Wan himself (fear), etc. Which I'm happy to report has never happened yet.

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

Siiiiiiiigh. I'm a Clone Wars fan. Why would you ask me that... I'll have to make a list!! x'D

In all seriousness, most of the Padmé & kiddie politics arcs, droid arcs, Jar Jar arcs (except his epic Windu team up one that was awesome lol)... But the arcs that grate me the most are the flawed ones that have amazing potential but never end up finished.

Umbara?? What happens to Tup???? How do the clones deal with trauma?? How does Anakin feel about his men being put through the grinder with a fallen Jedi? Does it not strain his relationship to Palps?

The Slavery arc. That was so fucked honestly, 14 yo Ahsoka hanging out in a fucking cage in the sun, getting grim promises from her future "owner", a grown ass man with a grudge... Like... There should have been far more repercussions to that. Where is the arc where they heal? Where is the arc where Obi-Wan deals with the after effect of the horrors he witnessed and endured?

Yes, it's a kid's show. But you are showing kids 10+ people being sent falling to their death for kilometers for one man to MAKE A POINT, so some "processing trauma" stuff can't exactly be deemed too dark.

And holy shit let's not forget Deception arc. I love it. Bane/Hardeen my grubby beloveds!! BUT—

WHERE IS THE AFTERMATH!! Obi-Wan CHOSE not to warn Anakin. He played dead, burnt all of his social bridges. It's insane that the show gives them a tiny aborted conversation and that this is never revisited again.

It's also a shame because it's a missed opportunity to spend more time looking at the bridge in confidence between Obi and Anakin. And yes, it's a kid's show. That could be addressed during another exciting mission.

I just feel like the show shies away from its own consequences a lot.

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qianoir · 4 years ago

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IT3D 2 - Galaga vs. ET

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: college students!WayV x Chinese fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: non-idol au, college au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ (Do not interact if you are under 18)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: heavy cursing (censored), mentions of sex, nudity, love octogon, foreign humor, overbearing parents

♡ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @eggbutnotyolk @d1nne @fanficbitchwhowriteskpop @staysstrays

Preview < 1 < 2 < 3

Your stomach started to churn during the lesson so you pulled out a handful of white rabbit candy from the front pocket of your bag. There was more candy than school supplies in your bag so you generously handed a few each to Xiaojun and Kun, whose empty tummies thanked you greatly. The professor soon closed the lecture and the three of you headed out together.

"I don't suppose either of you guys have dance next?" You ask the two boys with a slight laugh.

Both shook their heads. Kun pulled out his schedule, "I have biology." Xiaojun was searching for something or someone behind you as he spoke, "My next class isn't until 2. I'm gonna go try to find one of my other friends. I'll see you guys later?" Kun and you farewelled Xiaojun’s take off.

"Come on, I'll walk you to the dance studio." Kun offered his arm, which you accepted. "You know where dance class is, but you aren't in it?" Kun shook his head, "One of my friends takes dance, as well. He got so lost this morning, I had to help him find the hall."

"Wow I wish I had a friend like you four hours ago.." You told him, remembering Xuejiao and her useless a.ss. Kun smiled, "He should still be in there. He has like 3 dance classes mixed in his schedule." You took note of this and unlinked your arm from Kun's as he delivered you to the dance hall. "Thank you for walking me."

"No problem. I'll catch you around. Good luck!" Kun waved good-bye as you walked into the studio. Immediately, you were hit with shocking sound waves and saw a few very skilled dancers performing some contemporary urban routine. You walked along the far wall to the back corner of the room to put your stuff down then unpacked your dance clothes and walked into the dressing rooms.

Dressing rooms in China are usually very strictly organized to separate genders. The room you walked into did not clearly decipher what gender it was made for, so you could only hope you chose the correct one. You turned a corner housing unoccupied lockers and.. a man fully clothed in ballet attire.. thankfully. The beautiful Asian man looked up from fixing his tights.

"I'm so sorry I thought this was the women's dressing room!" You stuttered, blushing in uncomfy embarrassment.

The man chuckled at you and stood up straight. "You're fine. Everything on this campus is co-ed." He said with a small eye roll. "Oh.. that's a little.. discomforting.." You said, dragging your eyes to the floor to avoid staring at the beautiful man's beautiful body.

He pointed to your dance clothes. "You're taking ballet?" You nodded. "So am I. The class is about to start.. you should get ready quickly." He walked past you, out into the studio.

The strange encounter gave you chills. You wondered if he was the friend Kun mentioned. After all, he was the fourth Asian guy you had seen today. Am I just like a magnet for cute Asian boys?

Taking his advice, you quickly got dressed and slipped out into the dance room where the instructor was already giving his new term speech. You tried to attract as little attention as possible as you walked to sit in an empty space on the floor, which was a little further ahead from the boy you previously met.

"So enough about myself, let's go around the room and have each of you introduce yourself and tell us about your dance background. Starting with blondie over there." The instructor points to a pretty girl with dyed blonde hair.

"Hi, I'm Hyo Yeon Kim, I'm from Incheon, South Korea and I have been dancing mainly hip hop since I was seven years old."

The class claps and this continues for every student. Then it's his turn. He sits up straight and waves around the room as he introduces himself.

"Hi, I'm Sicheng Dong. I'm from Wenzhou, China and I have specialized in traditional Chinese dance since I was 10 years old."

So Sicheng is his name..

Suddenly, the studio door bursts open with a petite Asian boy panting like he just ran the Great Wall.

"S.. sorry.. I'm late.. I slept through the alarms.. I never set." The boy fixes his dance clothes which were thrown carelessly over his body.

"That's ok, son. Come in and introduce yourself and tell us about your dance history." The instructor motions for him to join the group. The boy suddenly has so much energy and brightly greets us, waving his hand high in the air.

"Hi everyone!! My name is Chittaphon “Ten" Leechaiyapornkul! I'm from Bangkok, Thailand and I have been dancing since the womb!!" Everyone laughs at his personality, except Sicheng, who just rolls his eyes, but still smiles at the bubbly boy. Ten takes a seat on the floor next to Sicheng who offers him a hi-five. I guess all the Asians keep it tight here, huh?

"We're almost done, you there, go ahead." The instructor points to you and you straighten your spine before speaking.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I'm from Hong Kong and I have been dancing contemporary ballet since I was eight years old."

"Very good, Y/N. I think you will fit in nicely with our ballet class." The instructor nods at you before addressing the whole class, "Right, so we will continue to get into actual dancing in the next class. Thank you all for showing up, even if not on time." Everyone turns to Ten who just smiles cheekily in return. "Class dismissed."

You pick yourself up from the floor and decide to wait until everyone has changed to change yourself, since the idea of co-ed dressing rooms still doesn't sit well in your mind. While you wait in the corner, Ten and Sicheng walk towards you.

“Y/N, right?" Ten asks. "Yes, that's me." You smile. "We should hang out sometime! We have a whole clique of native Chinese friends you could be a part of."

"Actually I think I may have already met some of them. Do you know Dejun Xiao and Kun Qian?"

Ten nods enthusiastically. "Wow small world! I'll add you to a group chat with all of us. Give me your phone!" Ten takes your phone from your hands and starts typing your number on his own. The device is suddenly buzzing with new message notifications as it is returned to your hands.

"I can't be late to my next class- we can meet up later! See you, Y/N!!” Ten rushes out of the studio, leaving you and Sicheng alone in the corner.

"Sorry if he scared you. He can be a bit hyper." Sicheng says with a small grin. You wave him off, "It's fine. You should go change now."

"Are you waiting for me to change so you can be alone in the dressing room?" You stay silent. "If you've been taking dance classes since you were eight, you should learn that going out of your comfort zone is essential." Sicheng teases, but offers another option, "There is a better place to change if you're that uncomfortable with it, come on."

Sicheng leads you into the dressing room where you are met with various colors of boobs and a.ss cracks. You just look up and let Sicheng guide the rest of the way. You hear him giggle at your flushed face. You arrive at a spatial closet that is filled with hi-tech film equipment. "This is one of the theatre storage closets. Xiaojun and I hang out here a lot."

Sicheng looks around the room while you stand there, bag in hand and ready to change. His eyes land on you awaiting awkwardly in front of him and he realizes, "Oh sorry! I'll leave you to change." Sicheng apologizes and rushes out of the closet. You laugh at the quirkiness of the cute boy and start getting dressed up again.

Walking out of the storage closet, you see Sicheng waiting in the empty dressing room. He holds up your schedule as he notices you coming out. "You dropped this and I couldn't help but see you're free for a couple of hours. I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch with me and the rest of the guys in the group chat Ten added you to? My treat." He says, handing back your schedule.

You stuff the paper back into your bag, "I would love to."

"Awesome. Let's go."

The two of you walked around the campus and met up with five other Asian guys by the sculpted fountains, three of them being Xiaojun, Kun, and Ten. Xiaojun and Kun noticed you immediately. "Hey nice to see you again. I see you've met Winwin and Ten." You look at Xiaojun confused. "Winwin?"

"That's my nickname." Sicheng blushes. "You can call me 'Win.' It sounds manlier." He puffs his chest a little.

“Y/N, this is Lucas and Hendery. Hendery is from Macau and Lucas is from Hong Kong, like you!" Kun introduced you and Lucas gave you a hi-five, "Waaah what's up, little Hong Konger!?" You laugh as his hi-five pulls you into a bro-hug, where your face painfully smacks into his hard chest. "It's been a while since I've met someone from my hometown. What are you doing in America?" Lucas asked you.

"My parents wanted me to attend an Ivy League to become the best doctor in Hong Kong, so here I am with painful irony." You answered. "Cool, cool. I'm studying animal biology. I love animals, especially puppies."

"You are a puppy!" Ten calls out and everyone agrees. "We actually have a dog and two cats hidden in our dorm, but don't tell the DA." Lucas puts a finger to his lips.

"GUYS LOOK WHAT I JUST SCORED! THEY'RE GIVING OUT FREE CONDOMS!!"

The annoying, orange-haired, Taiwanese kid from your chem class ran to all of you with like 20 unopened condoms in his hands. All of the guys facepalmed and you just rolled your eyes at more of his immature behavior. Yangyang’s eyes fell on you and hid all of the condoms behind his back as he screeched, "What the hell guys!? Why did you invite a chick to hang out with us?? We can't have a girl knowing our manly secrets!"

"B!tch, you and I both know those aren't going to fit your 5’8” a.ss." You motioned to the golden X-tra large rubbers hiding behind his back. The guys except Yangyang laughed when his face started turning red, proving the accuracy of your assumptions.

"You two know each other?" Asked Xiaojun. "We have a.. history." Yangyang narrowed his eyes at you, stuffing the condoms into his backpack without breaking visual contact. "Get over yourself. We only met this morning." You scoffed. The young boy stuck his tongue out at me like he had done once before.

"Let's go eat. I'm starving." Hendery groans.

The group walks to the dining hall where different restaurants are catered to the students and staff. It was decided to eat at a Hawaiian rooftop grill. You sat near the edge with a great view of Manhattan. Winwin sat on your right with Lucas and Kun next to him. Xiaojun sat across from you with Hendery and Yangyang on his side, and Ten at the front of the long table. You looked over the menu placed in your hands.

"Get whatever you want, ok?" Win told you and you complied with thanks. The guys ordered a bunch of food for the table as well as for themselves; you ordered a simple ahi tuna poke bowl.

Upon the food’s arrival, Kun starts a conversation. "How is everyone's first day going?"

"My professor hit my wrist with a ruler because I said Galaga sucked." Yangyang answered. "You had it coming. You think ET: The Video Game should have made a comeback." Xiaojun attacked.

"None of you fools gave ET a chance." Yangyang crossed his arms and looked away.

"My calc professor ate an egg and bacon biscuit from Tim Hortons, then fell asleep." Win said as he stuffed his cheeks with macaroni salad.

"Did he ever wake up?" You wheezed and asked him.

"No."

"Hendery what's on your neck?"

"He got that good-good on the first day- my man!" Yangyang said with his cheeks full.

"Some kid in my aerophysics class launched a bottle rocket into my neck. It really hurts." Hendery replied, rubbing the sore area.

"D.amn."

...

"This dude in my psych class kinda packing no homo." Everyone groaned at Xiaojun’s comment, Ten just smiled and beamed him up.

Everyone finished eating and you offered to pay for yourself, but Winwin wouldn't allow it. You all walked back to the fountains you had met up. Yangyang, Hendery, and Kun left for their next class together. "What do you have next?" Win asked you. "I have biology." You replied.

"Oh you're with us!" You looked over at Lucas and Ten. Turning back to Winwin, "I'll see you later. Maybe we could have a movie night sometime this week, just you and me?" He proposed. "Sure. That sounds fun. Also thank you for buying me lunch, it was yummy." Win smiled at you. "No problem. I'll text you tonight." You nodded and parted ways with the lovely boy who walked with Xiaojun- the other lovely boy.

You walked off with the three Chinese boys, not looking forward to biology, but glad to spend the hour with your cool new friends.

To be continued…

*DA = dorm advisor

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