#STUDY — & i’m still a believer but i don’t know why *☾

[erinlindsayy]

professor || carol danvers

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ . ┊ You're Carol's designated note taker, and usually the one teaching her a few things. What happens when you give her the wrong set of notes?

➺  warnings: dirty talk, spanking, edging, violent use of straps, carol danvers tops (but I fully believe she's a switch now), umm... general unholiness, bratting, etc.

✧   a/n: surprise... I'm back... more content coming soon... I promise I've got a val/carol/r fic coming soon, but this popped into my head and I couldn't resist... JOCK COLLEGE CAROL, OK? JOCK RUGBY COLLEGE CAROL.

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“Can any of you attempt to discern meaning from this week’s assigned reading? Why might I have selected this particular work for you all?” asks Professor Valkyrie, starting class for the day. Your hand immediately raises, and she nods in your direction. 

“Well, was not Beckett’s entire point to find meaning in the absence of conventional meaning?” 

Professor Valkyrie, nods. 

‘Interesting thought,” she says. “Care to elaborate?”

“Well,” you begin. “Beckett created a landscape for us that is so alien and foreign, and unlike what we know. The play does not include any symbolic elements, and it does not really go anywhere. You might try to make meaning out of the carrot that Didi and Gogo share, or the leaves appearing on the tree, but they literally mean nothing. At the end of the play--we, as well as Vladimir and Estragon, are all still waiting for Godot. So, in a sense, there is no meaning, but perhaps there is meaning in the fact that there is no intended meaning.” 

“Good,” replies Professor Valkyrie. “As always, a carefully articulated and thoroughly crafted response. Excellent work as usual.” 

You smile politely, and fall back into your seat as Professor Valkyrie continues to lecture about Samuel Beckett and the wonderful nature and reality of Waiting for Godot. 

Meanwhile, you’ve jotted at the top of your notes, in big bold letters ‘I hate this play!’ 

After all, the ability to just to understand and converse about a work of literature does not mean that one has to enjoy it. 

After class, you’re stopped, as usual, by the one and only  Carol Danvers. Resident jock, captain of the division one team, aspiring pilot, rumored sex god extrodinare, Carol Danvers. She’s quite the legend around campus, but not exactly for her work ethic as it pertains to academic pursuits, which are... lacking, to put it politely. 

“Do you have my notes for me,” she asks, holding her hand out. “I need to at least act like I’m going to study tonight, right?” 

You roll your eyes. “Carol, why do you ask for my notes if you never use them? You do realize that mere possession of the notes will not translate into you understanding the material, yes? You have to actually read them in order for the information to enter your head.” 

Your reply is snarky, short and snappy, but you’re fed up with Carol at this point. She asks you for notes in all the classes you share together (which, granted, is not many,) but never seems to read them or take any of her classes very seriously. Carol narrows her eyes at the response. 

“I’ll just sleep on them? Os--” 

You cut her off, finishing her sentence. 

“--mosis does not apply, Carol. You know that. You cannot absorb the material through the pores of your skin. Read the notes, and actually try for once, or stop bothering me. I could be taking notes for myself, rather than focusing on summarizing all of the lectures so that you can stuff them into your bag, never to see the light of day again. Don’t ask me for notes again unless you’re ready to be serious.” 

With that, you hastily pull out a few papers from your bag, not bothering to double check if they were the correct ones or not. You shove the papers into Carol’s and turn away sharply, not bothering to look back. Granted, you were headed in the completely wrong direction, but you weren’t about to give Carol the satisfaction of seeing your face again. 

Of course, Carol knows that you hardly need notes for your own purposes. Summarizing the lectures for her provides you with the information you need to keep your own mind sharp, with years of literary study and reading filling in the blanks to broader context for you. But still, you love to hassle her. Carol does feel guilty occasionally, knowing how much work you put into the notes you take for her. They’re always organized, and you write important little tidbits down in the margins. She always glances at them, but can never bring herself to actually study the notes. 

Tonight is different. Carol is inspired, reenergized by your scathing talk. She sits down at her desk, and finally pulls out the notes you gave her. She reads the first line, and laughs to herself. 

These definitely weren’t the notes she meant to give me, she thinks to herself. 

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You’re startled out of your evening study session by a loud ding from your phone. Normally, you wouldn’t check your phone in the middle of studying, but you’re intrigued. 

Your jaw drops slightly when you notice that the text is from Carol. 

8:57 hey. I’ve got a question about the notes

You’re shocked. Carol actually... read the notes? 

9:00 Shoot for it. How can I help? 

9:01 Well. The notes weren’t really on Waiting for Godot

9:04 Oh. Did I give you a repeat copy of last weeks’?

9:05 Well, I wouldn’t exactly say that they’re standard academic notes

You roll your eyes at her comment, typing out a harsh response before deleting it and sending a far more cordial reply. 

9:06 Oh? 

9:07 Well, for starters, I don’t think that Waiting for Godot has anything to do with sex. 

Attached to her text is a picture of your recent exploration of the things that turned you on, or as you aptly named it “An empirical study of the things that make me wet.” 

You’d never meant for anyone to see it, ever. It was purely a list of the things that you desperately wanted to try, things you enjoyed watching and reading, various things that interested you. 

You’d written the list mostly as a joke, as a way to get the ideas out of your head. You wondered how it even found your way into your backpack, and you’re ready to curl up into a ball and cry when Carol texts you again. 

9:13 I could help you, you know

9:14 I have a few things that I could teach you

9:15 What do you say we make a deal? 

You swallow thickly, intrigued. 

9:17 What sort of deal? 

9:19 You teach me literature. 

9:21 I’ll fulfill your deepest fantasies. (And take you out on a date ;) )

You blink slowly, unable to process the words appearing on your screen. A date? Lessons in sex? It all seems to be far too much to handle, and you’re not sure if Carol is serious. The prospect is alluring, however, and you can’t help but admit that you’ve had the tiniest (largest) of crushes on Carol ever since you saw her in that signature leather jacket of hers, kicking her legs up against the desk in front of her, even if your feelings were against your better judgment. You knew she was aware of this fact, and the way you were always angry around him for some odd reason. 

9:24 If this is a joke, it isn’t funny, Carol. 

9:30 I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow. Be ready. We’re getting pasta.  

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“So. You want to be a pilot, but now you’re here playing rugby and studying literature?”

Carol shrugs. 

“My best friend Maria and I were supposed to enlist together, but some shit happened and he needed me to stick around. I’ve always been good at rugby even though my dad hated that I played sports, and so I stuck around here. Got a full scholarship for rugby, and put the dream of flying aside. The academy will always be there. It’s not what I wanted, but it’s what Maria needed. I couldn’t just leave her when she needed me most.” 

You smile softly at Carol, shocked by her sudden display of emotion. She’s clearly conflicted, and her eyes drift up to the sky, staring wistfully at the dimming horizon. 

“I think that’s very brave of you, Carol. You’re a really good friend,” you say, reaching out to place a hand atop hers in a sudden burst of confidence. The evening had been oddly pleasant, and conversation flowed between the two of you. Granted, Carol was still somewhat of an egotistical jerk, but she was obviously emotionally conflicted, and she had sacrificed her biggest dream to help her closest friend when she needed it most.  

Carol looks down at your hand, tensing up for a second before flipping her palm to meet yours and giving your hand a quick squeeze. 

“I’m alright, ok? I don’t want you worrying about me.” 

You nod. Carol smiles, and moves to stand up. 

“What do you say we get out of here, and head back to my place? Maybe watch a movie?” 

You smile, nodding at Carol. “I’d like that a lot,” you whisper. “I’d like that.” 

Carol holds her hand out to you, helping you up out of your chair. You move to pull your hand out of hers, assuming she meant to just assist you up, but she holds on firmly as the two of you walk back to her vintage red Mustang. 

The drive back to her apartment is filled with throwbacks from the 90s, widows open and hair wild. You’re both singing the words of the songs obnoxiously, relishing in the sweet freedom of the open night. 

When you finally reach her apartment, your eyes are bright and your hair is messy. You look over at Carol, messy hair strewn about. You begin to laugh uncontrollably, with Carol joining shortly after upon seeing your own windblown look. 

When the laughter finally succeeds, you look over at Carol to find her gazing at you intently. You laugh apprehensively, but Carol’s gaze does not falter.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful,” she asks. 

You nod your head slowly. “Not really, no.” 

“But you had a boyfriend?” 

You nod. “It wasn’t really the best of situations. I’ve since come to many realizations about myself since then.” 

Carol smiles. “Well, then I guess I’ll just have to tell you as many times as I possibly can to make up for the lack of times you’ve been told that.” 

“Carol, I don’t even know how to respond to that,” you sputter out. 

“So don’t.” 

Carol leans in over the middle of the car, hesitantly pressing her lips against yours in a tender kiss. You’re surprised at first, but you lean into the kiss, melting against her mouth. Your hands tangle in her already messy hair, and you smile against her lips. The kiss intensifies as your hands begin to roam down Carol’s back, fingers itching to explore. She pulls her hands off of you, smiling softly. 

“Let’s head inside, Princess. We can have a lot more fun in my bedroom than we ever will out here.” 

You nod your head, eagerly anticipating the next steps. 

When you reach her apartment, he leads you past the kitchen, flipping on various light switches as she heads through the living room, finally reaching her bedroom. It’s surprisingly neat, with framed photos of her and a woman that you guessed was her friend Maria. There’s a small pin shaped like a sort of star resting atop her desk, with a framed photo of an adorable orange kitten. Her bed is neatly made, and the room is incredibly put together. 

“You like it, huh?” 

You jump, startled by Carol’s voice. 

“Yeah. Um, it’s very nice,” you reply. “Super neat.” 

Carol laughs. 

“Yeah, for all my disorganization at school, I do like to keep my apartment pretty tidy.” 

Carol walks over to her desk and picks up your list. 

“I think this belongs to you, my darling. We don’t have to do anything with it, or even speak of it again should you so wish that to be the case.” 

You bite your lip, considering your options. 

“Were you really serious, Carol?” 

Your heart is beating fast, and your palms are beginning to grow clammy. 

She laughs. 

“Of course I was serious, Princess. Why would I offer if I wasn’t?” 

You look down, mumbling your answer out. 

“I didn’t really think someone like you would ever be interested in someone like me, honestly.” 

Carol laughs, walking over to you. She gently tilts your chin up, meeting your eyes. 

“Hey. You’re smart, you’re beautiful, and you drive me up a wall when you’re yelling at me to fucking finally read your notes, as you so kindly put it in your own words. Of course I would be interested in a girl like you. You’re incredible.” 

She kisses you softly, slipping hers hands underneath your sweater. Breaking away for a second, she whispers to stop her if anything is too much. Green for go, she says. Red for stop. 

Her hands roam up your body, making their way up to your neck. She gently squeezes at the column of your throat, whispering in your ear. 

“I noticed you had this on your list, Princess. I did read your notes this time, and I did study up. I know all the things that could make you tick. And yet, I still want to hear you tell me what you want. You want me to choke you? Squeeze your throat till you’re begging me to stop?” 

“Yes, please,” you moan out. 

“Then use your words, Princess. Mmm... and what else should we do today? What other things from your little list do you want to try? I know you don’t want to start off simple... You even said so yourself. Tell me with your words, Princess. Tell me what you want.” 

You gasp, head tipping back as Carol’s hands resume their exploration of your body. 

“Cat got your tongue, Princess? Normally you’re so vocal during class... Why change now?” 

You moan again, unable to speak properly as Carol’s fingers find your nipples, gently pinching. He pinches harder when you are unable to answer her question. 

Moving hers hand to cup your jaw, he harshly tilts your face to look at him. 

“Answer me, Princess. I’m growing impatient and I don’t have all day. Normally you’re so quick to answer. What a shame.” 

“Put me in my place, please,” you gasp out, voice breaking. “I want you to edge me and spank me and punish me and tell me what a naughty little girl I’ve been, touching myself to the thought of you. I want to eat you out while I’m forced to touch myself, unable to cum without your permission. I want you to choke me as you pound me into the mattress with your cock, reminding me of my place. I want to be your good little girl, moaning only your name as you show me who I belong to.” 

Carol smirks. 

“I’ll be honest—I always knew you had a thing for me. You weren’t exactly discreet. The secret is, I had a thing for you too. I wasn’t expecting you to write about me in your notes, though. And I definitely wasn’t expecting you to write something like that ever. Our little teacher’s pet, our good little girl, the smartest girl in class—and such filthy thoughts! Didn’t take me long to figure out who the mysterious blonde figure was. You wrote some pretty explicit stuff in there, Princess. You’re such a filthy little whore... So many dirty thoughts! Imagine if those notes had fallen into the wrong hands...” 

Carol’s hands dip to the edge of your sweater, swiftly pulling it off of your body. She cocks an eyebrow at you upon seeing the lacy navy blue bodysuit underneath that you’d specifically selected for tonight. 

“Did you wear this just for me?” 

You nod. 

“Good girl. I like the way you think. Now, take off those pants for me. While you’re at it, get rid of that lacey little thing. It’s pretty, but you’re prettier.” 

You obey her quickly, shedding every stitch of clothing from your body. You’re trembling with excitement and anticipation, and you’re nervous as Carol’s eyes rake up and down your body. 

“Stunning,” she says, never taking her eyes off of your body. “You’re absolutely perfect. I can’t wait to teach you how to be a good little slut for me... you’re such a good learner. Wonder if that translates in the bedroom?” 

You groan, rolling your eyes. “Why don’t you shut up and find out already?” 

Carol laughs condescendingly. 

“You sure you want to mouth off like that, Princess?” 

You nod. “You seem to be all talk right now, and no action.” 

Carol growls. “We can change that. I don’t tolerate brats around here. Brats get punished. If you’re a good girl, you get rewarded. Which is it going to be tonight, Princess. I need an answer.” 

You roll your eyes without even thinking. “Just fuck me already, Carol.” 

Carol tangles her hand in your hair, pulling your head back. “I told you that brats get punished. It looks like you've selected the brat role tonight. Get on your fucking hands and knees. I’m not going to ask you a second time.” 

You quickly obey, scrambling onto your hands and knees. You wiggle your ass slightly, but Carol firmly holds it in place. 

“Stop. Now, since this is your first time, I’m going to take it easy on you. We are only going to do ten, but mark my words, if you pull this sort of bratting on me again, I can and will increase that number. Now, I want you to count.”

The first strike comes faster than you were expecting, but it does not hurt as much as you thought it would. 

“One,” you gasp out.

Carol strikes again, harder this time. 

“Two,” you gasp out again.

He continues, hitting a bit harder each time, and your ass is red by the finish. 

“Good girl,” she whispers in the shell of your ear. “You took your first punishment so well for me—it is almost like you were made to do this...” 

She ghosts her fingers lightly over your neck, drifting down to your collarbone before moving her hands to gently massage the soft tissue of your breasts. 

With a gentle slap to your aching ass, she gives you a new set of instructions. 

“Now. For our next lesson, you’re going to suck me off. The better you do, the less edges I’ll give you tonight. I hope you’ve been studying, Princess. Either that, or you just better wish that this comes naturally for you.” 

Carol swiftly pulls her pants and boxers down and throws her shirt to the side, revealing her toned abs and muscled back. You can see her muscles ripple as she stretches her arms above her head to take her shirt off. Your jaw goes slightly slack at the sight of her perfect nude figure.

“Close your mouth, Princess. You’ll catch flies.” 

You blush. “Sorry, Carol. You’re just so beautiful.” 

Carol winks. “I can tell, Princess. Your eyes haven’t left my torso.” 

You giggle, but quickly stop when Carol moves directly in front of you. 

“Test time, Princess. Hope you’ve studied. But, if you haven’t, I’ll allow for retakes. Think of this one as a pretext, if you will. How much do I need to teach you when it comes to this particular subject?” 

You moan at her words, mouth salivating. You’re desperate to touch her, to run your tongue over her strap. Carol leans down to press a quick kiss upon your lips, immediately guiding your face to her strap after. You’re unsure of what to do at first, the feeling foreign upon your tongue. Eventually, you begin to find your rhythm, head bobbing as you introduce a hand to match your rhythm. You continue your tiny kitten licks, timing them with the thrust of your fingers. Carol is silent for the most part, but every so often she breaks her stoic silence with a loud moan or gasp when you hit a particularly sensitive spot against her body. You grind against the pillow that Carol has placed between your legs, annoyed with the lack of friction you got, but thankful to have anything at all. Your tongue continues its way along Carol’s strap, body quivering with pleasure. 

It isn’t long before she’s moaning continuously.

After all, you have always been a very quick learner. 

Carol pulls away, and you whimper at the loss of contact. She messily kisses you, groaning at the taste of herself on your tongue. 

“For your first time, that was surprisingly good.”

You beam in satisfaction.

“However, I’m still going to edge you at least five times.”

You whimper. 

“But Carol—“

“No buts, pretty girl. It’s for your own pleasure, alright? It’s good to practice delayed gratification. Now, get over there on the back of the bed for me. Spread those legs as wide as you can. I want that dripping cunt of yours on display.”

You move off of your pillow, following her instructions. Carol walks over to you, hovering over you on the bed as she cages your body with her arms. 

“I want to hear every moan you make,” she growls. “Don’t hold back on me, Princess.” 

You nod. 

“Yes, Carol.” 

Carol smiles and strokes a single finger through your dripping folds. You shudder. The feeling of her soft fingertips against your throbbing core is heavenly, and you’re unable to hide from the breathless moan that escapes your mouth. 

Carol continues to slide her fingers through the folds of your cunt, relishing in the puffy texture as she explores. Her fingers trace small circles here and there, dipping into your soaking hole when she feels like doing so, pinching your clit, edging you into oblivion. 

You ask her to cum numerous times, but she always pulls away. Finally, she pulls away for the last time. 

“You can cum this time, Princess. But I want to cum on my cock for me like a good little slut, alright? I want you to scream my name for me. Let the whole world know you’re mine now.” 

You nod, moaning at her filthy words. She carefully lines up with you and thrusts in quickly, giving you a chance to adjust to the size and foreign feeling of the cock inside of you. 

When you nod at her, she begins to thrust her hips at an ungodly pace, hitting that perfect spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. She moves one hand to your clit, rubbing tight little circles over the throbbing organ, and her other hand moves to your throat, lightly pressing down. She’s pushing you into the mattress, firmly grinning the column of your neck as her hips thrust faster and faster. 

“You like it when I choke you? When your brain starts to go a little bit foggy and you can’t tell if it’s from the sex or lack of air? You like it when I tell you what a good little slut you are, taking my cock like such a good little Princess, showing how well you learn and how well you take instruction?”

“Yes,” you manage to gasp out in between moans. “Please, fuck me harder.” 

Although it seemed humanly impossible, Carol managed to fuck you harder. The relentless snap of her hips grew faster, thrusts hitting further and further inside of you each time. The hand rubbing your clit runs faster, harder, and just before you’re about to rip over the edge, Carol whispers in your ear. 

“Cum  for me, Princess. Cum like the good little girl you are.” 

You scream out in ecstasy as you tip over the edge, collapsing against the mattress. Carol pulls out, falling into bed next to you, wrapping her arms around you as she presses kisses to your neck and collarbone, drifting up to your forehead. 

“You did so well, Princess. You’re such a good learner. Looks like you’re just as good in here as you are in a classroom.” 

You smile. 

“I try my best. Honestly, that’s all I can ever do.”

Carol smiles. 

“A good attitude to have. Now, let’s go get you cleaned up.”

A few snacks, some water, and one blissful shower later, you’re dressed in Carol’s old sweatpants and sweatshirt as you climb into bed beside him. She’d invited you to stay the night, and you hadn’t been able to resist. Carol flips the lights off, pressing a delicate, featherlight kiss to your forehead. 

As you lay in bed however, you remember an important fact. 

“I still have to teach you all of literature,” you mumble. 

Carol laughs softly. 

“And I have many things to teach you still, darling. But for now, sleep.”

You smile, closing your eyes as you feel Carol’s grip on you grow stronger. 

Literature could wait until tomorrow.

[cocogrrrl]

the wingmen

wendy needs you to accompany her date with stan. luckily, you're not the only one accompanying someone. kyle broflovski x gn!reader no cws wc: 1427

“Please, YN. Stan’s bringing a friend along too!” Wendy pleaded on the phone.

You were listening to your best friend, Wendy, trying to convince you to come with her since she’ll be hanging out with Stan later.

Initially, you declined, seeing how, whenever this happens, you’re always left to your own devices by the side. You didn’t think badly of Wendy for this—no way—you just believe that you could be doing something more productive. However, seeing how someone else will also be a victim of their intense affection, you reconsidered your choice.

“Sure,” you said hesitantly. “Do either of us know who it is?”

“Oh, my gosh! Thank you!” She exclaimed as her excitement could be easily heard from your phone. “I don’t know if you know him, but Stan’s bringing Kyle along.”

You were trying to recall who that was. Although you hung out with Stan often because of Wendy, you didn’t know who his friends were. Though, you could vaguely remember what he looked like. “The tall guy who studies law?”

“Yeah, him! He’s Stan’s best friend, actually.”

Huh, you do see Stan hang out with him a lot whenever he wasn’t with Wendy. Perhaps Kyle’s around whenever you aren’t—hopefully, this means that he’s also endured the Wendy-Stan third-wheel experience. However, that’s just wishful thinking.

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As you were on the way to the diner, where the four of you would meet up, anxiety started to bubble up in your system.

What if you and this Kyle guy had nothing in common? What if you screw up and make a bad first impression? What if he doesn’t like you? What if he doesn’t want to talk to you at all?

So many questions and what-ifs were in your head. Whenever it’s just the three of you, you already feel so awkward. To add another person to the mix? That sounds disastrous. It’s not like you could do anything, though, because you had just arrived right now.

Wendy dragged you through the glass doors of the homely and cozy little diner, immediately spotting Stan and Kyle and dragging you to the booth where they sat at.

“Hi, YN,” Stan said nonchalantly. He turned to Kyle and said, “Uh, this is Kyle.” He simply waved at you. Although he seemed polite, your brain automatically assumed he wanted nothing to do with you.

“So I’ve heard.” You nodded. “It’s nice to meet you, Kyle.” You returned the wave to him.

“You too.” He replied.

You two didn’t really talk one-on-one after that. Unfortunately, it was mostly Wendy and Stan carrying the conversations. Occasionally they’ll ask you about something, or Kyle would add a witty remark to something Stan said. It wasn’t the worst thing ever since Kyle’s stillness was comfortable, but it wasn’t going that great, either.

Deciding to give the two a little less time to focus on you two and more on them, you excuse yourself outside for a smoke. However, after a few minutes, you found out you weren’t about to stand there alone either.

You heard a knock on the door you exited. Quickly, you turned to see who it was—Kyle. “Hey.” You welcomed. “You want one?” You asked, offering a cig to him.

“No, thanks. I’m good.” He shook his head as he stood beside you.

“Oh, so why’d you come out here then?’ You peered. You didn’t mean anything bad by that—you were just confused. Clearly, he isn’t outside to smoke or vape or anything, so why did he even go out here in the first place?

“I wanted to give the two lovebirds some time to focus on each other. You know how they are, I assume.” You simply nodded to his statement. Maybe he’s also experienced being the third wheel.

“I also wanted to get to know you better.” He quickly muttered out that last part. He said it so suddenly, so you didn’t get to make out what he said.

“What was that?”

“Well, it would be a shame if I wasted all my time not being able to talk to someone as alluring as you are.”

You broke the peaceful silence between you two. “I’m not as impressed as your line as I am with the word alluring.” You two suddenly broke into a brief fit of laughter at your brutal honesty.

“I’ve never heard anyone use the word alluring ever!” You said in between giggles. “To hear you say that really caught me off guard.”

For a while, you two clicked right off the bat. It felt so easy talking to him. It felt so easy being with him. You didn’t realize it at first, but maybe you liked him.

I guess you shouldn’t be surprised; he was an attractive guy who was extremely respectful but also hilarious. No wonder you like him. That’s a combination of qualities you barely find anywhere.

“You like The Cure too?” He beamed. 

“Yeah! I’m seeing them next week since they’re headlining a nearby festival. Are you gonna see them too?”  You asked, sharing the same excitement as him.

“Oh, I didn’t get to buy tickets since, when I checked, the prices were listed for really pricey already.”

“Actually,” you paused. “I was thinking of bringing Wendy since I have an extra ticket. If you’re not busy, do you want to come with me?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, totally.” You smiled.

“I would’ve never thought that Wendy also listens to them as well. Sorry, I can’t. I just feel mean for taking her ticket.”

“Oh, don’t worry! I kinda just wanted to drag her along since I have no one else to go with. She actually doesn't really listen to them.” You awkwardly laughed to yourself. “I’m guessing you’ll make more out of the ticket than her.”

“Sure, but only if she agrees to that and only if you let me pay for how much you spent on it.”

“Kyle, no, you don’t have to pay-”

“Nope. Those are my only conditions if you want me to go with you.” He said with a smug grin.

“Well, if you insist. I’ll ask Wendy if it’s okay with her if you’ll go with me instead. Is that okay with you?”

“It’s definitely okay with me, YN.” You heard a bubbly and shrill voice come from your left. Immediately, the two of you turned your heads to see Wendy and Stan giggling at the sight of the two of you, blushes forming on your cheeks.

“How long have you two been standing there for?” Kyle asked, both of you hoping that they didn’t hear much of your conversation.

“Long enough for me to hear YN asking you out. You scored well, YN!” She gave you a thumbs up, high-fiving Stan at the same time.

“I’m honestly disappointed in you, YN. Why didn’t you offer me the ticket?” Stan asked. You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not, but it was probably the latter.

“I am not asking my best friend’s boyfriend to go to a concert with just me. That’s weird.” You rolled your eyes, although you meant that light-heartedly.

“Aaaanyways,” Wendy cooed. “We’re paying the bill, and we’re all splitting, yeah? We need you guys to come back in to sort it out.” She said before she and Stan made their way back into the diner—leaving just the two of you again.

There was an awkward silence that fell between you two. Luckily, Kyle was the first to break it.

“Now that you have Wendy’s permission, how much was that ticket?”

“I’m not too sure, to be honest. I’ll check later when I get back home. Is that fine?”

“Oh, yeah, don’t worry.” He grinned. “Can I have your number, though?”

That question took you by surprise. “Wait, why?” You asked while you handed your phone out to him.

“So you can text me how much the ticket was. Why? What did you think I was gonna say?” He returned with a voice that sounded genuine yet smug as well.

“Ah, I thought you were really interested in me.” You joked.

“What makes you think I’m not?” He said, handing you back your phone as he typed on his.

Suddenly, you got a text on your phone.

???, 9:47 PM hello alluring ;)

You looked back up at him and rolled your eyes while also laughing at his sweet little message.

“We should head back in now.” You suggested, making your way back to the door.

He followed behind you. “Whatever you say, gorgeous.”

“Now that’s a more normal word for attractive.”

[ganyuslily]

HOW TO GET A S/O — A GUIDE BY YOURS TRULY.

“i hereby declare that i am opening s/o applications! i can offer a poem, a brownie and my unconditional love. if you’re interested, please fill out this form!”

(platonic/romantic) ayato, albedo, childe, kazuha, an anonymous sender x gn!reader, chiscara cameo lmao

comedy, fluff, modern!au, high school!au (?)

for valentine’s day…. i love valentine’s day i LOVE PEOPLE IN LOVE!!!!!

“this is so dumb,” your best friend xiao mutters under his nose. “i’m not even talking about the fact that you came up with the whole significant other form thing or the fact that it actually worked,” he looks with an indescribable look in his eyes at your phone, “i can’t believe you used google forms to make it. really? google forms?”

“what else was i supposed to use, genius,” you retort while opening the submitted applications. “i’m more impressed that i actually got so many answers. i think my brownie has bewitched them, their body and soul,” you say jokingly while stretching.

xiao looks at you with a blank face and you only shrug. he looks like he’s mere seconds from a breakdown. you wonder why.

“well, i’ve gotta say this is perfect! valentine’s day just around the corner, y’know? would be nice to have a partner even if they would break up with me like two days later. i can’t keep pestering you to be my valentine every single year.” he simply sighs and rubs his eyes. he seems annoyed. you’re not sure why though but you know he’s not annoyed at you. he never is.

“alright, enough talking, let’s get to it! time to see whose application was the best!” you declare enthusiastically and start scrolling.

APPLICATION NR. 1

NAME: KAMISATO AYATO

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF: i’m not particularly sure what contents should be placed here.

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PERFECT DATE: a meeting in the park sounds quite nice. obviously, it would depend on the weather. however, if it would be nice, strolling and talking while walking between trees and flower seems quite lovely. i’ve always wanted to try it.

TELL ME THE REASON FOR YOUR APPLICATION: you seem like a very nice and competent person. we’ve worked on a couple projects before and even if we wouldn’t end up dating, i would still appreciate becoming friends.

TELL ME A FUN FACT: oh my, i’m really bad this. i’m sorry. could i perhaps ask you a question though? do you know if i perhaps did anything to offend your friend? he’s been glaring at me since the time we first teamed up for a project.

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[…do you think thoma and ayaka put him up to it?] [that is quite possible.]

[aish, that’s too bad. do you think he’d still like to meet up though? i’d like to get closer to him.]

[what? why on earth would you like to do that?]

[why not? it could be fun. also, addressing his concern, do you have anything against him?]

[…no, not in particular.]

[alright, if you say so…]

APPLICATION NR. 2

NAME: ALBEDO

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF: oh come on, we’ve known each other for so long. i’m sure you already know it but but when i was a child i accidentally dyed my hair black — my mother was terrified. on the other hand, i was quite thrilled. maybe i should do it again.

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PERFECT DATE: a study date? perhaps. i’m sorry, this probably sounds quite boring. in my defense, i am quite a boring person. i’m open to anything though.

TELL ME THE REASON FOR YOUR APPLICATION: we’ve been lab partners since the beginning of high school, haven’t we? i’d like to think we get along quite well PLUS i don’t have a valentine this year either and if i’ll have to listen to my mother’s nagging again i will lose it. if you want to, i can give you extra chemistry lessons — an agreement with mutual benefit, if i can put it that way.

TELL ME A FUN FACT: did you know ajax screamed when he saw that you put out the forms? i’m not particularly sure why but i felt as if my eardrums were about to explode. even my noise canceling headphones didn’t work.

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[can’t believe he’d try to use me again to get rid of his mother’s talking his ear off.]

[if it annoys you, i can take care of it.]

[your definition of taking care of something is quite doubtful, if i’m being honest. and no, you don’t have to. i love helping him anyways. he’s a good friend and he explains chemistry perfectly.]

[i could also give you some extra lessons from it.]

[xiao, you are literally failing the subject.]

[and?]

APPLICATION NR. 3

NAME: AJAX AKA CHILDE

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF: i’m good at sports, obviously. i’m also fantastic at learning. i’m also handsome. generally speaking, i’m perfect (and taken).

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PERFECT DATE: simply spending time with my lovely boyfriend (if he’d hear me call him that he’d slap me in the face).

TELL ME AND THE REASON FOR YOUR APPLICATION: i’m trying to help my friend but i’m not sure if he won’t murder me in exchange if he does please put forget-me-nots at my grave i beg!!

TELL ME A FUN FACT: i once put a lightbulb in my mouth because i didn't believe it when they said you won’t be able to get it out. had to go to the hospital and shit — oh and by the way did you know there is someone close to you that HAS A CRUSH ON YOU PLEASE OPEN YOUR EYES I CAN’T KEEP ON ENDURING IT ANYMORE

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[a crush? on me, out of all people?]

[why are you so surprised?]

[why would i be not? it’s not like i’m popular or anything. considering you, who has been my friend for the longest time never developed one, how could a completely random person do it?]

[…who knows.]

APPLICATION NR. 4

NAME: KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF: i think you know everything you should already, considering you’ve seen most of my poetry.

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PERFECT DATE: finding a place the both of us have never been to before and exploring it together. making memories with a person you like is always pleasant.

TELL ME THE REASON FOR YOUR APPLICATION: i just want to get closer to you. and who knows where it will lead us.

TELL ME A FUN FACT: did you know they opened a new café just around the corner? perhaps that could be our destination.

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[kazuha is as sweet as ever. straight to the point too.]

[…too straight to the point.]

[did you say something?]

[no?]

[oh.]

[well, you do remember you’re supposed to visit the café with me though, right? we’re supposed to do it tomorrow.]

[of course i do.]

APPLICATION NR. 5

NAME: ANONYMOUS

TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF: what would be the point of me submitting myself as anonymous if i’d describe myself in great detail here

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PERFECT DATE: same one as yours

TELL ME REASON FOR YOUR APPLICATION: i’ve liked you since that one time where you reached out my hand to me in kindergarten and asked if we could become friends. i’ve kept on liking you when you went through your first breakup. i’ve kept on liking you when we were spending valentine’s day together every single year. i’ve always liked you. i still do. and i don’t think i’ll stop

TELL ME A FUN FACT: would you believe me if i told you that out of all the possible people ajax was the one that made me do this. i’ve threatened him that if this fails i’ll tell scara that he’s had a crush on him since sixth grade

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[xiao?]

[…yes?]

[is this you?]

[…]

[silent as ever, huh.]

[what if it is me?]

[because if it is, i like you too. i’ve liked you for a very long time now.]

[…yes, it is me.]

[oh, thank the stars. i can’t believe i had to do this whole thing to see if my feelings were one-sided.]

[huh? what did you say?]

[…nothing! so, how would you like to spend our first valentine’s day together as an official couple?]

[official?]

[what, you don’t want it?]

[…]

[wait, xiao, did you just blush?]

[…we can visit that café.]

[whatever you want, my dear boyfriend.]

[…stop talking.]

[matchamilkislover]

In The Darkest Corners, 13.

pairing: vi x fem!oc (reader with a name)

warnings: mature themes, just an overall minors beware, violence, just general arcane-ness. this one’s still pretty fucked up, at least for my standards.

word count: 2,957

author’s note: i low key feel sadistic after writing this chapter. but anyways, yes i know my paragraphs are long, no i won’t be changing them 😁 enjoy !!

don’t forget to read the other parts first!!

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Caitlyn's steps echoed in the damp corridor as she approached the cell where Vi was held captive. The dim light cast long shadows on the walls that seemed to follow her as she walked. As Caitlyn reached for the door, the clink of metal against metal reverberated in the cold air. Her voice pierced the silence as she whispered into it. “Vi? Are you there?” A quiet echo bounced off of the cold, hard walls of the cell, but the resounding silence made her nervous as the seconds passed. After what felt like forever, Vi's voice cut through the silence, sharp and incredulous.

“Caitlyn? What the hell are you doing here?” Vi hissed back, rising out of the darkness of her cell to approach Caitlyn. Her defenses prickled at the memory of what went down in front of the Council. More importantly, what she lost that day.

Caitlyn paused, her hand lingering on the lock. She met Vi's gaze, her expression unreadable. "I'm getting you out.”

Hope flickered in Vi’s chest, but it was quickly dampened by doubt. The skepticism dancing on her face hardened into a scowl. "Why? What's your game, Caitlyn?"

"Look, I know you may not have the best impression of me, but I’m here for Olive. She’s been missing, and I talked to the bartender at The Last Drop. He last saw her with Sevika, until she passed out and Sevika dragged her off. I don’t suppose you’ve heard anything about this?” Caitlyn replied, her tone measured.

Vi's fists clenched, the tension between them escalating. "You think I don’t know? That Silco wouldn’t dangle it in my face like some sort of fucked up little game? You think I haven’t been torturing myself in here, day in and day out, trying to figure out how to get to her?” She stepped forward menacingly as she spoke, until Caitlyn could almost feel her breath on her face. “But now you show up out of nowhere, claiming you want to help? For what, a Piltover PR stunt? Either get me out of here so I can fix this shit, or leave.”

Caitlyn's jaw tightened, and for a moment, the air crackled with unspoken conflict. "I know you don't trust me, Vi. But I need you to trust that I want to help you. To help Olive. Silco's grip on the Undercity is tightening, and we need to stand together against it." She paused, taking a suddenly shaky breath. “And…I, uh….I can’t lose Olive again.”

Vi scoffed and rolled her eyes, suspicion still etched on her features. "Why should I believe you? You've always been on the other side of this mess. You couldn’t even try to find Olive when she spent an entire year alone in the Undercity.”

Caitlyn sighed, the weight of their shared history pressing on her shoulders. "I know I haven't been the most reliable ally in the past. But circumstances have changed. We—"

Vi cut her off bitterly. "Save it. I don't need your explanations. Just get me out of here, and we'll go from there." Caitlyn was silent, caught off guard. Vi studied Caitlyn's face, searching for any hint of deceit. The cell seemed to shrink around them as the seconds ticked away. Finally, Caitlyn nodded, a begrudging acceptance in her eyes. She understood that the fragile alliance forged in the depths of the Undercity might not survive in the harsh light of the world above.

She pulled out some sort of advanced lock picking mechanism, and made quick work of the rickety cell lock. As the lock clicked open, the cell door swung open and Caitlyn stepped back cautiously as Vi quickly exited her cell. The tension lingered, a silent reminder of the delicate balance between trust and betrayal hovering around them. Caitlyn, acutely aware of the strained atmosphere, focused on the task at hand—getting Vi out of Stillwater. The dim light flickered overhead, casting erratic shadows on the walls. They were able to quickly sneak back out of Stillwater, Caitlyn following Vi’s quick, athletic maneuvering.

Once they were a ways away from Stillwater, Caitlyn put a hand on Vi’s arm to stop her. Vi flinched at the touch, like she was tempted to swing, but Caitlyn chose to ignore the movement. “Stop, Vi — where are we even going? How do you know where she is?”

The question made Vi sigh, like it was something obvious that Caitlyn was oblivious to. “I know Silco. I know where he keeps his facilities. I know exactly where he has her. Where he wants me.” Her face was hard as stone.

Caitlyn wasn’t convinced. “So what, we’re just going to walk straight into what is obviously a trap? The two of us? Even if we managed to get in, there’s no way we’d be able to get Olive out. Not without a full rescue team.” Her disbelief was palpable in her voice.



Vi closed her eyes, like she was thinking, and then shook her head. “I don’t care. I’ll figure it out. I won’t wait anymore. I have to find her.” She started walking again, but yet again, Caitlyn grabbed her arm to stop her, more forcefully this time.

“You’d be a fool to do this. Just wait one day, I’ll pull together a team of enforcers and we’ll face Silco and his followers together. Then we’ll have an actual chance.” Her voice was desperate, like she wasn’t just trying to convince Vi, but herself as well. Vi pulled away again.

“You can do that if you want, but I’ve learned my lesson with enforcers, and I’m not risking it again. Especially not with Olive involved.” She spoke with an air of finality that Caitlyn came to accept was not one to be questioned. She sighed.

“Fine. I’ll move as quickly as I can, but in the meantime, just…be safe. Please. For Olive,” Caitlyn replied in a gentler voice, softening in the subject of her childhood friend. Vi nodded, and then turned her back to leap into the Undercity, moving as quickly as she could while keeping her stealth.

—

This time when Olive awoke, she was alone. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved, or made more anxious by the absence of another person. She sat there in the silence, her back against the freezing wall of her cell, alone with her thoughts and fears. Was she really going to die like this? How soon would it be? Would, at the end of the day, it really be her own father that ended her life? A year ago, she might’ve been grateful to be free from the pain and confusion…but now, she had something to lose. Someone to lose. Even if it was a someone who left her. Alone. In the rain. Someone who she wasn’t even sure she would ever see again, if she did survive this. Before Olive knew it, she could feel tears dripping down her cheeks, and her ears suddenly registered the sobs leaving her throat. Her cries seemed unending, the cold in the air and the burning on her wrists disappearing into her sorrow. After what felt like forever and no time at all, she finally heard footsteps tapping down the corridor towards her, a mocking “tsk, tsk, tsk,” being murmured by the figure as they approached.

“What?” Olive choked out through her sobs. Suddenly, it didn’t feel worth it to save her words anymore. “Here to taunt me more? Make me feel worthless, hopeless, despaired?” She took a shaking breath and continued, “Well, I’m already there. You did your job. What else do you want from me?” The door to her cell clanged open and shut, but Olive still kept her eyes squeezed and trained on the floor. It wasn’t like she could use her hands to wipe her tears while they were changed behind her back, so squeezing the excess liquid out of her eyes was the best she could do. She listened intently as the figure knelt in front of her and grabbed her face in their hands. She wished she didn’t recognize their touch.

“Oh, dear, sweet Olive tree, don’t cry,” her father’s — no, Teeter’s voice made a terrified shiver go down her spine. He wiped her tears for a moment, but she flinched from his touch, now glaring straight into his eyes. Instead of pulling away, his grip on her jaw tightened. His voice turned from a fake sweetness to a true hiss. “Don’t you worry, dear daughter,” he drew out the pet name like a snake, “it’ll all be over soon anyways. We’re just missing one piece of our puzzle.” Olive took a deep breath, and glanced down at his hands before looking back into his eyes. Wordlessly, she reeled back slightly and, as hard as she could, spit straight in his face.

Her screams followed quickly after. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER,” she bellowed, her voice scraping even as she ignored it, “YOU FILTHY MURDERING FUCKING TRAITOR, YOU’RE DEAD. YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD. I WON’T LET YOU DO THIS AGAIN, I WON’T. YOU COWARD,” her voice echoed in the cell and down whatever corridors connected to it. Teeter grimaced and angrily wiped the spit off his face, using that same hand to then cover one of his ears as Olive screamed, the other keeping a tight grip on her face. He suddenly let go of her face and immediately slapped her as hard as he could, making Olive’s eyes blur and tears prick in her eyes. Before she could react, he gripped her face in one hand again, this time so tightly that her cheeks were completely squished together by her mouth.

“How dare you, you little bitch,” he snarled, pulling her close to his face. Even though her cheek was bright red and felt like it was on fire, Olive ignored the pain and returned Teeter’s glare silently. He huffed and dropped her. “Sevika!” He called in a suddenly airy voice, “I think our bitch needs a muzzle.” As Sevika turned from the wall outside of Olive’s cell and strolled in as requested, Olive’s stomach filled with dread. Her heart pounded against her chest, and she scrambled back against the wall, as if she would somehow be able to escape this. Teeter simply watched her and laughed cruelly. Olive’s eyes were wide as saucers while she watched Sevika approach, spinning a metal muffle gag in one finger.

Sevika’s voice broke through the momentarily quiet room. “I’ll take it from here,” she spoke gruffly through a half-smirk, only glancing at Teeter, who nodded and looked to Olive one more time. She continued glaring.

“I’ll see you later then, dear daughter,” he said sinisterly, kicking her once in the abdomen lightly and ignoring her whine. “Can’t wait for our next talk…” He turned and slinked out of the room, leaving Sevika to her own devices with Olive. The taller woman nodded a goodbye and focused her attention to Olive, who was glaring up at her from her position against the wall.

Sevika smirked. “Oh, my little bird, I wish we could do this in different circumstances,” she remarked cruelly, approaching Olive with the so-called ‘muzzle’ in her hand. “How nice would that be, hm?” Her voice was that of a mocking murmur, only fueling Olive’s hatred and dread. Olive bared her teeth in a grimace, holding back the urge to spit again.

“You’re disgusting,” Olive replied in a hate-filled voice. Sevika only laughed. Her laugh made something in Olive snap, and she reeled back and then spit straight into Sevika’s face (or as close as she could get from the floor). Disgusted, Sevika grimaced and then whipped her gaze back to Olive with a newfound anger in her eyes.

“You really want to act like a bitch? Then I’ll treat you like the little bitch that you are,” Sevika barked, roughly grabbing Olive’s jaw in one hand and yanking her up to where Sevika could more easily reach her. Before Olive could recover from the shock and spit a retort, the muzzle was being shoved onto her face. Olive half-choked on the gag as it invaded her face and mouth, making Sevika grin maliciously. With a click, Sevika latched the device on securely and shoved Olive back down to the floor, still gagging a bit on the new sensation and desperately trying to force her body to breathe out of her nose. Once she could breathe, she sent a hateful glare towards Sevika, who sighed and leaned down a bit. Her large body approaching Olive’s made the smaller flinch away, as if she would be able to get away. As if. Sevika rolled her eyes.

“You know, little bird, I would be a lot nicer if you made it easier,” Sevika said to her with a sigh, catching Olive’s chin with one finger as she tried to turn away and lifting Olive’s gaze to hers. “So pretty…” she murmured, “we’d have so much fun, you and I.” Olive could do nothing but glare in response. Sevika sighed again and removed her finger. “It’s too bad that you’re too much of a prissy bitch to take an opportunity when you get one,” she grunted and took out a cigar, lighting it and placing it between her lips to take a long drag before speaking again. “You could’ve had it good down here. But instead, you chose someone who won’t even attempt to help you. How sad.” Olive’s glare became fiery, and she lurched out towards Sevika, as if she could do anything. The chain holding her hands wasn’t even long enough for her to stand up, much less reach Sevika, and Olive was yanked back down by the chain as vigorously as she tried to get up. Unsurprisingly, Sevika laughed and cooed mockingly. “Aww, want to fight back, do we?” her voice hushed suddenly, “You’re ours now, little bird. And there’s no fighting back.” With that, she turned around and left the room, leaving Olive to moan in pain at the new restriction on her face.

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The night wrapped Silco's stronghold in a shroud of darkness, broken only by sporadic lanterns casting long, eerie shadows. Vi moved with calculated determination towards the looming warehouse that covered Silco’s underground hold, her steps muffled by her strategic movements as she approached. Ideally, she would slip past the guards and into the stronghold unnoticed, but when it came to Vi, this wasn’t a very realistic option. Instead, she left a trail of unconscious guards behind her, bodies hidden by random objects or pushed behind barriers and into shadowy corners. Soon enough, she was within the twisted corridors of Silco’s headquarters. The echoes of distant conversations and clinking metal reverberated as Vi navigated the labyrinthine passages, her keen eyes searching for any sign of Olive. The information she had extracted from Caitlyn and Grint had led her here, to Silco's inner sanctum, where he practiced the majority and most important of his operations, as well as kept his long-term prisoners. Her heart pounded in her chest as she descended lower and lower into the hold, eventually approaching a heavily guarded door. With practiced finesse, Vi disabled the guards without a sound, their unconscious bodies now silent witnesses to her intrusion. The door, fortified and imposing, seemed to defy her entry. Vi gritted her teeth, muscles flexing as she used all her strength to pry it open. The hinges groaned in protest, but the door finally yielded. The corridor beyond was dimly lit, revealing rows of cells like crypts in the Undercity's secret catacomb. The air hung heavy with the scent of dampness and despair. Vi scanned the cells as she advanced through the corridor, her eyes searching for a familiar face. Eventually, she spotted a battered form huddled on the ground on the floor of the farthest cell, quiet pained breaths leaving the person’s body. Vi rushed to the cell, hands coming up to the bars as she looked in. Instantly, her heart sank as she recognized that the form was in fact a shivering Olive, seemingly unconscious on the floor of her cell.

"Olive!" Vi whispered urgently, her voice barely audible above the oppressive silence. Olive’s body didn’t move. Vi shoved the door open, nearly ripping it off its hinges, ignoring the fact that it was suspiciously unlocked as she rushed to Olive. She gently took Olive’s face in her calloused and wrapped hands, inspecting her as she whispered pleas for her to get up. “Olive, Olive please…wake up, Olive, please…it’s me, its Vi,” she begged, her voice breaking as she spoke and a breath of relief leaving her chest when Olive’s eyes blinked open.

But instead of looking relieved, Olive’s eyes widened and she immediately squirmed to try to escape Vi’s grasp, her instincts surging with panic even though she had yet to realize who had awoken her. Vi gently grabbed one of her arms and rubbed, continuing to identify herself until Olive finally seemed to hear her and paused, wide eyes meeting Vi’s. At first, she looked shocked, then relieved, and tears welled in her eyes as Vi pulled her into her grasp and held her for a moment. Vi then pulled away, moving to release her from her binds, but Olive’s eyes grew wide again, and she started to scream from behind her mask, muffled sounds being all that came out as she stared at something behind Vi and desperately tried to free herself again. Confused, Vi’s ears finally picked up on footsteps approaching from behind, not having heard them before as she focused on Olive. But by the time she realized this, it was too late, and something heavy hit her on the head before she could even turn around, the world going dark.

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@forestnymph666 @sevviesbabe

[cxncri]

love buzz [mello x reader] [chap. 5]

last chapter: chap. 4

author’s note: I’M SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING FOR MONTHS, I’VE BEEN SO BUSY W/ SCHOOL <\3

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after talking it out, you settle on act 4, scene 1. it’s the scene where beatrice persuades benedick to kill claudio, his friend. there’s a good banter, and plenty of room for dramatic improvisation. of course, the whole acting part is easier said than done.

it’s easier being around mello now, after all the tension and spite has been somewhat resolved. almost all of the previous malice and whatnot you’d held against him had subsided, and you honestly felt a lot better now. he’s almost bearable, and you’re starting to see why people like him so much. he’s charismatic, first of all, and the way he carries himself is full of confidence.

you’re both on your bed, and you’re suddenly aware of how close he is to you. this is the first time you’ve ever had a boy over, especially in your room? even though it wasn’t anything serious, it was still new to you. he seemed pretty at-ease though, so you weren’t entirely worried.

“okay, claudio? benedick? the hell are these names?” the two of you are hunched over, reading the script on your laptop. he has a point, because benedick? what type of name is that?

“give poor shakespeare a break. this was written in what, the 1500s? 1600s?”

“fair point, but still. i can’t believe i’m going to be some guy named benedick.”

this time you try and stifle your laugh when he says it, but he hears you before you can stop it.

“so you do have a sense of humor! honestly, that wasn’t even that funny, but i don’t think i’ve ever heard you laugh before.”

you scoff. “i’ve laughed before, i mean, duh, of course i have. i laugh all the time?” it comes out like a question, and mello raises an eyebrow at you.

“okay, i guess,” he says, dragging the “okay” out.

“i do!” you protest, shrugging. “like uh, like hmm,” you fumble for examples. “like yesterday! sayu and i were studying and-“

“seriously?” he interjects. “studying? the first example you think of has to do with studying?”

“it was the most recent example, okay? let’s just get back to working on this.”

“sounds good,” he agrees.

you get back to work, annotating and highlight important parts. it’s going to be somewhat of a challenge to memorize, but that’s the point, isn’t it? besides, both of you were always looking for a challenge, anyway.

after maybe twenty, thirty-ish minutes, you’ve made quite a decent amount of progress on it. see, it’s not only the scene where benedick agrees to kill claudio, but also the scene where benedick and beatrice admit that they love each other. it’s not a big deal, the romance part, but you have a feeling that neither of you will mention it.

since it’s only been a few hours, your parents aren’t back, and you have nothing else to do, you offer to put on the movie adaptation for much ado about nothing.

“sure,” mello says. “it’ll probably help visualize the scene more, you know?”

“yeah,” you agree. he rolls off your bed, stretching when he gets up. you get up, smooth out the blankets, and close your laptop, leaving it behind on your bed. you could’ve just watched it on your laptop, sure, but something about having him right next to you for the entire movie made you nervous.

you go downstairs, grabbing the snack you made earlier, a blanket, and the remote. you turn on the television, flipping through streaming services until you find one with the movie on it. mello flops down on the couch, and you sit next to him, leaving a good amount of distance between.

you start the movie and if you’re being honest, it’s not that entertaining.

“huh. i don’t know what i expected, but i expected more out of this, you know?”

you’re glad he feels the same about it, because as beneficial it might be for the acting, it’s so boring.

“do you just want to skip to the scene we’re doing so we can get this over with?”

“yeah, that would be better than this,” he concludes.

you fast-forward to the scene you need, and note how the characters interact, how the scene plays out. you’ll probably end up watching that specific scene again later, but it’s more interesting to you now after studying it for hours.

after the scene finishes, you realize the sun has set and it’s starting to get dark. since you and mello are done with everything for today, it’s probably best that he goes home. except, for some reason, you don’t really want him to leave? it’s nice having company that isn’t sayu for once, it’s different.

you’re just about to say something when he offers up the idea of going to get food.

“hey,” he says, “you said your parents weren’t going to be back until late, so how about we go get food somewhere?”

you’re a little stunned by this, to be honest, but it sounds fun.

“c’mon, i’ll drive,” he adds on, and you’re in. you didn’t really expect the day to end up like this, but you’re not exactly complaining.

he gets up from the couch and looks at you, waiting for you to follow him.

sure, you think. why not?

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I made this post for myself for reference, so it’s really just things about the saints that I think would be handy for writing inej & it’s a wreck bc my note taking hasn’t improved since high school, but anyone who doesn’t want to buy/read the lives of saints, here’s some tidbits?????

Every year, lanterns are lit along the canal and prayers are said to Margaretha, the patron saint of thieves and lost children - ketterdam

A servant had observed the whole endeavor, and word soon spread of the healing properties of Anastasia’s blood. Sankta Anastasia is known as the patron saint of the sick and is celebrated every year with tiny dishes of red wine. - tsemna

Every year on his Saint’s day, the people honor Juris by placing bunches of red amaranth over their doorways and welcoming soldiers and veterans into their houses.

But all the time the sorcerer had been talking, he had not bothered to understand just what Vasilka had been weaving—a grand pair of wings. All he could do was stare as she slipped them onto her arms and leapt from the tower. She soared away on golden feathers that caught the light in their glowing threads and seemed to set the last scraps of afternoon sun ablaze. She is said to have become the first firebird and is the patron saint of unwed women.

Nikolai is known as the patron saint of sailors and lost causes, and it is traditional to set a place for him at the table on the darkest night of the year.

So the general gave the order, as generals do, and Lizabeta’s body was torn apart, and the bees hummed lazily in their hives. It’s said her blood watered the roses of the field and turned the blossoms red. It’s said the blooms planted on her grave never perished and smelled sweet the whole year round, even when the winter snows came. But the bees have long since left those hives and want no business with those flowers.If you can find that meadow, you may stand and breathe in the perfume of its blossoms, speak your prayers, and let the wind carry them west to the sea.The roses remember, even if wise men choose to forget. Lizabeta is known as the patron saint of gardeners.

Sankta Maradi is known as the patron saint of impossible love.

at the base of the Sikurzoi, the Suli have always been able to find shelter in the caves that Marya left behind. She is known as the patron saint of those who are far from home.

Vladimir’s body drifted to shore on the tide, and the people of Os Kervo gathered him up and placed him upon a bier covered in lilies. For another thirty days and thirty nights, they came to pay their respects, and to the astonishment of all, Vladimir’s corpse did not rot. On the thirty-first day, his body dissolved into sea-foam, leaving behind nothing but a small heap of sea salt among the lilies.He is known as the patron saint of the drowned and of unlikely achievement.

It is customary for the mothers of brides to offer prayers to Sankt Valentin, and seeing a snake on your wedding day is known to be good luck.

Petyr would not let go. He died that day, but so did the demon.  Sankt Petyr is known as the patron saint of archers.

Yeryin is the patron saint of hospitality.

Feliks told them there was no magic, only nature. He refused to confess to any crime and only asked to be turned on the spit so as to cook more evenly. His bones were scattered over the ground, and without his care, the orchards froze and faltered. Ever after, the only tree that would grow in that soil was the thorn wood, its branches thick with fruit that never ripened. The people of the Tula Valley starved along with everyone else and had their equal share of misery. Sankt Feliks is celebrated in the spring with feasts of quince and apple and is known as the patron saint of horticulture.

Lukin’s head was placed upon a golden platter, and from it, he dispensed advice to the new king for the entirety of his rule, which was long, just, and miserable. Sankt Lukin is the patron saint of politicians.

The village continued to starve no matter how many girls they put to death. But the girls who prayed to Magda would often find themselves swept up and carried into the heart of the forest, and so she is known as the patron saint of abandoned women, as well as bakers.

The palace Egmond built was unlike any seen before it. A stone serpent guarded its high towers, its bridge of glass and moat of floating frost, its silver clock tower, and the sacred ash at its heart. Ever since, the Ice Court has stood, its walls unbreached by any army. Sankt Egmond is the patron saint of architects.

The child Ilya had dragged back from the next world wandered the village, asking for his mother and father, begging for a place to sleep. Every door was closed to him, and so he was left to the woods, where he can still be heard crying. Sankt Ilya is the patron saint of unlikely cures.

A chapel was built into the rock on her island, where sailors’ wives still come to pray to Ursula, patron saint of those lost at sea. They leave offerings of bread baked into the shape of fish, and wish for their lovers’ swift return. When they leave, some find bones or sea pearls in their pockets, though no one is sure if these are ill or good omens.(fjyerden)

The good people of the village set the hem of the wolfhunter’s fine velvet coat alight and chased Dag Ivar down the road and out of town. Mattheus continued to visit with the pups until they were grown wolves themselves. They came when he called, lay at his feet, thumped their tails when he told them stories. Their pups were tame in the very same way, and took to guarding the doorways and hearths of the village their grandmother had once terrorized.These were the first dogs, and this is why Sankt Mattheus is the patron saint of those who love and care for animals. (fjyerden)

Dimitri was the son of a king but wished he had been born otherwise. From his early days, he wanted only to contemplate the works of the Saints and study scripture rather than statecraft. When the time came for him to assume his responsibilities as a future ruler and to find a bride, he begged his parents’ pardon and informed them that he had no intention of marrying or of ever assuming the throne. He would give his life over to piety and prayer. At their wits’ end, the king and queen ordered their only son locked in a tower, vowing that he would be denied food until he agreed to wed and become the prince he was meant to be. At last the queen demanded that the tower be opened so that she could see her son. When the guards broke through the door, they found a skeleton sitting at Dimitri’s desk. It cheerfully waved to the queen and invited her to pray with him. The queen ran screaming from the tower, and the king and all their servants followed. Sankt Dimitri, patron saint of scholars, may be praying there still.

Gerasim is known as the patron saint of artists.

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Big Sister Henderson || Eddie Munson

Paring: Eddie Munson X Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 2k {I believe}

A/N: This was my first time writing for Eddie so sorry if it’s a bit OOC! please give me feedback please.

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“New campaign on the 26th boys.” Eddie announced as Mike, Dustin and Lucas sat down at the table. Dustin awkwardly chuckled, that caught Eddie's attention. “What is it henderson?” he asked as he ate the pretzel’s he had packed for his lunch. “Well um..I won’t be able to go” Mike and Lucas looked at him confused. “If you don’t have a ride I could pick you up!” Gareth offered but Dustin shook his head at him.

“It’s not that. An old friend is coming into town!” Mike and Lucas realized who Dustin was talking about “Really?” Dustin nodded at mike.

“So let me get this straight, you can’t attend the campaign because a friend is coming into town?” Eddie stood up and walked over to Dustin, who just nodded at eddie. “Fine, Well get a sub for you!” Eddie looked at Dustin as he walked back to his seat at the head of the lunch table. “It’s up to you if you miss someone coming back from the portal!” Eddie teases which made Dustin groan and sink into his seat as the rest of his friends went nuts about the hint Eddie dropped about the upcoming campaign.

A Week Later

“Please Mom! It will just be a couple hours!” Dustin begged as he set the table for three people. “Sorry dusty but it’s y/n’s first night back from being with your father in michigan and i’m sure she would like to see you.” Dustin nodded his head and sat down at the table.

An hour had gone by, Dustin perked up from the couch as he saw headlights coming through the front window. “Y/N! She’s here!” Dustin quickly got up and ran outside, where you grabbed your luggage from the back of a friend’s car. “Dusty!” you dropped the suitcase in your hands and ran over and hugged dustin. “You’ve grown since I last saw you!” you laughed as you both squeezed each other.

After a mini reunion in the front yard, your mom had Dustin help you carry your luggage into your old bedroom, it looked like just as you left it, posters of actors you loved, empty cans of coke, an opened seventeen magazine. “Like I never left!” you smiled and put your bags on your bed. Dustin came into the room carrying four bags, two on each arm. He accidentally tripped over a shoe left out and fell on the floor.

“Thanks for your help dustin!” you smiled as you helped him up. “It’s no problem!” you studied his shirt “What’s hellfire club?” you asked him as you walked over to your bed and pulled out a wrapped box. “It’s my dnd club! Mike and Lucas are in it too!” you smiled at the mention of his friends. “What’s the box?” he asked as you handed it to him. “I hoped you still played or else these would be useless!” He unwrapped the box to reveal custom made dice. “These are sick y/n! Where did you get me!” he asked as he looked at the sides.

“I know someone! I also made some for mike, lucas and will but I already shipped will his!” you smiled and pulled out the other boxes from your bag.

“These would’ve been badass to use tonight!” Dustin said as he acted like he was gonna roll them. “What’s tonight? Are the boys coming over to play?” he shook his head. “Tonight was gonna be a continuation of the last campaign.” you looked at him confused as you both walked towards the kitchen. “Why are you here then? Oh I think I know, mom?” he nodded as he sat down across from you, “When do you guys usually start?” Dustin looked at his watch then back up at you. “They would be starting in 30 minutes.” you quickly looked over and saw your mom preparing the food for dinner later that night.

“Just go along with it!” he nodded and followed you to the kitchen. “Mom, could I take Dustin to his dnd club tonight?” You smiled at her.

“I thought all three of us could catch up together!” she said as she peeled potatoes. “With all the letters I sent Dustin I'm sure he knows how I've been! Plus I kinda wanted a mother daughter type night! It’ll be quick I promise.” she sighed and smiled at the two of you. “Alright he can go!” you smiled and grabbed the keys to the car. “I’ll even pick him up after!” you yelled as you ran down the hall and grabbed the gifts for mike and lucas before running out the front door. Dustin quickly grabbed his stuff and followed you out the door.

“How did you do that?” He asked as you both got in and buckled up. “I don’t know, special older sister magic I guess!” You smiled as he applauded you. You just laughed and started to drive to Hawkins high.

As you pulled into the parking lot you noticed someone standing on the sidewalk. “Oh there’s lucas.” You put the car in park quickly and got out. “Y/n?” you smiled and walked over to Lucas and hugged him. “I heard you made the basketball team! As a late congrats, here is a gift!” you smiled and pulled the small box out of your jacket pocket. “You didn’t have too!” he said as he opened the box and saw the dice.

You heard talking going on behind you, you turned around and spotted a familiar BMW.

“Harrington?” You asked as you watched Mike get out of the car. “What?” he did a double look before recognizing you. “Henderson!” He parked his car behind yours and quickly got out and ran over to you. “When did you get in?” he asked as he gave you a side hug. “Just tonight actually, mom is waiting for me to go back and catch up with her.” you smiled at him. Before turning to mike.

“Here mike!” you tossed the box at him. “What is it?” he asked as he looked at the wrapping. “Just look.” He opened up the box and smiled at the dice. “These are cool, y/n!” you smiled at his reaction. “Hey guys!” The boys greeted Gareth and jeff. “Oh Jeff, Gareth, this is my older sister, Y/n!” you smiled and shook their hands.

 “I gotta get going! I have work tomorrow!” Steve excused himself and made his way to his car 

“You work! I never thought I would see the day!” you teased him, he jokingly flipped you off as he got in his car. “Well I also gotta go so bye boys! It was nice meeting you two!” you smiled and got in your car, “OH Y/N, DON’T RIDE THE CURB AGAIN!” Steve yelled as he drove by you. “I drive on the curb one time and never live it down!” you smiled and flipped Steve off as he drove in front of you.

“Do any of you guys know them?” Eddie asked as he stood behind everyone. The group yelled, being scared by Eddie's sudden appearance. “Um yeah. The BMW was Steve and the volo was Dustin's sister.” Lucas said as they all started to walk into the clubroom.

“You have a sister henderson?” Eddie asked somewhat shocked about hearing about Dustin's older sister for the first time. “Yeah, she went with our dad to live in michigan.” Dustin thought nothing about Eddie asking questions about you.

Four hours Later

You sighed as you looked at your watch again. “The campaign should be over by now.”

You leaned against your headrest and waited for 30 minutes before parking the car and got out and went inside the school. You read the signs to each room carefully, making sure you didn’t miss it. You finally found their clubroom.

Through the window you saw they were cleaning up, you sighed and sat across from the clubroom door and waited. “Hey y/n, what are you doing out here?” Steve asked as he walked around the corner and saw you sitting there against the lockers waiting. “Waiting for Dustin to get out.” you smiled and played with your nails. Mike soon came out of the clubroom, Steve and Mike wished you a goodnight before leaving.

Jeff, Gareth and Lucas did the same as they all left the clubroom one by one.

You sighed and stood up from the floor and walked in the room.

"Dustin, are you ready to go? I wanna get a cherry slushie from seven-!" You cut yourself off as you noticed dustin wasn't alone in the room. "Sorry I thought it was just dustin. I'm y/n, his sister!" You walked over to the pair.

Eddie chuckled at Dustin's face of confusion . "I'm Eddie, I'm Hellfire's leader." Eddie smiled at you. "Nice to meet you eddie." You smiled and held your hand out to shake his.

Eddie shocked you a bit by kissing the back of your hand. You felt red and flustered "Um, Dustin I'll be outside, take your time!" You excused yourself out and quickly ran out the room.

"Is y/n dating that harrington guy?" Eddie asked Dustin as he collected his stuff. "She thinks Steve is like an older brother so no, why?" Dustin quickly picks up what Eddie meant by it. "Oh don't think about it, she's my sister eddie!" Dustin pleaded.

You paced around outside while waiting. Finally Dustin came walking out with his stuff in his hand, Eddie shortly behind him. You started to walk to the car. “Henderson, wait up!” Eddie said, making both you and Dustin stop in your tracks and turn to face eddie.

Eddie quickly made his way over to you. Dustin had a look of horror on his face, he quickly ran over to the two of you. “Dustin, go sit in the car, I'll be right there.” you turned to Dustin before looking back at eddie. “But y/n!” you gave him a pleading look, dusting groaned and walked to the car and got in and watched you and Eddie through the rolled up window.

“Sorry about him. He’s weird at times!” you apologized which made eddie chuckle. “It’s alright I actually have the title of Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson here at school so it's alright I guess.” he smiled at you. “I’m sorry for holding Dustin longer than the others.” he apologized “It’s alright eddie.”

Eddie opened his mouth to talk but was cut off by Dustin knocking on the car window then tapping his watch. “Oh sorry Eddie but I gotta take Dustin home but I hope I'll see you around?” you said as you slowly walked backwards to the car. 

“You will henderson! Have a goodnight.” he smiled at you as you got in the car and drove back to your house.

Eddie sighed as he got into the driver’s seat in his van. He looked at the time and saw it was 7. He smiled at the idea he had and quickly started the van and drove out of the high school  parking lot.

“Y/n you CAN’T date my club’s leader! It’ll just be weird!” Dustin ranted to you while you hung up some shirts in the closet. “Why not dusty, you have a girlfriend so why can’t I?” you questioned, Dustin opened his mouth but closed it when he couldn’t find an excuse. “Ha! You ran out of excuses!” you pointed at him with a smirk on your face. Dustin just groaned and walked out of your room and straight to his.

You laughed and changed into your pajamas. As you pulled your bed duvet you heard knocking on the front door. You thought nothing of it and continued to fix your bed for your liking.

The knocking kept going, you decided to take one for the team and opened up the door and was slightly shocked to see Eddie standing there. “Eddie? How do you know where I live?” you asked a bit wary, you knew about the upside down, the demogorgon, the mind flayer, the truth as to what had happened the year before, dustin wrote you letters about everything when you asked him about the supposed mall fire. 

So it scared you a bit to see Eddie at your home, you heard about how Billy hargrove, max’s step brother got possessed by the mind flayer.

“Sometimes I drop Dustin off, and I assume you would also live here since your siblings.” You let out a breath of relief. “What brings you here? Did Dustin forget something?” Eddie smiled and shook his head at you. “I actually brought you something.” Before you could question him you quickly recognized Dustin's footsteps down the hall. “Meet me at the window in the back, It’s the left side!” you quickly and quietly shut the door on eddie before he could question you.

“Who was at the door?” Dustin asked as he walked to the fridge. “Oh someone was looking for their dog.” he nodded at you and said goodnight and walked back to his room for the night.

You quickly ran to your room and moved your curtains and saw Eddie standing there, looking around your window where you had a mini garden of flowers. “Sorry about that!” you apologized as you opened your window and felt the cold night’s air. Eddie chuckled.

“You said you brought me something? What is it exactly?” you question. Eddie perks up and quickly knelt down and picked something up and handed it to you. You looked at the cup he handed you before you realized what it was. “A slushie?” you smiled at him.

“You told Dustin you wanted to get one but since I kept Dustin back, I decided to get you one myself.” you smiled at eddie as he handed you a straw hand in his jacket. “Well thank you!” you opened the straw and took a sip of the slushie.

“Um y/n, would you like to get a slushie with me sometime?” he asked as he looked down and swirled his blue raspberry slushie around. “If it’s a date i will!” you smiled at him. He quickly looked up at you and nodded. “If that’s what you want henderson.” you leaned against your window seal. “I’m free tomorrow night.” you smiled at eddie. “I’ll come and get you, same time as tonight?” he asked, you nodded in response.

“I’ll see you then y/n!” He smiled and made his way back to his car, once he turned the corner and knew you couldn’t see him he punched the air and smiled all the way to his car.

 Bonus:

Your date with Eddie was a success. The next morning your lips were still stained by the cherry flavoring syrup. Dustin knew you went out the previous night so he thought nothing of it. It wasn’t till Eddie knocked at the front door to pick Dustin up that he connected the dots. 

Eddie hadn’t noticed a little red lip stain on his jaw till Dustin was screaming about it, thankfully Ms Henderson was already at work. “YOU BOTH WENT OUT!” you stared at eddie from the dining room table, he did the same from the doorway. It was gonna be a long day at school for Eddie, and a long night at home for you.

[jaesqueso]

Challenge accepted (m)

pairing: frat!yuta x frat female!reader x frat!jaehyun

summary: you make a comment that turns into a bet that ends up turning on you

word count: 2,600

warnings: crack and smut, this is basically a threesome with bald Yuta and Jaehyun so proceed at your own risk

a/n: happy bday my dear mel, look what you made me do! I love you so much and I hope you enjoy this ❤

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You roll your eyes for the 100th time tonight as Yuta and Jaehyun keep bragging about how all the girls are whipped for them.

“One look, that’s all it takes.” Jaehyun says with that cocky smile of his.

“Say what you want but this hair…” Yuta runs his hands through his undeniably beautiful long locks. “They go crazy.”

“Definitely!” Jaehyun almost jumps off his seat. “The way they grab it when you go down on them…”

“Is that all you guys are going to talk about tonight?” You finally interrupt the conversation pointing at the notebooks long forgotten on your coffee table study suddenly became non important.

“And what’s wrong with that?” Jaehyun raises his eyebrow.

“Like you wouldn’t want a piece of this.” Yuta smirks teasingly running his hand through his chest.

Not that you never thought about it, being friends with these two frat boys was hard on your body heat but you wouldn’t cross the line for friendship sake. And because they already got it on with most girls around campus.

“Well this project is not going to do itself.” You try to change the subject. “But you two rely on that hair too much, you wouldn’t be picking up any chicks if you were bald.”

“Dude what the hell, why would we be bald?” Jaehyun takes his hand to his chest showing how hurt he was by your words.

“You know what?” Yuta is intrigued. “That actually sounds like a challenge.”

“Wait, what challenge?” Jaehyun asks widening his eyes.

“Let’s shave our heads.” Yuta casually said.

“Like you’d ever do that.” You laugh in disbelief.

“You don’t think we would?” Jaehyun turns on his competitive side and gets up. “Oh we’re doing this! We’ll prove it’s not about our hair, it’s our charm.”

“Right!” Yuta gets up joining the other. “Challenge accepted!”

They extend their hands to you but you just laugh. After a few seconds you calm yourself down seeing the serious look on their faces.

“Wait, are you serious?” You tilt your head still not believing it.

“Oh yeah.” Jaehyun confirms.

“Dead serious.” Yuta adds.

“But…” You really want to see this happen but it can’t be this easy. “You can’t do like a short buzz, you need to shave it all off and pass a razor to really clear those heads.”

“Wait what, that wasn’t the agreement-” Yuta starts complaining but gets interrupted.

“You’re on!” Jaehyun grabs your hand shaking it just eager to win a bet.

“But there’s a party tomorrow at the frat house.” Yuta silently tells Jaehyun but you hear it.

“Well, what a great opportunity to show your game!” You smirk.

Finally going back to the school work you can barely concentrate thinking about the possibility of this really happening. As they leave your place a few hours later you have a laugh before going to bed eagerly wanting for the party.

The next day you meet up with some of your friends and head up to the frat house. Moving through the crowd and greeting some people you know, you head to the kitchen to get a drink. As you’re pouring beer on your cup two girls pass by you, laughing hard.

“Why would they do that?” One says almost out of breath.

“They look so ridiculous!” The other can’t even keep her eyes open from laughing so hard.

After your first sip you spit it all out seeing the reason why they were like that.

“Oh shut up.” Yuta says pulling his hood over his head.

“I can’t believe you actually did it!” You pat your leg as you can’t help laughing when you see that the two boys shave their heads like you dare them to.

“You should know we take bets very seriously.” Jaehyun says through clenched teeth as he pulls a beanie from his pocket and puts it on his head.

“Well guys, I’m guessing it’s not going exactly as planned…” You tease as another group of girls pass by the kitchen giggling and pointing at them. “C’mon, don’t give up, a bet is a bet and don’t tell me you did this for nothing.”

You take off the hood from Yuta’s head a grab Jaehyun’s beanie putting it inside your purse.

“Now go and pick up some girls. And make sure to get some proof you actually did something with them!” You wink as you exit the room to join the party.

Maybe because the music was really good, maybe because you were enjoying the dare, but you were having the time of your life. For a couple of hours you didn’t see the two guys but you could tell they were around as from time to time more and more girls had a laugh at their expense.

After dancing and drinking for a long time you decide to go outside to get some fresh hair. When you step to the backyard you see two shiny heads sitting by the pool.

“So I’m guessing it’s not going well.” You smirk and they turn back rolling their eyes. “I guess your charm is not worth much without hair uh?”

“We literally talked to every girl at this party.” Yuta shakes his head in disappointment. “This was a stupid bet, we do need our hair, you were ri-”

“Wait!” Jaehyun suddenly gets up. “There’s still someone we haven’t tried.”

“Hey, you’re right.” Yuta now stands next to Jaehyun with his signature smirk.

You raise your eyebrow as they walk towards you, not really understanding where they’re going with this.

“What do you say?” Jaehyun asks, clearly not talking to you.

“Not that I never thought about this before…” Yuta replies. “Think she’ll be strong enough to take us both?”

You widen your eyes.

“What do you say baby, think you can take us both?” Jaehyun now speaks to you.

“W-What?” You nervously chuckle. “You’re not assuming I’d do any of you right?”

“Oh we’re not assuming anything.” Jaehyun stands right by your side tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“We know you want this too.” Yuta whispers in your other ear.

“Y-You guys are crazy.” You step back and go back inside the house.

You hurriedly search for a bathroom, desperately needing to freshen up. When you see the huge line you groan in annoyance and head upstairs to try another one. Luckily there was someone getting out and no one waiting so you sneak in and lock the door.

You open the water and splash it on your face. You can’t possibly be thinking about having sex with those two, not when you’re their last choice because they have no one else and specially not when they look like that. But as you stare at yourself in the mirror you can’t deny the heat running through your body when they stood so close to you.

Taking a deep breath you tell yourself this is a stupid idea and you can’t let it happen, you’ll just have to avoid them until you leave and that’ll be it. As you open the door you gasp when the two people you definitely do not want to see right now lean against the wall in front of the bathroom.

“C’mon princess, don’t be a buzz kill.” Jaehyun tilts his head.

You gulp and turn to leave but Yuta catches your wrist.

“Tell me you never thought about this.” He says in a low voice. “Forget the bet and all that. Tell me you never thought about us this way.”

As much as you try there’s no denying you have touched yourself before thinking about both of them using you in the most naughty ways. You curse under your breath opening the door next to the bathroom and making sure nobody’s inside.

“Are you coming or not?” You quickly ask seeing them still in the hallway. “You better hurry before I change my mind.”

Like two kids on Christmas morning they rush inside the room closing the door. You look around the space, not really sure what to do.

“Who’s room is this?” You question.

“Who cares?”

With a quick pull at your arm you turn around and feel Yuta’s lips against yours. The kiss is hungry but hypnotising, just as you expected of him. You didn’t even notice Jaehyun already took off his shirt and came behind you kissing from your exposed shoulder to your neck.

You raise your arms as both of them lift up your dress and throw it on the ground. Even in the dim lights of the room you can see them smirking as they see you were wearing no bra. Jaehyun cups your naked breasts as he grinds his bulge against your ass and you let out a whimper. You then help Yuta out of his own shirt before he takes your mouth again, pressing his body against yours as if trapping you between him and the other boy.

In a mix of kisses, bites and groping, their pants come off too and next thing you know you get thrown on the bed. Jaehyun kisses up your leg stoping at your thigh to tug his fingers on your panties dragging them off of you. At the same time you feel Yuta get on the bed too and from the corner of your eye you see him palm himself through his underwear.

You squeal as Jaehyun’s strong hands pin your thighs down to the mattress leaving your throbbing core in full display for him. Yuta swallows your moans with his mouth as Jaehyun’s tongue starts licking your overly wet folds. After a long sloppy kiss, Yuta moves down to pay attention to you breasts both with his mouth and his hands.

As you feel yourself get closer and closer to your high with these two boys worshipping every inch of your body, you lower your hand to tug on Jaehyun’s hair in hopes to press his face against your pussy. But all you feel is a smooth surface and you remember how they shaved their heads and managed to look ridiculous.

“What are you laughing at?” Yuta violently grabs your face forcing you to look at him.

But as you look up you see his shinning scalp and you can’t hold in your laugh.

“Oh, this will shut you up.” Without a warning Yuta shoves his dick down your throat making you choke on his length.

You grab his thigh blinking away the tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you try to breathe through your nose.

“Not so funny now, huh?” Yuta smirks as he keeps thrusting into your mouth.

You’re not sure why this is arousing you so much, all you know is that your orgasm is just around the corner and when you feel it coming you tap on Yuta’s leg in hopes to free your mouth. Luckily he gets the message just in time for you to moan loudly as you cum all over Jaehyun’s mouth and fingers.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He says licking all your juices spread on his face.

“Now, won’t you be a good girl and thank Jaehyun for the nice job he did?” Yuta tells you and the other boy sits down on the bed gesturing for you to come closer while he gently strokes his cock.

“Yes, princess, show me how much you enjoyed that.” Jaehyun smirks as you seductively get on all fours and crawl towards him, eyes fixed on his big hard dick.

You lick your lips before you start kissing the tip and tasting his pre-cum. Delicious, just like you imagined.

Jaehyun lets out a very pleased moan as you open your mouth and start to take him inch by inch. You then feel Yuta’s fingers rubbing your wetness making your squirm as you’re still sensitive from the orgasm you just had.

“It’s ok kitten, relax.” You hear him say from behind you as he gently rubs your ass with his other hand.

Slowly you start bobbing your head up and down Jaehyun’s cock, holding on to his thighs as he leans back and enjoys the view, biting his lip as the vibrations from your muffled moans increase the pleasure.

Suddenly you feel Yuta’s fingers abandoning your needy pussy but before you can complain a much bigger thing starts stretching your hole.

“Damn baby, you feel so good around me.” Yuta groans as he starts pounding into you.

With every thrust your body goes forward making you take more of Jaehyun’s member in your mouth. A lot of times before you imagined getting fucked by your two friends but never in a million years you thought it would feel this good. You’re practically drooling all over Jaehyun’s shaft while your pussy is creaming around Yuta’s length.

As you keep sucking him you feel Jaehyun’s cock twitch inside your mouth and from Yuta’s curses under his breath you can tell they’re both close and honestly soon you might be cumming again too.

“Switch with me.” Jaehyun tells Yuta pulling your head from his lap.

“Why?” Yuta keeps slamming into you.

“Because I don’t want to cum in her mouth. C’mon dude!” Jaehyun insists.

“And who put you in charge?” Yuta asks now halting his movements.

“Oh my god, just shut up and keep fucking me!” You shout annoyed.

“My pleasure princess.” In a quick swipe Jaehyun turns you around so that you’re laying on your back.

You bite your lip as he brushes the tip of his dick between your folds, trying not to beg for him to just put it inside you. But he seemed to understand how desperate you are and he shares the same feeling.

You hear a low groan as he finally aligns with your hole and pushes himself inside. You close your eyes and arch your back when he starts moving in and out of you at a steady pace.

Loving the way Jaehyun is fucking you, you almost forget there’s someone else in the room. You look to your side and see Yuta stroking himself as he watches you two. You replace his hand with yours and move it at the same speed you’re getting pounded at.

“I’m so close.” Jaehyun moans taking his hand to your clit and rubbing circles on it.

As your attention re-focuses on him, Yuta feels neglected so he overs your torso and lays his dick between your boobs. Squeezing them together around his length he moves his hips back and forward.

Yuta curses under his breath and by the way he fucks your breasts you can tell he’s close. To encourage him you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. A few more thrusts and he shoots his hot cum that ends up all over your face and neck.

Closing your eyes you feel yourself reaching your high too and you squeeze your walls around Jaehyun’s cock with a loud moan. And just like a train of orgasms Jaehyun is next to spill his seed inside you.

Both guys get off of you and lay one at each side of your tired body. You all take a minute to catch your breaths and realise what just happened.

“You know,” you say as you gather some of Yuta’s cum from your neck with your fingers and lick it off, “for a couple of bald guys you do know how to fuck a girl out.”

The guys exchange a look and high five over you making you laugh as a stupid bet became one of the best nights of your life.

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