#and I need to wash my hair and I can’t skip it today bc I have a extremely visible hair mask in

[zibah-ho]

someone bully me into doing my assignments plsssss I have less than 12 hours most of which I’d like to be sleeping for and I’m still fucking about

[webbyweeb]

I’m feeling down, so here’s a quick hxh insert with a 13 year old girl in mind. Strictly platonic.

“Thank you for having us!” You politely bow in front of Gon’s aunt Mito and great grandmother Abe. The older lady chuckles. “Thank you for visiting! I’m sorry about the mess, I wasn’t expecting guests today.” Mito chirped. “Goodness Gon! You should have told me you were heading home! I wasn’t able to prepare anything!” She chided. You looked at your friends warmly and took a sip of your offered beverage. “It’s not that big of a deal. It’s fine.” Gon says going to take a seat. “What do you mean? Your friends came all the way here to visit!” Mito countered. “No, it’s okay.” Killua says, you nod. “It is quite alright ms!” You giggle. “Really, you should have said something so I could prepare!” You smile and close your eyes, the two boys exchanged an awkward smile. “Are you listening to me?!” Mito startles Gon and you lost it laughing, Killua shortly joining in. “Why don’t you wash up while I make you all something? Please leave your dirty clothes, I’m doing laundry later!” Mito says, getting ingredients “Thanks ms!” You exclaim. “Okay! Later?” Gon asks, “Now!” Mito huffs. The boys scramble about. “Excuse me Ms Mito?” You inquire. “Yes?” She turns to face you. “All my clothes are dirty so I’m going to pick up an outfit from the shop while I wait for my turn.” You say, sheepishly trailing off. “Alright! The boutique is on north sunbear creek, please be safe!” Mito responded. “Alright! I’ll be back-“ “Wait! Wait, wait!” Mito exclaims. She goes to a caddy near the door and pulls out a paper, scribbling down something on the back. “Here! I wrote the home phone number on the back just incase.” You look down at the map of the land and nod. “Thank you! Now I won’t get lost!” You grin “I’ll be right back!” You close the front door, looking on the map for the street name. “There it is! I wonder what kind of clothing they have here.”

You open the door to the shop. “hello?” A young woman comes from behind the counter, she seems about Kurapika’s age. “Hi, I’m Val. Can I help you?” She introduces herself. “Please do! I need a simple airy outfit, do you have any recommendations?” Val nods and guides you to a rack on the wall. “This shirt waist dress has matching stockings and a hair tie! It would probably fit your height.” You looked at the paw-polka dot stockings and pastel plaid dress and cute bear charm in the hair elastic, inspecting to see if it would last your adventures. “The seams are really neat on this! And the remaining thread on the socks seems to have been woven in perfectly. The work on this is amazing, and the material seems good quality.” You think out loud. “How much for it?” 17,300 Jenny she responds. “Really? I’ll take it!” You skip out of the shop, new outfit in its bag. You can’t wait to show your friends!

End bc I’m lazy need to post smth and might continue later. I’m writing mainly platonic stuff since I want to have a safe space for minors and aro/ace ppl to get content from.

[wtf-yoongi]

Spoiled. / JJK

pairing | jungkook x reader

summary | jeon jungkook is too tired to care about anything so it’s a good thing he has you aka you have to make sure he doesn’t skip skincare bc that’s very important

genre/warnings | fluffy fluff

words | 987

note | someone requested a thing i already wanted to write :))))

You knew what was coming when you felt the weight of Jungkook’s head on your shoulder on your way home. 

Actually, you knew what was coming even before that — when he walked to you with lazy steps and you welcomed him into your arms. His whole body was warm from the shower, hair wet and dripping on your t-shirt. Jungkook hummed sleepily when you rubbed his back.

“I’m so ready to go to bed,” he mumbled.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m here to take you home.”

Now, just under thirty minutes after that, you find yourself delicately turning his face, hands careful not to disturb him too much — just enough to wake up and drag himself upstairs. 

It takes a few tries, a lot of Guk, we’re home and some baby, wake up a little, but you’re finally able to make him open his eyes, conscious enough to leave the car and take your hand on the way to the elevators. You quickly bow to the driver and wish him goodnight before rushing to open the glass door before sleepy Jungkook hits his head trying to walk through it.

While you wait for the elevator, Jungkook once again rests his head on your shoulders. He doesn’t say anything and neither do you, but you keep caressing his jaw the way you know he likes it — the palm of your hand steady while your thumb lightly moves from side to side. That alone is worth all the things you want to say, more than a thousand words.

It’s okay, we’re almost there. Just a couple more minutes. I hate to see you tired like this. You never listen to me when I tell you to take it easy. You need to rest. Have you even eaten properly today? It’s a good thing you already took a shower because I sure wouldn’t sleep next to you if you hadn’t. I accidentally washed the sheets with two doses of fabric softener so it’s extra perfumed. I hope it’s not too much. Damn it, I know you won’t let me blow dry your hair, but you really should.

The elevator beeps and the doors open. A minute later, the front door is the one beeping and letting you in. 

Both of your shoes are thrown haphazardly as soon as you step foot inside. You guide Jungkook on the way to your room, both hands loosely holding onto his hips and directing his body through the corridor. Once there, he doesn’t waste a second, throwing himself on the overly perfumed gray sheets with a groan. Jungkook tried his best to pull you with him, but it’s easy to beat him when he is sleepy.

With an airy laugh, he speaks. “Well, close enough. Can’t say I didn’t try.”

“Don’t you think for a second I’m going to let you sleep like this,” you say just as Jungkook starts to pull the covers from underneath his body. “No, no, no, you’re changing into something else. Come on.”

Just then, you reach for his arms to stop his movements and Jungkook groans again, but, this time, completely defeated. He doesn’t have it in him to fight you and, deep down, he knows you’re right. He shouldn’t sleep in a jean shirt, no matter how comfortable he thinks it is right now. 

Delicately, you sit next to his torso, quickly working on undoing the buttons to free his body from the thick fabric. “I’m also not letting you sleep shirtless. It’s too cold for that,” you add, getting up to grab a basic t-shirt from the nearest drawer. 

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is,” you emphasize, closing the drawer with a low thud. “Sit up a little. I promise to let you sleep after this.”

A low sigh leaves Jungkook’s lips, which soon come to a pout. “I showered and even brushed my teeth before thinking I’d be able to go to bed as soon as I got home,” he pauses for a second while the cotton runs past his head with the help of your hands. “And you’re not letting me.”

“Well, to be honest, you are in bed.” You giggle and Jungkook’s pout melts into a weak, sleepy smile. “Lie down, I’m going to get your stuff.”

“What stuff?” 

“Your skincare stuff.”

“Oh, okay.”

From the corner of your eye, you can see Jungkook once again moving to get underneath the comforter — this time, however, he succeeds. When you walk back from the bathroom, hands busy with bottles and glass containers, he’s already looking half unconscious, eyes closed and breathing as even as it gets.

You try your best to carefully lay down all the products on his nightstand, but deep down you know it doesn’t matter. At this point, you could drop everything without caring about any sort of noise and, still, there wouldn’t be a problem. With a soft smile on your face, you start with a cleansing water on a cotton pad, quietly apologizing for how cold it is.

Jungkook, of course, isn’t really awake to care.

To keep it simple, you decide not to add too many products, following with a serum and a moisturizer. Despite only having a moment before his skin soaked up the creamy lotion, you take your time running your fingers through every slope and curve, making sure not a single spot isn’t taken care of. Your hands are delicate, like a cloud, but confident as they glide on Jungkook’s skin. Meanwhile, his face is serene, completely unbothered by the movement.

To finish things off, you gently apply a specific treatment to a darkened spot left after a tiny breakout. Something he whined about a few days ago and now is barely noticeable. 

“Done,” you whisper, working whatever is left of the products on your own hands before collecting the bottles to get up. “Gosh, I think I spoil you too much.”

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[missyasf]

Game Of Hearts

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↳ Summary: Your life is in monotonous tones of grey, day in, day out. Nothing matters besides your sister, the only thing you remember is seeing fireworks before waking up to Tokyo abandoned . Soon enough you are properly introduced to the deadly Borderlands where you must fight for your life in Games to survive. When things can’t possibly get worse soon division arises and rivalries are made. No matter what though, you are constantly plagued by a blonde who, no matter how hard you try, just can’t seem to go too far without.

↳ Pairing: Chishiya/Reader

↳ Genre: Angst, smut, thriller

Word Count: 11k

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Trigger Warning: ⚠️ much like the manga/Netflix adaptation this will be a dark fic which includes mentions of prostitution, attempted murder, child ab*se, sexual harassment, heavy grief and attempted suic*de among other things. Additional warnings will be added for chapters when triggers are brought up. Please read with caution if these are triggers for you or just skip all together! 

Side mention: This could be considered a prequel to the current Alice In Borderland. I’m writing based off the Manga bc I was a glutton and couldn’t wait no spoilers will be present as of...

Escapism

noun

the tendency to seek distraction and relief from unpleasant realities, especially by seeking entertainment or engaging in fantasy ♡ 

You had known all about this during your short lifespan, as a child you’d often play pretend with your sister that you were movie stars living in a five star hotel rather than the shitty busted up apartment on the wrong side of town. Escapism came in, many forms. It was often a way for people to cope psychologically, simply because sometimes, facing the reality of your situation can be too much for one person to handle mentally. 

Or at least, that was the topic of your lecture today in class. The human mind always fascinated you. Even at the young tender age when your mom died and you watched your once cozy little family fall apart piece by piece until nothing was left in its wake. 

It was your fascination that drove you now for most things, why? Why, why, why? You always wondered what the motive was behind someone’s actions, not only thing but you wanted to  understand them better, to try and sympathize. You were already fairly intuitive in nature. It wasn’t difficult to read people. In fact your line of work made it easy, you’d watch a man who would be excited to be with you reach for his left finger as if used to touching something. A wedding band perhaps? 

The lowlife cheater was fairly common in a whore house after all. Or the man who had been pissy this morning behind you in line because you had decided to try something new on the menu and you weren’t fast enough, obviously because he was tardy and woke up late, his shirt unbeknownst to him was button the wrong way and his tie loose and even the way his hair fell were all signs of being late to work. 

It was the little things you noticed in people’s facial expressions, the way they moved and spoke. You could read people like a book, and sure sometimes it was useful. But you often wished you weren’t so perceptive. It drove you mad knowing when a potential love interest was no longer interested through a simple text or a friend not wanting to talk by their tone. Sometimes you wished you could just blot it all out, still, you lived like this day in and day out, you were used to this kind of thing and honestly. Friends? Love? Your gaze dropped a little to your feet, the pumps you were wearing a jet black and the heel too high for any respectable woman to ever wear. 

...It wasn’t like you ever had any of those in your life and you had struggled to come to terms with the fact that you could survive without that kind of support. Still...it made you envious, the couple happily holding hands on the sidewalk. The group of friends all laughing at a table while they studied. Oftentimes these feelings are muted, but when you’re faced with something you’ve always craved, those muted feelings suddenly become hyperactive in your mind. 

It’s pathetic, honestly. 

“How dare you! You disgusting slut!” 

In this moment however, you were brought back to reality at just what was happening, you squeaked loudly as you dodged the shoe the woman had thrown at you. This was all a regular occurrence, you had a lot of regulars who weren’t the most amazing people but hey, money was money. But along with them they also left a trail which their wives and girlfriends always followed. And then they always blamed you instead of their partner for leaving them for a prostitute despite you never having agreed to anything such as that.

It really wasn’t your fault, you were just trying to make a living while juggling with keeping up your own education, paying your fathers debts, rent and still somehow getting food on the table. What part time college job could provide that?

Prostitution wasn’t a job you would’ve gone into willingly but given the past and your trauma that was already laced in it you had been learning that sometimes because of the trauma we experience, sometimes people go back to that same trauma and actively participate in it as a way of feeling like they’re in control. 

That whatever happened before, would never happen again if you were in control. You weren’t sure if you qualified under this category, trauma came in many forms but the one most used as an example in your class was that a study showed that women who were assaulted often develop a kink for consensual non consent as a way of coping with what happened, except this time, it’s in a controlled environment where it can end the moment they want it too. 

Again, you weren’t sure you fell into this category, but you often wondered if your line of work was intertwined with your earlier memories when you were younger, if anything it brought comfort to you. Much of it, blotted out now simply because your mind couldn’t take it. Trauma expressed through amnesia was also much more common than many thought, and it’s so small, so easy to miss. After all how can you be aware of something if you have no memory of it anymore?

“Security!” Your manager screeched, two of the bodyguards were already between you and the feral woman who was ready to gut you clean as she screamed hysterically, her husband...your regular....at her side trying to get her to calm down only for her to come to her senses and slap him clean across the face. You didn’t condone violence, but he did have it coming...

You weren’t about to justify cheaters, you couldn’t imagine the hurt someone had to feel that not only did their partner cheat on them, but it was with someone...like you...You had been trying not to put down your job occupation, sex workers were just as valid as anyone else...you knew you would’ve thought this way if it was anyone but you in this position. 

You sighed as you ran your hands through your hair, watching the couple get dragged out of the tight space of the brothel, “Jesus christ....didn’t you say you stopped using perfume because of this?” Miki, your manager sighed as she crossed her arms. You didn’t want to say your manager was your friend but she was the closest you had as you’d often complain to her about most of your problems. Sex work often attracted broken people, it wasn’t something she wasn’t used to. 

“Yeah, but apparently he never got around to washing his clothes…” You wiped your mouth on the back of your hand, “Lipstick stain,” You glanced down at the ruby pink color that stained your skin now, “Fuck...that did hurt.” You rubbed your sore cheek that was still throbbing from where she had first slapped it when she ripped the door open of the room where she got to see with her own eyes you riding her husband. 

It had happened so many times now you weren’t even embarrassed about someone walking in let alone a partner. Miki gave you a lopsided smile as she patted your shoulder, “Guess that just pays for being one of the best here. Did you at least get paid.” 

You nodded, “Yeah, I always make them pay in advanced but I was hoping to get a tip afterwards...He was a lawyer so you know he had good money.” You sighed, crossing your arms, you were well aware of his partner because a lot of the time he didn’t even come in for sex anymore. It was funny how humans work. 

He often felt his wife was overbearing and you had suspected some sort of verbal abuse by the way he talked about her constant screaming. Truthfully, you don’t think he ever intended on cheating with her. He just wanted someone to talk to without being judged, you could relate with sympathy to that, but he unfortunately chose to walk into a brothel instead of a therapy clinic and this truly was the only inevitable outcome. Still, you hope if for anyone’s sake, he gets that divorce for himself. 

 “Hey I think I’m gonna call it a day. I need to get back to Nanami, she was wanting to talk to me about college applications.” You sighed as you rubbed your neck, ever since she had graduated high school she had been chomping at the bit to start applying for college, maybe to just get out of the house and into a dorm. You couldn’t blame her and if she did that it would lighten your load a little. 

Guilt washed over you at the thought as Miki chuckled, “They grow up pretty fast huh? My brother was the same way, except the moment he found out I was a sex worker was the moment he called me a whore and we haven’t talked since. That was probably about five years ago,” She crossed her arms as she sighed, “Crazy how the things we do for the ones we love, never appreciate our effort...I’ll see you tomorrow then?” 

“If I’m not bruising.” You offered a weak smile as you nodded at her before going back to your room to get changed. Truthfully, you much like anyone else, often wished you could go to a world where reality wasn’t a concept any longer. Where you could lay out in the sun for the whole day and just soak up it’s rays with no worries or trepidations. 

But sooner then later everyone had to face their fears. Even you, you supposed. But no matter how hard you fought your demons, they always came back tenfold. Again, you supposed your story was no different from tens of thousands, and yet you all live on regardless. Maybe it’s you who should be the one seeking therapy. Pulling on your jeans and the cropped top over your head before pulling the jacket over your arms and grabbing your bag. 

The walk home was as quiet as ever, your hood over your head and earbuds any unwanted attention, it wasn’t too late at night, only eleven PM and your work had just been getting started but that had ruined the night for you and besides, you had already failed a test today, you could use the sleep tonight. 

Occasionally you’d hear the sirens of  a cop car passing by or a bystander shout, nothing out of the ordinary in this neighborhood. Walking up to the apartment complex you pulled the key from your bag as you unlocked the door. Quietly stepping insides as you shut the door before locking it once more. Your nose wrinkled at the smell of stale air mixed with rotten...something…

If anything, you were always lacking in something, you had been so busy most of the day that you never had time to clean anything leaving the house in a horrible state. Not that you thought this was much of a house. 

Walking down the narrow hallway you opened the rickety door with a missing lock as you gave a brief smile to the small clump of bedsheets. Your sister was curled up and on her phone, eyes darting to the door with a hint of fear before she jumped up, “Y/n! You’re home earlier from night shift already!?” 

You offered a smile as you set down your bag and nodded, sitting down on the mattress that laid on the floor as you replied, “Yeah, a coworker needed the extra hours so I let them cover for me tonight. Besides, you wanted to talk about college applications?” Your sister was under the impression your late night job was bartending at some hole in the wall downtown, where in all actuality you just went there to drink a few days and talk to the loud and sometimes obnoxious, but good hearted bartender who loved talking about his nerdy underaged friends that couldn’t do anything beside stay and drink soda. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t think your sister would accept you, if she knew what you were actually doing. Fear, most times came in many different forms and this was one of them. You simply didn’t want to be judged, even by her. So nobody in your life truly knew who you were, and therefore, how could you hold the expectation for people to accept you into society if you were already self sabotaging yourself? 

All philosophy aside, you were simply a lost soul, looking for your way in the cruel reality called life. 

“Yes!” Nanami was chipper as always as she squealed, clapping her hands, “I…! I was thinking about applying to the university you attend! Maybe I'll get a grant and move into the dorms there? I already applied for several jobs, I’m just waiting on a callback!” 

You offered a small smile as you hugged your knees to your chest, “I think you’d like it there, there’s lots to do around campus. But what will you go in for? The only advice I can offer is be sure it’s what you want to do.” 

Nanami’s face faltered a little as she hummed, “Well...I thought maybe working with animals? I’d love to be an assistant surgeon in veterinarian? I know it’s a pretty...sad job but...I really like the idea of being able to heal such innocent things.” Your smile tugged into a gentle one at your sister. She was too tender for this world.

It had been your goal sense the day your mother died that you took care of your sister, it didn’t matter what happened to you. You could rot for all you cared at the end of the day, all you wanted was to look up and see your sister's smile and her happiness in life blossom. She more than anyone deserved it. 

“I think you’ll be great at it.” You encouraged as you rested your chin on your hand, always happy to see her bounce in excitement as you yawned, your body was used to your demanding schedule but it was always more than happy to welcome a few extra hours of sleep.”

Hearing the door loudly slam close caused you both to jump, Nanami hurriedly crawled back in bed, pretending to be asleep as you frowned. Your dad must’ve come back home from wherever he was. 

“Y/n! Just stay here! Can’t you talk to him later?” Nanami looked scared, she always did when he was around. But you weren’t about to stand down to the bastard any day of the week, you offered a weak smile as you replied. 

“It’s fine Nami, I’ll be just a few minutes.” You replied, you knew that she knew, that was probably a lie. But you’d try your best, for her sake at least. But somebody had to put this guy in his place occasionally and it was always you. It results in a lot of screaming sometimes, other times he’d break down in tears or on a bad occasion you’d get shoved to the ground, a few times hit. Nothing major. 

Walking out of the room you leaned against the wall of the entrance of the hallway watching your father stumble around in the living room, “Did you finally talk to the loan company?” You called out as you asked, not in a forgiving mood tonight. He had said he’d do this for two weeks in a row. The company that sank your whole family into the ground. The reason your mother couldn’t take it anymore and put a blade to her wrist. 

Your father stood up, looking a little wobbly, obviously drunk, “Now listen here little girl I don’t have shit to own to you or anyone else.” You sighed as you tucked your tongue into your cheek, annoyance flowing inside you as you straightened up. You weren’t going to be bullied into being scared of this guy. 

“Actually you do,” Your smile twisted into something more sharp, more bitter and sinister as you walked forward, “See, if you hadn’t of gotten involved in something shady like loan sharks we wouldn’t be drowning in debt and mom wouldn’t have killed herself because of you and both your daughters wouldn’t hate you. I know you drink away all our money in some pathetic attempt to escape from the cold reality that you fucked up your whole life and watched your family slip from your fingers while not even trying to do anything other then put us in further shit,” You closed your eyes as you tilted your head, “But the least you could do, is admit that. You owe us at least that for being a total fuck up.” 

You opened your eyes to find pure rage brewing in your fathers eyes as you smiled once more, this time a false sense of sickly sweet tone to it as you shrugged, “Or you could live in denial, at this point, there really isn’t anything you can do to get anyone back ♡ ” 

You had turned around, planning to tell Nanami that maybe she should go sleep over at a friends house today but you never got the chance, suddenly being slammed into the wall and flecks of spit hitting your face, “I am your fucking father! I deserve respect from you and your worthless sister! Do you know how much I provide for you both?” 

Anger splintered through your veins as you grabbed onto his wrists, his fingers digging into your neck as you squirmed, “Like fucking what!? A shitty broken down apartment that your vacant from because you’re too fucking ashamed of yourself to even look at us sober!?�� 

Much like years in the past you weren’t surprised to hear Nanami cry as she rushed out of the room at the sound of you both screaming, “Stop!” She cried out, trying to break you both up, “Stop! Don’t fight! Why…! Why can’t we all just get along!” She sobbed only for your dad to shove her down making her curl up in defeat. 

Alarm bells were triggered in your head at the sight of Nanami on the ground, she had never actually gotten hurt while in your sight and it was triggering something deep inside you as you watched him stalk up to her. Your hands shaking and rage boiling in your mind as you grabbed the closet thing you could find. An empty beer bottle on the table. 

Your vision blurred and you don’t quite remember what happened other than glass shattering over his head and the brute force of you shoving something before blood was stained on your hands. 

How did you end up sitting against the wall? Why was there….blood on your hands…? Your fingers trembled at the metallic sticky substance. All you could hear were Nanami’s sobs and cries as she frantically pushed herself away from the body slumped on the ground. 

“You…! He…!” Nanami’s eyes brimmed with tears as you heard a loud boom making you jump, your eyes darting to the open window where….fireworks, big and bold crashed and crackled before you felt like you were sucked into a vortex making your whole vision black out. 

Your head felt fuzzy and there was ringing in your ears as you groaned, curling up into yourself as the darkness beckoned you closer before you forcibly opened your eyes. You were laying against the hardwood floor. Beams of light streaked through the window and you could see dust particles in the air against the shower of sunshine that streamed in. 

...Wait...Light? The thought had perplexed your head enough to make you push up from the ground, memories pulling into your mind as your breath became shallow, suddenly looking to the side where...you slumped against the wall. It must’ve just been a bad dream….your eyes flickered to Nanami’s curled up figure...a really vivid dream…? Something wrenched in your gut as you rubbed your eyes. What happened? “Nami…!” You whispered, forcing your muscles to move despite their protest as she whined. 

After another moment she reluctantly opened her eyes, flickering around before she suddenly scrambled up, taking a deep breath as if realizing what had happened before, looking towards where your dad once was she frowned, “...I...What…” She seemed just as perplexed as you and if her face was anything to go by, last night had obviously happened, “Is dad…” She looked at the absent place of the floor. 

Leaning against the wall your eyes darted around the room, “I guess so…” You silently felt relief at knowing your dad was still very much alive as you leaned back as you closed your eyes, trying to remember what had happened before everything went dark...oh..! The fireworks...had it been a celebration last night? Your brows pinched together, something felt...off...getting up you opened the door to the apartment walking out. 

“Y/n? Y/n! Hey! Where are you going!” Nanami called out, quickly chasing after you as you frowned, cars were parked odd and there was no one out on the street...as in...at all...Something was very wrong and you couldn’t figure out what. 

“Wow...it..must be a slow day…” Nanami felt a sense of discomfort at the lack of life as you both walked down the side walk, it didn’t just feel like a slow day it felt, apocalyptic. As if humanity just left on it’s own leaving nothing but an empty city behind. Cars were parked on the curb and a few even left in the street.

“No, it’s like everyone vanished...This is really weird.” You wrapped your arms around yourself as you frowned, looking around as you came closer to where typically it would be a booming part of the downtown but it was empty, just as everything before. 

“Well, maybe it’s a national holiday?” Nanami rubbed her head, trying to make sense of the situation just as much as you, surely everyone wasn’t...gone...right? She looked around as she bit her lip, second guessing herself at all the cars that were vacant, “Hey Y/n.” 

You paused as you looked at your sister, curving an eyebrow as she offered a weak smile, “What if everyone got raptured away like they talk about in christanity?” Your expression flattened as she giggled, obviously getting a rise out of you as you crossed your arms. 

Raptured? Where? To heaven? “Wouldn’t it be fire and brimstone then if that was the case?” Nanami pouted at your words as you shrugged, snickering yourself at her expression, the tables now turned as you sighed, “I don’t think there’s anyone left in Tokyo...I mean, it feels like...we’d have seen someone by now...right?” 

“Well…” Nanami frowned once more, a little disturbed at your words as she spoke, “There’s no way everyone could be gone I mean, where would they go? And how could we miss something like that...Maybe the police found us and now we’re under some weird simulation.” 

Chills spilled down your spine as you shoved her making her whine, “Don’t say that! That makes me feel all weird…! I didn’t…!” You cut yourself off, you didn’t what? Murder your own dad in cold blood...you looked down at your hands, they were free of any blood but it still felt like something like sin lingered. Like no matter where you went, it would always be stuck to you.

You didn’t like this, not one bit. Briefly you felt the urge to go hunt down your dad, he was a deadbeat but you would never...you’d never kill him....Right?

“Well…” Nanami hummed her eyes scanning ahead before they jumped to the mall that was up ahead, “Hey…! If nobody is here...maybe we could make use of it! Come on! Let's go!” You yelped at her grabbing your arm before dragging you ahead. Cars were all parked and yet not a single person exited through the mall's entrance. Something just felt off! You wrapped your arms around yourself as you warily looked around the empty mall, “Nanami I really don’t like this!” You looked around, concern bubbling inside you as she ran ahead into the store, digging through the section of clothes as she giggled. 

“Relax! I doubt any of this is real and even so…! Who’s going to stop us!?” She shrugged as she bounced in excitement, “Oh my god! I had dreamed of something like this happening! Now we can do whatever we want! Go wherever we want! Y/n!” She gasped with a smile, “Now we don’t even have to worry about money!” 

“We don’t even know if this is permanent.” You looked around warily, not partaking as she began plucking off the racks, “Regardless of what this is, I don’t like it. I want to go back home, our home. This just doesn’t…” You shook your head, “This just doesn’t feel right.” 

“Well you can feel that way!” Nanami clacked her tongue as she gave a childish smile, “But I’m gonna go through this whole store and get a new wardrobe so feel free to sit on the bench and tell me what you think looks good!” 

Looking away you sighed, unable to pinch the anxious feeling you had away as you sat down reluctantly as Nanami went into the changing room. Well...at least she was smiling and she was happy...With each outfit Nanami tried out and giggled, you giggled with her and maybe things weren’t so bad after all…

“What a perfect day.” Nanami hugged you close as she sighed, yawning as you looked up at the sky in awe, you had seen a single star while living in Tokyo before, but now it was filled with constellations and millions of stars that stretched for miles. You could stare at it for days and days. The sun had just set a little over half an hour ago and you were ready to retire and find something to eat at the apartment. 

You and Nanami had tried going to the food court but much to your dismay everything had been...rotten...soiled and ruined, meaning there was no point in trying to find anything there and you were getting really hungry despite devouring bags of chips you had both got at the convenient store, another thing that stood out to you was that there was no electricity...at all..

Looking back up to the sidewalk something caught your eyes...was that…! Light!? “Hey! Nanami look!” You shook her making her squeak as she looked up ahead, “It’s the hospital! They have electricity there which means there’s other people! Of course! Why didn’t we think to check essential areas!? Come on! Lets go! I wanna figure out what happened.” 

“Alright! It sucks that this is already over but at least I can finally charge my phone, the battery is pretty low.” Nanami nodded in agreement as you both made your way up the road. 

The walk wasn’t too far and you felt excitement fill you at the sight of the hospital all lit up as you walked into the entrance, a frown slowly setting on your lips once more as you walked past the receptionist desk and…! Oh there’s other people! 

You felt relief wash over your as you ran up, there were at least seven other other people here at least! “Hey! Guys oh my god. I thought everyone was gone! What’s going on?” You asked, smiling bright in relief that you and Nanami weren’t the only ones left behind. Was this some kind of evac point or…?

Silence ensued and you slowly began to frown as you felt everyone stare at you as if you were insane, “Um…” You wrapped a hand around your arm, suddenly feeling as if everyone knew something you didn’t, “What’s going on…?” You furrowed your brows as you tilted your head, unsure of why everyone was looking at you like this. 

Somebody looked like they were going to talk to you, a guy relatively around your age but a woman stopped him- his girlfriend maybe? “Stop, the less that know the better chance we have.” She said quietly though you still heard just enough. Fear twisted inside you as you took a cautious step back...The...the less you knew? 

“Wow, you guys are assholes,” A girl suddenly whistled out, she was sitting in a waiting chair, a cowboy hat on her head paired with distressed jeans and...a bikini top? Strange but you’d roll with it if it meant getting answers. She stood up as she offered a smile, “Akari, nice to meet ya’. You folk must be new to the Borderlands huh?” She jutted her bottom lip a little as you frowned. 

“Um I’m Y/n and this is my sister Nanami...?” You introduced yourself despite feeling confused as you raised a brow, “Borderlands…?” You echoed, what was that supposed to be? Other than Tokyo?

Akari gave a nod as she let out a brief chuckle, as if amused by your confusion but you sensed she had no real ill will unlike....your eyes checked to the couple that stood off in the corner on their own, “That’s what they call it here,” She nodded in affirmation as your eyes darted back to her in confusion, “To be frank with ya’, I don’t have a damn clue what's going on. Nobody does. But ever since you crossed the threshold there’s no going back, so I’ll be brief. We’re all considered outsiders here and we participate in games at venues such as this to extend our stay.”

Nanami and you looked at one another confused as Akari waved you over to the table in front of a TV, “Here, you’ll wanna put these on, it’s for the game.” She explained as you carefully picked up the metal bracelet, something about it felt ominous as you reluctantly put it on, jumping at the way it latched together and there was no getting it off now, “Word of advice, just don’t panic and you probably won’t die.” 

“What?!” You screeched as Akari smacked your back, panic evident in your voice as you turned around to face her making her laugh again, this girl was insane! She had to be! “You’re…! You’re joking!” 

Akari wrinkled her nose as she tilted her head, “Ah shit, I wish I was- Oh…! There’s the last player!” Just on que everyone turned to look at who had arrived, someone heaving breaths with their hands on their knees as if they had sprinted. You were mildly worried at why he seemed so scared but you had a feeling that was the least of your problems right now.

“Y/n what’s going on…?” Nanami frightened grabbed your arm as she hid a little behind you due to all these immensing strangers that looked like they were ready to feed you to the sharks, literally. 

The guy walked past you both as he put on his bracelet, your eyes sharp as you watched it latch together automatically, your gaze jumping to everyone's wrists to notice you were all now wearing one. The TV suddenly lit up. 

Game 

You squinted your eyes a little at the sight of the screen, just what were you about to unwillingly participate in…?

Difficulty: 5♣

“The game you will be participating in is, Monster under the bed.”

A playing card? Monster under the bed? Your brows furrowed as you looked at Nanami who shrugged a little despite her concerned expression, looking just as confused as you. You could’ve made a joke out of this, surely it would’ve been easier. Maybe everyone would bust out laughing and you’d be at the end of a poor joke but...somehow you felt that wasn’t the case. Thus paying very close attention to whatever was on this screen, 

“Everyone will be sectioned off into pairs by the number chosen on your bracelet, when the doors to the ward open you will have three rounds ten minutes each to figure out who is the monster under the bed that must be returned to its own, once the ten minutes is up you must hide before you are found. If the selected pair that is the monster is chosen correctly it’s a Game Clear.  If the monster is not found by the end of the third round or if the pair fails to hide it’s a Game Over.” 

Rules: 

Once the doors are open you and your partner must find a hiding spot by the time limit

Both partners must be hidden. If one is exposed to the monster it’s a Game Over for both partners

There will be an X marked on the ground to place the monster of your guess onto. 

You will have three rounds of ten minutes each to find the monster.

Any attempt to remove bracelets results in a Game Over

If the monster is not found by the third round a Game Over.

The only Game Clear condition required is for the monster to be returned by the third round.

What…

What!? 

“Now the game will commence, you have five minutes to figure out who you have been paired up with before the doors open.”

Your mind was blanking as you watched everyone look down at their bracelet, hurriedly you lifted your arm as your mind blanked 2 looking back at Nanami her lips were already quivering as she sniffled lifting her arm in defeat as your lips dropped open, 5.

“Hey! Guess you’re my partner!” Akari grinned as she wrapped an arm around Nanami who sniffled, “Oh…” She looked between you both, “Oh! Oh don’t worry! We’re not the monster so I’ll make sure your sister lives! You should go find your partner.” 

Your hands trembled unsure of what to do before you went to hug Nanami, “Whatever happens just stay calm okay! I need to go find my partner now!” You whispered, kissing her cheek as she sniffled while nodding. 

Everybody was shuffling around looking for their partner now, you passed by a few people, 4, 1, 3...did you even have a partner…? You scanned around, your throat tightening a little in panic, there had to be a mistake! There were only 8 people surrounding you- you yelped at the tight grip that suddenly held your arm forcing you to turn around to be met with a white hooded figure, a lollipop handle hanging and earbuds in before sighing, “So it appears I’m stuck with someone useless.” The man concluded as he stood up making you back away a little as your lips parted somewhat indignantly. 

How...how rude! You looked up, unable to fully make out his face but you could tell you didn’t like him one bit, “I’ll…! First of all I’m not useless! I’m just trying to understand what's going on! This is insane! We aren’t actually going to die from this, are we!?” Pushing his hood down you were immediately met with a snide gaze and cat eyes that leered at you like you were nothing more then dirt beneath his feet, long blonde hair pushed behind his shoulders and his bangs hanging low, suddenly a viscous side smile appeared on his lips, “Apparently so, otherwise I wouldn’t have watched half my last game get their brains blown out and the other half hung.” 

You reeled a little away from the blonde, your face dropped in semi horror, unsure if this was just a sick joke or he was serious. You searched his face a thousand times over, but for the first time in your life, you couldn’t figure out what his goal was. You couldn’t figure out anything about him, except he was exceptionally cold, “Well I don’t suppose I have much choice to doubt you,” He said with an annoying sing song tone as he rattled his wrist that showed the bracelet with a matching 2 on it, “My name is Chishiya, just stay out of my way and we’ll both live.” 

How arrogant! You scoffed as he walked past you, not the least bit bothered at your offense as you whipped around, glaring at his back. How come out of everyone you got stuck with the most…! Pompous! Arrogant! Ugh! You crossed your arms as you followed behind him, stilling secretly sending daggers into his back with your eyes as everyone shuffled into the ward. 

Hospital beds were scattered around the room, a few closets and one large vent at the bottom right corner of the room ahead. 

“Wait, what is this?” The first person to speak was a fair thin older gentleman, he appeared friendly as he observed the room around him, everyone looked around in confusion as you noticed what he meant. 

Any possible hiding spot was covered by either sheets of metal or locked tight...How were any of you supposed to hide if…!? The rules mentioned nothing about solving puzzles to gain access to a hiding spot!

“Forget that,” Another man said with a sneer he was broad and a bit older, well into his late twenties at least, perhaps a gym coach? Or maybe a wrestler of some sort? He looked like he could break you and nearly every other person in this room like a twig, “We need to figure out who’s the monster. “ He cracked his knuckles as you leered a little away and nobody spoke for a second. 

Of course, who would out themselves as the monster, more importantly, how does one even know they’re the monster? You could immediately feel tension rise as the previous, more patient man spoke, a little more collected, “How about we just check one another's’ watches! If anywhere it would show us on that! One pair should work on solving these puzzles here so everyone has a place to hide” 

“Unless the monster is among us and it sabotages us so we all die by the time limit.” The girlfriend crossed her arms as she darted her eyes around. Truthfully you didn’t know what to believe, the wording on the soundbox was rather confusing as to just what were you looking for. Was the monster supposed to be in the group or it’s own entity?

“If that were the case it would’ve showed up on our watches, which it didn’t. So that won’t work.” Chishiya spoke matter of fact, his tone cool as his eyes gazed across the room before he walked away from the group inspecting various hiding spots granted you didn’t think he was about to help anyone but himself, if anything you were at least lucky that him securing a hiding spot meant it was one for you as well. 

You looked at everyone in confusion, some arguing while others scattered to look for a hiding spot as the clock ticked down. You breathed in relief at the sight of Nanami and Akari both going for a bed to hide under. Your gaze finally found Chishiya’s form before following him, unsure of what you were supposed to do, if anything outside trying to figure out just what the monster even was. 

You glanced up at the digital clock that stood above the entrance you had just come in from, it was already a minute in before you searched the floor where you found a red X in the center of the room, that must’ve been the...what? Offering spot? You cringed a little at the idea. Looking forward you peered behind Chishiya’s shoulder deciding to not think about that, it seemed the metal sheet that had wrapped around the bed and was sealed to the ground was locked by some sort of metal device…? Contraption? Lock?

“Isn’t hiding under a bed a bit obvious…?” You frowned as you crossed your arms, unsure as you looked behind your shoulder once more to where accusations were already being thrown in the group. 

“The vent is a decoy to make you waste time, I already checked,” Chishiya replied, his fingers nimble as they rattled the metal, “And even if someone were to accomplish it in the time limit it’s the most obvious spot the monster would first check. Next would be the closet given it’s at eye level and the first thing one is drawn too when they walk into a room.” 

Your lips parted a little in surprise at his assessment...obviously he wasn’t just overconfident, “And why this spot?” If he had really thought about all this in less than a minute then...did he have a reason for this spot? You now found yourself, slightly less annoyed and a little more curious as to what was going on in his mind. 

“If the monster were to check a bed it would be after his eyes are drawn to the closet. Next in that line of sight would be the vent directly across it, which would be his next place to look if not his first and vice versa. The beds are all staggered throughout the room making them less conspicuous compared to the other hiding places, the bed on the far end of the room would be no good.” 

Your brows furrowed in curiosity at his assessment as you watched Chishiya blow a piece of hair from his face, wiggling out one piece of the knotted metal, “It’s too far from the entrance where as the one in the middle is by average the one most people would start with, where as the first? It’s almost too soon in the start to look there thus making it the safest.” 

“It’s them! They’re over there conspiring!” You both twisted around to watch the broad man point an accusing finger at you both as your eyes darted from him to the clock on the wall, which read at six minutes. A few other pairs, relievingly so was your sister had started working on a hiding spot while a few others stood around and argued. 

Your face coiled a little as you replied, not appreciating the accusation to such a baseless accusation, did they not realize the longer they argued the less time they had to secure a hiding spot? “Someone who’s terrible at playing the minority would often be the first to point fingers. There’s only six minutes left before the first round is over and we need to hide. But if you want to talk about this then sure,” 

You stepped closer as you crossed your arms, scanning over him before continuing, “Let’s talk about the chances of you being the monster, ever since you first came in you’ve been all twitchy and acting like something is wrong. Even when we first got paired up, you seemed a little panicked. Anyways,” You turned around as you spoke, “How do we know one pair is a monster and not one single person?” 

“Eh,” Akari sat on the bed that her and Nanami chose as Nanami fumbled to work out the puzzle, she had always been good at those! You felt assured as your heart beat frantically at the idea of them not being able to get a hiding spot in time, “Let’s all calm down,” She gave an awkward laugh, “This isn’t a hearts game, we shouldn’t divide our trust. This is a team building after all which means this game should be making us work together, the last thing we need to do is throw that away on our own accord.” 

“...Team building?” You frowned as you murmured having not been aware that this was some sort of game category...Hearts? Clubs? The memory of the playing card flashing on the screen appeared in your mind again, right...was that to stand for some kind of game genre? If Clubs stood for team building then...there should be no reason that the monster is any of you. Why would they even suggest that to begin with?

Then...what was the monster? 

“One minute remaining.”

The lights suddenly began flickering, “Got it.” Chishiya yanked the last piece of metal undone as he pulled the sheet of metal off, everyone was now scrambling and the few who had not done their puzzle were now panicking. Getting down you crawled under the bed, your back flat to the ground as you inhaled sharply as you noticed the lights beginning to dim, “This is...uncomfortable.” You mumbled, trying to ignore being pressed shoulder to shoulder with a man you didn’t even know besides him having a god complex, “We should’ve went with the vent.” 

“By all means, if you want to try and get yourself killed already. Go for it.” You turned to look at him, dark endless cat eyes meeting you as you harshly glared at him, why was he so condescending!? 

You were about to snap back something before you realized it was completely dark and the door slammed open causing you to jump. Was your heart always this loud? You could see the heavy boots step against the ground making you unsteadily inhale, swallowing as you closed your eyes. You could only place your trust that Chishiya hadn’t picked a horrible spot. 

More importantly your mind was plagued with worry for your sister, you had been so caught up you hadn’t even tried to help her yet...did she even…! You heard a sudden loud scream from two people causing you to stiffen as you looked up at the bed frame lined with wooden planks. You could only cower back down at blood suddenly painting the floor.

Your stomach suddenly churned as you covered your mouth. So he wasn’t lying. Chishiya however looked just as nonpulsed as he did when he first told you himself, his eyes blankly staring up at the bed frame as if this was just a regular game of hide and seek as people screamed as they were torn apart. 

Or that’s at least what you assumed it was. 

After an agonizing few minutes the doors finally closed and the lights flickered back on making you breath in relief as you waited a moment, could you even bear to face what was waiting on the floor? You winced a little before something caught your eye. What was with all this extra wood stuck in the frame? 

Chishiya had already gotten out from under the bed and before you suddenly heard a few girls scream, your sister among them making you puff and breath as you scrambled from beneath the bed.

Standing up your mouth agape at the horrid sight of the female and the broad male that had been too focused on accusing others, they didn’t have...enough time...it looked like they had been completely mutilated, blood pouring on the floor and the smell made you want to gag as you looked away. 

“Well, now what do we do.” Akari scratched her head, also not looking phased that two people had just been brutally killed. Your eyes stayed placed on the bodies before they slowly trailed to your hands, the memory of blood staining them still fresh in your mind. 

“Well we have to figure out where the monster is?” The girlfriend of the couple spoke up, she looked around somewhat suspiciously, “But I’m not sure where we could find it? Maybe it has to do with the bracelets? Maybe there’s a clue hidden.” 

“Oh what about in the cabinets?” The collected man from before offered as he went to search the cabinets, your frown furthered as you glanced around. Everyone was now getting along, still on edge but along at least. 

Chishiya only leaned against the wall, his hands in his pocket as he rolled the lollipop in his mouth, his gaze the same steely one it was before as if he had done his job in securing his temporary salvation and was now done. 

Or maybe he just didn’t know what to do? It was obvious his strength didn’t lie in teamwork, clearly. But then again, you weren’t sure what was going on, you couldn’t get a read on him. Crossing your arms you stayed beside him, your eyes briefly washing over your sister who was working Akari to dig through a desk together. 

“Cabinets and drawers are too obvious.” 

Chishiya’s eyes flickered to your figure, his expression just as cold if not...a little smug maybe? He said nothing in return as you continued, “If we’re looking for a monster, it’s obvious it’s a metaphor for something. Inanimate most likely,” Your eyes flickered around the room, inhaling sharply, why did it feel like the answer was right in front of you? 

Think…! You glanced at the clock, only six minutes left. The rounds were really short…! “It’d be something small and inconspicuous, something that’s in plain sight….but easy to miss...and the game said it was a pair which means there’s more than likely two.” 

“Three,” You glanced at Chishiya as he spoke, pulling the lollipop from his mouth, that permanent smug look on his face as he answered, “Two is what they want you to think and if you spend a round searching for each like they hope it’s game over by three.” 

You rubbed your neck as you frowned, “It’s already the second round and we haven’t even found one…” You glanced around before you suddenly perked up, “Wait…!” Getting back down on the floor you laid on your back as you pushed yourself under the bed, “Chishiya! Help me get this thing out!” 

Within a moment the blonde appeared as well, his eye sharp and keen as they noticed straight away what you were tugging at, “You think this is the monster?” 

You looked at him as you raised a brow, “We have less than four minutes left on our second round, you have a better idea?” Chishiya said no more but helped regardless, successfully with the both of you maneuvering it around from beneath the wooden boards you managed to get it out. 

Holding it up you looked at it, “It’s a poppet doll.” You turned to face him as you smiled in accomplishment, “They’re typically used as curses to place upon people in folklore. If anything is a monster, this would be it.” 

Excited at your first victory you pulled out from beneath the bed as you waved it up, “Hey guys! We need to start looking for something similar to this! If not a replica.” Everyone huddled around you examining the doll before the microphone sounded, “One minute remaining.”

Everyone had immediately scrambled back to their hiding place as you ran to the red X, placing the poppet on it, that's the reason that had to be there right!? You’d just have to see, hurriedly you ran back to your spot under the bed. Making it just in time as the lights flickered off. 

The door slamming open once more as you slowly inhaled, it had to work right? If not...then you were at a loss for what to search for and you were utterly screwed. 

The boots stomped against the floor past the bed as you closed your eyes, unable to calm yourself. After a moment you heard a screech and something rip open before screams followed making you jump. Chishiya’s eyes were on the feet that stood by the closet that had been obviously ripped open. 

You heard the sound of something wet and a gurgle before a body slumped to the floor and you could hear begging before something got snapped in half causing you to close your eyes once more...Did you make it angry!? Was that not it? Fuck. You had never felt this stressed before as it roamed around, passing in front of your bed as you tensed.

Was this your last moment alive? Truly? 

Much to your relief, the door closed once more before the lights followed, flickering on, relaxing a little you sighed as you reluctantly got out from underneath the bed with Chishiya to see what had happened. Much to your horror it was the man who had been so kind this whole game and his partner. 

The monster didn’t check anywhere in the first round, yet he did this round? You tried to block out the bodies slumped in the corner as you glanced at the red X, the poppet doll gone. 

“Why- why were they killed!” Nanami’s eyes began to water as she grabbed her head, “This makes no sense!” 

“If it accepts the doll that means we only need two more. What happened to them is irrelevant.” Chishiya stuffed his hands back into his pocket as you glared at him sideways, not appreciating his careless tone. You could deal with it, but you didn’t want your sister dragged into it. 

Grabbing your chin you thought about it for a moment, “Well...the game said to return the monster to its own and…” You glance down at the X, was there some kind of unsaid rule that if you didn’t get all three of them on the first try that it would start hunting down players? “How would a mother feel if they only returned one of its children?” 

“This thing doesn’t have feelings,” The girlfriend of the partners replied coldly, her eyes like steel of her own as she clung to her boyfriend, “It’s as he said,” She waved to Chishiya, “It doesn’t matter, we’ll be like them if we don’t figure this out.” 

You glanced around the room, “Tell me this, if it doesn’t matter, then why did they give us all these different hiding spots?” Everyone was silent, all eyes on you as if your question didn’t make any sense, your eyes flickered to the clock that was nearing eight minutes, you didn’t have time to monologue, “No think about it. The monster never intended to look for us- that was never stated in the rules. So why did they give us all of these choices if we only needed one per pair? My point being, if we found one poppet in our hiding spot then...You get where I’m going with this? Chishiya.” 

He glanced up at you acknowledgement as you curved a brow, your lips threatening to tug into a smile as you tilted your head, “How confident are you in solving that vent?” 

He glanced back down and for the first time, you watch a cocky wide smirk twist onto his lips, “You’re lucky to have someone as smart as me here to be able to open it.” You tucked your tongue into your cheek as in annoyance as he sauntered over to the vent already getting to work, “As for everyone else, we need to open up as many of these as possible to find the other two.” 

Everyone immediately scrambled to get to work, with only seven minutes on the clock this was...going to be difficult. First Nanami and Akari searched all the opened spots as you worked on another bed. Rubbing your head as muttered, “Shit...I never was good with puzzles.” You awkwardly hung your head in defeat temporarily, briefly letting your eyes shift to Chishiya who was fiddling with several locks, his gaze sharp and you couldn’t even imagine all the calculations going on in his mind. You were somewhat envious of what it would be like to be that perceptive to anything adhering to logic and solution. 

“Aha! Found one!” Akari yanked the poppet from the top of the closest as Nanami covered her mouth, looking like she was gonna throw up being so close to so many dead bodies. You ignored the grisly sight at the second victory of the poppet doll. Akari quickly placed it on the X as you began to work on the puzzle once more, looking up at the clock. Oh no...Oh no there was only three minutes left!

“Chishiya! Hows that puzzle coming along.” You called out, trying not to sound alarmed but you could see the clear cut annoyance on his face as he continued working through the locks, “If you’d like to help while struggling on a novice lock feel free.” He replied condescendingly, not appreciating the pressure. 

You rolled your eyes with huff as you finally managed to get it undone, feeling triumphant as you searched under the bed but there was no luck, “There’s nothing here!”

“Or here!” 

Several people called out as well as you rubbed your head, standing up, “If the only other place that hasn’t been searched is the vent then maybe there’s only two? It did say a pair.” You felt a lump of anxiety well in your chest at the sight of the clock ticking close to a minute and half. 

“Should we really take the risk?” The boyfriend asked as he rubbed his neck, concern on his face as he looked around, “If we’re wrong then we’ll all…” 

You hadn’t even thought of that…

“...! Hey.” You turned to Chishiya who seemed to be trying to get your attention making you immediately come over, if he was asking for you it’d have to be for something important given there was nearly less then two minute on the clock, “Hold this right here.” He immediately pushed your hand onto the lock right where he wanted it, “This is a two handle mechanism meaning that there needs to be two people unlocking it. Push down and out at the same time.”

“Hide! Everyone needs to hide now!”

The lights were beginning to flicker as everyone scrambled to hide, stress evidently put on your shoulders now more than ever. You could only hope he was right with your life on the line, “Now!” You pushed down on your side, the lock sliding as you pulled out, pulling a piece of metal holding up the lock directly out as Chishiya did the same with his side. 

The lock fell off as well as the metal of the gate of the vent, you immediately with no hesitation leaned inside it was dark and hard to make it out anything besides the steep drop off. So he was right, this was a waste of time for a hiding place. 

Looking down you caught sight of wood before laughing in relief, “It’s here! Wait shit! Chishiya! It’s too far down in the vent, you’re gonna have to lower me down to reach it. Time?” 

“Forty five seconds.” You felt unfamiliar hands on your hips lifting you up as you were lowered down, “We have time.” 

You squinted trying to see as you reached down, “Lower me further! I’m not quite in reach,” Your muscles began to ache in your shoulder as you reached harder, growling in frustration, “Time!?” You were lowered a little further, the wooden poppet brushing against your fingers. 

“Thirty seconds! Could you go a little faster?” 

“Could you lower me a little quicker- Ah! Hey did you almost let go!?” You snarled back, grabbing the poppet doll, giving a good yank as it lodged in between the crevice it was in, “Get me back up! I got it. Time!” 

“Twenty seconds.” Chishiya called back, pulling you up as you gasped, pain from the metal jabbing into your stomach evident as you were met with a darkening room. Setting your feet firmly on the floor your eyes flew to the flock fifteen seconds and your spot was all the way across the room….! 

“Where are we supposed to hide!? We can’t get all the way there in time!” You hissed out running to the X as you dropped the poppet down. The lights shut off as the final five seconds counted down and before you could do anything you were shoved to the floor as you squeaked. Your body throbbing in pain and your mouth immediately covered as you were met with the coverage of a bed but neither one of you were bold enough to try and scramble beneath it as the doors slammed open. 

Fuck.

Your whole body was tense as your eyes squeezed shut, you were just a little ahead of the X here, if this is all the poppet dolls...they’d have no reason to go further into the room...unless...Your hand squeezed tight around the wrist of the hand that covered your mouth as you tried to calm yourself at the loud thudded footsteps. 

It was quiet for a moment before you heard more walking before the doors closed. 

“Game Cleared”

The lights turned on as you fell limp against the side of the bed, Chishiya’s hand removed from mouth as you pushed your hair from your face, closing your eyes as you breathed in relief, “Holy shit.” Was all you could mutter to yourself, you had never been more grateful to breathe air in your whole life. 

“I guess you weren’t that useless after all huh.” Chishiya clacked his tongue as you turned your head to look at him, raising your brows as your face contorted into something between insult and amusement. 

You’ve only known this man for a half an hour and yet...something about his words, if you dug down deep past that smug expression of his, was this a compliment? Looking away you pressed your tongue into your cheek, trying to keep from smiling, “Yeah, and you’re still conceited and arrogant but, I guess you have a good reason to be.” You glanced back at him again but you could hardly hold his gaze, something in that brief moment was electrified between you both as you laughed somewhat sheepishly, closing your eyes as you looked away once more. 

What the fuck was even wrong with you? If this was back before today you would’ve totally kicked this guy in the balls and went about your day.

“Y/n!” You straightened up at the sound of Nanami’s voice, your expression brightening as you stood up, quickly running to her as you hugged her tight, “I can’t believe that just happened…” She whispered to you as she pressed her face into your neck. You couldn’t either but, you were thankful you had survived this game. Whatever it was. 

“Come on, let's get out of this room.” You tugged on her arm, no longer wanting to be in this death room despite knowing it was all over. Pulling her out you paused at the sight of the TV and a...register…? You bracelet unlocked as you took it off, tossing it on the table as you tilted your head. 

“Congratulations Game ''Clear ``.''

“...Now issuing visas to those who survived the game…?” You furrowed your brows as you glanced at Nanami who rubbed her head in confusion. You grabbed the receipt as you looked it over with a frown before picking up the 5 of clubs playing card along with it. Odd. 

“It’s how many days you’re allowed to stay now! Almost a whole week, that's a good score for a first game!” Akari called out as she patted your back making you jump a little. 

Almost a whole week…”Until we have to play again to...continue our stay?” You raised a brow, deciding not to ask what happens if you refused. While you had many questions, you had a feeling you knew the answer to that one. 

A part of you couldn’t even believe this had happened, or was it all still a dream. 

“Hey…! Sorry for all of that in there,” You turned to see...oh…! It was the boyfriend of the partner, the gifrlfriend stayed behind looking brooding, “I’m Ryu and that’s my girlfriend Hiroko I was...ah…” He faltered a little, rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze flittered to his girlfriend who was glaring him down, “You should stop by the Beach- I...I think you guys would make good additions! Bye!” He hurried not even finishing his original sentence before scurrying off making you furrow your brows at what he even meant. 

“The hell?” Akari raised a brow as she watched the guy run off, “Seems to me he wanted to chat more…guess we know who's really pulling balls in that relationship.” 

Nanami suddenly snickered, covering her mouth as she giggled, “Hey Akari! Why don’t we stay together! We did really well in the game together!” 

“Awh shit, if you guys really want me too!” Akari offered a quirky smile as you laughed, you had no problems with someone staying behind with you. Looking past Akari your smile faded a little at the sight of a white hoodie exiting the entrance. 

“Hey- I’ll be right back!” You pushed past the both of them who paid you no mind as you pushed out of the exit and down the stone steps, not sure why your feet were making you chase after such an egotistical man but…!

“Chishiya!” You called out, making the man pause, he turned around, pulling the earbuds out as he glanced up from his hoodie, raising his brows in acknowledgement, “Um…” Why did you even chase after him…? You stepped down the last step as you wrapped your arms around yourself. 

It was silent for a moment as you berated yourself internally for why you seemed so speechless all of a sudden. Chishiya however didn’t seem to mind, his eyes absent now as he stared up at the hospital, “I used to do my clinical rotations here.” 

You were broken out of your silent thrashing of internal humiliation as you raised your brows, lips parting in curiosity as you asked, “You were a doctor?” 

“No,” Chishiya snorted, that amused calico look of his on his face once more as he looked down at you, “I was a medical student. Training to be a doctor but that obviously didn’t happen…” His lips curved into a frown, his eyes cold once more as they looked back up at the building, “I came here tonight to see if anyone I knew would be here.” 

“Oh…” You looked away, feeling somewhat awkward and unsure of how to reply to him as silence took over once more beside the occasional rustling of the wind in the tree’s, the urge to speak overtaking you to the point you couldn't resist, “Chishiya...I…” You looked away, feeling somewhat bashful, “We...made a really good team back there.” You forced yourself to look up at him as you offered a bright yet subtly shy smile, “If you want...you could stay with us…?” 

Chishiya pulled the lollipop stick from his mouth, letting it drop to the ground as he spoke, “No thanks.” You turned to him in surprise as you frowned a little, you shouldn’t have expected anything less…

“Oh...I understand.” You offered a weak smile as he turned his back on you and began to walk once more, “I just have one more question,” You called out causing him to pause, “...Do you by any chance know about a place called the Beach?”

Note: Whew...! As a lurker in the Alice in borderland fandom I saw a lot of people complaining about the lack of Chishiya fics so I decided to volunteer myself and take on for the team to write a series for this little blonde fucker so PLEASE let me know your thoughts and I hope you enjoy!! Also

[sslow-dancer]

hello hello!! i was wondering if i could possibly request a scenario with giorno 👉🏼👈🏼 maybe one where he is meeting his s/o’s parents for the first time and he’s kinda nervous bc s/o’s parents are protective over them? thank you <3

“I Greatly Appreciate Them.” (Giorno Giovanna x Reader)

Warnings: none!

tags: gender-neutral, gender-inclusive, giorno giovanna x reader, sfw, fluff, protective

Description: You invite Giorno to your parents’ for the first time and he’s a nervous wreck as he talks about you and your guys’ relationship.

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“Yes, I’ll see you guys then. Bye bye!”

You smile as you hang up the phone, using your dominant hand to write down a date on your school agenda. Giorno looks over at you from across the small dorm room, he tilts his head curiously,

“Who was that?”

“Oh, just my dad. He and my mom asked if I can come over to have dinner with them tomorrow. I said sure why not because I’m pretty much free -“ you cut yourself off by dropping the pencil down and clasping your hands excitedly, “oh, and I said you’ll be coming too!”

Giorno jumps up from his bed,

“WHAT?!” He exclaims. His tone not as excited as yours was. You frown,

“What? I told you that I’ve been meaning to introduce you to them. They’re highly protective over me, I want to show them that I’m in good hands on my own and with you. Show them that they don’t have to check up on me as they usually do.” He shakes his head,

“Okay, yes, I know that but- shouldn’t you have asked me first? Gave me like a whispered ask as you were making the call?”

Panic was beginning to wash over him, his palms sweaty and his voice shaky. He’s never really been the type to get this nervous over anything like this but he cares about you, he wants to make sure that he can show not just your parents but the world that he’s fit for you. That he isn’t just some random looking-delinquent kid from your school. He calms down a bit when you walk over to him and place a small peck on his cheek,

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay! You have more than a few hours to prepare your cheesy introductions...but even then, I don’t want you to prepare. You’ll be fine, just be yourself. For me, okay?” You say to him softly, placing your hand on his shoulder to reassure him. He exhales deeply, nodding as a response. You smile hugging him, his arms instinctively embracing your waist.

“Okay, I hate to leave on such short notice but a classmate and I have a project to finish and promised them I’ll meet them at the library today so, I’ll see you tomorrow? Be ready by 5, my parents like to eat at around 6! Okay, love you bye!.”

He sighs as you give him another quick peck to the cheek and you begin to walk out out of his dorm. He groans as he falls flat on his bed, his body causing the springs in it to bounce a bit. His mind trailing off as he looks up at the ceiling and thinks about how he’s going to act tomorrow.

~ Time Skip ~

It’s the next day and right after your classes you get ready for the dinner at your parents’ house.You aren’t able to visit them often, so you made sure to dress your best yet still casual so your parents are impressed to see that you did this for them.

You walk over to Giorno’s dorm, knocking on the door in the pattern you made up so he knows it’s you every time. You let out a satisfied breath when he opens the door, your eyes widening when you take in his attire.

He has a black suit on with a white button up, a black tie around his neck. His hair down with the 3 distinctive curls in front of his forehead still in tact. He rarely dresses like this, making you fall head over heels for him all over again. He blushes looking down,

“You’ve been looking at me for a solid 5 seconds now...I did too much, didn’t I?”

You shake your head, grabbing his face and kissing him gently. You squint in admiration,

“Gosh no! You look perfect. My parents will love how you look.”

“I hope they like how we look, though.”

“Yes, I’m hoping so too.”

You let him grab any items necessary and head over to your parents’ house; deciding to take a cab as it’s not too far from your school’s campus.

The ride was pretty silent, your hand rested over Giorno’s to reassure him that everything will be okay. His teeth biting down on his lower lip as he tries to calm himself.

You arrive and thank the taxi driver, Giorno tipping him as you walk down the sidewalk and ring the doorbell to your home. Giorno sprints over to your side, clearing his throat as he goes to hold your hand. You nod at him,

“Ya ready?”

“Ready.”

A dorky smile immediately plasters over your face the moment you meet eyes with your mother. Both you and her squealing in excitement as she calls out your name to your father and hugs you. You giggle, keeping an arm around your mother’s shoulders as you gesture your hand towards Giorno,

“Mom, this is my boyfriend. Giorno.”

Giorno smiles as he holds out his hand, “it’s very nice to meet you, they’ve told me so much about you and your husband.”

Your mother nods, shaking his hand. Her tone neutral as she tells him,

“Yes, they’ve told us much about you too. Welcome.”

You give Giorno a quick thumbs up as your mother turns around to wave over your father coming down the stairs. You flap around your arms excitedly like a bird until he comes and hugs you warmly. He lets you go when he sees Giorno.

At this point you get a bit nervous, sure both of your parents can be a little too over protective but your dad always manages to give your body at least one bead of sweat. Sure he isn’t the type to go out and punch a S/O simply for having you out past curfew but, he’s definitely the type to say something and it comes out awfully rude to the other party. You rub at your arm as he gets closer to Giorno.

He furrows his eyebrows, scanning over your boyfriend’s appearance. Giorno nervously clears his throat, holding out his hand again,

“Hello, sir. I’m Giorno...their boyfriend.”

He shakes his hand, “Oh! Yes, I bet their mother has already said so but we’ve heard much about you. I like the attire. Why don’t you come in so we can eat dinner? We don’t want their mother’s cooking to get cold now, do we?”

“No sir.”

“No need to address me so highly, you can simply reply without having to say any title first.”

Giorno body heats up in embarrassment, nodding as you and him follow behind your parents to the kitchen. You frown, placing a hand on his shoulder as you whisper,

“Hey, you did great! All you gotta do now is eat and compliment the food and the next thing you know we’re out of here!”

“Yeah sure but.. I was too awkward. What if they were just acting nice?”

“Giorno, they’re my parents. I know them better than most do, they liked your introduction. Trust me. Now let’s go, let’s not keep them waiting.”

After washing up and your mother setting down the plates, you all sit in the dining room. You sit on the opposite side of Giorno, in between your parents as they sit on both ends of the table.

You notice your mother smile as she watches your boyfriend dig into the food rather cleanly but also delightfully.

“You sure liked the pasta, huh, Giorno?”

“Oh uh- yes! I might even need the recipe for when I get midnight cravings.”

This gives your mother a sweet fit of laughter, Giorno’s own laughs following after hers. You grin as everything is going smoothly, though nervousness washes over you again when your father speaks up,

“So, how long have you both been together? Any dates recently?”

“A little over a year now um- if studying counts as dates then yes, we’ve been having a few recently. It is exam time after all..”

“Hm.. okay. Do you make time for them though?”

You subconsciously nod before your boyfriend even manages to respond. He smiles,

“Yes, I do. I greatly appreciate them. I strive to hang out with them as much as possibly when we’re both free.”

“Well, that’s great, glad to hear that our child is in good hands.”

You quietly let out a sigh of relief as you continue to eat and let your parents chatter with your friendly boyfriend. Their conversations getting more and more random by the second.

You can’t help but want to laugh out loud as the evening goes on, thinking that Giorno could easily become best friends with your parents despite his nervousness of meeting them in the beginning.

Your thoughts are disrupted though when you hear your mother softly ask Giorno,

“Hopefully it’s not too early to ask but, you do plan on marrying them, right?“

“Mom!”

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Baby, You’re Perfect

Pairing: BNHA Boys x reader

Warnings: Weight insecurity, negative body image/icky thoughts, body shaming from relatives, talks about skipping a meal once, general stuff like that. Kirishima’s reader is actively trying to lose weight. Cursing/language throughout (but mostly in Bakugou’s)

Characters: Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari

Author’s Note:

And here we have yet another request that is super old. I’m talking this has been chillin in my inbox for three good months. My sincere apologies, anon. And again, I’m sorry that that had to happen to you. Your grandma has no right to speak to you in that way. You’re making great progress and that’s amazing! Keep going strong, I believe in you. Anyhow, I had a lot of fun doing this request! We all need more chubby y/n on this website.

Yes, it says Hawks but I contacted the anon and we switched it to Denki bc I don’t write for Keigo (and we had a lovely conversation. they’re very nice :D). 

Also the first two insults are things that have actually been said/done to me irl (hehe tasty self projection) and the last one in Denki’s is from an episode from Tuca and Birdie (it’s a good show).

Anyway, be nice to people. Respect others and speak to them as equals. We’re all human beings here, trying to get by. We’re also like a month away from 2021, I shouldn’t have to say that >:(

Happy Thanksgiving!

-Sugar

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Bakugou:

You couldn’t take it anymore. You were tired of their faces, tired of their words. You were headed home early, and you would not be sorry.

You didn’t hate your family. They could just be a little . . . difficult sometimes.

At first, it had gone well. You’d arrived at your aunt’s house yesterday for a family gathering and met up with everyone. They’d hugged you and asked you how you were doing. They’d even asked after your pro hero boyfriend, who you had chosen not to bring along for the purpose of spending some quality alone time with your family.

But then it happened; the thing you’d been dreading, the type of comment you’d hoped against all things you wouldn’t hear this time. But there it was.

You were nearly done preparing for lunch, helping to place dishes of food out in the backyard for your family meal. Your aunt was starting to serve people food, and you happened to glance up to see one of your cousins making herself a plate.

“Do you want any more?” your aunt asked your cousin, ready with her ladle.

“No, thank you, I’ve got enough.” Your cousin flipped her long perfect hair over a perfectly narrow shoulder. “I wouldn’t want to get fat like—” her gaze wandered over to you, meeting your eyes pointedly, “—some people.”

You faltered. Had she really just said that? About you? Well, it wasn’t impossible that it would come from her, but seriously? Today?

You swallowed a lump that had started forming in your throat, setting down the new stack of paper plates. Your aunt shot you a pitying glance. Was she even going to say something? Would she call your cousin out on her words?

No. She just moved on. Moved on like you should have. But something about it stuck with you. Your cousin’s words and implications rang through your mind, making you feel sick to your stomach. You shouldn’t let it bother you this much. You were doing better, both with your habits and your confidence. So why did it hurt so bad?

The darker thoughts you’d kept at bay began to come back; you were worthless, you were ugly, you were undeserving. Why wouldn’t they stop? Why was your stomach churning and your hand shaking? Before you knew it, hints of tears began to prick at your eyes.

No.

You weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing you this way. But you were no longer interested in staying, any sense of hunger leaving you for sick dread.

Next thing you knew, you had said an early goodbye and put your things in the car, headed back home. Maybe driving wasn’t the best idea, since now you were alone with your thoughts. But crying wasn’t worth it. It was a bad idea, especially since now was the time to focus on the road ahead.

You couldn’t have gotten home sooner, a sense of relief washing over you once you pulled into the driveway. You unlocked your front door, pulling your bags in behind you. You heard movement coming from the kitchen as you set everything down; the sound of the faucet turning off signaling to you that Katsuki had heard you come in.

Heaving a sigh, you tried to chase the negative thoughts from your head. They shouldn’t be there, and it wasn’t something to dwell on. You were home again, and you wouldn’t have to deal with your family for another few months at least.

Bakugou’s head peeked out from around the doorframe, double checking that it was you who had walked in. “What are you doing here?” he called, ducking back to whatever he’d been doing in the kitchen.

“Hello to you too.” You tried to keep the tartness out of your voice, but some of it must have crept back in. The sounds from the other room stopped again, and the house went eerily quiet. Huffing, you dragged your luggage into your shared bedroom.

You felt drained, that was the only way to describe it. You couldn’t even bring yourself to hang your clothes in the closet. Giving up, you laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. You couldn’t help but hear your cousin’s words ringing over and over in your head, reminding you of the countless years of both internal and external torment you’d gone through regarding your weight.

The sound of footsteps in the doorway made you glance down, registering a spiky blond head of hair approaching you on the bed. You said nothing as the mattress dipped next to you, indicating that Bakugou had come up on your side.

The two of you were silent together for a long moment, and a stolen glance told you that Katsuki was mirroring you with his head resting on his arms as he stared at the blank ceiling.

“Are you going to tell me what’s got you in this mood?” he finally asked.

You sighed. “My cousin can just be a pain sometimes.”

“She the one you were telling me about or is it someone else?”

“Same girl.”

“Hmm.” Bakugou continued to keep his eyes trained solely up above. “What did she do this time?”

“Called me fat.” You tried to keep your voice even. You were simply stating a fact. It shouldn’t bother you like this, right? Even so, the tears you’d been forcing back once again rushed to your eyes, causing your tone to pitch. You swallowed them down again, blinking rapidly. This wasn’t something to spend time crying over.

“Don’t let it get to you,” Katsuki said, a little unhelpfully. “I don’t want to see you hating yourself.”

You frowned at this. “I don’t hate myself,” you said, thinking about your words for a moment before you spoke them. “I don’t hate my body. It’s just that . . . sometimes I wish it looked a little better, a little different. Sometimes I don’t feel like I’m enough as I am.”

“Don’t tell me you think you’d be happier looking like everyone else.” Bakugou’s gaze had shifted from a blank one to a glare.

“I don’t know,” you said, shrugging. “It’s just . . . hard sometimes. Being like this.”

Finally Bakugou rolled to face you, taking one of your hands in his. “I know you . . . struggle with your self-image or whatever, but you can’t let it take over your life, got it? You can’t just waste it worrying about what everyone thinks of you. You’re never going to be able to please everyone, but if they’ve got a problem with you, then they can go fuck themselves. You want to know the one person’s opinion who matters most? Yours. You have to be the one who’s taking care of yourself.” Katsuki paused for a moment, absentmindedly fiddling with your fingers as he considered his words.

“You want to know who’s opinion is the second most important?” he continued, his voice starting to get a little more mumbly. “Mine. I picked you because I love you. I love everything about you, from your shitty, annoying personality to your gorgeous body. You are so much more than just ‘enough’ for me, so don’t go worrying about that. You’re everything to me, and you know that, right? I love you no matter what, so don’t let this ruin your whole day.” He kissed your knuckles, signaling that he had said his peace.

You smiled at him, a tear or two finally sneaking past your defenses. “How—how do you do that?”

“What?”

“Sometimes you say something horribly stupid and I swear I hate you, and then next thing I know, you’re telling me everything I need to hear.”

“Tch, I can be eloquent whenever I want. It’s a choice.”

“Alright.” You rolled over so you could properly face him. “Can I have a hug?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, but nevertheless held open his arms. You happily snuggled into the hard, built muscle enveloping you, offering a beautiful contrast to your own soft body.

“Do you need me to talk to your cousin?” Bakugou asked. “I’ll do it.”

“Nah, let her go.” You nuzzled your nose into his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Kirishima:

You honestly expected your family to last longer when it came to keeping from upsetting you. Nevertheless, maybe you were being a little too optimistic. But come on, did they have to ruin everything the literal second you walked through the door?

Even after the scathing comment, followed by a half-hearted, hasty brushing off, you forced yourself to spend time with them. It wasn’t often that you got to see this half of your family, so you decided to ignore it with the rest of them.

But as you sat on the couch sipping tea, you were unable to focus on the light conversation buzzing around you. The event that happened mere minutes before played over again in your mind, causing you to wince.

You’d walked into the house, prepared to greet everyone and have a nice time, when your aunt looked up from her position on her arm chair. “Hello, (Y/N),” she’d begun. “Ah, look, you’re still fat.”

Your heart had almost literally stopped beating in your chest as you froze in the threshold. Had she just said what you thought you heard? You must have been mistaken, right?

Any positive anticipation you’d had of seeing your relatives had plummeted to your feet, and you strongly considered turning around in place and leaving without another word.

But you couldn’t do that, of course not. Then your aunt had begun to babble something about how it made you look cute like a baby, but her words had already done their damage.

You tolerated the rest of your afternoon with them, but it was a great relief to you when you were finally able to leave and go home. As soon as you pulled into your driveway, you exhaled a sigh of relief. It was over with, and it hadn’t been that bad.

Eijirou wasn’t home, but you knew he wouldn’t be long after you. You went about making dinner, knowing he’d appreciate it once he got home. He was always so tired these days.

Even so, as you stirred broth in a pot, your aunt’s words rang in your head. You vaguely remembered telling her about your weight loss a month ago. You figured you’d been making considerable progress, and you knew that no one was more proud of you than Eijirou himself. But had it really made a difference?

After a moment of fretting, you turned off the stove. You walked into your shared bedroom, flicking on the light. Your eyes caught sight of your reflection in the mirror. You frowned, going up to it. Turning your body this way and that, you tried to see if you recognized a change in your appearance. You lifted your shirt, only to wince at yourself and tug it back down. You pinched at your arms, your thighs, and your cheeks, growing almost angry at the way your fingers sunk into the flesh.

Maybe you hadn’t been making as much progress as you’d thought. Or the progress you had made wasn’t enough. Without you even realizing it, your mind began to toy with ways to speed things up. Guiltily, you found yourself wondering if Eijirou would notice if you just skipped dinner that night.

You shook your head to clear away the intrusive idea. No, that wouldn’t solve anything. Eijirou had told you that he’d help you lose weight the right way, so you’d stay healthy and be able to keep it off. It would be best to listen to him.

Still, you found your eyes glued to your reflection. You wouldn’t consider yourself vain, but there was something in the way that your eyes traced over your curves, wondering just how they might look on you if only you were a little smaller . . . .

Movement behind you in the mirror caught your eye, and you were quick to recognize a head of spiky red hair. You must not have heard Kirishima come in through the front door.

“Hello,” you said with less cheer than usual.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted you, coming up from behind to give you a hug.

You leaned back into his chest as you both stared at each other’s reflections.

“Checking out my perfect girlfriend?” he teased, referring to how your eyes continued to trace down your body. “That’s my job, you know.”

You snorted, gently rubbing at his forearm.

“So how was your family?”

“Okay,” you shrugged.

“I saw you left something on the stove. Are you doing okay?”

Oh, Kirishima. How did he do it?

You shrugged. “I guess I didn’t really have a good time there. Got a little upset is all.”

Eijirou frowned. “What happened?”

You took one of his hands in yours and began to play with his fingers, now determined to keep your eyes from catching another glimpse of yourself. “My aunt told me I was fat.”

You missed the flash of genuine anger that shot through Kirishima’s eyes. He knew this was something you’d struggled with for a long time. Your aunt had no business making comments like that about your body, especially now.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, deciding to keep himself calm for your sake.

You continued to fiddle with his large hands. “I just worry sometimes that I’m not doing enough,” you mumbled. “What if it doesn’t work? What if I’m just meant to look like this?” You sniffled, hating the sudden tears that were beginning to fill your eyes.

“Honey . . .” Eijirou spun you around and held you to his chest, running a hand down the back of your head as you finally let the tears slide down your face. You nuzzled into his shirt, appreciating the warm, familiar feeling of it. “Even if you weren’t able to lose more weight, you know I’d still love you, right?” he said in a tender voice. “I’d think you’re beautiful either way.”

He tilted your chin up so he could look into your eyes, giving you one of the most loving gazes you’d ever seen. “And besides, we’re not together because of how you look. I love you for you. I love your personality, and how you always say and do the cutest things.” He bent down for a quick kiss, caressing your cheek as he pulled away. “I love your laugh, and I love looking into your beautiful eyes . . . .” He kissed you again, beginning to gently guide your bodies to the bed at the other wall.

Eijirou laid you down in the center of the mattress, hovering over you as he went in for another kiss. “I love your body too. This body, just the way it is. I love how it feels to hold you at night—” he kissed your neck. “—I love your chest, your butt, your arms, your thighs—” he nuzzled his nose against your face and neck. “—your cute tummy.” He pushed himself up and gazed down at it with such a genuine expression of love, you almost started tearing up again. “The cutest tummy in the world. And I love it because it’s yours.”

With that, he bent down again and lifted up your shirt just enough to give it a little kiss. You couldn’t help but let a giggle slip from your lips, which only made his ruby red eyes dart up to meet yours mischievously.

“You like that? What if I did it . . . again!” He placed a second kiss in a different spot, going for another and then another. You broke out into laughter, the sensation of his lips and nose brushing over your sensitive skin making you squirm in his hold.

Soon, he was laughing himself. He nuzzled into your skin one last time and blew a raspberry against your skin.

“Eiji—!” you began to protest through a laugh.

“What?” He smirked at you, moving up and settling his chin in the valley of your chest.

You smiled right back at him, bringing up your hand to brush the backs of your fingers against his cheek. “I love you.”

Kirishima took hold of your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the backs of your knuckles as he looked into your eyes. “I love you too, baby.” He held your hand in his, getting lost for a moment simply looking at your face.

Eventually he sat up, laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest. “I’m proud of you too,” he told you, tucking your head under his chin. “I know you’re actively making a change for the better, and you’re doing really well. Results won’t happen immediately, you just have to stick with it sometimes.”

You sighed through your nose, taking his hand in yours again. “I know. I just get discouraged sometimes is all.”

“And I’ll just be here to put you back on track. You’ve got this, you know.” He hugged you tight against him, rubbing your back. “Are you hungry?” he finally asked. “I’ll help you make dinner.”

“Sure,” you said, chuckling lightly.

“What? We both have to eat, and you know me. I’m a hungry shark.”

You laughed again, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah, a bit.”

“Well, there’s always more where that came from.” He kissed your forehead. “I’m here for you, okay?”

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Kaminari:

If there was one thing Denki hated more than anything, it was seeing you upset.��

He could tell something was off the moment you came through the front door. You were too quiet, and that bothered him. When you finally made it up to your shared room, Kaminari was already watching the doorway for you.

He noticed immediately that your eyes were puffy and a little red. Even your posture looked defeated and slumped over.

“Hey, Denks,” you said once you noticed him stretched out on the bed. His heart broke even further when he saw you try for a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?” Kaminari got up, clearing the space between you so he could put his hands on your shoulders.

“I—I just,” you began to stammer out, feeling the flimsy dam you’d placed behind your eyes begin to falter. “I . . . don’t know if I want to talk about it right now.” You covered your burning face with your palms. “It’s stupid anyway. I shouldn’t let things like that get to me.”

Kaminari frowned, trying to figure out what might have made you so upset. But he wasn’t one to pry when it came to situations like these, and he knew you’d tell him on your own time.

Even so, he led you to where he’d once taken position on the bed, pulling you up with him. He knew that sometimes you simply wanted to be distracted from things, so he decided to do just that. Allowing you to settle in next to him, he picked his controller up from the covers again where he’d set it down.

You noticed he’d been playing Minecraft. You let yourself take a mild interest in his mining session that you caught him in the middle of. You watched him wander through a cave system; placing torches, killing the occasional zombie, and mining out various ores he happened upon.

What you didn’t see was how often he shot you glances, studying your face for any signs of you getting upset again. He saw when you finally took your eyes off his screen, frowning distantly as you twisted the material of the blanket underneath you.

Before he could ask you again what was going on, you opened your mouth to speak. “Do you think this outfit is too much?”

Denki faltered, confused. “No? What do you mean by that? I think you look really pretty.”

You pursed your lips. Clearly that wasn’t the answer you’d wanted. “I just—I don’t know.” You frowned and went back to avoiding his eyes.

“Are you going to tell me what happened today?” Denki asked. A sudden idea struck him. Before you could answer him again, he stood up on the bed and walked over to a shelf you kept just above it. He pulled down a large stuffed Pikachu he’d gotten you a few years ago, and went back to sitting next to you. “Would it be easier to tell him?”

Denki positioned the toy in his lap, grabbing hold of its little arms and letting it go through various motions, starting with a little wave at you.

You couldn’t help but snort at Kaminari’s antics, looking from the plushie to the curious but concerned expression on your boyfriend’s face.

“Your Pikachus are worried about you.” Denki lifted it up higher on his chest, continuing to fidget and wave the arms back and forth in a little dance. “You saw your family today, right? How did that go?”

Your face fell again and you shrugged. “It went well I guess. My grandma just said something dumb and it made me upset.”

Denki frowned, lifting the arms of the Pikachu so its hands were on its pink cheeks. “What did she say?”

You shrugged again. “I was messing around with my cousins and I said I looked like a snacc. And then she said that snacks were probably what made me so fat in the first place.”

Denki’s frown deepened. “That’s not very nice.”

“I don’t think she knew what I was talking about, to be fair. And maybe it’s a little funny. I mean, she’s not wrong.” You rested your chin in your hands, sighing. “It just caught me off guard. It’s a dumb thing to be upset over, like I said—”

“Hey.” Denki met your eyes. “It’s not dumb. You have every right to be upset.” He held his arms open to you. “Come here.”

You sat up, letting him embrace you.

“Do you need me to remind you how beautiful you are and how much I love you?” he asked from next to your ear. “Because I’ll do it.”

He took your shy smile as a yes, letting you settle back as he proceeded to lift up the stuffed yellow toy.

“Are you hearing this, bro?” he addressed it, throwing a serious look on his face. “The most gorgeous person on the planet is sad. We have to do something about it.”

Denki put the Pikachu’s paw on its chin, tapping it for a second before removing it again. “What’s that?” he asked it. “You have an idea?”

He lifted the toy to his ear, pretending to listen to it for a moment as he nodded along. Once he was satisfied, Denki scooched himself even closer to you. He brought Pikachu’s nose up to your cheek and made a kiss sound with his lips. Setting the toy down beside you on the bed, he motioned for you to come sit in his lap.

You obeyed, settling yourself in between his thighs and wrapping your legs around his hips.

“There you go,” he muttered, slotting his nose beside yours as he touched foreheads with you. “I love you and you’re the most important person in my life. You know that, right?” He waited for you to nod before continuing. “And I know that you can feel a little insecure sometimes with how you look. You’ve got bad days, and you have good days. It’s my job to be there for you on these bad days, and you can be there for me when I have mine. I want you to know that you’re so beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

He connected your lips to his for a long moment, trying to convey all his feelings for you into it. “And don’t let anyone make you feel like you’re less-than. They’re not the kind of person you should be listening to. Trust me when I say that you’re perfect just being you.” Denki wiped a tear trail off your cheek with his thumb, leaning in to kiss the skin there. 

“Thanks, Denki,” you said, your voice just above a whisper.

He gave you a soft, caring smile; his fingers still lingering on your cheek. “Is there anything you want to do together to make you feel better? We could watch a movie, we could snuggle, whatever you want.”

You leaned in and hugged him tight. “I love you.”

He hugged you back. “I love you too. You’re my sunshine nugget, and it would take a heck of a lot to ever change that.”

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[kotorilovesalpacas]

Before I Go - Part 1 (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

A/N: i’ve been in an angsty mood lately so i wanted to write this, apologies for it being bad and also my angry pomeranian would never be this mean bUT I WANT FEELS OK GJNDFJ

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Warnings: angsty angst angst, swearing bc bakugou, spoilers for season three, probably kinda bad also i’m sorry

Part 1 / Part 2

To say you were worried was an understatement. Ever since Bakugou had been taken by the League of Villains, you were constantly feeling on edge. You felt guilty that you weren't able to save him. You felt sad that he blamed himself for All Might's retirement. You felt ashamed that you had been so close to getting him back, only to watch him slip away before your very eyes.

But worst of all, you felt completely useless. You could tell that Bakugou hadn't quite been the same since returning, but nothing you did seemed to make him feel better. You knew that your feelings were nothing in comparison to his, and yet you couldn't understand them at all.

"It isn't like him to ditch us completely," You spoke aloud, your chin resting in the palm of your hand. You sat at your usual lunch table, with the usual people, save for a certain blonde. "Even if he doesn't feel like talking, he still eats with us."

"Maybe he just wanted some space." Kirishima tried to lighten his tone, but you knew that he was just as worried. 

You let out a sigh, your eyes darting around the cafeteria once more. You saw all sorts of familiar faces; Izuku even gave you a sympathetic smile, but you couldn't find the one face you wanted to see more than anything.

Shaking your head, you pushed your chair backwards and stood up. You announced, "I'm going to look for him."

It wasn't just the fact that he hadn't showed up to your usual table. He had woken up later than usual today, despite being punctual. He had skipped out on breakfast, despite always making sure you had something to eat.

"It's the most important meal of the day, dumbass." He would snap at you, ruffling your hair playfully. 

The two of you walked from the dorms with one another, but today he had gone ahead by himself. His attention drifted more than one during class, causing Aizawa to scold him. Usually, he would have quipped back with something witty, but he simply grunted and said nothing more.

There were a million things that felt so off and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. 

You went to the first place you figured he would be: the training room. Classes had focused recently on preparing an "Ultimate Move" and Bakugou had thrown himself head over heels into the training. You had a strange feeling that he would be there, still training, still overworking himself.

And as you pushed open the doors, you were right.

A burnt smell hung in the air. It was oppressive. 

Your eyes immediately found the blonde boy, explosions blasting off all around him. His grunts and pants filled the air around you, but there was something... pained about them. His palms were a bright red, littered in burns and a fine sheen of sweat. 

"Bakugou! Bakugou, stop!" You shrieked, sprinting towards him.

Your hands wrapped around his wrists, your eyes blown out wide. His expression showed nothing, he didn't even raise his eyes to look at you. Tears lodged themselves in your throat, and you couldn't tell whether it was annoyance or fear that bubbled in your chest.

"Can't you see that you're hurting yourself?" You tried to plead with him, but it felt as if your words were washing right over his head. "I want to help you, Bakugou, but I don't know how. I don't know what you're feeling, so help me to help you. Please."

He snapped, "I don't need your help."

"You don't need to shut me out, Bakugou; I'm your girlfriend, for crying out loud!"

"You can't help me."

He tore his wrists away from you, taking a step away. You felt hot tears in the back of your eyes, but you didn't want to cry. Bakugou was the one that was hurting; you wanted to try and be strong for him. 

"Give me something! Do you want to talk about it?" You tried to lower your voice, not wanting your emotions to get the better of you.

"No."

"It's okay to struggle, Bakugou."

Suddenly, it was as if something had snapped within him. "Shut up! I'm only struggling because of extras like you! It's your fault that I was taken in the first place. You and fucking Deku, and the rest of those goddamned idiots in our class!"

You paused.

"If you hadn't made me go along with you, I could've fucking saved myself! I would have been fine if you dumbasses didn't have to 'escort' me as if I were some fucking child!"

Your fingers shook at your sides.

"And now look what's happened! All Might's retired, I'm known all over the news as the kid from UA that got taken by the League of Villains, and UA is being slandered by everyone. All because you and those fucking idiots wanted to help me! And you want me to let you help me again?"

Your entire heart was shattering slowly, piece by piece. A ringing had begun in your ears, almost drowning out his voice. Almost.

"I don't want your help, and I sure as hell don't want you around!" 

You interrupted, "Are you done?" Your voice felt as if it wouldn't come out, but you managed to push out the words.

"Yes. So get the fuck out of my sight."

At this point, the tears were flowing down your cheeks. Sobs pushed their way out of your throat, but your hand had covered your mouth in an attempt to muffle them. Still, your boyfriend wouldn't look at you. 

"I know you're hurting, and I know you've been through a lot. But that does not give you an excuse to talk to me like that!" Your lower lip quivered and it was all you could manage to keep yourself standing upright. Everything felt as though it was falling down around you, each piece shattering apart into a million pieces. The silence between the two of you was deafening. 

You gulped, and forced your voice to be as steady as possible. "I'm going to leave now, and if I don't hear an apology by the time I reach the door, we're done, Bakugou."

With that, you turned and began to walk away with a heavy heart. Each step weighed down on you more than the last. The only sound was your footsteps echoing around the large hall, resonating like a drum. 

Bakugou said nothing, only kept his back turned as you slowly walked away from him. Your fingertips wrapped around the doorknob and you paused, praying that your boyfriend would say something. With a deep breath in, you pulled open the door and stepped outside.

Only when you heard it close behind you did you release the piteous cries that you had been holding back. The sound of explosions began again on the other side, sounding more aggressive than before. They were nearly enough to drown out the sound of your heart shattering.

[sunsinrinn]

Secrets Part 11.

Bakugo x reader, Bakugo x Uraraka, Kirishima x Reader

Fluff- ish, language, angst

Word Count: 1,177

Idea: Y/n has a secret to share with bakugo not expecting a secret from him. She leaves heart broken and attempts to move on. But how will she move on if her secret can no longer be hidden? She fakes a relationship hoping its enough to not expose the true origin of the secret. (This is a terrible summary but I cant say much without spoiling future parts. 🙃)

Bakugo rushes to the Hospital and somehow manages to carry you in while you are still crying in pain. He yells for nurses to help and nurses come rushing to your aid

“Sir, what happened?”

“She’s going into labor! But she’s early”

“Okay sir, sit her down on the wheel chair and we will take her to a room where she can began labor.” Bakugo is hesitant to let you go alone but finally sets you down when you yell in pain, “BAKUGO SO HELP ME GOD, IF YOU DON’T SIT ME DOWN I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU” ‘You’re scary rn’ he thinks and follows the nurse as you’re being taken away. Not long after they have you situated and ready for labor, Kirishima bursts through the door glaring at Bakugo, “YOU! I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOUR ASS-“

“NOT MY FAULT KIRISHIMA I JUST WANTED THE TRUTH.”

“Excuse me gentlemen, if you guys cannot shut up, I will have to kick you both out until Ms. L/N is finished giving birth.” The nurse glares at both of the men. Kirishima looks down, “I’m sorry ma’am.” And walks over to you. You are just attempting to keep calm but feel a contraction, “AHH”

*okay, we are skipping the birth part bc I’m not good at this :P hehe*

“It’s a beautiful and healthy girl! Congratulations Ms. L/N, what would you like to name her?”

“Um.. I’m not completely sure yet. I’d like to talk about it with my partners.”

You look over at Kirishima, and see he is tearing up at the sight of your baby and then you glance at Bakugo, who was sobbing at how beautiful she was.

The nurse nods and leaves you alone with the knuckleheads. “So, what are we naming her?” You ask both of them. But they ignore you as they watch as your baby was being taken away to get properly cleaned up. You roll your eyes and ask again, “What are we naming our baby girl, Dumbasses?” They look at you and Bakugo answers, “Ours?”

“Speaking of that...” Kirishima says right before he smacks Bakugo upside the head, “YOU EVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN BAKUGO I WILL PERSONALLY MURDER YOUR ASS. GOT IT” Bakugo nods quickly scared at how Kirishima suddenly became scary-like. “Good, now my angel, what do YOU want to call our kid?”

You think about it for a second, “What about, Nao?”

They both nod and agree with the name. Bakugo stays quiet for a second before speaking up, “What about her last name?”

You and Kirishima stay quiet thinking about it. Bakugo speaks up again, “I understand if you dont want her with my last name...”

“Its- its not that, we were actually thinking of hyphenating both of yours and Eijirou’s last names...” you respond quietly. Bakugo smiles, “That’s a good idea.”

You smile at that, “Bakugo... There’s something we want to talk to you about-“ Kirishima widens his eyes and shakes his head.

“What’s wrong?” Bakugo says confused.

You clear your throat, “um... so... Kirishima and I were talking...”

Bakugo glances at Kirishima and Kirishima pretends to read the wash your hands flyer on the wall,

“Go on Y/N.” Bakugo says impatiently but before you respond the nurse walks in with your baby in tow, “Finally decided on the name, dearie?” You nod.

“Yes Ms., We want to call her Bakugo-Kirishima Nao.”

The nurse hums, “Ah, Nao means honesty such a pretty name.” You nod and think of the irony behind the name. “And two last names? Well that is not common.” You smile and shrug,

“We couldn’t choose a last name so we did both” the nurse nods, “Well, we will have that set up and here is your baby again.” She picks up the baby and hands her to you,

“She might be hungry so you should probably try and feed her.” With that the nurse leaves the four of you alone. You hold your baby close and smile at her. Kirishima and Bakugo crowd you as they try and fight over who gets to carry her first.

“Move out the Shitty Hair, I’m the father I should go first.”

“A dead-beat father, I should carry her first”

“I AM NOT A DEAD-BEAT FATHER, ESPECIALLY IF IM RIGHT HERE!”

You glare at both of them for scaring Nao but notice she did not even flinch at his voice. ‘Wow, used to his voice already.’

“None, of you are carrying her until Nao finishes eating” and with that both men pout like babies and sit down as you begin to feed her.

After a minute of silence, Bakugo speaks up remembering you had to talk.

“Oh yeah, Y/N, you said you needed to tell me something?”

You and Kirishima tense up. ‘Well damn.’

“Oh yeah.... heh, so, uh, its about us.”

“What about us?” Bakugo asks hopefully.

“So me and Kirishima... talked... about how you will fit into our lives now that you know...”

“Do... do you not want me near the baby?” He asks sadly.

“WHAT- no no no... its more about how me and Kirishima- Kiri-baby, why don’t you explain?” You ask him

Kirishima sends you a glare before clearing his throat.

“Bakugo, what she was trying to poorly explain is that- I cant fucking do it babes,”

“Just fucking tell me already.”

“Alright alright Bakugo. Meandy/narelikeinlovewithyoubutwedidntknowhowtosay”

“What the hell did you say Kirishima?”

Kirishima sighs, “Look bakugo, Y/N still has feelings for you. And I have feelings for you to. We are willing to let you be part of our family.”

Bakugo stares in shock unable to say anything.

You and Kirishima look at each other nervously.

“Is this a sick fucking joke?” Bakugo asks angrily.

You flinch, “No... We are being serious. We both like you.”

“YOU BOTH NEED TO STOP FUCKING PLAYING WITH MY EMOTIONS.” He says almost tearing up.

“We are not Bakugo. We are serious. But we have a condition.”

Bakugo sniffs, “You guys love me? Like even after what I did?”

“Bakugo, we know you didn’t mean to but you did hurt me. Uraraka was to blame here... overall we want to give you a second chance.”

“What’s-what’s the condition if I accept.”

“It’s not a hard one. There are only two things you need to do, go to therapy and anger management classes.”

“Thats all?” He asks nervously.

“Yes Bakugo. That’s all.”

“This isn’t a sick joke right?”

“No Bakugo, we are serious.” Kirishima responds for you.

He sheds a tear, “I- I can’t thank you both enough for giving me a chance... I swear to go to therapy, and that class, and thank you for letting me be in my daughter’s life. Thank you so much.” He reaches over to hug Kirishima and lets out a sob. Kirishima pats his back and smiles at you. You smile back and hold Nao tighter as she finishes eating. “You are lucky to have two loving parents little one.” You whisper to her.

Suddenly Kirishima’s phone rings, he looks down and pales, “It’s Mina.”

“Ah crap.”

SERIES MASTERLIST — Part 12

A/N: an update??? Jeez, sorry about not updating sooner but I got distracted :) I hope you enjoy this chapter! It seems a bit rushed but lmaoo. Anyways Bakugo didn’t get killed yet.

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[lumin3xe]

"Campus." Yamaguchi Tadashi x reader

Letter 💌, hello again it's me again!! so I just wanted to say thank you for the support on my last post !! It's not a lot but thank you so much!! anyways that's all for now! Now please remember to take care of yourself and youre amazing!! 😌💖💖

P.S, so again this is my first time writing with a character like yamaguchi so I heavily apologize if he's a bit OOC and I apologize if he's a bit starstruck- it's just that your so amazing 🥺👉👈

ALSO! this place takes in Karasuno highschool where the first years are second years and the second years third years :)) (ALSO JUST IMAGINE THE ACTAL CAMPUS IS THE ENTRANCE HSUVYBI8

Has been edited but if any spelling errors, grammar errors or if anything doesn’t make sense, please DM me!

Reader uses they/them pronouns.

Warnings, fluff LOL

Song, “Campus" By Vampire Weekend.

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“I wake up, my shoulders cold”

Yamaguchi sat up on his bed, waking up to the sound of his alarm clock beeping as he looked over to it as it says “6:29 AM” letting out a sigh as he got up, letting the cold hit him. “I’ve got to leave here, before I go” lifting his legs over another to get off the bed then walking towards the bathroom- grabbing a towel and some clothes aswell, as he walked to the bathroom he then closed the door behind once he was in. Setting the towel on the counter then turning on the facet on towards hot- the water was warm but not to hot, he then let the water spring out of the shower head as he stared to get undress. (I’m sorry I can’t HSHSGVG- DUDE MY FACE IS TO RED RN I CANT HAHA- I cannot write yamaguchi showering I’m sorry my mind is not okay HSGSGNHHASH-) after he was done- he turned the facet the downwards to turn it off, as he got out of the shower he then grabbing the towel on the counter, putting the towel around his waist, and then soon drying himself and getting dressed. (How do guys get dressed please tell me bc I have no idea-)

“I pull my shirt on, walk out the door” Yamaguchi walked out of the bathroom and made his way to his room, soon then he checked the time “6:54 AM” it read. “Drag my feet along the floor” He then started to hurried to his room pulling out one of the drawlers, looking to see if he can find a sweater he could wear- he then grabbed his volleyball  sweater, Putting it on—he aswell grabbed his bag, then walking out of his room, to put on his shoes to leave for school. “I pull my shirt on, walk out the door” Walking out of his house, closing the door behind him as turned around to lock it. “Drag my feet along the floor” When he was done, the green hair boy turned around to see a familiar blond with glasses walking by, (this was of course Tsukishima lol) then yamaguchi shouted out his nickname for the blond as the green haired boy was waving to him aswell. Soon a few minutes went by with just silence. Soon enough they had made up to his collage. “Then I see you,” Something had caught Yamaguchi eye while walking with his friend, he then looked to the mysterious figure that bypassed him. “You’re walking cross the campus” He stoped, like actually stopped, he really just laid eyes on the cutest person he’s ever seen. L/N F/N. And if on cue the wind suddenly blew making L/N hair flow elegantly as long with the outfit that L/N was wearing. Everything just so slow when he looked at them. (If your hair is really short then just imagine a slight breeze hitting your or sm LMAO-) “Cruel professor” Yamaguchi looked at them with his face red and with legit heart eyes as he stared at them just memorized just how L/N looked. “Studying Romances” As L/N walked farther and farther Tsukishima turned back seeing his friend just randomly standing there with a red face, he curiously asked his friend if he was coming “You coming Tadashi?” “How am I supposed to pretend, I never wanna see you again?” “Oh uh y-yeah!” Yamaguchi stuttered, well now his friend knew, tsukishima just starred at him wondering if he was okay, a few more seconds had passed and tsukishima was kinda worried “Are you okay?” The blond asked while the green hair clenched his backpack straps as he ran up to then blonde.

“You sick or something?”

Yamaguchi noodled no and apologized while he tried not to think of you. “How am I supposed to pretend, I never wanna see you again?” But he couldn’t stop. “Walk to class in front of ya” As Tsukishima and Yamaguchi made there way to there classes, Tsukishima was nice enough to give Yamaguchi a carton of milk to make him calm down a bit since yamaguchi was THAT red (he just can’t resist that you look so cute LMAO-) When he was making his way to his classes with his friend, he was so caught up with looking at the floor and him siping on the straw that was poked in the milk carton, he just couldn’t stop thinking about you. He couldn’t get his mind off-

“Tadashi watch out-“

“Huh tsuki?-“

“Ah!”

“Spilled kefir”

Yamaguchi wasn’t paying attention and that caused him to bump into L/N.

“On your keffiyah”

The milk carton had somehow opened and just spilled over L/N shirt, the liquid slowly leaking into the fabric of the shirt, thankfully L/N weren’t wearing a white shirt that day.

“You look inside and turn to the door”

Yamaguchi looked at L/N quickly realizing that was the person he was staring at earlier and that made him so flustered then he couldn’t even think straight. “Ah shoot! I’m so-“ L/N saying before yamaguchi cut her off apologizing frantically

“ohmygoshimsorryIwasntlookingwhereIwasgoingandohmygoshthisissoembarrassingareyouokay-“

“Oh my I-“

“ImsosorryIreallydidngmeanitIcanbuyyouanew-“

“Tadashi shut up, it’s fine.” Tsukishima sternly said while the blond put his hand on yamaguchi’s shoulder trying to reassure that it was fine.

L/N then smiled to yamaguchi “what he said, it’s fine don’t worry about it!” L/N smiled once more “you don’t need to buy me a..new shirt? I can just wash mine later” they smiled once more, yamaguchi felt even more embarrassed as he watched them move.

“Drag your feet along the floor”

L/N held on to their bag strap while walking in to there classroom “now I gotta get to class, but maybe I’ll see you around!” “Wait uh!-” L/N turned back towards Yamaguchi waiting for him to say something “your shirt- I uh-” Yamaguchi took off his bag setting it besides him and started to take off his sweater and handled it to L/N, Yamaguchi was VERY red, he was looking off to the ground, he didn’t want to speak because if he tried to, he would sure he would make a fool out of himself.

“Oh! are you sure I can take this?”

Yamaguchi nodded as L/N took the sweater putting it on, smiling—they let out a small giggle that made yamaguchi heart skip a beat. L/N thanked him and soon the sound of L/N shoes were gone and soon weren’t hearable, while yamaguchi heart beat was very hearable and still there.

Yamaguchi looked onto the floor once more as they began walking. 

“Then I see you,”

Yamaguchi was still embarrassed about what happened earlier, heck he even gave L/N his own sweater, sure he was still red but goodness when you smiled? And when you laughed???? He would absolutely do anything just to see them smile or even laugh again, to be honest he could honestly feel how red is face right now. Just thinking about L/N made his head hurt and his heart beat fast. Wait a minute did he just hear his heart? There was no way his heartbeat was THAT loud, Yamaguchi head titled upwards looking for something, maybe someone?

“You’re walking cross the campus”

Not even a minute later yamaguchi saw L/N figure walking closer to him, L/N was there with phone in their hands.

“Cruel professor”

L/N probably didn’t notice Yamaguchi just freaking out, what was he supposed to do? Say hi to them? Ignore L/N to wait until they notice him???

“Studying Romances”

As if he wasn’t fast enough L/N was already almost there with Yamaguchi freaking out, he desperately looked around, why was he looking around???

“Tadashi are you sure you’re okay?” Yamaguchi quickly looked to his blond hair friend, Tsukishima was looking ahead of them while Yamaguchi was about to say something but the blond beat him to it “You seem out of it today. Is it because that person we met today?”

“How am I supposed to pretend, I never wanna see you again?”

“W-what no of course not-“ He fiddled with his fingers frantically, was it because of L/N? Who knows- well Yamaguchi knows and possibly Tsukishima does aswell.

“How am I supposed to pretend, I never wanna see you again?”

Tsukishima waited for his friends response, knowing that yamaguchi straight up lied to him. (Lets just pretend he’s okay with this one lie but remember y’all, lying isn’t okay, no matter what situation your in.)

“Well..I don’t think so?” “You don’t think so? Every time you look at them your face is red” Yamaguchi was surprised- ‘wait so he knew the whole time?’ Yamaguchi thought while Tsukishima continue to talk, “don’t think I haven’t noticed, you said you wanted to buy them a new shirt even if they could wash it, and you gave them your sweater too.”

“Tsuki yeah but-“

“In the afternoon, you’re on the stone and grass,”

Yamaguchi was suddenly on the floor and L/N was on the floor aswell while Tsukishima was standing there with a concernd face for both of the two.

“And I’m sleeping on the balcony after class”

Yamaguchi rubbed his head, confused on what just happened, wasn’t he just talking to Tsukishima? Why was he on the floor?

“In the afternoon, you’re on the stone and grass,”

“Oh my goodness are you okay?” Yamaguchi looked up to see L/N holding out a hand, ‘they look so much cuter up close-waitwhtaamI-’ He looked at them with heart eyes and blinked causing him to realize what just happened, he then took L/N hand while L/N pulled yamaguchi up from the ground

“And I’m sleeping on the balcony after class”

“Are you okay?” Yamaguchi shyly responded “yeah.. um- look I’m sorry-“ L/N cut off yamaguchi while bringing his hand close to there chest holding yamaguchi hand.

 “no I’m sorry really, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Yamaguchi was probably the definition of a tomato “I- uh it’s okay- you-“ yamaguchi was a stuttering mess while L/N just laughed it off

“So.. are you okay?”

Yamaguchi nodded while L/N smiled 

“Well that’s a relief haha”

L/N giggled as Yamaguchi face grew redder, L/N continued to talk.

“So.. my name is L/N F/N what’s yours?”

“Oh um- my name is Yamaguchi Tadashi..”

“thats a nice name” they smiled once more

“Well it’s nice to meet you Yamaguchi”

Yamaguchi face was a tomato right now, like he’s the definition of it because of L/N, Yamaguchi then blinked and stammered out

“Y-you to L/N!”

OH MY GOSH THAT LITERALLY TOOK HALF THE DAY I AM SO SORRY HAHBSE- Anyways thank you for reading this mess! and I hope y’all had a nice day and pls take care of yourself 🥺🥺💖💖💖 also I’m sorry if the ending seemed like it was rushed, it kinda was but I wanted it to seem kind of nice lol!

Also part two of “treehouse”  is coming tomorrow so keep an eye out tomorrow!!  Also tsukishima was nowhere to be found after this LMAO-

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7~ i’m awake but still sleeping

tell me your problems (i’ll chase them away) Internal scars can be difficult to deal with but Eskel vows to heal any that Jaskier is weighed down by if it’s the last thing he does…

A/N: it’s been a while bc i misplaced my motiviation (and forgot to crosspost) but heyyy...

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Jaskier almost falls asleep on the way back.

Eskel feels it several times, feels the way his breathing evens out for a moment or so before he softly nods himself awake again. He doesn’t know why Jaskier doesn’t want to fall asleep but he’s not about to interfere so the two of them stay practically silent as they return to town.

Once they reach the stables, Eskel clears his throat. “Jaskier?”

Unfortunately, Jaskier had apparently just started to doze off again and starts so badly he overbalances and topples off the horse, landing with a harsh thud.

“Oww,” he moans, snapping Eskel out of his guilt.

Within seconds, he swings himself off Scorpion and offers Jaskier a hand, which is actually rather unhelpful because Jaskier has his eyes closed. Shuffling back a little, he clears his throat again. “Are you planning on getting up any time soon?”

Jaskier laughs weakly as he looks up at Eskel. “Can’t I just stay here for today?”

Eskel frowns, glancing over him. “You’re going to freeze out here.”

“I wasn’t being serious, darling,” Jaskier giggles, pushing himself up into a sitting position and crossing his legs, “but it’s good to know you’re capable of taking me seriously.”

He’s not entirely sure what that’s meant to mean so Eskel just offers Jaskier a smile and holds his hand out again. “Come on, let’s go.”

This time, Jaskier takes it, wobbling himself upright and taking a second to regain his balance before letting go of Eskel’s hand as if it were burning him. But Eskel pointedly ignores the strange sadness that flickers through his heart at that thought because it’s illogical to assume Jaskier would want to hold his hand anyway.

“Aren’t you going to secure Scorpion?” Jaskier asks, raising an eyebrow.

Eskel chuckles. “You don’t need to tell me what my job is, bardling,” he says before doing exactly as Jaskier had prompted, deciding that he can come back for their bags once they’ve had lunch.

He guesses that Jaskier feels the same about prioritising food because he doesn’t say anything until they get to the inn, at which point he straightens up a little and smiles. “Could we request a bath, lovely?”

The woman in place of the innkeeper raises an eyebrow at them, probably because they’re still soaking, but nods. “I’ll get someone to bring one up. Don’t get my bed wet.”

Jaskier nods seriously. “Of course not, we would never even dream of it,” he promises, leaving both the woman and Eskel to wonder what sort of dream that would be.

Either way, Eskel follows Jaskier up, both of them all but stumbling into their room. Jaskier makes a beeline towards the bed before groaning and changing his mind to sliding down along one of the walls, settling on the floor with his legs outstretched.

Eskel frowns at him, yet again wondering if there’s an injury he should know about. “You okay, Jaskier?”

Jaskier looks up at him with a strange expression. “Aside from the almost drowning?”

Eskel snorts. “Aside from that.”

There’s a small pause before Jaskier nods. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just, uh, thinking of what rhymes with ‘drowning’, and actually I might use ‘frowning’ since you’ve been doing a lot of that,” he teases.

As if proving Jaskier’s point, Eskel frowns at his words.

Which Jaskier picks up on immediately, giggling softly. “See, there you go again. Keep at it and I might have to sing about the frowning witcher’s adventures. Just a warning, though, metaphors about facial expressions are pretty challenging to get right and you’d be subject to amateurs saying things like-”

“I really don’t want to know,” Eskel interrupts, dreading to think about it.

Jaskier winks mischievously before going quiet.

As he does, an awful, bitter scent of something dark and decaying fills the room. Alarmed, Eskel makes to ask Jaskier if he’s upset about anything, but said bard grins before he can, springing gracefully to his feet. “Here, let me help with your armour.”

Eskel steps back instinctively and Jaskier falters, his smile fading. “Or I could not help you with your armour, of course. That’s always an option and I will very easily take it, no harm done. I… uh, sorry. I’m going to go… check on the bath.”

“Wait-” Eskel starts, but the door is already closing behind Jaskier, the dark scent fading along with his presence. So he just sighs and, albeit reluctantly, gets himself out of his armour, placing it in one corner as he waits for Jaskier to return.

It’s strange, he thinks, how quickly he’s taken to finding empty silence unsettling. He’s never been fond of pointless noise but a distinct lack of Jaskier makes him question how much he actually likes the silence as an alternative.

And he’s not sure exactly how long he spends questioning that but eventually, Jaskier’s voice drifts into their rooms as he re-enters, followed by two women who place a steaming bath down on one side before leaving, exchanging the softest of whispers with Jaskier before they do.

Jaskier’s smile falters again as he sees the pile of armour but he brings it back before Eskel can ask anything, gesturing to the bath. “Well, go on, darling. The water won’t stay warm forever.”

“Don’t you want to go first?” Eskel asks quietly.

But Jaskier shakes his head. “No, no. I’d burn, and a burnt bard is no good at all. The water is perfect for you so you need to go first.”

“But-”

“And of course, I need to wash that lovely hair of yours!” Jaskier interrupts, then bites his lip. Eskel resists the urge to ask anything and waits until Jaskier exhales softly. “That is, uh, if you still want me to do so again?”

If only Eskel were a bard so he could explain how much he truly wants that. But he’s not so he just nods, and thankfully Jaskier gets the message anyway.

Somehow, Jaskier’s fingers moving through his hair feel even better than last time. It’s barely past midday but Eskel could fall asleep right in the bath, that’s how soothing it is to have Jaskier take care of his hair, take care of him.

“Eskel?” he hears Jaskier whisper, promptly realising that he had actually almost fallen asleep. Again .

Slightly mortified, he clears his throat and sits upright. “Thank you.”

Jaskier makes a face. “For what?”

“For uh, for letting me use the bath first.”

But Jaskier just squints at him as if he’s being stupid. “You’re the witcher. You killed the siren. Of course you get the bath first.”

Guilt-ridden realisation pools in Eskel’s stomach.

“Wait, what?” is all he manages, staring at Jaskier in disbelief because surely he can’t think he doesn’t deserve a bath just as much as Eskel when they’d played a relatively equal part in this particular contract, can he?

But they can’t have this conversation when he’s literally sat naked in a bath so he just shakes his head and stands up to get dressed, only realising his mistake when Jaskier all but squeaks and springs to his feet, his face flushing.

“I’m going to go… soap,” Jaskier blurts, disappearing before Eskel has finished cursing.

Once more, Eskel is left staring at a closing door. He sighs heavily and gets dressed, but that doesn’t help because then he starts wondering where Jaskier is going to get spare clothes from.

When he finds his thoughts drifting back to his newfound distaste for silence, he sighs and leaves their room, hoping that Jaskier won’t hold anything against him. When he doesn’t spot Jaskier either performing or at any of the tables, he walks over to the woman from earlier. “Have you seen m- the bard that was with me?”

The woman raises an eyebrow again, folding her arms. “And why should I tell you when it took you so long to try and find him?”

Eskel inwardly marvels at how Jaskier has managed to worm his way into this woman’s heart within approximately one conversation and sighs. “I didn’t know I was meant to, he said he was going to find soap.”

She snorts. “Well he didn’t do a very good job then.”

Eskel stiffens. “Is he okay?”

Glancing over him from head to toe, she gestures behind her. “We let him stay in the kitchens, it’s not as noisy and it didn’t seem like he’d make it back to a room on his own.”

Red flags could not be flying any faster in Eskel’s mind as he frowns, heading to the kitchens himself. Most people shuffle out of his way as he makes his way to the back wall, where Jaskier is slumped in the corner.

Cursing none too quietly, he kneels down beside him, gently pulling away the blanket someone has draped over him. “Jaskier? Jaskier, hey, open your eyes for me.”

Jaskier groans, half-heartedly pushing Eskel’s hands away. “Just give me two minutes, I’ll be fine.”

“You need to tell me if something’s wrong, do we need a healer?” Eskel asks, checking over Jaskier himself and frowning harder when he finds nothing obvious. What good can he possibly be to this bard if he can’t even keep him alive and well?

Jaskier blinks himself upright and shakes his head. “No, no, I’m fine. I’m just- I’m just tired.”

Eskel can literally feel his frown deepen; he can’t fathom why Jaskier would insist on washing his hair if he was truly this tired because really, it should have been the other way around.

Someone makes a strange noise of disbelief behind him, at which point he realises he’s said that out loud and instantly stiffens, almost regretting his life choices. Almost, because the sleepy smile he gets from Jaskier is most definitely worth a second round of being mortified.

“Need to find more oils if you want to wash my hair,” Jaskier whispers, yawning.

Eskel’s not entirely sure if his heart melts or skips a beat or does some unholy combination of the two but regardless, he forgets what the whole concept of replying is for an entire minute.

An entire minute within which Jaskier chuckles softly and lets his head fall forward to rest on Eskel’s shoulder. “I think it was the siren.”

Pretending that he’s not positively delighted to learn Jaskier is comfortable enough to lean on him again, Eskel focuses on the siren. “Did she do anything to you?”

“Tried to drown me?” Jaskier offers, and Eskel ever so slightly wants to throw himself off a cliff for asking such a stupid question.

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t a very good que- wait. She only tried . She couldn’t even get you to stay quiet,” Eskel says, mostly just reminding himself because he’s pretty sure that resisting a siren’s lure has to be incredibly taxing.

Jaskier lifts his head up with seemingly great difficulty. “I’m not very good at staying quiet. But it’d be bad for business, really, wouldn’t it? What use is a quiet bard? Well, what use is a bard to a witcher at all? But that's- I mean, never mind witchers, nobody wants to listen to a quiet bard when they’re drunk or, or… what’s the opposite of drunk?”

Eskel blinks.

It seems they have a lot to unpack from Jaskier’s exhausted rambling but there’s a time and a place and in the corner of a kitchen just after having killed a siren doesn’t tick either of those boxes. And besides, he’s far too busy wanting to deck Geralt to answer any of Jaskier’s questions.

“You need to rest,” Eskel settles for, pulling Jaskier upright with him and wrapping one of Jaskier’s arms around his shoulders so he can support some of his weight.

Jaskier hums. “I thought you were washing my hair.”

This time, Eskel glares at the few people who laugh, shaking his head when they step out of his way with guilty expressions. The woman in charge out front nods at the two of them, albeit not without noting the way Jaskier is so heavily leaning on him and raising an eyebrow for the third time.

“Thank you,” Eskel mutters, because it looks like she’s expecting him to say it.

She looks almost surprised but offers him a small smile. “Meals are free of charge if you need them before you leave.”

“Too kind,” Jaskier manages to mumble before Eskel can.

Getting up the stairs is unexpectedly easy because Jaskier seems to regain his energy for long enough to reach their room, where he hesitates. “Gonna get the bed wet. She said not to,” he whines.

Eskel sighs, unable to understand Jaskier’s priorities. “She won’t mind, you’re not really that wet anymore.”

And he’s not, even though his clothes are still an uncomfortable step ahead of damp. The blanket that’d been given to him seems to have absorbed most of the water because it looks as if he’d been caught in a light spell of rain rather than dropped into a lake.

“She won’t be mad?” Jaskier asks, leaning on his shoulder again, the lingering scent of decay weakening a little as his voice fills with hope.

Eskel shakes his head. “She won’t, I promise.”

“I just need a few minutes then,” Jaskier mumbles, all but collapsing into the mattress and proving that he definitely needs a lot more than that.

Eskel can’t imagine the sheer amount of willpower it would require to resist a siren’s words for so long and overcome them well enough to negotiate an escape. By all means, it shouldn’t even be possible, but Jaskier is unlike any bard he’s ever known.

“Take all the time you need,” Eskel replies, but then frowns. “Aren’t you going to change out of those clothes first?”

Jaskier makes a face that manages to convey how much he dislikes that idea even with his eyes closed.

Eskel finds himself chuckling at that, which seems to briefly snap Jaskier out of his exhaustion. He blinks up at Eskel and bites his lip before hesitantly clearing his throat. “Would you, uh… I mean, did you bring your bedroll this time?”

Was he meant to bring his bedroll this time?

Jaskier groans weakly at Eskel’s confusion. “What I mean, darling witcher, is to ask whether you’re- well, I’m still damp and I rather like to avoid being a nuisance because that’s a title reserved for the likes of Valdo and I-”

“Jaskier, I don’t care if you’re still damp, if that’s what you’re worrying about,” Eskel interrupts, but as softly as possible because he doesn’t want to feed the awful scent that’s still lingering around them.

Jaskier smiles softly. “So would you- I mean, do I get the privilege of your company once more?”

How he’s managing to articulate so well despite his eyes drooping, Eskel has no idea. But what he does know is that he’d be an utter fool to go and fetch his bedroll. So instead of replying, he simply lies beside Jaskier, hoping he hasn’t misread things in some way.

And he hasn’t, judging by the grateful look in Jaskier’s eyes.

“Thank you,” Jaskier murmurs, curling towards him, already drifting into sleep.

Eskel exhales softly as their arms brush but nods. “Truly a privilege on my part, bardling.”

He’s still unsure what to do about this darker, decay-scented aspect of Jaskier’s personality but that’ll have to be addressed another time because, even though he’s not too tired himself and he was rather hoping for a good lunch, it’d be a crime to leave the room when Jaskier so clearly needs the rest and wants him to stay.

After all, delayed meals and damp clothes are an easy price to pay for being able to take care of his favourite bard.

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i do apologise for the shady lore and ooc vibes but it's the best i can do for now :p hope everyone's had a good start to september xx

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Amber Romance

Pairing: Femdom Reader x Yeosang

Genre: Smut, Pwp, Fluff

WC: 6.4k+

Tags: Smut, Established Relationship, Gentle Femdom, Scent Kink, Masturbation (Male Receiving), Pegging, Fingering (Male Receiving), Riding (Female Receiving), Slight Overstimulation

Summary: Yeosang is worried about you missing his last Wonderland performance with the team, so you give him your sweater so he won't be sad while you're away.It's laced with the scent of you and Yeosang finds himself in a rather...interesting predicament when he notices how he starts associating your scent with all of your more...heated nights together

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“You’re not gonna miss our last performance, right?” Yeosang inquired hesitantly, frowning as he watched you pack a sizeable suitcase into your car. Mingi was beside you, looking guilty as he looked between you both.

“Are you sure this is alright, Y/n? I can always ask manager-nim to drive me to Incheon-”

You held up your finger, gently quieting the red headed idol as you sent Yeosang a kind and understanding look.

“Mingi and I are just going to check up with the doctors, run some tests, and let him see his family while he’s there. You boys are busy with promotions, so I’m not gonna bother your manager when he’s already so busy. Besides, I’m kinda his underling, so it looks good if I can do this when he needs someone to take care of Mingi. I promise we’ll be back for your performance, Yeosangie.” You soften your voice, cupping his cheek to kiss him lighty.

Yeosang hummed against your lips, nodding after the two of you broke apart. Yunho clapped him on the shoulder as the others filed out of the dorms to give both you and Mingi hugs, waving goodbye to the both of you.

“Ah, Yeosang here-” You reached into your car’s back seat, passing him your favorite sweater. It was an overgrown one, so it could easily fit him. Yeosang blinked in confusion as you pushed the cotton sweater into his hands.

“Just wear that while I’m gone and think of me! I’ll be back before you know it~” You chirp, kissing him one more time before hurrying to your car, waving to the remaining seven boys one last time before you pulled off.

Yeosang’s hand fell after you were out of sight as he looked down at the sweater. A small smile graced his lips as he hugged it to himself, turning to head back inside with the other boys.

-2 Days Later-

Yeosang unpacked quickly once he was in his room. Today, he was the one that won the rock, paper, scissors for the solo room, so he had it all to himself as he plopped down heavily on his bed in your sweater. He buried his nose in the neck of the overgrown sweater, smiling sleepily as the scent of you filled his nose. Yeosang had gotten so used to this smell in your months of dating and now the scent of your perfume-something he was sure you’d always gotten from Victoria’s Secret, if his memory served right-was something that always flooded his mind with the memories you’d made together.

The nights you spent on those long drives home from the company, with you seated in his lap, your head tucked under his chin.

The days he put his head in your lap, humming as the sun's rays warmed his face as you comb your fingers through his hair.

The times you intimately pulled him aside after practice, pulling him into a closet to exchange sloppy, hasty kisses. The way you palmed him through his sweatpants, smiling against his neck as you stroked him to completion, promising much more later.

Yeosang cracked his eyes open, he hadn't realized he closed them, but he felt heat bloom in the pit of his stomach the more he inhaled your perfume through the soft material.

"Ah, Yeosangie~ We're alone now. Shall we play a bit?"

His breath hitched as he palmed himself, a soft sound between a moan and a whine leaving his lips as he felt his cock, stiff and begging for attention. Your voice filled his head as his mind began to wander more.

One hand dipped into his boxers, stroking his cock to full hardness as you rolled your thumb over his head lazily. The other trailed up your sweater on him, exposing his chest as you leaned down to lick and suck at one of his nipples.

"N-noona…" he whimpered, arching his back as he pinched and rolled the nub until it was tender and puffy.

"Yes baby? What do you want?"

He whines, wishing he could hold onto you, his voice shaking as he squeezed his eyes shut, fearing he'd lose the vision of you if he opened them. His hand worked faster, louder moans echoing in the room.

"T-touch me more, Noona...I miss you, I want you, a-ahh ~" He thrusted into his hand, trembling as he breathed in deeply between moans, the warm scent flooding his senses.

"My sweet baby boy~ Does it feel good, playing with yourself in your Noona's sweater? Such a pretty picture. Let's play some more, Sangie~"

Yeosang brought a trembling hand up to his mouth, sucking at his long fingers as he slowed his pace, goosebumps rising on his skin as he thought of the other times your scent flooded his mind.

Your legs tightly clamped around his waist, his face buried in between your breasts as your nails ran down his back.

His face buried in your pillow, clawing weakly at the sheets below as you held his hips, your soft chest against his back as you trusted into him, the slicked up toy sliding in and out of him effortlessly.

God, he wanted it. He missed you, he needed you bad.

"Go ahead, baby. Get that sweet little hole prepped for me. I'll take good care of you when I get back."

Yeosang brought his spit slick fingers down between his legs, pausing in stroking his own cock long enough to toss the boxers away completely, spreading his legs as he pushed one digit into himself, moaning against your sweater.

"Good boy, Yeosang. Always such a good boy. Moan louder for me, let me know it feels good."

"Y/n-" he whined your name breathlessly, his voice unstable as his strokes lost their rhythm. He was desperate, sliding the second and third in, a groan rolling past his lips as he stretched himself.

Idly, he wondered why he didn't just bring a toy with him to the hotel. Usually he did just incase-

Just in case he had the urge to be good for you. His heart always stuttered at the pleased look on your face whenever he presented one of the toys to you, like a puppy eager and desperate to play.

God, he missed you.

"N-noona, I can't- I-" he spread his legs wider, his thighs starting to tremble. He wanted to feel more, your hands on him, caressing and stroking whatever you could, your lips against his ear, purring praise and sweet nothings to him, the feeling of one of your strapons filling him up in just the right way-

And the near maddening scent of sex, sweat, and your perfume making him slip away, giving you complete control.

"Ah~ Go ahead, cum for Noona. Let me see how pretty my baby boy looks."

Yeosang let out a strangled gasp, curling his fingers slightly. Stars exploded behind his lids as he came against his fist, your name tumbling out of his mouth as the feeling of his orgasm washed over him.

He blushed, looking down hastily to see if any of it landed on your sweater. A pleased sound left his lips when he saw he was in the clear, biting his lip as he looked at his own cum covered fist.

The brunette grabbed his phone, opening the kakaotalk chat between you two shakily. He made sure the camera was facing him before pressing record, running his tongue over his hand, his cheeks flushed as he looked into the phone camera.

"Noona, I miss you. Make sure you come back soon, okay?" He pouted, knowing full well what kind of response he’d get once he hit send.

His phone lit up ten minutes after he had cleaned up and settled back into bed, still snug in your sweater as he unlocked it.

‘Is that what you’re up to when I’m away, baby? Don’t worry, I’ll be there tomorrow and you can show me up close how much you miss me, hm?’

Yeosang bit his lip, feeling his heart skip a beat. Would you really make it to the performance in time tomorrow? The phone light illuminated his flushed cheeks as his thumbs flew over the screen.

‘I hope so, Noona. I’m looking forward to it.’

With that, he locked his phone and gently set it aside, curling up slightly as he felt exhaustion and fatigue take him. He drifted off, breathing in the comforting scent of your perfume as sleep pulled him under.

-xoxo-

“Okay, this is the last performance of our promoting, boys. I’m proud of everyone. Mingi and Y/n said they would do their best to beat the traffic and get here but Y/n isn’t answering her phone so I don’t know if they’ll be able to make it.” Hongjoong briefed everyone once they had gotten situated in their uniforms and had their makeup and hair done.

Yeosang tried to hide the small bite of disappointment that flickered in his eyes when he heard the news.

It’s alright. They’re coming. Even if they don’t see them perform, they’d all be able to go home together.

Wooyoung, sensing his friend’s distress, wrapped an arm around his shoulder, smiling at him.

“Hey, don’t frown like that. Y/n can’t enjoy us performing if you’re all pouty and sad, right? Just believe she’ll be here and it’ll happen!” He beamed. Yeosang looked at him, blinking once, twice, before a small smile graced his own face.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.”

They filtered out of the dressing room, shuffling into position with their background dancers as their waited for the music queue.

Yeosang felt his heart hammer as they started, snapping his head up. He did his best not to make it obvious as he scanned the crowd, and really he tried his best not to break character and smile wide when he saw Mingi in the front row, glasses perched on his nose and a hat on his head to hide his hair. Nobody seemed to notice him and Yeosang thought idly about whether or not he was surrounded by other staff members.

His heart nearly stopped as he drifted his gaze down from his friend, finding you staring at him with your arms crossed, watching his every move. There was a fond smile on your face, but the look in your eyes nearly made him stumble.

Pure desire.

He held your gaze for longer than intended, grateful for muscle memory as it took him across the floor, effortlessly keeping up with the boys and the performance despite the growing pit in his stomach at the way you tilted your jaw up, licking your lips slowly as the final part of the performance electrified the venue.

Wonderland ended, and Yeosang felt slightly more out of breath than usual, though he knew it wasn’t from dancing as he watched your eyes run up the length of his body-lingering a bit longer on his pelvic region-before landing on his face. You clapped calmly from beside an excited Mingi, blowing Yeosang a kiss and a wave as the two of them were subtly ushered away by staff as Ateez made their way off of the stage.

As the seven boys entered the dressing room, they were all engulfed by Mingi’s arms as he excitedly ran up to them, cheering and congratulating them for doing so well.

“Ah, but it’s not the same without you-”

“Don’t worry. We’re back early because Mingi’s been cleared. You all can rest up now, then we start practicing for your Mama stage.” You inform them politely, reminding them of your presence. They all break up, bouncing eagerly as they all began talking at the same time about everything from Mingi and Jongho’s steady and healthy recoveries, to their future Mama stage.

Yeosang couldn’t focus on any of it, though. He stood rooted in his spot as he watched you. A small smile came to your face and you tilted your head, opening your arms and laughing as he immediately crossed the distance, picking you up and spinning you around, kissing you happily.

“I’ve been gone for just a few days, Yeo-ya!” You giggle against his lips, but the way he nuzzled your was a silent way of him telling you that even those days apart left him missing you dearly. Your heart fluttered for a moment, sending him a playful smirk as he finally set you down after the boys began teasing the two of you, making kissing noises from behind you.

“You should’ve heard him, Y/n. He’s like a little puppy when you’re gone.” Seonghwa teased from across the room as a stylist took off his hair extension. Yeosang went red, hiding his face as you looked up at him, a knowing smile on your face.

“Yeah! He wouldn’t take your sweater off, either. I think he might end up taking it. Isn’t it usually the girlfriend that does that sort of thing? Does that make it a girlfriend sweater?” Yunho inquired, putting a finger to his chin as he tilted his head. Yeosang made a sound of protest, darting over to one of the seats so he could be helped out of his uniform carefully by one of the stylists. You watched his every move, noticing the bag on the floor that belong to him had the familiar form of the sweater you gave him sticking out from it.

Yeosang slid it over his head once he was back in his street clothes, hiding his face in the overgrown collar when he caught your gaze again after the boys had broke off to have their own uniforms removed as well as their accessories.

You sat down beside him on the couch as they did, lacing your fingers with his and giving him a subtle squeeze.

“Noona is gonna show you how much she missed you, baby.” you coo, smiling at the way he shuddered, squeezing your hand tighter.

Satisfied, you settled back on the couch beside him, crossing your legs.

-xoxo-

“We’re all alone for a bit, baby. I told Hongjoong-ah to take the boys out to dinner so we could have a little...quality time~” You coo once the two of you get inside his and Wooyoung’s shared room. You pushed him against a wall, dropping your bag carelessly to the floor as you pressed your lips to the underside of his jaw.

Yeosang’s head fell back against the wall, eyes half lidded as he watched you kiss down his jaw. A low sound close to a purr left your lips as you palmed him through his sweatpants. He let out a whine, blushing as he was once again hit with the scent of your perfume. That and the heated way you’d been eyeing him all night had him rock hard already and the two of you hadn’t even done anything yet.

"You're already fully hard, Yeosang-ah...were you expecting me to have you all alone? Hm?" You tease against his Adam's apple, dipping your hand into his pants as you waited for a response.

"N-no, I...ah, it's embarrassing-" he bit his lip, and you noticed the way his cheeks darkened when you look up to meet his eyes.

Curious, you cock a brow, dipping your hand into his lowered zipper to slide his cock out of his boxers. He let out a small choked groan when you grabbed his heated skin, a moan falling from his lips as you slowly stroked him.

"Embarrassing? What is?"

"I...I sometimes get hard when I smell your perfume, Noona. I-it reminds me of you." He muttered, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to face you. You blink in surprise before kissing him, swallowing down the surprised moan that left his lips as you stroked him faster.

"That's so cute, Yeo." You growl against his soft lips, running your thumb along the length of the thick vein at the underside of his cock. Yeosang jolted in your arms, brows knotting up as he resisted the urge to thrust into your hand.

"C-cute?"

"You had my sweater this whole time, too...Did you think of me in that way when you wore it?" You press, pulling away from his lips long enough to watch his face. Your brows go up as the cogs in your head spun.

“Did you wear my sweater when played the night you sent me that video?”

Yeosang sent you a small, embarrassed look before he looked away quickly, thinking of a few days prior when he stroked himself to completion, his face buried in the high, oversized neck of your sweater.

"Ah~? You did? You're too much. You keep on, and I'll eat you alive." You tease, licking at his lips. He may not have responded, but the look on his face said it all.

"Y-you don't think it's weird?" Yeosang looked down at you, searching your eyes. He was met with a sweltering look that nearly melted him on the spot.

"Absolutely not. I would've loved to see you in my oversized sweater, all flustered and moaning for me as you cum…"You trail off and a thought pops into your head, your eyes widening as a smile tugged at your lips. Yeosang noticed the look and swallowed hard.

That look usually came right before particularly earth-shattering evenings.

"Yeosangie~ You should go change. I want you in nothing but my sweater, okay?" You order, moving out of his space. It had gotten too hot on the drive home and he had taken it off while in the car, content to cuddle with you in lieu of curling up in the big sweater.

He whined in displeasure at the loss of both your body heat and your hand on his cock, but he moved quickly, plucking his t-shirt off first. He stepped hastily out of his sweatpants, but paused at his boxers, blushing hard as he toyed with the waistband.

“N-Noona, can we...can we do that tonight?” He inquired, looking in your direction. His breath caught when he found you had already yanked your shirt over your head, tossing it aside carelessly (Wooyoung would forgive you for the mess later). You held his gaze, making sure to take your time peeling off your high waisted joggers, leaving you clad in nothing but your bra and lace boyshorts you wore underneath the snugly fit pants, the colors contrasting beautiful with your skin tone.

“Do what, baby?” You hum, crossing the distance between you both in long strides. Yeosang licks his suddenly dry lips as you press against his back, your breasts squishing against it as you wrapped your arms around him, settling your hands over his.

“A-ah...you’re gonna make me say it?” He stammered, whining when you pulled his boxers down, one hand going back around his cock while the other gently squeezed one of his ass cheeks.

“I am, especially since you still haven’t done what I told you to do.” You tease, dragging your nails over his cheek, your thumb rolling over the head of his cock. He shuddered and groaned, squirming in your arms, subtly pressing his hips closer to your hand, thrusting in and out of your fist until you placed a warning nip to his shoulder.

“Yeosang, don’t make me repeat myself.” Your voice was a low warning, and he whined, looking back at you.

“Are...are you going to...p-peg me, Y/n?” He mumbled. You giggle from behind him, loving the way the tips of his ears reddened from asking.

“Baby boy, did you think I wouldn’t?” You hum, kissing over the small area you nipped at before, rewarding him by stroking him faster. Yeosang groaned, knees buckling slightly as you pumped his cock in your hand, kneading his cheek.

“Noona’ll take real good care of you, Yeosangie. Now, go do what I told you to do.” You remind him of your original instruction, slapping his ass as encouragement as you stepped away once more. Yeosang yelped and nodded, moving over to the small tote he brought out with him when he left for the venue. Inside of it was a thick, oversized sweater.

You stood back, a satisfied smile on your face as Yeosang slid the camel-colored sweater on over his head, turning to face you once he was finished.

On you, it went down mid thigh, the sleeves large enough to completely conceal your arms if you put them down. Yeosang was a few inches taller than you, so the sweater stopped just below the curve of his ass. The tips of his fingers poked out from under the sleeves, and you noticed the way he ducked half of his face into the high collar, shuffling under your appreciating gaze.

“Lay down for me on your bed.” Your voice was a low purr, and Yeosang swallowed thickly, feeling his dick twitch in interest before he nodded, hurrying up to his own bed. You made your way to the duffle bag you dropped at the door when you came in, pushing past all your miscellaneous items to find a satin drawstring bag at the bottom. You picked it out, smiling as you made your way back to the bed, climbing up the ladder in a slow ascent, like a lioness stalking closer to her prey.

Yeosang was seated in the middle of his bed, the soft cotton of your sweater covering his hardness. When he saw your head pop up, he shuffled onto his back, shyly pulling at the ends of your sweater to hide himself.

“Ah, don’t be shy. Show me what you did before.” You instructed, climbing over until you were seated at his left, eyes half lidded as you watched him. He looked up at you, his face still obscured by the collar of your sweater. You ran your hand up his thighs, humming at the way they flexed under your touch. They were toned from his dancing, and you would love to take time to appreciate them tonight, but you had other plans.

“C’mon, baby boy. Spread your legs.” You urged, tapping his knee with his fingers. Yeosang bit his lip and nodded, spreading his legs obediently for you.

“Good. Now play with yourself just like how you did before.”

Yeosang nodded, reaching down to wrap his hands around his cock, stroking himself slowly. He let out a small sigh, finally relieved. When he inhaled, he was reminded that he was surrounded by the scent of you, and he felt his cock twitch in his hand.

“You’re tone...its so low, baby. Were you quiet in the hotel room?” You inquire, your eyes drifting up to his face. He moaned shakily and nodded, keening when you ran a hand through his hair fondly.

“Louder, you don’t have to be quiet now that I’m here.” You told him, smiling as he let out a loud moan, stroking himself faster. He closed his eyes, your name falling from his lips as he spread his legs wider, sticking his fingers in his mouth.

You sit back on your haunches, watching as he swirled his tongue around his fingers, his strokes slowing down as he moved his other hand down, his slick fingers circling his pucker. Your eyes darken, biting your lip as you watched him push two long digits into himself. A small whine left his mouth as he spread his legs wider, eyes closing as he stretched and stroked himself. You noticed the way he turned his head, burying his nose in the collar of your sweater, his soft moans turning into desperate whines.

He wanted more already.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that fell from your lips.

“You’re not used to doing it yourself, hm? Here, I’ll help you, Yeo-ya.”

You crawled between his legs, gently pulling his hand away, lips pursing as he whined at the loss of fingers inside of him. You pulled the satin sack you’d brought up closer to yourself, your hand brushing past the main attraction for a moment as you grabbed the bottle beside it, pulling out a half full bottle of lube.

Yeosang watched you, his hands still slowly stroking himself as you lubed up your own fingers, sliding two slick digits in. A small, needy moan left his lips as you curled and stretched your fingers apart. His hand stilled on his cock, and you noticed the way he clenched around you.

“Pull the collar down, look at me.” You order, your own voice strained as you resisted the ever growing urge to grab your strap on and fuck him into the mattress.

Soon.

For now, you wanted to make him beg you for it.

Yeosang nodded, pulling the oversized collar down to expose his flushed face. He looked at you through his chestnut colored bangs, hips twitching as you rewarded him with a third finger.

“P-Please, noona...don’t tease me, I need it.”

“Mm? Need what?” Your lips curl at the way he groans, choosing to press your fingers down, stroking over his prostate. He gasped, thrusting into his own hand as you began massaging the sensitive bundle, leaning over him to press your lips against his cheek, quickening your fingers inside of him.

“Ah! P-please, Y/n!”

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you~” You sang, knocking his hand away from his cock to stroke him yourself. He panted, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead as he pressed his face between your breasts, kissing between the soft mounds.

“Ah, flattery won’t get you anywhere tonight, baby. Words will.” You scolded, slowing your hands down. He shook his head, squeezing you tight against him as he blushed, hiding his face fully between your breasts as he spoke.

“I need you inside of me, noona. Please?”

"Very good, Yeosang~"

You kiss the corner of his eye, your lips against his birthmark as you pull your fingers out of him. Sitting back, you move your attention to the satin pouch once more, pulling the harness for the strap on out. Yeosang watched you, squirming as you situated the purple dildo into the harness. You notice the way his legs subtly spread wider, a low hum leaving your throat.

“I didn’t even tell you to do anything yet and you’re already spreading your legs wider? Do you like it that much?” You tease, spreading a liberal coat of lube onto the toy before you crawl between his legs, your knees settled between his thighs as you watched him nod.

“I can’t help it, Y/n...you make it feel so good.” He admitted, his lisp more pronounced than ever as he spoke. You lick your lips, bearing over his body to kiss him slowly, savoring the way he melted below you. He parted his lips, groaning against your mouth as your tongue met his, neither of you fighting for control of the kiss. A small whine left the back of his throat as you pressed the head of the silicone dick against his hole, pushing into him slowly.

Yeosang mewled against your lips, breaking the kiss to look down at where your hips met, his back arched slightly as you rolled your hips slowly. You push at his chest lightly, making him lie down flat as you sat back, holding his thighs firmly.

“You always take me so well, Yeosangie.” You coo, your hips meeting his thighs with every thrust as you moved them faster, lips curling up as Yeosang groaned louder, closing his eyes as he tugged at the sheets.

“N-noona, it feels good. I w-was thinking about this so much..." he breathed, closing his eyes as his body rocked slightly, hips subtly moving down to meet your thrusts. You smile fondly at him, listening to his moaning quicken as you trail a hand up the sweater, lightly running your hand over his lithe, toned stomach.

A moan caught in his throat as you tweaked his nipple lightly, a small cat-like smile on your face. You continued to toy with the small brown nub until it was fully perked and puffy from the attention. Yeosang reached for his cock ahead as you moved your hand to the other bud.

"Ah, no touching anymore, Sangie. You're gonna cum from my strap alone." You purr, knocking his hand away. He opened his eyes, his lips wet and plump from him biting and licking them throughout the night.

"Y-you want me-ahh fuck please!-t-to cum untouched?" He groaned, pausing mid sentence to collect himself as you snapped your hips forward, rocking faster and harder into him.

"Absolutely~ You've done it before for me, y’know." You remind him, sliding your hand from under the sweater to hold his hips. He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out were airy, whiny moans as you slammed into that electric bundle once more.

"Fuck! Right there!"

"Oh ho~? Such naughty language. Did I hit something good?" You tease, pressing closer to him, rocking into him as hard and fast as you could. Yeosang cried out below you, fists balled up in the sheets as he pulled them, desperately wishing he could stroke himself.

"Please don't stop, Y/n. Don't stop, don't stop, a-ahhn~ " he groaned, unable to keep his eyes open as the pleasure took over him. His toes curled, his knees trembling as he felt himself growing closer and closer, his legs wrapping around your waist to keep you close.

"Does it feel good? Will you cum?" You hum, tilting your head to the side as you watch him. He whined and nodded, thighs trembling around your waist. You ran a hand up the side of one of them, the other cupping his cheek as you bent over, caressing his face as he looked up at you through hazy eyes. He nodded, his lip tucked tightly between his teeth as he tried to stifle the desperation in his whimpers the more the toy abused and pressed against his prostate.

“Let go for me, baby. Let me hear it.” You urge him, kissing all over his face as he arched his back, clinging to you for dear life as his moans grew once more in volume. He tucked his head in between the junction between your neck and shoulder, shuddering as he whined, the smell of sex, sweat, and Amber Romance making his mind completely fuzzy.

“Y/n-! I c-can’t hold on anymore, I-”

“Cum for me, baby.” You finally gave him the ‘ok’, putting your palms at either side of his head as you rocked wildly into him, smiling as the bed creaked from the change of pace. Yeosang threw his head back, a broken half-scream leaving his lips as an earth shattering orgasm rolled over him.

You hold yourself down, pressed deep inside of him as you watch the way his face changes, his brows pinched up and his eyes screwed tightly shut as his cum messily landed on both of your stomachs.

You stayed right there, hips joined with his ass as you watched him slowly fall back to the bed, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Yeosang let out a small sound of protest as you went to pull away, easing the slick toy out of him.

“You did so good, Yeosangie.” You praise, cupping his cheek to kiss him lightly. Yeosang blushed and smiled, kissing you back. There was no push for dominance, just both of you enjoying each other’s warmth.

You ran the tips of your fingers over his abdomen, smiling at the way the toned muscle underneath flexed at your tough. You scooped up the remains of his pearl-colored release, winking at his flushed face as you licked it off of them.

“You’re sweet~ Someone’s been eating well~” You tease, laughing as he swatted weakly at you, blushing.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you just-”

You burst into laughter with him, kissing him lightly as you laid down on top of him, smiling widely. The laughter died down and you caressed his face, your expression softening as he looked up at you.

“I never took care of you, Y/n.” He mused after a comfortable silence stretched between you two. You hummed, remembering the telltale ache between your thighs.

“Ah, but you’re probably sensitive. It’s okay-”

His hands wrapped around your waist as he met your eyes, biting his lip.

“I want to make you feel good, too. It’s not fair if only I cum.”

You sit up, looking at him before you tossed a leg over his waist, straddling him. He moved to put his hands on your waist, but you caught them, placing them above his head. He watched you, teasingly running his tongue over one of your nipples before you could pull away. A small moan left your lips before you rolled your hips down over his reawakening cock, smiling at the sharp inhale that came from him.

“So sensitive, but you want to please me? What did I do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?” You praise, rolling your hips to and fro until he was fully hard and panting already. Satisfied, you held his cock up, sending him a sultry look as you sank down on him.

“Oh my god.”both of you gasp in unison. Yeosang forced himself to keep his eyes open, whimpering as he watched you rise and fall, unsure where to focus his attention on.

Your face with those intense eyes gazing holes through him as you clenched around him, greedily keeping every inch of his cock inside of you even as you rolled your hips faster?

Your breasts, jiggling from the motions as you braced yourself with your hands on his abdomen, palms splayed out across his toned stomach?

His eyes eventually landed between your legs, a choked sound leaving his mouth as he watched his cock disappear and reappear every time you rose and fell on his cock.

“D-do you like what you see, Yeo-ya? Look at how wet you made Noona~” You tease, shifting so you set your hands on his thighs behind you, leaning your body back so you were on full display for him, smiling wildly at the way he gripped the bars of his bed to keep himself from touching you, breathing hard through his nose as he felt himself getting lost in your wet heat.

“I l-love it, Noona...Thank you s-so much- ahhh fuck” He rose his hips, meeting you with hard thrusts every time you came down, and part of you wanted to snap your hips down and tease him for not being able to keep still, but the desperate look on his face made you go easy on him this time.

You close your eyes, nails raking over his thighs as you sped up your own bouncing as well, thighs trembling as you felt your own orgasm getting closer and closer. Yeosang didn’t let up, keeping his hands on the bars as the sound of skin on skin flooded the room once more, coupled by your combined shaky moans as your release drew closer.

“Yeosang!” You clenched down, eyes screwing shut as you felt that coil finally snap, eyes fluttering as you came hard. Yeosang cursed from below you, his grip white knuckled on the bars as he stopped his thrusts, whining.

You open your eyes, looking down at him before smiling lazily, tilting your head.

“Oh? Stopped yourself just for me?” You hum, caressing his thighs idly. You noticed the scratches there and smiled. The stylists wouldn’t yell at you much for them since it was autumn and soon to be winter and no one would be seeing Yeosang’s legs  any time soon, anyway.

“I...I need permission so I can-” He grit his teeth, a desperate look on his face as he looked up at you. You studied him for a moment before smiling, pushing yourself off of his thighs and crawling up his body to get back into his face, kissing him tenderly as you nodded.

“Do it. Cum for me baby.” You urge him with a sharp rise and fall of your hips. Yeosang groaned and resumed his wild thrusting up, desperate for his second release as his cock slid in and out of your dripping cunt. You lowered your lips to his ear, moaning praise and encouragement to him as his hips stuttered.

With a strangled, near breathless cry of your name, you felt heat flood inside of you and purred, teasingly clenching around Yeosang as he came.

“N-Noona….” He panted, finally letting his sweaty head drop to the pillow, spent and out of breath. You hum above him, treating him to butterfly kisses all across his face and neck as he came down, still fully seated with him inside of you.

“You did so good for me~ Maybe I should go on trips and leave you with my ‘girlfriend sweaters’ more often if this is what I come back to~” You joke, rolling your hips experimentally. Yeosang weakly grabbed your hips to still you, shaking his head.

“A-ah, no...If you could not, that would be great. In fact, I’d like it a lot more if you stayed with me.” He pouted. You smile and kissed his pouty lips, wrapping your arms around his neck once he moved to sit up.

“I get it, I get it. We should shower before the others get back.” You suggest, finally lifting your hips and letting his cock slide out of you. Yeosang whined at the loss, but nodded regardless.

“Sounds good, Y/n.” He nodded, finally peeling your sweater off as the two of you made your way down the bunk. Yeosang moved to grab the towels for you both when you suddenly remembered one of your purchases while you and Mingi were in Incheon.

“Oh~ While I was in Incheon, I picked up some new perfume~ Maybe we should go sweater shopping soon too, hm~” You purr, grabbing his ass suggestively as you walked by. Yeosang froze for a moment, watching your backside as you left.

After a moment, he followed closely after you, a blush on his cheeks at the idea of more nights like this, being pressed against the mattress with the scent of you flooding his senses.

The thought alone made him shudder, and he was more than happy to try it out, though nothing could compare to the warm feeling that bloomed through his body as he thought of you and your Amber Romance.

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Skipping School

Summary: Roman gets sick on a day he's supposed to drive his little brother to school. Logan has an...interesting solution.

Pairing: platonic Logince

Word count: 1,357

Warnings: illness, food mention

Notes: Written for a prompt from anonymous! Also, if you want to get told when I upload a fic, follow and turn on notifs for @rainbow-sides-fics. I'm posting on mobile bc I'm lazy so I hope the read-more works, apologies if it doesn't.

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The clock was ticking down dangerously close to 7:50, and Roman hadn't even emerged from his room yet. Logan had finished his toast already and was completely ready to be driven to school. He would be really angry if his brother made him late to school by deciding to sleep in on the day that their mom was out of state visiting her sister. Tapping his foot impatiently, Logan watched the clock for another minute before springing up, pushing his backpack away on the table, and heading down the short hallway towards Roman's bedroom.

"Are you awake yet?" he demanded, rapping his knuckles curtly against the closed door.

For a moment, there was no answer. Then a groan came from inside. "What?"

"It's almost 7:45!" Logan cried. "You have to drive me to school!"

"Oh my god, how did I sleep through my alarm?!" Roman sounded distraught. "Shit! I'm sorry."

Well, that can't be right. Roman never apologized for inconveniencing his little brother. "I'm coming in," Logan announced, and opened the door.

Roman had sat up in bed, his hair tousled and his eyes very bleary. "I'm sorry," he said again. His voice was hoarse. "I--" A sudden, harsh cough escaped him and he wheezed, trying to breathe. "I'm just not feeling very glittery today," he managed.

Logan wrinkled his nose. "Are you sick?" he asked bluntly. "I'm not getting in a car with you if you're sick. The last thing I need is to be the person who spreads the plague to every kid at school."

"I'll get up and...and put a mask on, or something." Roman coughed again. "And I'll wash my hands, I promise. I don't have the plague, nerd."

"Hm." Logan tilted his head. "Lay back down and go back to sleep."

"How will you get to school?" protested Roman.

Logan was grabbing Roman's phone off his bedside table and unlocking it with the password he had seen him use yesterday. "I won't." The number for the middle school office was saved in his contacts, and Logan pressed the call button.

"Hey--what do you think you're doing?"

In a far too convincing hoarse and congested voice, Logan said, "Ms. Katie? This is Logan Sanders, I think I have to stay home today. No, my mom is out of town...and my brother and I both came down with a cold. I don't want to get anyone else sick...well, I can ask her to call, but she's in California and probably won't be awake for a few more hours. Alright, I'll do that. Thanks." He coughed a few times for good measure before hanging up.

Roman was staring at him. "What."

Suddenly, Logan felt pretty uncomfortable. He hadn't considered that Roman would be mad. Though he was sure their mom would be understanding, skipping school was a bad thing to do. "What?" he replied defensively.

"First of all--" Roman broke off, another coughing fit seizing him. This time, he couldn't seem to get it under control, so Logan ran and got him a glass of water.

"Here," he said.

"Thanks," Roman rasped after having a drink. "First of all, I should be mad, but I'm just impressed by your acting skills. Didn't know you had it in you, Lo."

"Hmph."

Roman put the glass down. "Secondly, are you sure you're okay with this? You're usually so nerdy about your perfect attendance."

"I've already missed a few days this year when I got the stomach flu, so it's not a big deal. And nothing important is happening today. It's just a boring Friday." Logan shrugged. "Besides, I could very well already have whatever you have and I'm just not symptomatic yet. But I could still spread the virus, so it's safer to stay home anyway."

"You're logicking your way into skipping school, Lo." Through his misery about his illness, a hint of a smile broke onto his face. "I'm so proud."

"Shut up," Logan muttered. "Go back to sleep. I'll just work on schoolwork from home and maybe make some soup or something."

"You're so sweeeeet," Roman teased. He grabbed a tissue from his bedside table and sneezed into it. "Ugh."

Logan backed out of the room. "I'll call the high school too and tell them you won't be there today. Don't breathe on me." He shut the door and left Roman to rest, taking advantage of the quiet house to get some math homework done and put on a pot of the chicken noodle soup that their mom would usually be making if either of them were sick. Occasionally, he would hear Roman coughing, but left him alone for most of the morning.

Logan did end up calling their mom when he knew she would be awake and explaining the situation--she assured him that although he shouldn't have lied to the office, he did the right thing in staying home and she would call the school and back him up on his story this one time. She told him to take care of himself, and Roman, and then had to hang up to help her sister with something.

At a little bit after noon, Roman started coughing again after being quiet for a few hours. This particular coughing fit was a bad one. Logan filled a mug with mostly broth from the simmering soup and went to check on him. "Roman?"

"Uh-huh?" Roman didn't stop hacking up his lungs as he answered.

Carefully, Logan entered the room. "Here, have this." He gave Roman the mug.

A blanket was wrapped tightly around Roman's shoulders. His eyes were watery, his nose red. Without saying anything, he took a few sips. He stared straight ahead, seeming quite unhappy.

This is uncomfortable. Logan didn't like having to navigate the icky world of emotions, and Roman looked very emotional. "Are you al--"

"I wish Mom was here." Suddenly, Roman sounded very young. He was seventeen to Logan's twelve, and Logan often had to remind himself that for all Roman's brash attitude, he was still a kid, too. "I just…" He sniffled, his lip trembling as he clutched the warm mug.

"Would you like to call her?" Logan suggested hesitantly.

Roman shook his head. "N-no. I'm fine."

Logan shifted back and forth on his feet. "Can I do anything?" he offered, unsure.

"No, I'm fine, I just…"

"Roman?"

"I just wish Mom was here, okay?" snapped Roman. "'cause I'm pathetic. One stupid cold and I'm crying for my mommy."

"I…" Logan took a step back. "Don't get angry."

"I'm not fu--I'm not angry!" Roman growled. "Go away, okay?"

Logan took a deep breath and held his ground. "I obviously cannot bring Mom home from California immediately, and I understand that it is difficult to be ill when she isn't here to help. But I am doing my best. Do not take your frustration out on me."

Slowly, Roman sat back. "Right. Sorry."

"That must be a record, you apologizing to me twice in one day," Logan said dryly.

Roman half-smiled and didn't reply as he drank more of the soup.

"Anyway, I finished my algebra homework for the next week and a half, so I decided it would be alright to take a break. Would you like to watch something with me?"

"Sure," Roman said. He glanced at his little brother. "You can put on one of those space documentaries you like. I'm too sleepy and out of it to appreciate any shows I'd pick, anyway."

Recognizing the gesture as a peace offering that meant more than any apology, Logan nodded. "Come out to the living room when you're ready. I'll make sure that there are plenty of blankets out for you. And I'll put on some water for lemon and honey tea."

"Gross," Roman said half-heartedly.

"It will help with your cough," Logan insisted.

"I know, I know." There was a brief pause. "Okay, I'll be out in a minute."

Logan nodded. "I'll wait for you," he said, and went out into the living room to pick something to watch that Roman wouldn't hate. He would try, at least. His brother had absolutely no taste.

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If You Were Mine

Summary: Your best friend Namjoon hates your boyfriend because he hurts you, but more because he wishes you were his instead.

A/n: I dreamed this. Why? Bc Kim Namjoon is coming for my throat on the daily. I think it was inspired by a reaction request because I was outlining it yesterday

Warnings: Smut, angst, unprotected sex (USE A CONDOM), oral (female receiving), many feelings, your boyfriend is a big big jerk (abuse tw but not really like you think, ig?), fluffy ending tho

Word Count:1971

It's nearly daylight when you're finally able to get home. You're exhausted, eyes burning from exhaustion and crying.

You've just brushed your teeth and washed your face and changed into a comfy, off the shoulder sweatshirt when your doorbell rings.

You groan. You've completely forgotten today is Sunday, and every Sunday you and your best friend Namjoon drink Starbucks and watch the sunrise. It's really the best part of your week, but after the night you'd had, you hope he's okay with a raincheck.

Things had been rocky between you and your long term boyfriend for months, but last night had been the worst. He'd gotten way too drunk at a party and pushed you while you were arguing. He hadn't even pushed you hard, but you'd been surprised and fallen on the counter, bruising your collarbone and the side of your breast.

He'd tried to apologize but you were done, had to Uber home, and now you just wanted to lie in your bed and get some rest.

You open the door without thinking, knowing without a doubt that it's Namjoon.

It is, of course, holding out your Starbucks with a dimpled smile, but when he sees your red-rimmed eyes and puffy face his smile fades.

"Y/n, baby, what happened?"

He pushes inside and you let him, too tired to protest.

He's looking at you almost anxiously, and you unconsciously pick at the collar of your sweater because the material scratches at the bruise.

You hear Namjoon's sharp intake of breath and then feel his gentle fingers on your collarbone.

You just watch as he takes a step closer, eyes trained on your bare shoulder and the blue purple bruise spreading over your collarbone.

He tugs your sweater down to see how far the bruise goes, and his eyes widen at the purplish tint to the swell of your breast.

"Namjoon..." You start, but then he leans down to kiss you there, lips so soft against your skin that you can't help the sigh that passes your lips.

You don't know if it's the exhaustion, the hangover, or just how sweetly and gently Namjoon trailed kisses up the outer swell of your breast to your collar, but tears spill down your cheeks.

When he speaks, it's muffled against your skin.

"He did this, didn't he?"

His words are calm, but his voice is impossibly deep and almost shaking, as if he were struggling to hold back.

"He didn't mean to," you whimper, and it sounds like a weak excuse even to your ears.

Namjoon straightens slowly, rolling his neck on his shoulders the way he often did when he was tense or angry.

"Where's he sleeping it off this time, Y/n?

"I..I don't know."

He sets his jaw. "Fine," he says curtly, "don't tell me. I'll find him."

He turns and you grab his hand to stop him.

"I fell," you say lamely, and you see his shoulders stiffen.

"Please don't lie for him," he says quietly, not looking at you.

You tug at his arm desperately.

"I'm not!"

You aren't sure if what you say next is meant to keep him out of trouble or because you really mean it, but you think it's a little of both.

"Please don't go, Joon. I need you."

He turns to you then and pulls you into his arms. You bury your face in his chest, crying, and he murmurs in soothing tones while he strokes your hair.

"I'm sorry," you hiccup, and he cracks your face in his hands.

"Don't you ever be sorry. I'll always be here for you, okay?"

Your head is spinning at his scent, the warmth of his skin, how safe he makes you feel and you don't think before you lean up on your toes and kiss him softly.

He moans low in his throat, arms moving around your waist, but he doesn't kiss you back.

"Don't," he almost whispers.

You're exhausted and emotional and your words come out in a whimper.

"You don't want me?"

He rolls his head on his shoulders again, setting his jaw.

"I want you so bad it hurts, Y/n, but not like this. Not when you need comfort."

"I just need you," you whisper, to hell with the consequences, it's true.

You tug his arm, leading him to the bedroom, and he follows reluctantly, frowning a bit.

You pull off your sweater, wearing nothing but black panties underneath, and he looks away as if he shouldn't be looking, hesitant.

You sit down on the bed, feeling exposed and vulnerable, but making no move to cover yourself.

"I'm sorry," you say again, voice meek. "I don't know how you feel or what you're thinking right now, I just-"

He's hovering over you in an instant and you lie back instinctively and he leans close to your face, placing your hand on his heart, where it's pounding too rapidly.

"I feel too much," he admits, eyes dark and earnest, "It scares me how much I want to breathe you in, because I don't know what I'll do when you go back to him."

You lean up and kiss him again, harder, and he protests against your mouth even as he kisses you back, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You're looking up at him with tears in your eyes when he pulls away and he shakes his head, smiling softly.

"You break my heart, you know that? Every time you look at me like that, it breaks my heart. If you were mine, you'd never shed another tear."

He skates his hands down your body and you're trembling instantly.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, and when he slides off your panties you lift your hips gratefully.

He slides down, kissing you open mouthed all over, and you feel like you're going to burst out of your skin when he settles his mouth on your clit, sucking gently, caressing your thighs when you cry out.

"Joon.... please..."

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you."

He focuses on giving you what you need, and he slips a long finger inside of you and curls upward once, twice, never slowing his tongue and then you're gripping his thick hair, legs shaking, riding out your orgasm by bucking your hips against his face.

He's kissing your thigh, your knee, your stomach, and he lies beside you while you pant, looking over at you with a fond smile.

You thought you'd feel embarrassed or guilty after it was over, but all you feel is grateful and happy and despite how exhausted you are you roll on top of him, straddling his hips, unbuttoning his shirt with deft fingers.

"Whoa, whoa, baby, I just wanted to make you feel good, you don't have to..."

He's protesting but you can hear his breath hitch in his throat, his hands instinctively going to grasp your hips.

He's so hard beneath you that you can't help grinding into him and he bites his lip, letting out a muffled groan.

You open his shirt and run your hands over his bronze chest and lean down to kiss his throat.

When you lean up and go to unbutton his jeans, he stills your hands and you frown at him.

"You don't have to...I wasn't expecting..."

"Namjoon. Shut up."

He let's go of your hands and you get his jeans unzipped and pull down his boxer briefs, eyes widening a bit at his size.

Just like before, you let your body take over and do what you want, rocking forward and sliding your wetness up his cock and he bucks his hips beneath you.

He says your name like a prayer, voice low and husky, and when you look at him you expect his eyes to be on your body but he's looking at your face, pupils blown wide.

"I don't know if I can do this," he says, and you can't help but chuckle, raising an eyebrow at how his hips twitch when you move against him.

"You can't tell me you don't want me," you tease.

His hands tighten on your hips and he shakes his head.

"I've never wanted anything as much as I want you," he says, and your heart skips a beat. "But not...not just this, Y/n."

His voice is uncharacteristically hesitant as he continues.

"I want all of it. All of you. But I'm afraid that getting just one part...it'll kill me with hoping to one day have the rest, you know?"

You look at him for a moment, and his face is wide open, eyes almost raw with emotion.

"Do you want me to stop?" You ask, softly.

He searches your face, as if considering, and then takes a ragged breath.

"Fuck it," he says in a low, almost dangerous tone, and you squeal as he flips you over with a dimpled smirk.

He slides into you quickly and you cry out at the sudden stretch, clenching around him involuntarily.

"Oh my God," he breathes, still looking down into your eyes. "You feel better than I could have ever imagined, baby.”

You smile at him and wrap your legs around him, urging him to move because you feel like you might explode if he doesn’t.

He’s quiet when he starts to fuck you harder, his eyes moving between your face and where you connect, sweat gleaming off his body, and when you reach your hand down to rub your clit he almost growls in his throat, eyes flashing with lust as he speeds up to help you reach another climax.

He leans close to you and right as you come he whispers into your ear.

“I love you so much, Y/n.” 

He’s breathing hard and you realize you’ve reached a mutual climax, something that’s never happened to you before.

He seems to suddenly realize what’s going on and his eyes widen as he looks down.

You giggle a little. “Don’t worry, Joon, I’ve been on the pill for years.”

He sighs in relief and rolls off you with a groan.

You go to the bathroom and pad into the living room, looking for your sweater because it’s cold.

Your phone rings, loud, and it’s the song you’d chosen for your boyfriend’s contact. You wince a little, knowing that Namjoon knows that ringtone, and sure enough, he emerges from your bedroom, peeking around the door frame with a frown, shirtless, hair mussed from sex, and he looks so good you bite your lip unconsciously. 

You throw your sweater back on and grab the phone.

 “I’ll be right back!” You yell as you open your apartment door and pad out into the hallway.

You’re on the phone for maybe 5 minutes, but when you open the door Namjoon’s shirt is half buttoned and he’s putting on his shoes, sitting on the couch.

You sit next to him and he won’t look at you.

“Hey, Joon-”

“You don’t have to explain. I get it. I knew this would happen. I just...I might need a little time, yeah? I’ll always be here for you if you need me, but just...I don’t know if I can see you for a couple of days.” 

His voice is hoarse and when you put your hand on his thigh he looks at you and his eyes are wet.

“Kim Namjoon, what the hell are you talking about?”

He nods toward your phone in your hand. 

“I know you’ll go back to him, and I understand. I mean, I don’t, because he’s an asshole and you deserve so much better..”

“Namjoon!” You almost yell, and he stops talking, just looking at you, biting the insides of his cheeks.

“Shut up.” You say, again, a repeat of earlier, and then you kiss him.

His dimpled smile when he pulls away could brighten even your darkest day.

[1800-seungshine]

i’m serious.

member: ong seongwoo genre(s): fluff, romance, college!au   summary: there are numerous perks of being his teasing, mischievous self but one disadvantage? he can’t seriously say how he truly likes you. (bullet point format) word count: 1.9k

note: ok so this is not a requested scenario but rather something my mind has been bothering me about for a long time and i need to dump it somewhere or else i can’t do anything else lmao. lowkey inspired by one of my favourite songs (click here) bc day6 songs are life and need more love and attention < 3 

p.s. i’m sorry if i haven’t posted a scenario recently, i got sick and while laying in bed watching wanna one videos is fun, not writing bc of a constant headache that made me take so many naps (which i don’t really regret ehehe) made me sad :’(( 

ong seongwoo

first thing people think of is his good looks 

i mean just take a look at his face

one smile and congratulations! you just turned into a puddle

but y’all srsly do you even know how good looking he is like oh my god 

the next thing people remember is his lit ass humour 

he’s the funniest guy you’ve ever seen 

besides, his humour was why you both got closer 

you weren’t necessarily the most social person in the world 

but he was 

and it was that one class that you shared together where everyone knows who he is

yet somehow he takes the seat right next to you 

“the other seats weren’t appealing enough. someone with looks as good as mine needs a chair that represents his shining visuals.”

ok first of all,,, 

what a c0cky hoe

usually guys who say such pretentious things would have met your fist but there was something different about him

and achievement unlocked! ong seongwoo made you laugh 

might not be a big deal to other people but your laugh indicated a lot more to him 

bc if he can make you laugh in one go you’re instantly his friend

hence the beginning of your blooming friendship 

eventually you ended up looking forward to that class bc seongwoo was there 

even if he did distract you all the time by pulling weird ass faces

and whispering jokes to make you laugh 

but that was the joy of befriending a guy like him 

really, it wasn’t that hard for you to get along with seongwoo

so what was simple class interactions became lunch hangouts to study sessions and everything in between 

you two matched each other really well 

you always laugh at his jokes

he drags you to his adventures 

you have a sense of humour that blended with his 

he has the funniest memes to combat your savage remarks 

you would always help him when it came to anything 

and he knows how to instantly cheer you up 

your best friend has to grab ice cream before she can hear you rant

yet when it came to seongwoo all it took was one mobile phone and fingers rapidly typing in allcaps to emphasise the anger in your body

and you’d feel a million times better bc he had the funniest replies that makes you happier than eating your favourite flavour of ice cream

so is ong snatching the best friend title??

yeah probably 

and while you two may consider yourselves as close friends

it doesn’t seem to be that way to the eyes of others  

the amount of times you and seongwoo have been assumed as a couple became so endless to the point where you two gave up on counting

and seongwoo being the prick he is eventually played along to people’s assumptions by wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “come on babe, i don’t want you falling for other guys.” he’d teasingly say, sending a cheeky wink before he’d drag you elsewhere

he does it anywhere, no matter who you two were with, just to tease you

you: you’re such a little prick, ong - i’m gonna end up jumped on by your admirers >:(

seongwoo: whoops my bad  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

you: smh you’re deleted bye. i hate you so much-

seongwoo: love you too y/n ;) 

the closeness of your friendship was so tight that it was ultimately questioned by everyone else 

and kang daniel were one of the few who had enough of simply pondering and presuming so he bluntly asked you when he invited you to sit with him for lunch one day

“y/n....are you dating seongwoo hyung?” 

you were about to spit the water you were drinking at him bc of the sudden topic but you hurriedly gulped the water down, lightly choking along the way 

“is this a new approach on conversation starters?” you asked after having a coughing fit, “because i’m rating it a zero.” 

“no, i’m genuinely asking; nearly everyone on campus think that you two have something going on and i can see why they think that way.” daniel pointed out. 

you let out a seemingly forced chuckle as your eyes land on seongwoo who stood across the vicinity, surrounded by swarms of girls 

seeing the sight of seongwoo smiling and laughing with other girls, you pushed the giddy feelings aside by instantly shooting it down with your denial before you discreetly point at him 

“turn around,” you told daniel who obediently followed your instruction to observe his best friend for a minute before his attention returned to you

“see? ong treats me like that too, there’s nothing special - we’re just friends.” 

you took your gaze away from seongwoo to get rid of the sudden heaviness in your heart and met with daniel’s confused expression as he scratched his head.

“really...? but it doesn’t seem that way to me though.... i’ve known seongwoo for a long time and the way he treats you is different. for me at least.”

“daniel, what are you talking about?” 

“ah, forget it.” daniel remarked as he ruffled his hair, mumbling a little to himself before digging into his food, “hopefully you figure it out.” 

time skip bloop bloop

“hey, seongwoo!” 

a voice calls out to him and quickly he spins around, hoping that you’d be there

even if he already knew from the start that the voice didn’t resemble yours, disappointment still washes over him as he realises that it wasn’t you

but rather it was your best friend approaching him 

“y/n doesn’t feel well so she can’t come to today’s lecture but can you please take notes for her?” 

(ngl i got inspired by my flu and overall inability to properly breathe) 

the neutral expression on his face is visibly replaced with worry, “is she okay? what happened?” 

“she just needs to rest - i have to go now, my class is starting soon.” 

“wait!”  “the passcode’s 0000. bye seongwoo!” 

seongwoo furrows his brows together in confusion, “how did she know i was going to ask that...?” 

meanwhile you were casually dying on the sofa with multiple blankets wrapped around you

your best friend was the one who got you in the living room in the first place as you couldn’t get up in the morning

and before she could leave for her classes, she forced you to eat and made sure that you drink medicine 

(#bffgoals)

now you’re just cuddling a tissue box as you try to watch television

but there’s a sudden knock on the door and you hear the door opening 

believing your best friend came back, you rise from your resting position, “oh why are you back so earl-” you abruptly end your sentence as you see who came entered in

“seongwoo...?”

“you look like a sad burrito.”

“i’m going to take that as a compliment,” you say with a sniffle, “what are you doing here?” 

he simply lifts up the plastic bags he’s been holding, “i’m here to take care of you, what else?”

“don’t you have other classes to attend?” 

seongwoo places the bags on the table, gently pushing you back down on the sofa as he kneels beside you

“first class was our lecture so i took notes and left as soon as it finished,” you watch him speak as his hand reaches out to touch your forehead, letting it sit there for a few seconds, “you have a slight fever...”

you remain silent as you observe his face at a closer glance; your gaze travelling from his eyes, his nose, the constellation moles adorning his face and down to his lips before you find yourself looking back at those dark brown eyes staring right at you

and suddenly you’re unable to breathe even more than your current condition was letting you.

bc in that moment, you finally accepted how much you liked seongwoo 

that it wasn’t even out of friendship anymore 

and knowing that you got caught, you begin to hide under the covers from embarrassment as you try to calm your palpitating heart

“oh my god, ong get out.” 

“but i just came??” 

“i’m just sick, this is nothing - i’m fine. my heart’s fine.” you ignore the fact that seongwoo’s presence still remains in the room as you talk to yourself under the blankets 

until he pulls it away from you and your eyes immediately land on the person you last wanted to see that day 

“what? are you okay, y/n?” 

you grab the blankets once again and hide yourself from him, “no i’m not okay. i practically look and sound dead, don’t do this to me”

“do what? we’re both dead inside- come on, just look at me and tell me what’s wrong.” 

“no thank you. i already caught the flu, i don’t need a broken heart.” 

“and what makes you think that way?”

words fail to escape your mouth as you’re unable to reply and you both fall into complete silence 

seongwoo takes this opportunity to hold onto the blankets and gently pull it away from you, “what makes you think you’ll have a broken heart?” he questions

although you’ve seen his serious side a number of times, it still sends chills down your spine 

because you know that this time he isn’t kidding 

you finally sit up curling into a ball, “because i’m just a friend - nothing more, nothing less.” 

you feel him sitting down beside you and you avoid his stare as much as possible by looking at the television that became a mere background music since seongwoo’s arrival 

his soft chuckle rings sweetly into your ear, “what’s so funny? did you just think of a weird joke in your head again?” you casually ask, pretending like nothing happened a few minutes ago.

“it’s funny because i don’t treat friends with coffee every morning. 

i don’t spend money to go cinemas just to watch a movie with friends, especially when there’s just two of us 

i also don’t think i’d spend fifty bucks in an arcade to cheer up a friend

nor do i send my friends pick up lines to brighten their day 

and of course, i don’t ditch daniel for friends. 

so if i ditch daniel for you then you’re very special to me - a lot more special than daniel himself and that’s a lot for me to say because that guy is like my brotp,, my soulmate even.” 

after his words sink into your head, you realise that everything seongwoo has listed 

he’s done them for you 

“so how many times have you ditched daniel?” you ask as you turn your head to him, instantly caught in his stare as you realise that he had been staring at you this entire time.

“never.” he starts off, “but for you? countless of times.” 

you feel your cheeks heat up and you were sure that it wasn’t your fever acting up, “i hate you, ong. do you know that?” you tell him. 

you hated him because of what he was doing to you.

you hated him because of what you were feeling towards him 

you hated him because you were falling for him

and you hated him because of the next words he says 

“i love you too, y/n.” he simply says as his lips curve upwards into a heartwarming smile as his gaze never leave you 

“and this time, i’m serious.” 

[white-noise-fiction]

One And Only

A/n: Hey, long time no post right? Anyways this is something I wrote while I was at school today. I know I’ve never posted AHS before but all the fanfiction I find for this fandom is lame so I made my own. I’m trying to ease back into writing by doing shit that I want to so hope you guys understand and enjoy. Also, don't @ me about romanticism or whatever bc I literally don’t fucking care and I write what I want to bye XX

To say we were different was an understatement. She was beautiful and pure, like daisies a meadow. But I was dark and aggressive, like the storm that came to wash away the sanctuary. I loved her, I longed for her, she was all that I wanted in life. She wasn't like any other girl that walked the halls of this shit-hole of a high school. Y/n was always so nice to everyone. She was popular, but down to earth at the same time. The fact that she ever gave me the time of day blew my mind.

We'd lock eyes while walking down the hall. She'd smile at me and wave as she walked with her friends. I'd always smile and look down at my feet, unable to look her in the eyes for too long. It went on like that for weeks until I finally got the courage to talk to her. She was standing at her locker, pulling a book out of her backpack. I walked up to her slowly, tapping her shoulder gently. She turned around to face me, eyes lighting up as she realized who she was looking at.

“Tate,” She spoke softly. Her red coated lips were contorted into a smile. “What's up?” She asked. I swallowed hard, feeling my cheeks flare up as a wave of anxiety flushed over me.

“I, um, well,” I stuttered, rubbing the back of my head as I tried to find the words I needed. “Would you like to go out with me?” I blurted out. She raised her brow slightly which didn't ease my panic.

“Awe, of course, I would.” She was so cheery, which was the exact opposite of what I had intended.

“Holy shit. Alright. I'll pick you up tomorrow night at seven.” I said while exhaling a laugh. She smiled and nodded before kicking her locker closed.

“It's a date.”

-

Months went by and we did everything that normal couples did. We'd go on dates, we'd make out in the movie theater, we'd even go on midnight drives on Saturdays. The only thing we hadn't done, was fuck. Which I was cool with, I didn't want to rush her, but I would be lying if I said I didn't want her. I thought about it every time we were together, but she never said anything, so neither did I.

Then one day it was like a switch was flipped inside of her. She walked up to me in the library. She had my Nirvana t-shirt on with a blue flannel and jeans. She looks so good, I bit my lip just thinking about skipping class to take her home.

“Tate.” She said in a tone of voice I'd never heard from her. She closed the book I was reading before looking around to see if anyone was around. She leaned in and cupped her hand around my ear before speaking. “Meet me in here during sixth period. Don't be late.” She sunk her teeth into my earlobe briefly, but it still sent chills down my spine. I just watched her, dumbstruck as she walked away. By the time I realized my jaw was hanging open, she was gone.

A few hours went by and it was finally time for me to meet up with her. I walked into the library which was dark now. It wasn't unusual seeing as how the library always closed early on Friday. Y/n was the only volunteer for this period so I knew she was around here somewhere.

“Y/n!” I called out.

“Over here!” She said. I could tell she was over in the poetry section. She always sat over there to read and rearrange the Emily Dickinson books. I walked up to the aisle, squatting down when I got to her. She placed the book in her hands into its correct space before turning to me. “I'm ready for you Tate.” She was so straightforward, it took me off guard. Even with minimal context, I knew what she meant. I just didn't know why.

“B-but Y/n,” I started, trying to laugh off my surprise. “Why here why now? I mean don't get me wrong… I think about it a lot, like maybe too much. But I'm confused…” I trailed, furring my brows slightly before looking down at her. She just smiled. As if a smile was all it took to answer my questions.

“Because I love this place, Tate… but not as much as I love you. I always feel so… safe in here!” She said, throwing up her arms to gesture to the towering bookcases that shielded us from the rest of the room. “I always feel so safe with you. I trust you.” She said while reaching to grab my hand.

Those words made heart drop into the pit of my stomach, but I held her hand anyway. I was gonna give her what she wanted. “I'll be gentle, I promise.” I murmured while leaning in to place my chapped pink lips over her soft red coated ones. She hummed softly as I slithered my tongue between her lips, rolling it over hers slowly. My hand slid up her back until my fingers were intertwined with her beautiful hair. I tugged it gently, just the way she liked. She let out a soft moan as my lips pecked hers before migrating towards her neck. I left butterfly kisses down to her soft spot. I always knew when I was there because she'd clutch my arm and bite her lip.

“T-Tate.” She groaned softly as I wrapped my lips around her warm flesh. I hummed softly before starting to suck on the area. “Fuck.” She whimpered, obviously trying to control her voice. My hands moved up to her shoulders, pushing the flannel down her arms and onto the floor. I sunk my teeth into her neck, causing her to hiss. Her hands were not on my belt buckle, struggle to pull it open. She was more eager than I'd anticipated, but I liked it. Pulled away while licking my lips, gazing at my artwork on the canvas that was her neck. A deep purple and blue bruise with slight yellow and blue undertones. It was like some galaxy bullshit you'd see in a science textbook.

She reached down to pull her top from her body, dropping it on the floor next to her flannel. She didn't have a bra on and I couldn't stop myself from looking at her chest. “Touch me, Tate.” She whispered while grabbing my wrist. Y/n brought my hand to her breast, letting my squeeze and bounce as she watched my expressions.

“Fuck, Y/n. You're perfect.” I mumbled under my breath before meeting eyes with her again. She giggled slightly before leaning in to place her lips on my neck. I shuttered upon contact, letting my eyes flutter shut moments later. She left hot open mouthed kisses up to my jaw, snaking her hand into the bottom on my t-shirt as she did so. “Holy shit,” I groaned, placing my hand on the small of her back to bring her closer.

“Fuck me, Tate.” She mumbled against my skin. I nodded my head rapidly reaching down to pull my shirt off. I tossed it on top of hers before laying down on the floor, using my elbows for support. She crawled onto my lap, straddling me as I placed my hands on her waist. She smiled as she hiked her mini skirt up, pulling her panties down hastily. I bit my lip watching as she placed them on top of m shirt.  

“Did you mean it when you said you felt safe around me?” I asked as she tugged my jeans down with my boxer. She nodded her head before looking down at me.

“Of course I do. I know you'd never hurt me.” She said so confidently. I smiled at her. She was so sweet and naive, but that's what I loved about her. The ignorance of innocence. “That's why I want you to be my first…”

“I wanna be your only, Y/n,” I said seriously. She bit her lip and nodded her head. I knew she knew what I meant by that. I leaned back against the bookcase as she took my dick in her hands. She gave it a few half-hearted pumps before raising her hip upward. I help her skirt up with one hand so we could see what she was doing. She slowly slid down, face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I knew the only reason she took the whole thing at once was cause she was eager to please me. I placed my spare hand on her hip for guidance. “F-fuck, you're doing great baby.” I groaned, trying to keep my composure as best as I could.

She placed both her hands on my shoulders, slowly starting to roll her hips against mine. Her lips were parted as she let her eyes flutter shut. She let her head fall back slightly as all the remaining pain turned to ecstasy. “Tate, oh my god.” She cried out, starting to pick up the pace a bit. “H-hold my hand.” She stuttered while holding her hand up. I took her hand in my own, squeezing it tightly.

“Don't stop, baby. You're taking my dick so well.” I said, trying to encourage her. I knew by the way she groaned that she was into my dirty talk. “My little slut, yeah? Not so innocent after all.” I said under my breath.

“Jesus Christ!” She squealed, rolling her hips faster. I couldn't help but buck my hips up to meet hers. She gasped rapidly, closing her eyes tightly.

“Ohh you like that?” I asked, bucking my hips up harder. “Like when I fuck your tight little cunt like that? I know you do princess.” I growled. She shivered against my body, doing her best to keep up with my rhythm. “I've wanted to do this for so long, Y/n. You don't even fucking know!” I grunted, bucking my hips harder with each word.

“Tate!” She screamed. “I can't, I'm-” I hushed her abruptly.

“I know Y/n, me too. Just wait a second. Wait till I say.” I ordered her. She nodded her head waiting for my say so. I knew she burning up inside, her face gave her away. I bucked my hips a few more times before clenching my eyes shut. “Fuck! Now now now!” I chanted, cumming hard inside of her. She whimpered softly cumming just as harshly as I did. I was breathless. All I could feel was my heart pounding out of my chest and her fingertips tracing hearts into my pale shoulders. “That was amazing, Y/n.”

“I love you so much, Tate.” She mumbled.

“I love you too.”

That next Monday rolled around and I just couldn't take it anymore. Nobody truly knows what it's like until they're in that position. Walking down the halls, taking out everyone that ever tried to take you out. Shooting them in the back with perfect aim as if they had targets on their backs. My boots squeaked against the tile floor as the fluorescent lights flickered overhead. I roamed the halls looking for my next victim, already had taken my vendetta out on the people who I hated the most. Now I wanted to have fun. I reloaded my gun before kicking open the door of the library. One by one I took out kids who begged for their lives. Begged for their lives after raising hell in mine. A cheerleader, a bad boy, a nerd, a jock, a goth. But even after killing them, I knew someone else was here. The grand prize target. My love. My life. Y/n.

“Don't hide from me, my love,” I said while reloading. “What happened to trusting me? Don't you still trust me, Y/n?” I asked while pacing towards the poetry section. She screamed and backed herself against the wall, covering her face with her hands. “Tate! Please! Please don't do this. You don't have to do this! I love you, Tate!”

I tilted my head as if I were a confused puppy. “I love you too Y/n. But you don't understand. I can't let anyone else hurt you. I can't let anyone have you. So I'm gonna make sure that I'm your only, okay?” I said while raising the gun to her.

“Tate please!” She screamed out, pulling her hands away from her face to look me in the eyes. Her eyes were so full of fear. I didn't see any love anymore. I shook my head slightly before shooting her in the stomach. She gasped as the shock overcame the pain. The placed her hands over the bloody wound. I knelt down in front of her, dropping the gun as I tucked her hair behind her ear.

“I'll see you soon beautiful.” I murmured before pecking her lips softly. “My one and only.”

[minhothebighoe]

CRUSH (Reader x Woojin)

Summary: Anonymous asked “Hi I saw that you’re taking requests hehe.. can I request where you and woojin are crushing on each other and he decided to confess to you on your birthday (bc my birthday is on the 24th so yeah) thank you!

A/N: So I decided to write the first request early because I couldn’t focus on any of my studying for my psych class! This wasn’t even going to be started till the 20th but oh well why not ! I hope it’s okay please don’t hate me, criticism is much appreciated ! also requests are still open!

Pairings: Park Woojin x Reader

Word Count: 2.1 k

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I woke up completely startled, and my heart pumping loudly from the obnoxious alarm clock that sat upon my nightstand, it sent a small vibration of crippling anxiety through my entire body and caused me to slightly panic. No matter how many times I hear the chiming bells or the rapid beeps, I never have once gotten used to the god awful sounds that shout in my ear. Everyday this almost seemed like routine, and it also seemed like it was getting harder to endure.

However, today I was determined to make difference and change the variety of my usual lifestyle. I could feel the excitement deep within, formulating inside my bones. Why, you might be asking? Well today is my birthday, and to be honest I’m usually not one to get enthusiastic about them because they’re really just like every other day. Although, this one I'm feeling a slight adrenaline rush, massive butterflies, and all those other cutesy feelings you get when the person you admire asks you out. 

That’s right, I got asked out by the one and only Park Woojin, one of the most praised and beloved figures in my hometown, aka my wonderful friend, and we’re going to be hanging out on my ‘day of birth’if you want to call it that. How special do you think I feel?

I’ve known Woojin for quite a while, ever since grade school, however it wasn’t until high school that I actually started to fall for him and his adorably shy as well as humorous personality. He’d always be there for me when I needed him to be my ‘shoulder’ to cry on when a bad break up, grade, or situation in general, had come in to cause my happiness to shatter. He would always pick up the broken pieces and fix them back together no matter how damaged they were. He is one of the only people I’ve known to truly and 100 percent care for me. 

I don’t know if Woojin feelings even match close to mine, or if he feels the same connection and electricity I do. I don’t know if he gets that strange sensation in the pit of his stomach when our eyes lock, or that rush of euphoria when our hands smoothly and accidentally glide on one another’s. What about that firey feeling that burns hot when we hug? I wonder if he thinks about my smile or how much he wants to kiss me. Or....

What if 

he just sees me as a friend?

What if that’s all this is, a platonic friendship where our feelings don’t even mutually agree?

I took a sudden glance at my alarm clock to check the time, it was 10 am. 

10 am....?

Fuck im gonna be late! 

I got up and quickly ran to the bathroom, knowing I already took a shower before bed, I took my hair out of the messy braids that were practically already falling apart. I ran a quick hand through the intricately bedraggled mop that laid on my head to massage out the chaotic tangles and try oh so desperately to make it deem presentable. After about 10 minutes of trying to decide which side looked better to part my hair with, I decided enough was enough and that I looked somewhat decent.

 I applied my makeup lightly and decided to add some strawberry lip gloss to finish the look and add a little more color to my dry pale lips. As soon as I was satisfied with my appearance I wasted no time to get to my closet to try and find an appealing outfit. 

I felt like I must’ve tried on a billion different combinations of clothes and somehow everything seemed to not be feeling or fitting the way I wanted it too. Finally after a while, I again, decided that I did not have enough time to waste, and went with a pair of striped high wasted shorts, a black vans crop top and some white converse. 

And as if perfect timing was actually a thing, that’s when I heard it....

knock knock

I felt my heart skip a beat or two in that moment, and my stomach flutter with a radiant feeling mixed with pure nervousness. Woojin was here and waiting at my front door for me, and there I was standing completely frozen in excitement. 

I took a deep breath to prepare myself, and rushed down the doorway were my “knight in shining armor” was waiting just 10 feet away outside. I started to reach for the knob to the door, and as my hand got closer to connecting with the shiny metal, the more I thought about the possibilities of what could occur. Some thoughts were positive, while unfortunatly, some were more negative. However, before I had time to think anymore my body acted before my brain and opened the wooden frame where I came face to face with my ultimate crush. 

Sure I’ve hung out with Woojin plenty of times, but there was something about him recently that has caused me to act like a complete lovestruck fool when I’m around his being. Even though I’ve been trying to hide it, I can’t help but feel like somehow it’s more than obvious, especially to him.  

“H-hi.” I smiled sheepishly, hiding halfway behind the door, I could feel the pink hue starting to form upon my cheeks as I stared at my feet. I tried not to look him in the face because  the butterflies were already starting to storm inside my aching belly, but I opened the door because I had to let him in at some point. 

He looked so good, amazing in fact. He wore a white teeshirt that hung loose upon his frame along with a red zip hoodie over it, with some light wash jeans that clung to the shape of his sculpted thighd.The outfit was finished off with some white high top vans. He smiled a huge grin, his adorable snaggletooth showing, causing me to mentally squeal at how cute and wholesome he is. His hair, oh my god don’t get me started on how perfect it is, like how? 

“(Y/N) Happy Birthday!, I’ve missed you” 

He smiled softly at me while his eyes looked deep into mine, he came closer to where I was with his arms stretched out wide and open, practically inviting me to feel the warmth of his presence. I leaned in while he engulfed my body into his, his muscles contracted around my lower back as he squeezed to pull me in tighter. He rested his head on top of mine, and all I could think of is if he could feel the beating of my heart, and hear my loud embarrassing thoughts.

I giggled, intoxicated by the pureness of his existence and all the love he had to offer. 

“Thank you. I wouldn’t want to spend my birthday with anyone else.”

 I placed my head on his chest, and I could hear the beating of his steady heart and the contractions of his solid breathing as his chest raised slowly up and down. Strange how calm he is, while I feel like my mind is going to explode out of my body. 

We stood in that position for a couple more minutes before he sadly broke away to pull out a tiny little blue box out of his pocket. He told me to stick out my hands and cup them together so he could place the container in the center of my palms . I looked at him with a confused expression, but secretly this small gesture made me extremely curious to what he had spent his time and money on for me.

“Park Woojin,” I said sternly, placing my hands on my hips trying to act serious,“ I told you not to get me anything,”  

Woojin focused his eyes on my face, and laughed cutely at my attempt to scold him. I pouted playfully while looking at his dark beautiful eyes, then at the box that rested upon my hands. 

“Well are you just gonna stare at it or are you going to open it?” 

“oh there’s more?! I was so happy with this beautiful box!” I said sarcastically, and we both laughed at my lame excuse for a joke. 

I rubbed my finger over the velvety material of the box, it was a longer more rectangular shape, and weighed light. I bit my lip and lifted the lid to find a beautiful, sterling silver bracelet. As I looked closer, as if it wasn’t already amazing enough, I spotted the initials ‘P.W’ carved onto a charm. 

My mind went blank for a brief second, and it felt like I forgot how to do anything for a moment. 

“Oh my gosh Woojin.... it’s... it’s beautiful.”

I felt tears start to well up in my eyes, and my lip quiver in delight. The fact that he used his time and resources to buy me something so beautiful and deeply sentimental, brought more than joy to my heart. 

“I was gonna wait to give it to you after I took you out, but (Y/N)....” I looked into woojin’s eyes. “I have something to tell you, and... I don’t know how to say it, but I seriously can’t wait any longer, if I do it’s going to kill me.”

oh my god....

“For the longest time, ever since I met you, I knew we had a deep connection towards one another. I always knew that you were so special and different than any other person that I’ve ever met,” My body was shaking, holy shit. “I was honestly too scared to ever tell you because I did not want to ruin our friendship, but my god anybody I have ever gone out with doesn’t even compare to you,”

He took a step closer to me, we were practically in each other’s personal vicinity, but I don’t think either one of us really cared. He took his hand and softly placed it on my cheek looking soothingly down into my eyes, it was as though an angel had touched my soul. All I could do was stand there and capture this moment we had just created, and the beauty of it all and

....of him. 

“God, you make me so happy that I get a certain feeling that only generates when you’re around me. Your smile literally brightens my entire day, and your heart is so big and pure, and wow....just wow I don’t know what I would even do without you.” he stated.

At this point a tear had fallen from my eye and escaped down to Woojin’s fingertip, off onto the floor evaporating in a quick disappearance. I smiled, and relished in his gentle yet reassuring touch. No one in my entire life has ever made me feel this complete and so good about myself the way Woojin did. 

he leaned in closer till his forehead was touching mine, I could feel the warmth of his skin heating up as he looked into my damp eyes, waiting for my response. I giggled at how damn cute he was and wrapped my arms firmly around his neck. 

“Park Woojin, never have I felt more safe and secure with anyone in my entire life. You are the most thoughtful person, and have given me strength when I literally thought the world was going to collapse.” we both laughed like we were high, and in a way we were, “As dramatic as that sounds, it’s completely true. You are.... my angel.” 

Woojin leaned down until his lips hovered over mine, and I felt his long eyelashes flutter and tickle my red hot skin. His warm breath lingered, and I felt every ounce of air on the tip of my mouth causing goosebumps to arise on my body.  He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me in not wasting a second, before softly kissing me. Even though it was sweet, it was filled with a feverish passion that I couldn’t understand. I felt heat build up in the pit of my stomach as our lips molded together perfectly. It was so hot I felt almost feverish, as his hands moved around massaging my back. 

I placed my palms on his hard chest, capturing every sweet moment his sweet lips had to offer. 

He pulled his head back before placing it on my forehead again, playing with my hair on his fingertips. 

“I’ve wanted to ask you this for the...longest time, ever since high school actually, and I can’t wait a second longer, but (Y/N) (L/N).......” he bit his lip till it turned almost a pale white color, “will you please be my girlfriend?.... We can do all the cute stuff that couples do, like I don’t know... basically the same stuff we do now?” 

I giggled, because that high feeling was making it’s return. Everything that has happened had my brain sending electrical impulses all across my body, causing me to feel energetic. 

“Park Woojin, I’ve waited since high school for you to ask me, and I have been waiting way to long to say yes.” 

Happy birthday to me.