#and while her mom left in a good note she understands why they never want her near iris again

[cheemken]

Steven being the only one with an okay-ish parent is meannn. Gave the other champions either trauma or daddy/mommy issues that won’t get resolved, but Steven gets to have an actual dad lmao

Also I really like the idea that Iris’ parents were teen parents/very early twenties that didn’t think they could handle the responsibility of a child or didn’t want to put their life on hold for her

The way I see it happening is that Iris gets asked to be in an interview, perhaps 5-7 years after she became champion. It’s one of those interviews where the celeb gets asked about their life, the significant events that have happened, how they got to fame, etc.

She mostly talks about her life with Drayden, how she trained under him and learnt what she knows from him. Even sharing some of her version about the events in BW and BW2. But when she gets asked about her REAL parents (which she was annoyed about, cause Drayden was her parent figure and they’re disregarding him with that question) she only mentions how they abandoned her in Blackthorn city when she wasn’t even a year old, and that nobody knew who her parents were. But she ended the question by saying she’s grateful it happened because she wouldn’t have got to meet Drayden if they never did

I say her parents only found out because let’s be real, the champions are celebrities and celebs always have bat shit crazy fans who invade personal business. And now they just got a bunch of info about Iris’ life. So a group of her fans on Discord, or whatever the Pokémon equivalent of it is, probably found her biological parents and got in touch with them, cause this type of stuff always happens on a discord server 💀

Imagine the drama that occurs after this, titles and headlines are something like “Champion Iris of Unova gets in contact with her bio parents!! 😱😱😱 (NOT FAKE!!!)”

Very last thing I want to add, but Iris has definitely listened to Leon rant about his ‘dad’ trying to reconnect with him after he became famous. So now she has that fear that her own bio parents are trying to do the same thing with her

Real quick but does that really happen in discord servers😭😭

Ah but anyways cbdmdn hahaha

O U G H

No but cjmxnx before the interview, that's where Leon and Iris talked abt stuff tho, and god she doesn't want that, she's already overthinking abt all the different things happening if she ever meets her bio parents

And then the interview happened, the question has been asked, and suddenly a few days later the Champions are messaging her, saying how they've been seeing a lot of news articles abt her parents, how there's a ton of posts going online how these two specific peeps were so adamant and so insistent that they're Iris' parents, and they sent a pic to the group chat and god the fucking resemblance is uncanny and she fucking hated it

There's like a million thoughts running in her head. Maybe those are just edits, maybe they just dyed their hair purple to get clout that they're related to her, or maybe it's just coincidence like how it was coincidence she and Leon looks related to each other. But then these two people wanted to talk to her, they were so insistent she's honestly annoyed by it. She asked for the other Champions to be there for her at least, in case smth actually happens, she doesn't trust these two ofc, and she knows her grandpa will be there for her and the Unova League and her friends too, but it's best to have more people to intimidate them yknow

And in a more secluded part of Opelucid, or maybe even at their own home, Iris invited the two. Drayden, the rest of the Unova kids, and even the Champions were there. But the two knows there's more people there, more Pokémon than they can see. They could see the Mistralton Gym Leader flying w her Vullaby around Opelucid for a while now. Sees the Nimbasa Gym Leader heading towards the mall, but she gave them a side eye as she went. They saw the Elite Four roaming around Opelucid as well. And while they had no plans to fight (ofc, they only have two Pokémon between them, they aren't even trained, and they wanna fight literal champions?), it still made them uneasy

And just chmdnd

Ough yo pls Iris is there just glaring at them, and the two are so uncomfortable yknow, bc for one, Drayden was also glaring at them. At Iris' right was Diantha also looking at them w a bored expression, but it's the one where the champions know it's best not to cross her. Behind her were Leon, Hilbert, and Cynthia, w Hilbert having his arms crossed, glaring at them, he honestly looks terrifying. And Iris just sighs, she'd rather get this over w than to prolong it even more.

She asks them if it's real, that they are her parents, they have no proof ofc, but shit man they're just so goddamn insistent. And they told her ofc, told her everything, why they left her at Blackthorn, how they were young and stupid when they had her, and that kinda set Iris off, "so I was an accident?" God that shut them up. Technically. She was. They didn't want her. That's why they left her, because they were so young when they had her, and they were terrified, and in a spur of the moment, they decided to leave her in Blackthorn, hoping someone would take care of her there.

Iris didn't even want to hear the rest of it. Now they're back? After everything, now they're back? Why? Because she's suddenly a strong and famous Champion? Is this what Leon meant? Of course, how could she be stupid too, ofc this was what he meant. And even tho she already knows, she asked them, asked them why they suddenly wanna see her again, why just now?

Her "mother" hesitated, but her "father" was quick w his response, "we just wanted to see if you're alright!"

Liar.

Iris smiled. The one Diantha always taught her and Hau when they're finally done with the conversation, but didn't want to be rude. But she did want to be rude. God she wanted to scream and yell and lash out. "Well. That's sweet of you. But I'm doing great. Better than I could've been, honestly." She said through her teeth, "you two are free to leave now."

But idk,,, imagine,,, imagine if her father got low-key pissed bc they really thought Iris would accept them, and they can finally live the life they wanted, the life of wealth and fame together w their daughter. "Iris, listen—"

Tho as he stood up, both Lance and Drayden stood up as well, block his view of Iris, the Dragon specialists having looks that are downright homicidal, and they'd rather not cross them, as they know how Lance could actually get.

They finally relented, as Iris' mother tugged on her husband's shirt, telling him that's enough, they're powerless against the Champions. They know that. And just imagine her looking at Iris, smiling sadly at her, tears in her eyes, and tells her how she doesn't fault her for being like this, as they probably deserve this, and told her that despite it all, she's happy she found a family for herself, a family that really loves her, and before they left, she told Iris she was proud of her. Smth her so called father never said, as he left without another word.

And just jcmxnxmx after that tho, they watch them leave, hopefully they won't return again, and Iris is there crying, being held in Drayden's arms as she sobs in his chest, god that was smth yknow, that really was smth hahah she never wanted to relive that, never wanted to see them again, never wanted to hear word of them again, she doesn't want them, not like they wanted her too, and she already has a family. And her family, despite them not being related to each other, is so much better than her so called parents.

[httpknjoon]

(re)starting over again | kth; 12

plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.

words | 5.3k

genres | fluff, angst, amnesia au

pairing | taehyung x reader

warning/s | mentions of death, drinking, disease (cancer)

note | surpisingly, i am still alive lol i'm kidding. i apologize for the delay! the bad headaches are now gone and the fever has cooled down. and now, the update's here! to everyone who sent their messages, tysm I appreciate it 🥺 I didn't mean to ghost y'all, I'm so sorry! anw hope u enjoy reading this one :)

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Ever since you were young, you liked things to go the way you planned it. When you were younger, you carried a small notebook with you. Your father gave you your first one during the holidays when you were seven. In there, you make your own little bullet journal, listing off the things you would want to do for the upcoming days. With your messy handwriting, you even wrote your far future plans.

As a child, you used to see things with your rose-colored glasses. Everything seemed real and attainable for your small hands. You thought you just had to follow the usual path of your plans and you would be fine. But things do not always go according to plan. You learned it the hard way.

You always dreamt of being a nurse. At age eight, you were a frequent visitor to the hospital. Not because you were sick yourself, but because you and your mom had to go back there from time to time with your dad who was receiving treatment for his disease. You wanted to take care of him. So you did what a little girl could do, listen to your dad’s heartbeat through your plastic toy stethoscope and kiss his pain away. He would always call you his favorite nurse and you would give him your toothy grin. After a year, when you were nine, he lost his battle with cancer. 

Confused and in sorrow, you almost crossed out that dream from your list. You had a hard time understanding why you had to lose your dad at such an early age. Your friends had dads, how come you lost yours before you could even reach middle school? Then, you became angry. Your father was always in treatment in the hospital. Hospitals are meant to cure people, right? Your little kid brain thought. It felt unfair to you.

But then, you and your mom later left the small neighborhood you were living in and moved in with your aunt– her older sister. Aunty Belle is a nurse herself, a surprise for you as you didn’t know you have a relative who works in the same place you loathed at that time. But you couldn’t bring yourself to hate her, she was warm and welcoming when you arrived in her humble abode in Incheon. She doesn’t have a family of her own so she took good care of you and your mom. She became your third parent while your mom deals with the grief of losing her husband.

“It’s fun. You get to meet wonderful people every day and help them to feel better.” your aunt replied once when you asked her about her job.

Aunty Belle never got tired of your questions and curiosity about nursing. Slowly, you began rebuilding your plans. The dream of being a nurse is back, added with your other dreams: making your mom happy, and living independently (like your aunt). You studied hard, aiming for higher grades and going to the best college for your dreams.

But at age fifteen, Aunty Belle became your legal guardian when your mom passed. Through your aunt, you learned that your mother has been struggling heavier than you expected. Your aunt was extremely worried for your mom that’s why she begged her to come and live with her. You always thought your mom was getting better with how she cried less day by day and even took a job as a receptionist in a dental clinic. 

Since then, you have become more understanding and emotionally sensitive to everyone. The feelings you had years ago when you lost your dad were creeping around you. This time, instead of being angry at something else, you felt like this one was on you. You blamed yourself for not seeing the signs from your mother’s eyes. How she became more reserved or how her eyes were often blank whenever she tried to smile for you. Maybe you were too focused on reaching your plans that you didn’t give any attention to her. You were angry, hurt, and in guilt. It’s too overwhelming and is heavy in your heart. It reached the point where you broke down during breakfast, in front of the toast and bacon Aunty Belle prepared for you, weeks after your mom’s funeral.

“I should’ve seen it. I should have seen that she was not okay.” you sniffed as you looked down your plate. “I was supposed to make her feel better and happy.”

Crying, you pushed your plate in front of you and just covered your face with your palms. You repeated the words over and over again like you were reminding yourself how you failed as your mom’s only child.

“Oh, sweetie…” your aunt whispered before sitting beside you and enveloping you in a hug. Her hand moved up and down your arms, making you feel warm. “It’s not your fault. You are the best daughter she could ask for. She loves you more than anything else.”

After that morning, Aunty Belle made sure to get you the best help. She guided you in everything she could and supported you with your choices. She made sure that you will still pursue your plans, never stopping you from doing what you want. Years later, you graduated from high school and were about to embark on a new journey.

“You know that you can just have this place,” she mumbled when you were packing your things. “I’m selling it anyway.”

“But Aunty, this isn’t in my plan. You know how bad I want to live in Seoul.” you smiled at her.

Because of your efforts and hard work, you got accepted into one of the best universities in another city. You later moved from Incheon to Seoul to finish your studies and become a nurse there. While Aunty Belle sold her home and followed her own plans of living with her longtime best friends under one roof.

But none of what happened in the last few years was part of your plans when you were younger. You didn’t really see yourself coming back to Incheon after living in Seoul for the longest time. You never thought you would leave your job in the hospital you dreamed of and work in a slightly different environment.

Two years ago, you left home. The house you had plans in with someone else. You were the one who broke off those plans and moved away without really telling anyone. You remembered that night like it was yesterday.

Every step you took away from him felt like a piece of you fell on the ground. Your vision was all blurry and you had to cover your lips as you sobbed. You clutched onto your gown while you remind yourself that you need to do this. For the sake of your own being. But still, there is this voice telling you to stay– to turn around and come back to him.

“YN, honey,” 

Looking up, you see Julia looking at you with sympathy. She walked towards you with open arms and you immediately just broke down on her dress. Listening to your sobs, Julia eyes her date, whom you didn’t notice was there waiting too, to get in the car. 

Your whispered voice muffled in the hug, “I hate this so much,”

The whole drive home, Julia and Chanyeol respected your silence in the backseat. They put on some radio music and chatted about the wedding while your teary eyes just looked outside the window. They were like your parents that night. When you guys passed by McDonald’s, it took one nudge from Julia to make Chanyeol turn the car back around for the drive-thru. She ordered your food for you in a separate bag so you could have something to eat when you reached home. When you arrived in front of your house, they helped you with your small bag. 

“Thank you so much, guys. I’m sorry this is our first meeting, Chanyeol.” you tried to lighten the mood as you three stood on the porch.

He smiled, “It’s fine. Everyone has their bad day.”

You chuckled before Julia nudged her again with her elbow. Then, she turns to you.

“What time are you leaving tomorrow?”

“Probably early morning. I already have the keys to keep my apartment so I can go there now too if I want to.” your words rambled as your head felt like a mess.

“Okay, call me. I’ll pick you up–” Before you can say anything, she lifts her finger. “And no, I won’t take no for an answer. I wanna see your new place.”

They left after Julia made sure you were fine. Walking into your house for the last time, you tried to go straight to your room to change from your gown to your pajamas. Then, you cried again. And again. And again. 

The last time you woke up in that house was the morning after that. You woke up before dawn. The sky was barely lit and the moon was still present above you. You promised yourself that you would leave like a ghost. Like what you have been doing the last few days. Cleaning up, your hand ran on your bedsheets to smoothen out the wrinkles. Fortunately, almost ninety percent of your clothes fit in two pieces of luggage. You just have to leave a few things that you’ll probably get when you get back.

From Julia

Will be there in five

Five minutes left, you find yourself sitting in front of your vanity mirror. Making one last check, you pulled the small drawers in the table. That’s when you saw that old pearl ring Taehyung bought you in the flea market. A heavy sigh from your chest makes its way out of your lips. Holding it between your thumb and index finger, you stare at it.

We tried, didn’t we?

Before any tears can fall, you simply close your eyes. Your chest heaves. You clutched that ring in your palm for some minute, like you were giving your one last goodbye. Then, you carefully place it next to your keys. You decided to leave your keys as you don’t want to come and go here in secret as you always have the tendency to do that especially if you want to avoid a person. Like you were doing now. You want to come back here better and hopefully, talk to Taehyung in the future.

Feel at home, this house is yours too. Paint the walls with the colors you like, buy new furniture, and fill the frames with new memories. Just please don’t sell it. I’ll try to reach out as soon as I can. For now, live the last years you missed.

You wrote on a piece of paper that you left on the same table. In the weeks you two lived together after the accident, you knew how he struggled to adjust to this house. Now that you’re going, you wish for him to feel comfortable in this house you two shared and called home. The pieces of furniture and shade of blue that took over every wall in the house were picked by both you and Taehyung when you bought it. The frame kept every memory you and Taehyung love to look back on in the span of your four-year relationship. But if it means for him to feel at home, you won’t mind if he wants to change things around the house. Even though it will probably break your heart harder than it is now.

“You…”

It was only your first morning, the second day in your new apartment in Incheon when someone came knocking on your door. You were still organizing your place and unpacking when you heard continuous heavy knocks. Almost instantly, your eyes widened when you saw who it was through your door’s peephole. The person spoke again as soon as you opened your door.

“You moved?!” Jisoo immediately pushed through your door and welcomed herself in. “You moved here?!”

Based on the tone of her voice, she was more angry than surprised. Her eyebrows were scrunched together while her nose flared. Her hands were on her hips like she was waiting for an explanation. Your lips opened for a second before it closed again. You softly scratched your cheek before opening your lips again,

“I-I thought you were on your honeymoon vacation.”

She tilts her head, “Well, I’m not. Am I?”

“Why are you here?” you mumbled, sounding scared at her.

The thing is, Jisoo rarely gets angry or annoyed. You had known her ever since you began working as a nurse and you learned she have the longest patience for everyone else. But when she runs out of it, you don’t know how she will react.

“Why are you here?” she returned your question with raised eyebrows. “You did not tell me you were moving here or resigning in the hospital! What happened?”

You closed the door and quietly walked back to your messy living room since you knew she would follow. She did and continued,

“I saw the shift schedule like two hours ago and you’re not there. I had to ask Gail and she said you resigned. You were not answering my calls or messages! I had to call Julia. Then, she told me you moved here– What the fuck happened? I was only busy for like two weeks and next thing I know, my best friend’s in another city and hospital.”

You sat on your grey couch while Jisoo still stood in front of you. You looked away as your replied,

“Well, actually I’ll be working in a school–”

Jisoo’s tone went higher, “What?!”

“I applied as a school nurse–”

“No, no, no.” she shushed you. “Tell me everything that happened. Everything.”

So you did. But first, you asked her to sit down next to you. You ordered food by app as you don’t really have any stock of food at the moment. While you were waiting for the food, you began telling her about what happened. From how you met Lily to how you happened to be where you are right now. Jisoo listened intently. As you went on, you noticed her shoulders and facial expression softened up. From her jaw being clenched tight, her lips were formed into a slight frown. You tried not to cry throughout the whole story-telling impromptu but your voice did shake and you just felt your best friend’s warm hands somewhere in the middle of your story. At the end, you find yourself leaning your head on her shoulder while she leans hers on top.

“I and Joon just decided to go on honeymoon next month. Plus, I have a toaster and an air fryer in my car.” Jisoo broke the comfortable silence you two shared with a random sentence.

You lifted your head, looking at her, “What? Why?”

“We received like a ton of it from the wedding. We had to give some stuff away rather than selling it and I just knew your place is probably still empty. So I just bought some. I have plates too.” she smiled.

“But what if I was the one who gave you that toaster?” you asked, squinting your eyes.

“You did not.” she chuckled but your expression didn’t change. She blinked and asked with a feeble voice, “You did not, right?”

Your lips broke into a smile, “Yeah, we didn’t.”

She pouted before you two laughed and hugged. Just like that, you and Jisoo are okay.

Unlike any of your past decisions, nothing was truly planned when you decided to move away. Aunty Belle, whom you visit every now and then, comforted you about it and said that life just happens like that sometimes. And that’s how your two years went. Unplanned. You just applied for the first good job you saw, which happened to be being a school nurse in a preschool. You moved to another apartment after just a few months since your initial place is farther on the subway you always take to get to the school every morning.

Working with kids, you always miss your patients back in Seoul. Particularly, Naeun, whom you are still in contact with. You visit her a couple of times when you go to Seoul.

And there were times when you thought you saw Taehyung. Not just in Seoul, but also in Incheon. The first one was just months after you left, you were on your way to preschool when you saw him in the subway. But you thought it was just a look-alike and impossible since he would not have any reason to come here. Plus, you were feeling a little down that week as it was supposedly your fifth anniversary. The next time is when you come to Seoul to visit Naeun. It was a busy Sunday and you stopped by a toy store in the mall to get a gift for your favorite patient. It was a bit crowded since it was on sale. So you lost him in the blink of an eye.

The most recent one is when you came to Seoul for Julia’s birthday. You had a few drinks with your friends and everything was already slightly blurry. But you swore you saw him when you were waiting for your Uber late at night. You were with Julia, who was waiting with you just to make sure you’d be safe. She was talking about something but your eyes caught a man walking on the other side of the road with his head down on his phone. The small light coming from his screen made you recognize him. It’s him, you’re sure.

Although you have visited the city a couple of times already, you never drop by the bakeshop or the house. You never even contacted Taehyung. There were times it crossed your mind. But you never did. You miss him. God knows, how much. But you don’t know what to say about the house, him, you, or the relationship you two had.

You and Jimin talked seldomly. The first one was a week after you and Taehyung officially went separate ways. He would ask how are you and you would do the same thing. You were surprised but happy at the same time when you learned he had a kid, who happens to be Jisoo’s nephew. You two had this unspoken rule to not talk about Taehyung because Jimin doesn’t bring him up and you are too shy to ask. But you know they are doing well, you heard they expanded the shop.

In the whole two years, Taehyung never really left your mind. It’s hard. Especially when you would still get random reminders of your relationship in unexpected ways. In what was supposed to be your fifth anniversary, you got a scheduled e-mail from his account. Every year, your phone calendar still updates you to buy him a gift a month before his birthday. And just like last month, you found an old picture in one of your bags. Something you probably slipped there long ago. It’s a picture taken years ago during your first snow in your house with a handwritten caption, TOO MORE SNOWY DAYS TOGETHER. It was in his handwriting.

“Goodbye, Nurse YN!”

A little kid waved his little hand to you while his mom politely smiled at you. You waved back and continued walking back from your small clinic. This is how your day ends in school: tiny voices saying goodbye and sometimes giving you warm hugs. You were never really busy since you worked with two other school nurses who you became friends with. 

“Oh, hey, YN.”

You just sat in front of your computer screen, recording some student’s health records, when your co-nurse popped into your shared office. Martha just found her recent hobby a couple of months ago after you told her that you haven’t been dating for the last couple of years.

You exaggeratedly sighed and did not even look at her, “What do you want?”

“YN sounds so tired of you already.” Aileen, your other co-nurse, laughed while organizing her files.

“I know, she is.” Martha chuckled. She turns to you, “I know a guy…”

You paused from what you were doing, “Martha–” 

It’s not like you’re not interested in dating. It took you more than a year to be open again to the idea and so far, you’ve gone into two dates from Martha’s recommendations. But both were not a match. The first one is a great guy but he seems like he cannot get over an ex since he talked about her half of the time. While the second guy is just rude. That’s all you can say about him. The date was all about him not liking how the steak was cooked and how one of the waiters was too kind to you. It was horrible.

“No, no, honey. Listen to me first.” Matha cuts you off. “I personally know this guy. He’s my cousin and… he also works in the medical field! He’s a doctor.”

An eyebrow raised. A doctor? Well, you never dated one before. But you knew doctors were better than that last guy you mentioned.

Aileen joined, “Is he the one you showed me earlier?

“Yup,” Martha replied, popping the ‘p’ sound.

“Oh, you’ve got to see him, YN. The guy is gorgeous!” she exclaimed. “If you won’t date him, I will!”

The three of you laughed. Of course, Aileen can’t. She is currently seven months pregnant with her second child and married to one of the teachers in this same preschool.

“Just don’t tell Seb,” she added, mentioning her husband.

You still haven’t said anything even though you are admittedly interested. Martha pulled her phone out.

“Wait, I’ll show you his account.”

“Oh, that dress suits you perfectly!”

Jisoo’s voice filled your room as you fixed the dress on your body. Even though you two are in different cities, she is still your go-to every time you need to dress up for something. Usually, through Facetiming. The date is fine-dining. So, you tried on different dresses for Jisoo to pick on and eventually, you two agreed on the same one.

“Don’t forget your coat! It might get cold,” she advised. “Now, turn around again!”

You giggled before doing what she said. You heard her cheer and compliments, making you smile.

“You are stunning!”

“Thank you so much for helping me, Jiji,” you said with a small smile.

“You’re welcome. Just have fun, okay? Let me know how it goes later.” she told you and you nodded. She spoke again, “Now, go! Book that Uber already.”

“Okay, okay. Bye! Call you later. Love you!” you waved.

She waved back, “Love you, take care!”

You ended the call and moved to another app to look for a ride. Your date initially asked if you wanted him to pick you up. But you just agreed to meet him at the restaurant he invited you to. He seems nice. Martha said her cousin has been single for a while now. After his last relationship, he just gave most of his time to work.

To +82 65 78** ****

Hi! I’m on my way. See you there.

You sent your date the message when you finally got in the car you booked twenty minutes ago. It did not even take a few minutes before he replied,

From +82 65 78** ****

Okay, see you there! Take care.

Pursing your lips, you look outside the window of the moving car. You hope for the best for tonight. You hope Martha’s recommendation is at least okay this time. Maybe the universe could prove to you that Taehyung is not the only guy in the world who could make the butterflies play around in your stomach. Or the only guy who would be patient enough with your tendencies. You just have to know that he is not the only guy in the world. Period.

As much as you won’t say it, dating Taehyung for four years made him your standard for everything. You already met two versions of him; one before the accident and one after the accident. They are almost the same person but the latter just brought you a lot of pain because of various circumstances. But you know and feel he shows his emotions in other ways.

“We’re here.” the female driver, whom you saw is Val, said as she stopped the car in front of the brightly lit restaurant.

You smiled before getting out of the vehicle, “Thank you.”

Starry Night lives up to its name. As you noticed before, the whole place is lit up with many lights. Carefully, you walked inside with your strappy heels. The staff smiled and greeted you, and you greeted them back.

“Good evening, madam. Welcome to Starry Night. How may I help you?”

“I have a reservation under Jung Hoseok’s name.” you politely replied.

“Oh, okay. Let me check our list. Excuse me.” the host scrolled down his iPad for a minute. “The name’s here! Please, follow me to your table. This way please.” 

You followed him while looking around the place. It’s not too crowded and it has a romantic feeling because of the lights and jazz music. You know someone who would have loved to go here. Before you sit down, the host assisted you with the chair and offered to take your coat. You agreed. Pulling out your phone from your purse, you update Hoseok that you just arrived. You put your phone down and studied the whole place again with your eyes. 

A woman caught your eye. She was talking and chatting with the chef in the side station. They looked like they were waiting for someone to enter the door. Your gaze were broke off when someone spoke from your side.

“Good evening, ma’am. My name is Soojin and I’ll be your waiter for tonight. Would you like to order something?” the young waiter smiled.

“Oh, I’m still waiting for my date…” you murmured. “But can I have some water please?”

“Certainly, ma’am. Excuse me.”

Soojin left as you said thank you. As she was gone from your sight, your eyes landed on the man who was entering the restaurant. Dressed in a nice black coat over a light blue shirt, you quickly recognize him. Your mouth runs dry while your heart beats like a horse’s footsteps in a race. You were frozen.

What is he doing he– Fuck.

Your eyes meet. You can see his eyes widening as his lips gaped slightly. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down while you practically lost your hearing. All you can hear is the drum inside your chest.

Fuck, you cursed again.

What are the chances for this to happen? Is the universe playing or simply fucking with you? You asked for a great date and it gave you this. The man you’ve been holding as your standard ever since. 

It burns.

His eyes. You can feel them as you take a sip from the ice-cold glass of water. After the host led him to one of the empty tables in your line, your eyes traveled everywhere except on his spot. You two were literally just an empty table apart.

Is he here for a date? Why here? In Incheon, really? Can’t he just date people from Seoul?

It has been nine minutes, you’ve been counting. Your hand rests on your knee, to stop your knees from jerking up and down, while the other rests on the table with your phone. You’ve been texting but erasing messages to Hoseok. You don’t think you can do this. With Taehyung being just a few feet away from you, it felt wrong to be with someone else. You should have been sitting right in front of him.

Slowly, you try to move your eyes in his direction. You paused when you saw that he was staring at you too, unmovable. Are you supposed to smile? Wave? Nod. just nod. You were about to do that when the same woman from the side station walked up to him, covering your view of him.

“Hi, good evening!” you heard her honey-like voice greet him. “I’m Ashley.”

You noticed Taehyung stood up. They shake hands and you don’t really hear the rest of their conversation. You began texting your date,

To +82 65 78** ****

Hi. Where are you?

You’ve been alone for a while now.

Taehyung noticed. The glass of water on your table is almost empty. The waiter already come back to you a couple of times now. He can see you chewing on your lower lip as you check your phone every minute that passes by.

Did your date just stand you up?

His hands clutched as he thought of that idea. He knew you didn’t deserve that.

“I think this is good! Not too sweet, not too spiced. It’s soft too. Just perfect.” Ashley snapped him from his thoughts.

Taehyung tried to concentrate on what he originally meant to do here, “Yeah… uhm… Jimin, my friend, really tries to balance the texture and taste. It’s his own carrot cake recipe that he worked on before we even had the shop.”

Ashley already had a taste of every cake he brought. Five open Tupperware are on their table, including the cheesecake you love. She began talking about the other cakes and dessert while Taehyung stole some glances at you again. This time, you are on call. You pursed your lips before replying to whoever it was. He can read the disappointment through your eyes as your lips form into a small frown. You sighed before saying, it’s fine, I understand. No problem. 

“Okay, these are really good. I think your products will be a great addition to our menu.” Ashley spoke again. 

Taehyung looked at her with surprise, “Oh, wow. That’s… great.”

Did he just get this deal?

“Yeah, I trusted my chef when he said he had the best Tiramisu in your shop and I’m glad I did. These desserts are perfect and really satisfy my sweet tooth.” She compliments.

Taehyung bowed his head, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Your desserts deserve to be everywhere. Haven’t you guys thought of opening a branch here?” she asked.

“Oh, we’re still figuring things out. We just expanded our main shop in Seoul.” he chuckled.

“Well, I might go there when I visit Seoul.”

“Please do and let us know.” he smiled.

“I will. By the way, the contract is not ready now. But we are definitely having this deal! Can you and Jimin visit here again next week or maybe me and my head chef can visit your shop in Seoul?” Ashley offers.

“I still have to discuss that with my friend.”

“Oh, sure. Sure. Here, we are okay with any decision. Just let us know. You guys have our e-mail and numbers, right?” Taehyung nods. “Okay, I guess… that’s a done deal.”

Ashley stood up and offered her hand. Taehyung stood up too and shook her hand. 

“Thank you so much.” Taehyung smiled.

While Ashley replied, he stole another glance behind her. That’s when he sees you standing up and walking back to the host at the entrance of the restaurant. The host had an apologetic look on his face as you talked to him. He helped you with your coat. It seems like you’re leaving with your date being a no-show. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. But I would have to go for now..” Taehyung carefully said.

Ashley smiled, “Oh, of course. Yes. You can go. But one more thing… can you leave these cakes?”

Taehyung chuckled with that, “Of course!”

“Thank you! See you in the contract signing!”

“See you.” 

Taehyung took his coat from his seat and left in a hurry. You were already gone, possibly out of the restaurant. He said thank you to the staff who opened the door for him and he immediately searched around. That’s when he sees you standing, looking down at your phone.

“This one’s just a few minutes away–”

He took a deep breath before saying, “YN?”

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Like the Ocean

~Neteyam x Deaf Metkayina reader

~Fluff

~Proofread?-no

~Summary-You are Tonowari’s youngest daughter, you were a kind soul, always doing what’s right, and we're deaf. This never stopped you from enjoying the world, and one day a certain family came.

Note: This is my first time writing about the Metkayina! I hope everyone enjoys!

Your eyes sparkled as you watched the ocean. This was always your escape no matter what, it was always so beautiful and still. You smiled as you dipped your feet in, feeling the vibrations all around you. Being deaf enhanced your life in a way. Honestly, just by the way your eyes looked at everything, you’d think it was your first time seeing it. Your family never made you feel like a burden, your older siblings, Tsireya and Aonung, stopped any bullying that would be your way. Your mother, Ronal treated you as a baby, even though you were of age.

Anyways, you wouldn’t trade your life for anything. As you continued to play around you noticed people surrounding something. You assumed it might be someone hurt, so you rushed over there. Instead, you were met with a group of forest people. Your eyes widen in amazement as you began trying to get closer. Their bodies were much different, and if they trying to live here it would take them a while to learn the way of the water, you thought. You noticed two boys and two girls, but one stood out the most. His eyes had already been placed on you causing you to smile. You waved at the boy, who seemed shocked you waved and quickly returned the wave.

Aonung took notice before sending a glare toward the boy and grabbing you and pushing you slightly behind him. You frowned a bit till you noticed your father come out. Without being able to fully see him, you weren't able to keep up with what he was saying. You saw Tsireya and went her way and signed to her, “what is going on?”

She sent you a smile, “they want to stay here,” your smile widen at the thought of new friends. You clapped, something you did often to show you were happy. Tsireya laughed a little, till your mother made her way to the group. You adored your mother, constantly wanting to be with her and learn. She hadn't noticed you in the group and began speaking, she grabbed the oldest girl’s hand showing off the extra finger that you thought was cool. You slightly tapped Tsireya, “they have extra fingers! They must be very special!” She nodded slightly bringing her attention back to the conversation. Without being able to understand your eyes began wondering and fell back to the boy. His eyes were very pretty you thought as you examined the jewels he wore on his body.

You could tell the conversation had gone well by the smile laced on your sister's face. She stepped forward a bit dragging you with her. You waved at the family, causing your mother to finally notice you, “My Son, Aonung, and daughters, Tsireya and Raya will show you where you will stay.” You read his lips before smiling, “no, not my Raya!” Your mother grabbed your forearm lightly, “she will be coming with me,” and just like that you left the group, but not without waving to the new family bye.

You sat next to your mother as she softly braided your hair, you enjoyed the sensation it gave you. You softly tapped her leg turning to face the woman, “why was I not allowed to help the new family?” Her smile faltered at the mention of the forest people, “they have sky people's blood in them! They are from the forest and soon will realize they are useless in the water!” you frowned at your mother's words, “but they can still try! I bet they will prove us all wrong mom!” you smiled brightly at the older woman. One thing she loved about you, you always found the good in everything no matter what.

Neteyam's eyes could not lift from you the minute he saw you. You had these big blue eyes and even though everyone else was looking at him and his family as “demon blood” you looked more amazed. Once you noticed his stare, it didn't shy you away at all you smiled back showing off your dimples. He was going to speak with you before Aonung pulled you back. As the conversation with his fathers and the chief continued his mind kept wandering to you. Lo’ak took notice and nudged him, “we’ve literally been here for five seconds,” Neteyam rolled his eyes before looking else where.

“My Son, Aonung, and daughters, Tsireya and Raya will show you where you will stay.” His eyes followed you as you stepped out with your siblings. His smile deepened before being knocked off, “no, not my Raya,” your mother grabbed you and dragged you off, but you still sent a happy wave as you walked off, “follow me!” your sister directed him, and his family to their new home.

He didn't see you for the rest of the day. Assuming you probably had more important things than helping teach him and his siblings. But the next day as he and his siblings made their way down the beach with Tsireya, Aonoung, and Rotox your figure was already there. “I will go get Raya she can help you guys a lot with learning our ways!” Tsireya ran down the beach to get the girl's attention. You sat on the sand as you continued to feel the way it moved, you were at peace till you felt a pull. You turned your head and faced your sister.

You smiled big, “good morning!” you signed as you stood up, “will you be able to help us teach the Sullys sign language?” You clapped lightly, “I would love to!” Yesterday your mother made you stay by her side, which you had no problem with only that you wanted to see the pretty boy again.

You and your sister walked to the group who had already sat in a circle, “hello, Raya I’m Tuk!” The little girl waved at you while speaking. You waved back, “you are very pretty Raya!” this time you were unable to read her lips due to her speaking so fast, so you smiled at her before looking at your sister, “she spoke too fast, what did she say?” Tsireya sighed, “Oh, guys Raya is deaf!” The four children let out a small “o” as you simply sighed heavily, “what did she say?” you signed again. Tsireya laughed, “she said you were pretty!” you smiled before signing, “thank you!”

“She said thank you!” Tsireya translated for you. As the group continued with lessons the only person you helped was Neteyam. You and he seemed to be having a conversation without words but with eyes. He understood everything you said, taking it in like a sponge. Your smile made his heart beat fast, and his eyes to you seemed a lot like the ocean. They were not the same color but they held the exact feeling you got when you were at the beach. You two had gotten so carried away that you hadn't noticed everyone else at all. You certainly had a frown as Aonung tapped you and told you it was time to leave.

“Will you teach me tomorrow?” Neteyam questioned as you got up, “yes, I will try!” Aonung sighed heavily dragging you away from the blue boy. You had a smile the rest of the day, doing everything with a little pep in your step. As nighttime rolled around you and your sister often stayed up late, talking. “Do you like anyone?” she questioned you. You were always a happy person, but you had a different energy today. You nodded while clapping, “I do!” your heart swelled thinking of the blue boy. Tsireya let out a small squeal, “who is it?” she pressed you. You smiled so hard it felt like your cheeks were to fall off, “Neteyam!” you smiled as you signed causing the girl to go into a giggling frenzy, “I knew it!” you stopped smiling and looked at the girl, “was I that obvious?” she nodded, “do you think he knows?” she shook her head, “men are stupid, there is no way he knows,” you took her words in before heading to sleep.

Neteyam stayed up all night trying to practice his sign language. He yawned as he walked close to the spot you were at. He began walking closer till you noticed him, already smiling at him you ushered for him to come closer. Neteyam sat before facing you, “you pretty,” he looked so proud of himself that you didn't have the heart to say he did it wrong. “Thank you!” you said as he smiled. You noticed him yawn before looking at him, “did you stay up practicing?” you at first didn't know if he understood, but the boy quickly nodded. You felt so loved you clapped, “that was so sweet!” you laid back signaling for him to do the same, “you pretty!” you signed to the boy. But he was already fast asleep. You smiled before kissing his forehead and going into the boy's embrace.

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Sorry if the ends seem rushed! I have school in the morning and have no time to fix it up today! But hope you all enjoyed it!

[frankcastleonlyfans]

Could you possibly do one where Aemond reacts to finding out that he might have to marry Daemon’s daughter? Would he be mad or weirdly happy in a way. We all know what daemon thinks of what his brother has in store for his daughter and he is not having it.

𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄

pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au | aemond targaryen x daemon's daughter!oc

warnings: fluff(?), aemond is his own warning, cussing because aemond has a dirty mouth.

author's note: I'm truly obsessed about this bc I never thought about Aemond's reaction to being betrothed. This is going to be in headcanon format due most of it just being from Aemond's pov. Thank you so much for your amazing idea <3 also wrote this while listening to "the red means i love you" and i'm shipping alymond 😭

read this headcanon for context of this story

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"I know you're lying, Aegon. Don't you have anything better to do? Maybe some young maid to fuck?"

Aegon scoffed, "Well, if you don't believe me, go talk to father about it. I'm just telling you what I heard."

Aemond believed his brother was nothing but a drunk liar, so his word didn't actually meant anything.

But he went to talk to the King anyways.

While walking through the corridors, Aemond thought about what that meant to him.

He wanted to be mad about it, but it wasn't that bad.

In fact, it wasn't bad at all.

He knew Alyssa Targaryen pretty well. He knew how feisty that pretty little thing could be. She did took his eye, after all.

And Aegon wasn't lying.

"I don't hope you to understand, but our line must spread. She's a pure valyrian, and would make to you a good wif– Why are you smiling?" King Viserys questioned, raising a curious eyebrow.

Aemond chuckled, "Have you told Daemon?"

"I did... He was furious about it." Viserys confessed.

"Well, that's great! I'll give these exciting news to my betrothed, myself. I couldn't be more happy about your choice, father." Aemond left the king's chambers without discussing if Daemon agreed or not.

Aemond knew Daemon wouldn't let Alyssa marry him.

He also couldn't care less. His father was the king.

Aemond couldn't put in words the taste of satisfaction in his mouth once he knew how angry Daemon was about his union with his uncle's daughter.

The girl literally took his eye, the least she could do is marry him without complaining.

Oh, but she would be furious too. He knows she's just like her daddy.

"I figured I'd find you here." Aemond said with a smile.

Ever since Daemon gave her her own sword, Alyssa spent quite some time in the training yard when the boys weren't there.

Curiously, Aemond always knew when she was there.

"And what do you want?" Alyssa spat, slamming her sword towards a wooden target.

"I came to give you the great news! I couldn't believe my own ears when I heard it."

"Oh? Did your mother successfully try to kill anyone? I hope it was your grandsire. Gods, I hate that man." Alyssa chuckled and beheaded the target.

Aemond frowned and squinted. He wouldn't fall for her games. He was the one to tease, not her.

"Haha. You're so funny, Alyssa. I bet it wouldn't take long for me to fall for you." Aemond coaxed.

Alyssa blinked a couple of times, processing what he just said.

"What?"

"Did I stutter?" Aemond smirked.

Alyssa took a deep breath before asking, "What the fuck are you talking about, One Eye?"

Aemond clicked his tongue, "Gods, you're just as fucking stupid as you're pretty. It means we're betrothed. I'd be treating my future husband with respect, if I were you."

"Are you crazy?" Alyssa hysterically laughed, "My father would have your head before letting me marry you." She pointed her sword towards the prince, "I would have your head before giving myself to you."

"Kinky." Aemond retorted and lowered her sword with the point of his index. "Who's your father to disrespect the king's orders?"

Alyssa swallowed hard. She had no answer for that. Even the dumbest girl knows the king's word is above everything. And she is no dumb girl.

She left him there and went looking for her father.

She thought about a million possibilities.

Maybe she could run away? They lived in Pentos for a while, she'd do well there.

No, Y/N wouldn't let her go alone.

What about Daeron? If she begged, maybe the king could call him back to King's Landing, so they could get married.

To be truthful, Alyssa didn't want to marry any of Alicent's kin, but anyone was better than Aemond.

But Daeron was the same age as her brother, Maegon. That was kinda disgusting.

"Did you know uncle Viserys wants to marry me to Aemond?" Alyssa stormed into her parents chambers.

Daemon's lips immediately left yours. You groaned in response.

"Maybe knock the next time, Alyssa?" You said in annoyance.

"Sorry mother, but I think what I have to say is way more important than you snogging with father." Alyssa answered with wit.

Daemon smirked, "It's okay, 'Lyssa. I'll talk to Viserys again. You know I'd die before letting this happen."

You rolled your eyes, "You're both being dramatic about it. Aemond is not that bad. He's a bit... violent, yes, but he would never hurt you. I promise you, daughter, violent men can be great lovers." You ran your fingers through your husband's little braids in his hair.

"Don't go giving her any ideas, Y/N." Daemon warned with a stern look, and you snorted.

"She's a grown woman, Daemon. There's a sword in her hand. I don't think you need to protect her anymore." You shrugged.

"Hello??? I'm still in the room, please stop talking about me like I'm not here!" Alyssa crossed her arms.

"Don't worry. I told Viserys you're not marrying Aemond, so you're not marrying Aemond. Is that clear?" Daemon asked, reassuring her.

"Yes, father."

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[filmflowersbangtan]

I Must Still Want You pt. 2

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst (so. much. angst) | smut

word count: 4k

warnings: rough sex | infidelity | explicit sex scene | I'm so sorry in advance if I make some of you angry with this one. I promise it'll get better in future chapters.

author's note: hey...I'm back. I have so much in store. I know I've said it before and then I disappeared again, but I finally left a toxic relationship that had me in a writer's rut for a very long time and I also stopped following BTS for a while. But then they all came out with their incredible solos, and V's "Layover" was so beautiful it had stirred up so many ideas. It also somehow aligns with this story so well, so I couldn't help myself. I'm really proud of this one. I put so much heart and soul into this. This is not the end of this series.

part i | part iii

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At first, Taehyung understood. The excuses as to why you couldn’t come home for the holidays, why you couldn’t come home for his birthday, why he couldn’t come visit. Art school was difficult, adjusting to California was difficult, but making friends was easy. Making friends had always been easy for you. You and your mom were on bad terms, that’s why you couldn’t come home. You had deadlines and couldn’t afford distractions, that’s why Taehyung couldn’t come visit.

Then there were the arguments after Taehyung lost all his patience with you. And then the texts and phone calls became more and more infrequent until there were none at all. Taehyung’s calls went to voicemails, his messages echoed in a chamber of emptiness.

Months passed by like this, with Taehyung only knowing you were alive through news from your mom, whose lawn he mowed and driveway he shoveled. He sat with her sometimes for coffee. He didn’t dare going into your room again after he saw that your mother transformed it, pushing an untouched treadmill in the same corner your bed used to be.

And then, about a year after the two of you unofficially broke up, you posted on Instagram. A man was kneeling before you as you wore a stunning dress Taehyung had never see you wear before. An expensive dress. There were letters hung behind the two of you in the background. Taehyung stopped breathing. The letters read:

Will you marry me?

Still not breathing, he swiped right to see another picture of your left hand—a hand he used to hold so much he could still feel the ghost of its warmth—displaying a gaudy engagement ring encrusted with a sickening number of diamonds. The camera’s flash made them glimmer in a way that made Taehyung nauseous.

Despite everything, Taehyung had been taking the unofficial breakup well. He never said anything about it to your mother although he desperately wanted to understand why you stopped talking to him or know if she knew. He didn’t rot in bed. He didn’t stop photography. While you had been gone, he discovered a newfound love of singing and his roommate Jungkook was a small-time producer and part-time DJ, and through him Taehyung had virtually unlimited access to a studio. Instead of succumbing into a debilitating depression, Taehyung worked on his very first EP. He had finished a few days before the Instagram post. He was going to send it to you. He knew you were going to love it. Maybe it would even make you speak to him.

But the post.

Taehyung dropped his phone on his bed and steadily walked to the bathroom, breathing through his nose. An ugly surge of emotion ravished him. He thought he was going to cry, but when he closed the door behind him, he stumbled to the toilet. And vomited.

Jungkook rushed in, his headphones dangling from around his neck, concern stretched across his face. “Bro, you good? It sounds like you’re dying.”

Taehyung wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. His eyes and throat burned. Thick snot crept down his lips. He wasn’t going to cry, but seeing Jungkook standing there pummeled him. His dear friend who didn’t even know Taehyung had been going through a breakup. How was he going to explain this? He couldn’t. He dropped his head back into the toilet bowl and heaved.

Later, after Taehyung cleaned himself up and Jungkook sat him down on the couch with a cup of water, he told Jungkook everything.

Jungkook had been quiet the entire time, nodding to let Taehyung know that he was listening. But when Taehyung finished, gesturing to his phone because he couldn’t speak the words “she’s engaged,” Jungkook looked at the post himself.

A brief and subtle expression flickered across his face as he swiped. It was there and then it was gone, only noticeable in the slight tremble in the eyebrows and the momentary clench of the jaw. He looked up at Taehyung whose eyes were rimmed in red and whose hands were quivering as he dabbed at his nose with a napkin.

With a venom that Taehyung did not know his roommate possessed, Jungkook said, “That bitch.”

--

After grieving for a month, Taehyung pulled himself out of bed. He went to a party where Jungkook was DJing and downed shot after shot of anything anyone would hand him. He blacked out and woke up in his own bed wearing the same sweaty clothes from the night before, feeling like hell. He looked at his text messages to make sure that he didn’t say anything fucked up to anyone and noticed your contact at the top.

Of course, he reached out to you. How embarrassing. He cringed, afraid to read what he said, but all he sent was a link to his EP. Somehow, that was worse. He absolutely wanted to die.

And of course, you didn’t respond.

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A year stuttered by. Sometimes when Taehyung looked in the mirror, he didn’t recognize himself. He was dirty blond now and handsome and miserable. He had slept with so many people in the last few months—girls, mostly but sometimes guys, too. He had had so many threesomes that he’d lost count. People on campus knew who he was now. He had gone from having one friend in his first year of college to becoming a name that people sighed dreamily as they said it.

Still nothing from you.

And then, one morning while nursing a hangover at the dining table in his shared apartment with Jungkook, a text from your mom. Maybe he was reading into it, but there was a tone of sadness in the wording, possibly regret. It said:

Y/N is back in town. Her grandmother died last week and the funeral is Friday. Please come if you feel comfortable. If you don’t, I understand.

There it was again. That roiling sensation inside of him. That urgent need to vomit.

The first time he had a threesome with Jungkook, he couldn’t perform. He had fumbled to the bathroom, his pants undone, and hurled into the toilet until the girl left. He had thought Jungkook would be pissed, but instead he sat on the bathroom floor with him in silence.

Now, Jungkook paused, a spoonful of cereal and milk halfway to his mouth. “I know that look,” he said. “What happened?”

Taehyung cleared his throat. “Y/N’s grandmother died.”

Jungkook wrinkled his nose. “So? Fuck her and her grandma.”

In other circumstances, Taehyung would've laughed. He couldn’t. He was too numb. “I liked her grandma when we were little. She used to make homemade blackberry jam and watch our stupid choreographies that we made up.”

Jungkook’s expression softened. He lowered the spoon. “I take that back about the grandma, but still fuck that bitch. Y/N, not the grandma.”

Now Taehyung mustered up a halfhearted chuckle that could’ve been a genuine laugh had the thought of you being in town—not in California—not robbed him of any sense of humor.

Jungkook hated seeing Taehyung like this because there was nothing he could do to help. “Don’t go to that funeral,” was all he said. It wasn’t a command. His voice was pleading. “Seeing her will only fuck you up. And what if she’s with—”

Taehyung closed his eyes as if expecting a blow. He hadn’t realized he was crying until warm teardrops slid down his face and into his mouth.

--

He went to the funeral. Your parents embraced him when they saw him. Individually, of course. Your dad remarried. He had stepchildren. Taehyung thought you probably hated it if you even still talked to him. The idea of someone else being frozen out of your life and not just him slightly comforted him. Slightly.

It was a beautiful day out—early summer, bright blue sky, cool breeze—but Taehyung was cold. And you hadn’t arrived yet.

“She slept in,” your mother said. “She hadn’t been feeling the best ever since she landed yesterday. She should arrive soon.”

An Uber arrived, and the back door opened. Taehyung held his breath.

You stepped out. You were so familiar yet you were a stranger. Your hair was longer, fuller. You were wearing a form-fitting black dress and red-bottomed heels. A designer bag dangled from the crook of your elbow. Large, expensive sunglasses obscured your eyes. Your lips were painted red.

The Uber departed before Taehyung realized you came alone.

You sauntered in his direction. He was breathless as he watched you move. Did you always walk like that? With such an elegant sway? Or was that new? A by-product of your reinvented life.

He realized that he was not your target. He was standing with your parents and your stepmother you probably hated. Except you didn’t hate her because she was the first you hugged. Then your dad. Then your mother. Then—

“Tae.”

He blinked. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears. Feel the bile rising in his throat. He cleared it behind a polite fist before croaking your name in return.

Then, very cautiously, you pulled him into a hug. He felt everyone’s eyes on the both of you. You were making him into a spectacle, and he hated it. In that moment, he realized he hated you. But his arms were stiff at his sides and when he became aware of that, he lifted them to pat you on the back.

“I know how much you loved her,” you said when you released him.

He blinked, not understanding. “I’m sorry, what?”

“My grandmother.”

His face felt hot. Jungkook was right. He shouldn’t have come. He had never once wanted to hurt a woman before, especially not you. But he wanted so badly to strangle you. To make you feel what it’s like to have your throat full of heartbreak. But he pushed a smile onto his red face. “Yes. My condolences.”

“Thank you for coming,” you said.

I hate you.

Taehyung nodded, and without meaning to, glimpsed at your left hand. The ring was still there. You were still engaged. But you returned home without a fiancé.

I hate you.

--

After the funeral, there was a gathering at your dad and stepmom’s house. Taehyung wasn’t going to go, but he couldn’t bring himself not to. He wanted to keep looking at you, breathing the same air as you, and wondering if you had listened to his EP.

But for the most part, he was just wandering around the beautiful countryside home as awkwardly as he had been at the party in middle school where he had first seen you kissing a boy on the porch. Except this time, you were getting married. You were getting fucking married.

At least at a funeral it wasn’t odd to cry. He went outside to do it.

He sat on the front porch steps and loosened his tie. No one came out to bother him. He was good at being invisible. Especially to you.

The front door behind him opened. The sound of heels approached him but stopped a few paces away.

Neither of you said anything. He quietly wiped away angry tears.

“I don’t expect forgiveness,” you said.

He wanted to scream. “Not here. Please.”

“I booked a hotel. Let’s talk at the bar there. You look like you could use a drink.”

Taehyung closed his eyes. “Was that a joke?”

“Yes. But I could use a drink, too.”

Taehyung dropped his head in his hands. “I shouldn’t have come.” He stood up and walked to his car. You didn’t follow. Didn’t beg. He grabbed the handle of the driver’s side door and looked at you from over the roof of the car. You were still standing on the porch, your hands delicately interlaced in front of you. You weren’t wearing your sunglasses, but he couldn’t see your eyes from where he stood.

Who were you?

He yanked the door open and got in the car. His phone vibrated when he started the ignition. You had sent him a text with an address and a time.

“Fuck you,” he whispered. “Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you.”

--

He arrived thirty minutes late. You were sipping a purple-colored cocktail at a secluded table. God, you looked so good. He hated it.

“I would’ve understood if you hadn’t showed,” you said, expressionless.

He hesitated before sitting down, considering leaving. When he did sit, you said, “I really like your hair. It complements your skin tone.”

“Fuck you,” he said.

“I deserve that.”

“Fuck you.”

“What are you drinking nowadays? It’s on me.”

The bile was threatening to choke him. He swallowed thickly. His voice trembled as he said, “What do you want from me? You don’t fucking care about me. All you care about it—I don’t know what you care about. You’re such a—”

A drink appeared before him. “I already ordered for you. I hope you don’t mind whiskey. It’s top shelf so you most likely won’t have a hangover.”

“I don’t want—”

“I listened to it.”

Taehyung stopped.

“It was beautiful. It was so fucking beautiful. When do you sing? And like that? Oh, my God.”

Now Taehyung was crying again. He downed his drink. You gestured something to the waitress and another whiskey appeared before him. Taehyung said, “Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to deserve this?”

You touched his hand. He flinched away as if burned. “I dropped out of college a couple of years ago. I was homeless. And then I met a guy who fixed all of that.”

“Such bullshit.” But Taehyung knew you were genuine. You were never a liar.

“Not bullshit,” you said gently. “I was embarrassed. Who flunks art school? But I was intimidated being surrounded by all of those freakishly talented people. I didn’t fit in. But you would’ve sure as hell did. Your photos, Tae—”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m sorry.” You took a sip of your drink and looked away before continuing, “You are so talented. And then that fucking album—”

“EP.”

You glared at him. “Now it is my turn to say fuck you.”

“Get to the point.”

“I wasn’t measuring up. I dropped out before I got expelled. Mom wanted me to come home, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I love California. I slept on some friends’ couches for a few months, working odd jobs—bartending, dogwalking, commission stuff. I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “I was embarrassed, Tae. And then you kept pestering me about wanting to see me and—”

“Pestering? You think so lowly of me?” “That’s what it felt like at the time. I had so much going on in my head—”

“But not so much that you still had room to go and fuck someone else before even breaking up with me.”

You finished your drink. “I didn’t fuck anyone.”

Taehyung had no response.

“I met a guy while bartending. He was rich. And kind. And I was very poor and lonely.”

“And he swept you off your feet," he said with betrayal in his voice.

“No. But his tips were nice. They were big enough to feed me for a couple of weeks. And then he would take me out to dinners. Next thing I know he’s buying me an apartment and a car and a dog and a life.”

Taehyung’s eyes were wet with fresh tears. He couldn’t look at you. “I wanted a life with you. I could’ve helped you.”

“With what money, Taehyung? All you would’ve done was spend way too much money on a one-way ticket and be stuck there with me.”

He had nothing to say to that. He downed his drink. “That doesn’t explain not telling me a fucking thing. Not even a goodbye.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you love him?”

You sighed.

Taehyung clenched his hands into fists under the table. He repeated, “Do you love him?”

Another purple drink appeared in front of you. The waitress flitted away, sensing the tension.

Finally, you said, “I think I could learn to. Someday.”

He blew out the breath he’d been holding and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked out the window at the pool. So still, so blue. So beautiful. He thought of California. He thought of the song on his EP, “For Us.” He wanted to fucking drown you.

In a soft, broken voice, he said, “I have loved you for my entire life. My entire life. Just wasted.”

You didn’t say anything. You just simply stared out the window with him. And then for the first time that entire day, you began to sob.

He didn’t dare look at you. He didn’t want to empathize with you. What for? But hearing you cry silently, seeing your shoulders shake with each sob in his peripheral vision…

Before he could say anything, you were already cleaning yourself up, dabbing under your eyes with a neatly folded napkin. “Should we go up to my suite for some privacy? I fucking hate crying in public.”

--

The suite was gorgeous. He didn’t know something so extravagant existed in his hometown.

“I need to get out of this dress. It’s not really my style,” you said, delicately removing your heels.

Taehyung looked away. For some reason, seeing you do that simple action made his heart ache.

You disappeared into the bathroom after telling him to make himself comfortable. He instead opted to stand around, unsure of what to do with his hands. Then you called his name from the other room, needing help with the dress.

“The zipper,” you said. “It was hell putting this thing on by myself. Can you unzip it for me?”

The bathroom was all marble and glass. Taehyung felt like there were a dozen versions of the both of you reflected around him. You were trying to catch his eyes in the mirror, but he purposefully avoided you. He focused on keeping his hands still as he stood behind you and reached up to grasp the tiny zipper at the nape of your neck.

The sound of the dress unzipping made his dick throb as longingly as his heart. You were fucking with him. You had to be.

But he wasn’t the same Taehyung that you left behind at the airport. Not at all. He was going to show you.

The zipper ended right at the top of your tailbone. You let the dress fall to the floor.

“You said you didn’t fuck anyone?” Taehyung said, voice gruff with want. He could feel himself hardening.

You were breathing slightly faster. You wanted him, too. This time, he allowed your gaze to meet each other’s in the mirror. You said, “Just myself. I never let him touch me, Tae. I don’t love him.”

He ran his hand up your leg, up your ass, traced the line of your back with a steady finger. He was no longer nervous. Fucking was what he was good at. And he wanted to fuck you until you regretted ever leaving him. Until you rued the day you said yes to that stupid fucking engagement.

He stopped his hand at the base of your neck. You stood still, breath shallow. Waiting. Wanting. You were probably so wet for him already, but you would have to wait.

He pressed himself against you so that you could feel how hard he was for you. A moan stuttered out of your throat. He clenched your neck from behind and shoved you forward, bending you over the sink. With swift fingers, he undid his belt, lowered his pants, pushed down his briefs. His cock sprang free, swollen with a two year long need for you, beaded with precum.

You shimmied out your underwear. With two fingers, he felt the velvety skin of your pussy lips. He was right, you were so fucking wet for him. You arched your back and shivered at his touch.

Your eyes met in the mirror again. Yours were heavy-lidded with desire, lips red like Marilyn Monroe. He wanted that lipstick smeared all over your face and all over his cock when he was done with you. His own eyes were low lidded as well. He grinned at you before he entered you. He didn’t want to take it slow, and he didn’t.

He fucked you like you were water, and he hadn’t drunk anything in days. You were a mess, clawing at the marble countertop like it would give you stability. Your moans were so fucking hot. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back so that his lips were at your ear.

“You’re mine, do you hear me? This pussy is mine.”

You tried to say “Yes, daddy,” but your eyes were fluttering and rolling and Taehyung was fucking you so good you couldn’t get a word out. He slapped your ass and you gasped.

“Fuck you,” he said but he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean it at all.

He felt himself getting carried away and pulled out. You squirmed at the lack of him, begging for more. He didn’t want to admit he almost came. Sex hadn’t felt this good in years. Both of you were breathless, filling the room with your panting. But he wasn’t done with you yet. And you knew. You smiled at him, big and beautiful, and Taehyung almost came right then and there.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said.

Your pupils were dilated, your face was glimmering with sweat, your hair was a mess. You were so beautiful Taehyung wanted to fucking cry.

And then he was. “Fuck you,” he said, but he meant it this time.

You unclasped your bra and dropped it to the floor. Then you were on your knees before him, using that expensive dress as a cushion against the marble. You took all of him in your mouth, slowly, never losing eye contact. Your mouth was warm and wet and your breasts looked amazing, the nipples hard. You noticed him looking and pinched the nipple of your left breast as you sucked him off, using your right hand to jerk him in and out of your mouth. You were an expert with your tongue, paying close attention to the head of his cock. And then when he felt the back of your throat, he squeezed his eyes shut and grasped a handful of your hair again, this time to keep himself steady.

“Ah, fuck,” he whimpered. “Where? Where do you want me to cum?” He made the mistake of looking at you again, your mouth smeared crime-scene red.

You smiled at him like a good girl, like you didn’t have a spit stretching from your lips to his cock like party streamers. “On my face,” you said.

He didn’t hesitate.

When he finished convulsing the final streams of cum onto your pretty face, he stood there, face flushed and veins straining from his neck as reality crept back into his bones like a winter’s chill. He was disgusted with himself. He was angry with you.

“You’re fucking engaged,” he said, cleaning himself up. “Oh fuck. I’m such a fucking idiot.” He hastily threw on his clothes. Ran his hands through his hair to look somewhat presentable and not like he just face fucked someone’s fiancé.

You were extremely calm and still extremely naked. Taehyung realized belatedly that you hadn’t come yet. Good, he thought. You don’t deserve that release.

He finished dressing as you started washing your face. He went to leave but then stopped at the door. He didn’t turn to look at you, but he said, “You’re an awful person, Y/N. I hope you know that.”

Taehyung left the bathroom and was halfway to the suite’s door when he heard you say meekly as if to yourself, “I do.”

--

[angelskills]

Toji x F!reader

warning : angst, p/wp, 18+, smut, virgin/sensitive reader

meanings: Y/N : your name, E/C : eye color

authors: me & my bff

trigger warning: abuse, breakdown, fights

note: this is my first fan-fiction, so please let me know what I should change or work on. Please be honest.

PART 1 (scroll down for smut with the header 18+)

You wanted to feel something again. Other than sadness, disgust, anger. You never knew how to deal with your emotions. Nor how to express them.

Your family was nothing but emotional damage to you. You are the oldest, with a younger brother. Parents who always argue with each other, and you being left with your younger brother to comfort.

You had to take care of your family alone. Cook, clean, serve. You name it. But one thing, you were perfect. Your personality, your loyalty, your looks. Same thing over and over.

Little did you know it would only bring you misfortune.

Your family was struggling financially. And with you being the most perfect human being, they had decided to sell you off to the Kamo clan.

“Y/N, you gotta understand. We need money and-" your mom says.

"Is that a fucking excuse, mother?" you interrupt.

Those memories flash back to you as you run away from the clan, remembering the trauma they left you. You hated them. They treated you like a dog. Slapping you whenever you got the slightest thing wrong. Threatening to leave you in the streets. You barely felt happiness. But, your friend, Yumi. She worked as a maid with you but as the idea of running away came out of your mouth, she immediately refused. Not giving into the risks of getting caught. You had tried convincing but she had said her farewell. You were starved if you did not behave. Even if you behaved and somehow bothered somebody, they would do unspeakable things. But, there was always this guy who would stand out. He used weapons, which you are not supposed to use if you are a sorcerer. Well, you had always thought he was one.

You run and run and run. Of course, barefoot. You can't run with zoris (shoes worn with a kimono). Leaving scars, and cuts on your foot. Tripping about a 100 times. You were glad that you managed to get out. But, what now? You had tripped again, bruising your knee unable to get up. You felt dizzy, the trauma, leaving your friend behind, starvation. Your tears fell on the ground. Crying for a little luck.

At the end, you passed out.

You wake up on a queen-sized bed. Holy shit, it was so comfortable and soft. Who knows when you last slept on an actual bed, let alone a queen-sized bed.

But wait hold on, who's house is this? Where are you? You had tried to get up but your knees hold you back. Damn, you were hurt bad. On top of that, you felt dizzy, you had a cold too?! Maybe running away while it was raining wasn't really a good idea. Anyways, a man walks in the room. God damn, he was attractive. Huge, and muscles. And obviously, tall. He had a scar beside his lips. Wearing a robe and wet hair. Wait a minute.

"TOJI ZEN'IN?!" you yell, scared as fuck. You thought he was basically going to kill you. He looks at you funny. You were glaring at him, backing up with your blanket about to cry.

"It's Fushiguro now, are you dumb?" he said, walking up to you.

"Why am I here?!" you asked, absolutely creeped out by Toji.

"Uh.. maybe because you were on the ground? Passed out? I can always just throw you out in the streets, you know?"

Your eyes widen and sudden memories of the threats the Kamo clan left you with started poping up in your mind. Not to mention they had actually done that to you.

His phone starts ringing, "Wait, gotta take this." he said attempting to walk away. Your hands squeezed his robe not letting him go, "I'm sorry." you said as tears started flooding your eyes. Rubbing your head, he walked away. After he exited the room, you got so embarrassed because you had such an unnecessary reaction. You got up carefully and walked out of the room. You saw Toji on the balcony talking some nonsense. The apartment was clean. But luxurious.

Toji walked up to you, "Wtf was that about?"

"I don't know. Your apartment is so pretty though." You said. Trying not to bust out crying and beg for help. You wanted to open up, but you didn't want pity.

"Okay, enough chitchatting. You need to go." He said.

"I have nowhere to go. Plus." You spread your arms trying to hint at your dirty clothes.

"What? You want a hug or somethin'?" He said, trying to hold in a laugh.

"Ugh, no! I'm talking about my clothes" You yelled.

He finally understood you and gave you a T-shirt and grey sweatpants, which, of course, was really baggy. At least, it was comfy tho!

"Do you have a bathroom?" You asked.

"No, I piss in the bushes." He said angrily.

You got mad at him. He pointed you to the bathroom. You struggled to walk but made it just fine. After you showered and changed, you saw Toji eating in front of the TV. Holy shit, this is really the modern world.

You sat beside him, "So... what do you do for a living?"

He looks at you up and down, "Get rid of people like you."

You looked at him mortified but also in confusion, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Never mind."

You were still confused. What does he mean by "People like you"?

Toji's phone started ringing, "I have to go now, you can leave or stay. I don't care." He got up to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Nunya"

"What's Nunya?"

"Nunya business" he said leaving the apartment.

Of course, you were mad. But, you knew you had to get out of here. You started looking around the rooms to gather stuff you will need. You took a bag and stuffed food, water, clothes and came across a safe. You knew what you had to do. You looked around the room the safe was in and luckily found a screwdriver. You started unscrewing the hinges. Holy shit, that man was rich. You thought to yourself in shock, "What the hell does he do for a living to have this much cash lying around?" You took about ¥1.5 million. Your leg was still hurting but you had to go. You left the apartment and you were looking for directions to a nearby hotel. You asked some local people for directions.

You got to the hotel. And you were just planning on staying there until you have somewhere to stay. It was nighttime already and you were tired. You went to your room 101 and damn, it looks so luxurious. Well, this is what ¥4,500 gets you. You jumped on your bed, feeling the pain in your back slowly drift away. You were tired. But, at least you have some money to get you going for now. As you were just about to fall asleep, you heard noises from next door. Damn, they were loud. They were having a bit TOO much fun. You were fed up with it and knocked on the door of the room next to yours. A girl opened the door after a while, "What do you need?", having a blanket covering.

"Nothing but uh can you guys be more quiet. I can hear you from next door-" You got interrupted. You saw Toji show up behind the girl as he was putting on his shirt, "What's going o-"

He saw you. Your heart dropped to your stomach but you were also in shock.

"One second, I'll be right back." He said to the girl as he left the room. You attempted to back up to your room and close the door on him. You turned around and suddenly heard him push the door open. He grabbed your arm to make you face him, "What the fuck are you doing here?" He was mad. "I left, duh. I should be asking you that" you replied, looking at him directly into the eyes. "Why do you have all my stuff? On top of that, my clothes?! Wait a minute, how did you even pay for this hotel room?" You looked down, scared of what he might do. He noticed the bag of money on your bed, "Okay, I'll be taking this" as he grabbed the bag from the bed and tried to walk out. You attempted to catch up to him, "Wait wait, I don't want any trouble" You tried to grab his arm. He then swiftly grabbed both your wrists at once and pushed you against the wall, pulling his head closer to yours. Your heart was beating so fast that you might have actually passed out. "Don't mess with my shit." He looked into your eyes. You felt like he was controlling you with his eyes. "I'll be taking my money now, I expect you to return all of my things tomorrow things. If you don't show up, I'll find you." He left the room and you dropped immediately to the floor. What's going on? You were in shock but you weren't complaining either. But you hated to admit you couldn't help but feel yourself blushing a little.

You went to bed trying so hard not to think about him. But more than that, you were worried about the money. You didn't know where to go and staying in his apartment would just be weird and awkward. Even if you wanted to run away, you wouldn't have anything. You thought to yourself, maybe going back to Toji's place and try to convince him to help you out a little bit.

The next morning, you got up but left Toji's stuff in the hotel room. You went back to Toji's place and knocked on his door.

"Where's my stuff?" he said.

"Okay, Toji listen. I'm in a very difficult place right now and you seem to have a lot of money and I know you can spare a little bit. Especially since you helped me that one night." you begged him, "Please, I just need help right now."

You were the type of person who never asked for help, but this time you actually needed it.

He stared at you with a blank expression. "Please..."

"And what will I get in return for doing all of this for you?"

"What? Why do I need to do anything?" You said, in confusin.

"Alright then, you can leave." he said as he was about to close the door on you.

"WAIT I can... be a really good maid! I swear, I'm really good at cooking, cleaning, laundry, anything!! You name it!!"

"Anything?" He said, kneeling a bit down to get closer to your face, smirking.

"Yeah anything... as long as it pays." You jump in surprise.

A while later...

You didn't know how it got to this point. From Toji saving you to begging him for help to you squirming on his lap with your pussy spread by his two thick, long fingers. Oh, he loved to torture tf out of you. His fingers hit your sweet spot every single time, making you whimper. You wanted more. No, you needed it. Hiding your face in his neck trying to quiet down.

"Damn, you're sensitive." he whispered in your ears.

He slid in one more finger, making you moan in pain but also pleasure. You were dripping. The slick sounds that were made by Toji as he kept abusing your cunt. Hugging, gripping onto his neck, scratching, almost bruising it from the pleasure. "Hngh- T-toji- please." Meanwhile, he had his face buried between your tits. Sucking and kissing your nipples. Not being able to take it, you came all over his fingers

With the other hand, Toji pushed his underwear off and tossed it to the other side. You were surprised, just seeing his cock made your pussy clench around his fingers. He took his fingers out and slid It in your mouth, making you suck his fingers, "Good girl." As you were distracted, he swiped his head between your swollen lips. You yelped in pain, your sloppy hole clenched around his cock, "W-wait, i-i don't think- aanghh! it'll f-fit"

"It will." He groaned, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you down onto his cock as he laid back. At this point, you were a mess. You were drooling, moaning your life out, only being able to scream Toji's name. You were that sensitive.

"T-toji! Hngh- aahh!! p-please more!!" You moaned, but it seemed like Toji was struggling too. You clenched so well around him, so tight and he absolutely loved it, “H-holy shit, fuckfuckfuck.” You couldn't take it anymore, it was so much. Being fucked by Toji Zen'in? Damn, you were lucky. You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss. Pulling out from the kiss to catch your breath.

You felt your orgasm coming again, being sensitive still from the last time. Toji chose not to be cruel this time and abuse your cunt even more.

Your hands clenched on his chest. Your legs were shaking but you loved it.

Next Morning...

You woke up on Toji's bed, your back hurting from last night. But, Toji had already left the apartment. Toji had told you before that there were bandages in the closet for your feet. After you put bandages on your feet, you noticed that you guys are out of milk and eggs so you decided to go out for groceries.

You left the apartment and started to walk, you saw Toji and his eyes swidened at you, "Y/N, go back to the apartment, Wtf are you doing??"

"I'm getting groceries. Cuz your fridge is empty. Unless you want to starve." You spit out.

"I don't give a fuck, Y/N." He said, "I'll starve, just go back."

"Too bad, I don't want to starve and you can't control me." You said, about to walk away.

He grabbed you by your wrist, "Well last I heard you’re my maid and I’m the one paying you so maybe just do what I ask you" and pushes you into the alley way aggressively. Pinning you onto the wall as he covered your mouth with his palm, "Don't speak."

You peeked your head a little bit, fighting against Toji's palm(you had to put in A LOT of effort) and recognizing one of the Kamo Clan's guards. You immediately pushed your head back on the wall, in a state of panic. You were scared that you would get dragged back to the clan, as tears flooded your eyes.

Toji put his hands firmly on your waist, pulling you closer to him. But, at this point, you were crying quietly. He wiped your tears, "Stop crying..." He felt awkward. You tried not to burst out crying even more, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Toji looked out to see if there were any guards, "Okay, let's go back to the apartment" he said as he grabbed your arm.

You got back and he made you sit on the couch. He offered you water and made you some fish cakes, "Are you okay now?"

He sat next to you. You struggled to speak, "Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?"

"I dunno... I felt bad." He said as his mouth was filled with the food, "Do you want some space?"

You nodded and he led you to his room, and he sat in front of the TV, watching his favorite drama.

After a while, he knocked on the door, "You good now?" as he opened the door, "Yeah, I'm fine now.. thank you" You smiled lightly. You attempted to get up but from last night and the cuts on your feet, you tripped, falling on Toji's chest. He caught you but it's like yours and his eyes were locked. You grabbed him by his neck to pull him into a kiss. He picked you up as your legs wrapped around his waist. Passionately giving him kisses.

As he had you against the wall, he started taking your panties off, putting your leg on his shoulder. He slid in two of his fingers in your hole at once stretching you out, making you yelp in pleasure. You tried your best to hold in your moans, clinging onto his neck and legit scratching it as he abused your sweet spot.

"We went through this last night, Y/N." He groaned.

Hearing him say your name made your pussy clench around his fingers even more, bringing you close to your orgasm. "T-toji- I'm c-close"

Well, this time, he decided to be cruel!

As you were so so so close, he pulled out his fingers, not letting you feel the satisfaction. You whined at the loss of his fingers, "Not yet."

He took off his underwear and threw it somewhere, who cares? "to-o oh,! fast!" You whimpered in the sudden spark of pain and pleasure. You felt his cock entering your hole as he grabbed your waist to push you down, "C'mon, you can take this, like you did last night." He wasn't even fully in and your pussy was already dripping. He moved his hands on the sensitive part of your cunt, already learning your body. He pushed his cock further in, "T-toji- hngh- can't take it when you go too fast-"

"Isn't this what you want?" He smirked at you, rubbing his hands on your cunt, coating his hands with your juice. He started rubbing his cock at the sponge area in your pussy, making him groan, "aah- fuck.."

"Oh- ah- fuck toji! i'm g-gonna cum- i-it feels s-so damn good- aah"

Your pussy clenched around his cock so well, making him groan. He pulled you into a kiss as you coated his cock with your orgasm.

[writersgarden]

swimming lessons | e.m

summary - reader teaches eddie how to swim (5k)

no tws! please note, this is fem!reader x eddie but there are physical descriptions. (i find it very difficult to write without physical descriptions, that is why this is originally eddie x oc but altered for more people to enjoy!)

author’s notes - it’s been a year since i posted my writing online and even longer since i finished anything. i’m trying very hard to get back into writing because i completely lost any ability to for a long while because of how busy my life had gotten. my life has finally finally calmed down again so i can pour more time and energy into growing as a writer! i cross-post on ao3 as @fleursamour where i write eddie x oc. that said, hope you enjoy! 

The summer of ’86 had broken the heat record and there were still four weeks of summer vacation left. The Starcourt Mall’s remains still stood in the middle of the town but people were too hot to care for it which was a small victory in the grand scheme of things. The less people asked questions, the less Y/N felt the need to look over her shoulder and expect angry Russians to point a gun at her. 

Instead, Y/N waded through the mass of people heading to the swimming pool, dodging children in their bright bathing suits and matching floaties and impatient moms who just wanted to lay by the side of the pool and read their over-the-counter romance novels while their children tried to drown each other in the water. 

Little drops of sweat formed at the base of her neck and rolled down as she moved against the crowd, heading in the opposite direction. She licked her dry lips and walked a little faster until finally: air. 

Y/N sighed as she sucked in some fresh air, the chattering and loud laughter moving away and away until they finally faded into nothing. 

Dressed in her classic red bathing suit with white rims and jeans-shorts, Y/N walked until the granite streets turned into the uneven ground of the forest. Y/N clung to her duffle bag as she moved, bypassing a fallen tree trunk, until she finally reached the trailer park which held the trailer of one Eddie Munson. 

Perhaps their friendship was an unconventional one. Y/N was a cheerleader, head cheerleader to be exact, and Eddie… Eddie was called ‘The Freak’ on a good day, never mind the bad days. A Dungeon Master with a passion for playing the guitar and a rock-and-roll style having a friendship with a preppy cheerleader from the suburbs who spent her days reading and writing stories about people falling in love? It was unheard of. 

And yet…

And yet, they bonded very quickly after being assigned a project in History, a subject Y/N was exceptionally good at. They worked together for six long weeks; dividing their time between the Wheeler house and Eddie’s trailer and ended up with the highest grade in their class, though Y/N figured they would’ve still become close friends if it wasn’t for the grade. Between sticky fingers from glueing their cardboard presentation board and long breaks sitting on the porch or in the grass just talking, Y/N and Eddie realised they were two creative minds who simply worked together. 

Once the project was done, Y/N broke the news to Mike that yes, she might have stolen his new idol as her friend, and joined the D&D club, though not fully. Y/N still wasn’t keen on playing D&D, the long hours of it making her feel antsy, but she worked together with Eddie to compose great stories for the boys to act out and Eddie made a pink Hellfire shirt, just for her.  

They still talked, about everything and nothing. Y/N didn’t quite understand why but everything felt easy between them. Eddie was the one person she could tell everything to without fearing he would judge her because he was Eddie and Eddie was kind and understood.

And now she was standing in front of his trailer, hand raised to knock on the metal door. Y/N only had to worry for a second about burning her fingers when the door swung open and strong arms wrapped around her body.

Eddie lifted her clean off the ground, swinging her around like a rag-doll. For a nerd, Eddie was strong. Y/N would’ve never expected it but it only took a glance at Eddie’s rolled-up sleeves which revealed his veined forearms and that one time he wore a T-shirt while sitting next to her in her mom’s canopy, drinking overly sweet iced tea as they poured over the next campaign for Y/N to know he could snap her like a twig.

“Good morning to you too, Eds,” Y/N laughed softly, wrapping her own arms around his neck as she squeezed her eyes shut. He smelled of cheap cologne and weed, a scent that had become so familiar to her that she dreamt of it sometimes. Not that she would ever admit that to anyone but her diary.

Eddie pulled back a little to look at Y/N with twinkling brown eyes and a sweet smile. “Hey there! Fancy meeting you here, doll.”

“Ready for our swimming lessons?”

Y/N could tell from the look on Eddie’s face that he was most definitely not. For a guy who always tried to play it cool and distract people with his humour, his eyes spoke words his lips never would. Y/N read him easily, perhaps too easily. When did they get this familiar with each other?

“It’ll be okay, I promise,” Y/N added, her voice honeyed as she rubbed a hand over Eddie’s bicep. He was still holding on to her, feet dangling uselessly above the ground. “I won’t let you drown.”

Eddie set Y/N down and stepped back, looking over her body slowly, from her wiggling toes in her white sneakers, to the miles of olive skin that stretched over her legs, to her tight jean-shorts and even tighter bathing suit, up to her face, and then back again. “You are going to rescue me if I go under?” Eddie dramatically sunk to his knees and sprawled on his back, head lolling to the side. “I’ll be dead in a minute.”

“Prick!” Y/N exclaimed with a laugh and dropped next to Eddie, holding her hands above his heart. “I could drag you back to land if it was a dire situation like drowning. You know how people have those strength-spells because of adrenaline?” Y/N smirked then, pushing against Eddie’s chest once where his heart resided, still beating as strongly as ever. “Besides, I know CPR.”

“CPR comes with more than just getting my heart working,” Eddie teased, pursing his lips. “Do y’know how to do this too, princess?”

Y/N pushed Eddie’s face away with a scoff. “Matter of fact, I do! But if you were really in need of air, you wouldn’t make kissy faces like that.”

Eddie suddenly lunged for Y/N and turned them around which was followed by an undignified squeal from Y/N and a loud laugh from Eddie who now hung above her with a sly smirk on his lips. The shadow he cast over Y/N protected her from the sun and gave her some much-needed cooling down which was promptly heated up again by Eddie lowering himself until he was only a hair away from lying down on her fully, his forearm coming to rest next to her head, his other arm holding her hip.

His touch was searing hot and it took Y/N everything not to blush.

It didn’t work.

But, if Eddie were to ask after the blush, she would lie and say it came from the sun. Y/N did always strategically burn along her nose and over the sides of her cheeks.

“What would I need to do then to get mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?” Eddie asked innocently, squeezing Y/N’s hip with his ring-clad fingers. His hand was big on her frame and Y/N was a little too aware of it. 

“Drown,” Y/N deadpanned.

Eddie tilted his head before nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay?!”

If people hadn’t been awake already, Y/N’s screech would’ve woken the entire trailer park.

Eddie let out a short laugh and leaned closer until Y/N was struggling to breathe. “Yes, doll. Okay. If that’s what it takes, I’ll drown.”

Y/N mentally noted down this entire conversation to use later in her still-unfinished romance novel. It wouldn’t be the first time Y/N had taken an example from her real-life conversations with Eddie to use for her stories. Eddie was just a walking romance novel hero, she couldn’t help that either.

“Don’t you dare!”

“Hey, kids!”

Eddie quickly rolled off Y/N and helped her up, just in time for his uncle Wayne to open the door to their trailer and peer down at them knowingly. “Thought you were headin’ to the lake?”

“We were, Uncle, just got held up.” Eddie wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Y/N here was distracting me but we’ll be on our way now.”

Eddie threw a wink Y/N’s way which was met with yet another one of her blushes. Y/N tried to blame being on the shyer side for her scarlet cheeks, or even just Eddie being a menace to society and the entire female population but she secretly knew there was more to it. And yet, the admittance of something like being in love with your best friend was more than Y/N could handle, even if it was only to herself.

So, she pushed Eddie’s arm off which found its way around her waist instead and avoided Uncle Wayne’s eyes.

“Let’s go then,” Eddie grinned wolfishly, steering Y/N away from the trailer and Uncle Wayne and towards the lake which laid only a few minutes walk away. “The faster we get there, the sooner you save my life.”

“Wasn’t funny the first time, isn’t funny now.”

Y/N held a very real fear that Eddie was actually going to drown and there was nothing she could do. Eddie stood at a whopping 5 feet 10 which towered at least 7 inches above her. He wasn’t scrawny either, if the twirls from before were anything to go by, and Y/N realised that if Eddie went under, there wasn’t much she could do.

Eddie, noticing Y/N’s stiff posture and restless hands, squeezed her hip sweetly. “Not gonna drown on you, sweetness. I wouldn’t do that to you. I know you worry too much.”

“I worry just the right amount, thank you very much,” Y/N replied with an edge to her voice before she softened. “Don’t wanna lose you, Eds.”

The hand around her waist moved up until Eddie reached the underside of her breast. Y/N held her breath. It, thankfully and sadly, moved up her arm instead and towards her head where Eddie’s big hand laid, covering a big part of her ear, and pulled her in. Y/N’s head came to lay against his broad chest, her arms fitting nicely around his waist and though them walking like this was quite uncomfortable, Y/N relished in the closeness of their bodies.

“That’s not gonna happen,” Eddie promised. His hand brushed through her hair and Y/N prayed he wouldn’t see the goosebumps he ignited from his mere touch alone. “You’re stuck with me, doll. Get used to it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

Through the trees, the glittering of water became more and more visible until there was nothing obstructing their view of the lake stretching out over the horizon, gentle waves rippling. Evergreen trees stood at the sides, stretching up to the sky. Y/N took a deep breath and inhaled the gentle scent of salt and earth. 

“We need more sunblock,” she mumbled, reaching for the bottle in her duffle bag. She promptly ignored Eddie’s small huff ‘Of course, she brought goddamn sunblock’ and turned to him with the white cream coating her palm. “Come ‘ere.”

“Nope, not gonna happen,” Eddie grumbled, stumbling back a few steps with his hands outstretched. “I’m too metal for sunblock.”

“You’d rather risk walking around like a lobster?” Y/N asked, her eyebrow raised inquisitively. “It’s not very metal to waddle around, shithead.”

Eddie considered her for a moment and, with another grumble, tore off his shirt and…

Oh.

The sight before her was a work of art: muscles rippling over pale skin, a few scattered moles that made up a constellation she longed to trace with the tip of her forefinger. Eddie approached her as Y/N focused on his tattoos, wondering how many more he would get and if there would ever be one for her. Tuffs of chest hair moved tantalisingly down, disappearing underneath his swimming shorts and Y/N had to look away.

Eddie bent down then until they were on eye level, a small smirk playing on his lips. “I’ll only wear sunblock if it’s you putting it on.”

Did he flirt with her just to embarrass her or was there more behind his words? Y/N couldn’t figure it out. Perhaps that’s why she hadn’t acted on anything so far even though she definitely had opportunities to.

“Fine, you big baby,” Y/N managed to utter, saving herself from complete embarrassment. Bless her brain for letting her come up with something in response and play it semi-cool. Though, Eddie’s intense gaze that wouldn’t leave her made Y/N wonder if he had easily read her and just let her off the hook this time. 

Y/N couldn’t think about it too much and decided to be grateful for small miracles instead. 

Y/N stepped forward, her hands slick with sunblock, and hesitantly laid them upon Eddie's warm shoulders. His feverish gaze made her heart skip a beat, but she focused on rubbing the lotion into his skin - starting with his shoulders and working her way down his arms. She had to pour more sunblock on her hands to cover his chest too. Her hands moved quicker and quicker the more she went down. Y/N didn’t dare to get close to his swimming shorts so she made him turn around instead, ignoring his comment about him getting a sunburn on the lower half of his abdomen. 

His back had tattoos Y/N hadn’t seen before. She traced the large dragon that spanned most of his spine and its wings that moved with his shoulder muscles reverently. “It’s beautiful, Eds.”

“Thank you,” he answered. Something in his voice sounded as though he had wanted to say something else.

Y/N finished with Eddie’s face, covering it with the cream in gentle strokes. Her hand lingered on his cheek ever so briefly but the intensity of Eddie’s gaze made her move further up to his forehead which she had to reach by standing on her tippy toes and sweetly moving his hair out of the way.

Eddie wrapped a steady arm around her waist when she almost fell from her tippy toes which pushed them chest to chest. Y/N wondered if he could feel her curves against him but if he did, Eddie didn’t say anything.

With gentle strokes, Y/N finished applying cream to Eddie's face, her hand lingering on his cheek ever so briefly before the intensity of his gaze urged her to move on. Standing on her tippy toes, she sweetly moved his hair out of the way to reach his forehead.

When Y/N lost her balance, Eddie wrapped a steady arm around her waist, pulling her close. Their bodies pressed together, chest to chest. She wondered if Eddie could feel her curves against him, but if he did, he didn’t mention it.

Once Eddie was covered in sunblock, Eddie turned to Y/N and nodded at her shorts. “Don’t you need sunblock as well?”

“Oh… Yeah, you’re right.” Y/N bit her lip and wiggled out of her shorts, pretending she didn’t see Eddie staring at her, a flush on his face Y/N blamed the sun for. “I can do it myself, though. Because I’m not a big, pouty baby.”

“Allow me to help you anyways, princess?” Eddie replied, ignoring her big baby comment which made the air feel thicker around them.

Eddie even bowed before her like she was truly a princess and he, her loyal servant. 

It took Y/N two swallows to answer.

“Okay.”

It came out strained, barely audible, but Eddie immediately sunk to his knees before her as though she had shouted it from the rooftops and Y/N had trouble not imagining him doing this in different situations. Then Eddie dared to look up at her from beneath those long eyelashes and Y/N genuinely thought she had a sunstroke with how woozy she felt. 

“Sunblock?”

“What?” Y/N answered dumbly, not able to look away from the way Eddie blinked up at her, brown eyes sparkling warmly in the sun. He licked his lips and then grinned, shaking his head.

“The sunblock, Y/N.” Eddie stuck out his hand. “I’m good with touching you without, but I don’t think you would allow me.”

You truly have no idea, do you?

“Shit, yeah, sorry,” Y/N chuckled nervously and nearly dropped the sunblock as she fumbled to get it out of her duffle bag once more, laying it in Eddie’s hand who uncapped the bottle, squirted the cream into his hands and then they were on her leg.

From her ankle, up her calve and to her thigh which easily fit between his hands. He didn’t just rub the sunblock in but kneaded which made Y/N jerk every time, ignoring the tension in her lower tummy, the warmth that coursed through her body.

Eddie’s hands were wanderers, seemingly tracking along her body as though they would find something new if they only searched well enough. Y/N would have thought this was Eddie’s first time touching a girl if she didn’t know better.

 His hands moved up her hips, over the dips of her waist and up again to her ribs. With the bodysuit Y/N was wearing, she could only feel fabric, but to her, it almost felt as though he was rubbing over bare skin and Y/N was on fire.

Finally, he moved up her arms, to her shoulders and oh so gently shifted to her collarbones, massaging her. Y/N let out an involuntary sigh and closed her eyes, allowing her to enjoy his touches for this moment and this moment alone. She couldn’t keep doing this to herself, what if she fell even harder and there was no turning back?

Eddie rubbed the cream into her neck with such gentle moves, such precision, Y/N wondered if he thought of her as delicate. Eddie was all dramatic falls and hard hits on the D&D board and excited screams and running and climbing and yet he was touching her as if one too-hard touch would shatter her in his hands. Y/N liked it, liked feeling fragile and breakable, liked that Eddie showed her more care than anyone ever had. 

His hands came to lay over her cheeks and Y/N finally blinked her eyes open again. She hadn’t even noticed Eddie had moved this close but there he was, towering above her once more. If she moved her face upwards their noses would brush with the way he was bent down slightly. Y/N felt the great urge to and for a moment, Y/N wondered if Eddie was coming closer, leaning in or if it was just her imagination. 

And then the warm touches were gone and Y/N suddenly felt cold despite the blistering heat bearing down on her. Eddie had taken a few steps back, throwing the sunblock in the grass.

“Ready to go then?” Eddie asked, his face crumpling in confusion when Y/N held up her hand as a ‘wait, please’ signal. With trembling fingers, Y/N took out a portable radio, suddenly feeling stupid for bringing it. 

“Ehm… I just thought… Maybe you would feel a little better with music? I even checked the channels and there was one with like metal songs and rock and roll and stuff and it’s… It’s really stupid, I’m sorry. I just- I shouldn’t’ve…”

Eddie took two long strides and then he had her chin in his hand, tilting it up so Y/N was forced to look up at him. “You’re an angel and I don’t deserve you.” Eddie promptly leaned down and kissed her cheek.

The butterflies raged long after the radio was placed in the grass and they were standing at the edge of the water, Eddie’s hand a clamp around Y/N’s. 

“We’ll take it slow,” Y/N said soothingly, laying her free hand over Eddie’s. “We’re doing this at your pace.”

The sun made her skin prickle pleasantly, though her nose was already starting to burn despite the sunblock. The top of Y/N’s dark chocolate hair felt hot, almost unbearably so, but the sweet relief of the lake laid before her and it wouldn’t be long before she was allowed to dunk her head under and cool off again.

Y/N threw Eddie a sideways glance. His hair was kept up with one of her scrunchies, one she would most likely never see again. Eddie looked unfairly good with his hair up. Maybe she could convince him to get some earrings… He would look-

Okay, no. 

Focus.

“Maybe we should sit on the side first?” Eddie croaked, his entire body shaking as he stared down at the water. Y/N immediately nodded and moved to sit down with Eddie who followed, oh so slowly. 

“Better?”

Eddie nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Better.”

“Remember what I said? Paddle with your legs to stay upright and to swim you move your arms and legs in circles. If you turn on your back you will float.”

His mouth moved as though he was repeating the words back to himself and then gave her an almost imperceptible nod. “I’m ready.”

Y/N grinned and held Eddie’s hand the entire way down. She would hold his hand through anything.

The shock of the cold water made Y/N freeze briefly, remembering to paddle her legs when her chin went under. 

“Hey!” Eddie exclaimed. “Don’t go drowning on me now, doll. I need you here.”

Y/N turned to Eddie and reached out with her other hand, laughing softly. “You’re doing so well, though! I don’t think you need me as much as you think you do.”

“Don’t think there will ever be a second I don’t need you,” Eddie mumbled back and squeezed her hands gently. 

With some fumbling and a few exclaims, Eddie was paddling like a pro and could even swim a circle around Y/N which made her cheer so loudly a few birds flew away with affronted caws. 

Eddie swam around her again, his hands gliding through the water with effortless grace. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how naked his hands looked without his rings, without the chains around his wrists. Vulnerability seeped through the cracks of his carefully crafted image. He was stripped bare before her, revealing not Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson or Eddie the Dungeon Master or even Eddie the Senior Year Repeater, but just Eddie Munson, the boy Y/N had fallen in love with.

It was a privilege to see him like this.

Had others?

Doubtfully.

Eddie got around, he really did, but when Y/N pictured Eddie in bed with other girls, bearing the sting of the thought, she couldn’t imagine him as exposed and raw as he was now. He always wore his rings and the chains around his wrists and the guitar pick around his neck. It was part of what made him attractive, to Y/N as well. But it wasn’t all that made him attractive. What made him attractive was his excited yells as he swam faster than he had before, without nearly going underwater this time. What made him attractive was the blinding smile he shot at Y/N, all boyish and broad. What made him attractive was the way he came up behind her and hooked his head over her shoulder. 

“You’re in your head again,” he noted, non-accusatory as always. “Come back to me, doll.”

“I’m here,” Y/N smiled and turned quickly, daring to wrap her arms around Eddie’s shoulders. “My legs are just tired, that’s all.”

It wasn’t even a lie. Now that she said it, her legs truly did feel heavy, her muscles aching from overuse.

Eddie looked down as though he could see the exhaustion in Y/N’s legs. He nodded once and placed his hands under her thighs, prompting her to hook her legs around his hips, holding her close as he paddled his legs just as Y/N taught him.

Y/N sighed gratefully and laid her cheek on his shoulder, breathing in the washed-out smell of that cheap cologne he always wore. It had been altered, smelled even more alcoholic now, but Y/N pushed in closer anyways. 

His skin was sun-warmed, a curl tickled her nose, and their bodies stuck together from the heat. 

Y/N had never felt happier than she did now.

“Comfy?” Eddie asked, his voice amused. Y/N could imagine his eyes twinkling as he said it.

“So comfy,” Y/N slurred, her eyes drooping. 

God, she could fall asleep like this. 

Eddie’s wet hand moved to the back of her head, holding her steady. “Go sleep, baby. I’ll keep you safe.”

Y/N nodded and fell asleep with a smile and a lasting thought: That was a new one.

The sun was setting when she woke up. Her back was marked with indents of the grass she had been laying on. Her body was already dry, save for her bathing suit which always took ages to dry up. Y/N yawned and turned, smiling at Eddie who was already looking at her — eyes squinted, nose scrunched adorably at the moving sun that shone in his eyes. 

“Good morning, princess,” Eddie greeted her, scooting closer until their arms brushed. Every hair on Y/N’s body stood on end, goosebumps rippling over her skin again. Eddie stopped pretending he didn’t see and traced the outline of them instead.

“You could’ve woken-“

Eddie shook his head, fingers dancing up and down her arm. “You were looking so peaceful.”

Eddie swallowed then and moved even closer. “You’re beautiful. Couldn’t bring myself to wake you.”

The blush that had finally faded after hours of being under Eddie’s ministrations returned again. 

Eddie sighed and squeezed his eyes shut.

“You’ll kill me one day, doll. And it will be goddamn worth it.”

Y/N laughed nervously, shaking her head, droplets of water falling left behind by her shifting hair. “You can’t talk like that.”

“Why not?” Eddie moved impossibly closer, their noses brushing together.

“We’re friends.”

“Keep talking,” Eddie whispered, his hand moving up to lay over her cheek. 

Y/N couldn’t focus, not with the way Eddie was looking at her — as though he held the world in the palm of his hand. It was too great to bear.

“I refuse to be one of the girls you fuck then throw away.”

Eddie’s eyes sparkled in amusement. “Shut up.”

“Wh-“

“Shut. Up. Y/N.”

And then he kissed her, deep, unhurried. His tongue brushed the roof of her mouth and the sound Y/N let out pushed him closer until he was rolling on top of her, one hand moving to brace the back of her head, the other enfolding her hip. His leg fitted perfectly between her own. 

Pulling back, Eddie moved his hand until he was cradling her cheek once more, swiping under her eye. “You’re not one of the girls ‘I fuck then throw away’,” Eddie said, enunciating the last part. “You would never be.”

“So what then,” Y/N asked, licking her lips and this time, Eddie looked down at her lips unabashedly. A complicated expression flickered on his face before it lit up as though he just remembered he could kiss her, he already had before. 

Eddie kissed her once, twice, a third time. 

“You’re everything,” Eddie whispered against her lips. “You’re my everything. I want you to be my- I mean… You already are my everything but I want you…” Eddie cleared his throat. “What I’m saying is, I want you to be mine. I want to be yours, if you'll let me.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around Eddie’s neck and pulled him closer. Her leg hooked over his hip and nodded, lips slanting over Eddie in lieu of an answer. She understood what he meant and he understood what she meant without too many words.

“I didn’t even have to fake drowning,” Eddie said once he pulled back with wonder in his voice and stars in his eyes.

“Shut up, Eddie,” Y/N told him this time and kissed him again until he couldn’t breathe. She would show him a different kind of drowning, one all-consuming and way better than what the water could do for him.

That was the summer the infamous relationship between Y/N Y/L/N and Eddie Munson started. There would be many more summers after, but this one, the hottest summer of ’86, was by far the most memorable.

[yournumbersup]

Live Life With No Regrets

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader, suggested by tumblr user  @cambbb-56

Warnings- Smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving duh), angst, internalized homophobia, Steve being a slight wing-man

Summary: (Y/N) can't think straight, and she's convinced that something is wrong with her. Little does she know, she goes to the right person for this kind of issue..

Word count: 2.6K words

It was an early March morning, having stayed up all night with these thoughts that just seem to never go away. Why does she like a girl? That's completely wrong! She can't like a girl, she'll go to hell!

She got up from the nice safe space that was her bed, and quickly began getting ready for work dspite not needing to be there for another hour and a half.

Pulling the family video vest over your head, you head downstairs just to realize that both your mom and dad are gone. They left a note on the fridge, "We're so sorry honey, but we have to leave for the week. Emergency business! We love you! Take care of yourself." and you just sighed. Looks like it would be a movie week for you mixed with work, it's a good way to try and derail your mind of these thoughts that always seem to be crawling back.

You grab your notepad and pencil and decide to make your way to family video to open for the day, since you really didn't anything better to do. When you got into your car, you looking into the rearview mirror just to uncover dark eyebags that you swore weren't there yesterday.

 But whatever, you just needed to get to work and go along from then. Maybe you could talk to Steve or Robin about this? But what if this makes them hate you and not want to stay friends with you? What if they too realize that something is wrong with you and just toss you out into the street like everyone else seemed to do whenever you tried to gain their friendship and approval. 

Starting your car, you make the decision to not go straight to work, and instead to go to Steve's house. 

Reaching the brunette's house, she steps out of her car and closes the car door behind her, taking in a deep breath to try and stabilize herself for this conversation that could happen. 

She walks up to the door and does the signature knock between the three of you, so Steve instantly knows that either you or robin is here. He looks out his window and sees your car, so he gets up and heads downstairs to the door.

The door opens in front of you to reveal and bed head Steve who looks like his beauty sleep got interrupted.

"Hey, Steve.. Sorry to bother you this early, but it's kind of imporant and I haven't been able to sleep while thinking about it."

"Sure, come on in (y/n/n), I'll listen but do you want something to eat?"

She smiles softly, nodding her head. "I slightly rushed out of my house this morning because this has just been aching and eating through my core and I don't know what else to do about it, Steve!"

His heart dropped to his stomach, and now he was sure that this couldnt pull his attention anymore because it was all he focused on in that very moment. Tears started falling from her cheeks and she choked out a sob. Covering her face with her hands, she couldn't bear to look at Steve.

"Steve, I don't want you to hate me, okay? You're basically all that I have left! I'm an only child and you are the only big brother figure that I have, and Robin means so much to me too but I need you to understand this when I say it, okay?"

You sat in silence, slowly looking up at Steve with seriousness, and he nodded. "yeah. Yeah, of course (y/n/n), what's going on? Are you okay? Do I need to beat the shit out of someone?"

She chuckled and shook her head, before her face fell almost completely.

"Please dont leave me when I tell you this, Steve. Okay?"

He smiled softly, a reassuring gesture that he always gave when you needed it most. "I won't leave you (y/n), I promise."

She began to shake, taking in a small breath to finally let the words come out.

"Okay, so Steve, I'm so confused at the moment. I don't know what I like anymore! I want to like boys, I want to be in love with a guy but everytime I try there is always this one girl who curves my thoughts! She makes me question everything and now I think I might be gay but I don't know and what I was taught by my parents is that stuff like that is wrong."

They sat in silence for a little bit, before she finally returned Steve's gaze, him clearly trying to grasp it but slightly struggling.

He stood up, looking down at you for a second, before enveloping you in a tight embrace, one that made you feel safe and loved, not scared or controlled like every other guy made you feel.

"I'm glad you told me, (y/n), but I think a better person to talk to about this would be Robin."

She nodded slowly, "Okay, okay.. I will. When should I talk to her about it? Should I invite her over to talk about it privately? Cause my parents are going to be gone for a week and I really need the closure-"

Steve cut off her rambling by pointing at the clock. Shit, their shift starts in 5 minutes.

"Our own cars?" Steve asks, grabbing his keys.

"Yeah! Last one to the family video has to close tonight!" You say, running out the door with a smile on your face as you get into your car, and youre pulling out of the driveway before Steve is even outside.

When you arrive at the family video, you finally remember that Steve has to drive over to pick Robin up and that you won most definitely.

Steve's car finally pulls into the lot after what seems like hours, and Robin is the first to hop out.

"(Y/n)!!" She exclaims, running up to hug you like she hasn't seen you in months.

You smile warmly, hugging her back and then slowly pulling away.

"Hey, uhm I want to talk to you about something tonight, want to come over and have a movie night? My parents are gone for the week if you can't do toda-"

Robin cuts you off with her laughter and smiles your way. "I thought that you would never ask, my lady! Of course! I would love to!"

Your mind was running a million miles an hour throughout your shift, trying to figure out what movie to watch with Robin.

"FAST TIMES!" she shouts, grabbing it from one of the shelves. You burst into laughter, and she does too. Soon, youre both on the floor, leaning against a wall, and leaning on eachother.

"Shift ends in 10, want to get out of here early and make Steve close up?" Robin suggests, looking your way with a devious look.

"Hell yeah, lets do it." you whisper in response, both of you grabbing the movie and sneaking through the front doors, giggling like idiots while you get into your car.

Very shortly you reach your home, but then you have a sinking feeling in your stomach. What if this doesnt go well and she leaves? What if she calls you a mistake? No, no surely Robin wasn't like that, right?

'There's only one way to find out.' you think to yourself, looking over at Robin and smiling before exiting your car and making your way to the house.

You grab the keys and unlock the front door, opening it for Robin to get through, you following close behind. She looks around your living room in awe, examining every little detail as if her life depended on it. You smiled at her, but shook it off and put the movie in.

"I'll go get the popcorn ready, okay?" She nods her head, finding the younger pictures of you from years ago and absolutely fawning over them.

Once the popcorn is ready, you both sit down on the couch and yout ake a deep breath.

"Robin, I really need to tell you something. It's important to me and I've already told Steve but he told me to talk to you about it. I just need you to promise to me that you won't leave after I tell you this, okay? Please don't hate me, I don't like it about myself either but I need ttry and accept it even if I was raised to believe that it isnt right."

You look deeply into her eyes, and you swear you see her eyes twinkle with hope, and she nods. "I won't hate you or leave you, my lady, I can promise that." She smiles, and you swear that your heart is going to burst.

"Okay, Robin.. I keep having thoughts about this one girl even when I try to make myself fall for boys, but I can't. I don't love boys, I love girls. So so much, and this one girl is the one who helped me realize that about myself. So I'm sorry if you don't want to be friends anymore, Robin, but I needed you to know." you look at her solemnly, and she smiles with tears in her eyes.

"I do too, (y/n). I found that out about myself a while back, that's probably why Steve wanted you to come to me about it. Now tell me about the girl of your dreams! Clearly she's hella important to you if she did all of that!"

She swallow your pride, and smile sweetly. "Well, she's like the best person that I couldve asked to ever meet in my life. She's kind, funny, beautiful, talented, she knows 4 languages? Like holy shit how is that possible!"

Robin's face shifts a bit, but not in a bad way. In a way that flat out shows that she felt the same way about you.

You trail off talking about her, until you feel her warm hand on your cheek. The eye contact isnt severe, it's comforting. It's a safe place. You inhale softly, and your gaze directs itself from her eyes, to her lips, and back to her eyes.

She takes notice and smiles, softly pressing her plush lips against yours. Youre frozen for a second, but when you come to your senses you kiss her back, wrapping your arms around her neck and lacing your fingers in her hair to deepen the passion.

She bites your lower lip and you gasp, allowing her tongue to enter the warm cavern that is your mouth. You softly whimper into the kiss, and you both pull away for a second to catch your breath.

"Fuck- ha... you're a really, really good kisser Robin" you said, clearly a bit dazed from what just occured.

"Now I'm gonna continue, but you need to tell me if it's too much or if you want to stop, okay? We can stop at any time if you're not ready. I don't want to force you to do something that you dont want." She maintains  sincere eye contact with you, and you take a deep breath and smile at her.

"I want this, Robin. I want you." the words clearly hitting her in all the right places, she slowly kissed down your jawline to your neck, finding the sweet spot to make you whimper. She lightly abuses that spot, sucking, biting, licking. She looks at you while her hands are at the hem of your shirt.

"Are you still okay with this?" she asks, but not with her words. Her eyes say it all.

"Go for it Robin, I'm all yours." 

With that, she lifted the shirt over your head to reveal your (y/f/c) bra, and she couldnt take her eyes off of them for what you swore was eternity. But, she reached behind your back, unclasping your bra in no time.

She wasted no more time from there. She began her attack on your breasts, kissing and sucking one of your nipples, while her other hand pinched and pulled, ripping those pretty moans from your angelic mouth.

"Fuck! Robin, please! Please, want you to touch me.. want you to touch me please!" you cried out when she pulled away from your chest, kissing down your abdomen and stopping right at the waistline of your jeans. She looked at you again with the same question, just wanting to make sure that you were completely okay with this. "Please Robin, I need you!" you whined, and she smiled your way.

Unbuttoning your pants, you lifted off of the couch to assist her taking off your jeans. Next, came your panties. They were absolutely soaked.

"Holy shit baby, all this wet for me? Fuck it must be my lucky day.." she said to herself before licking a stripe up your clothed core, only a little bit of fabric separating between holding yourself together and pure ecstasy.

She hooked her fingers under the sides of your panties and pulled them down, setting them down on the floor while her eyes could not pull away from your glistening cunt.

"Shit, you're so pretty sweetheart, could look at you for hours and hours on end. Now remember, if at any point you want me to stop, the safe word is pumpkin pie. Okay?" 

"yes yes okay Robin, please just touch me!"

She chuckled to herself, mumbling "Yes ma'am, don't have to tell me twice" just loud enough for you to hear. She repeated the action from before, but this time with the removal of that little piece of fabric, everything was so intense.

Her tongue felt like heaven, Robin spelling her name on your clit, sending ferocious waves of pleasure throughout your body.

"Oh fuck! Robin, robin holy shit... holy shit youre so good at this baby..." her name fell from your lips like a prayer, like it was the only word you knew in this moment. Before you could think, you felt her enter one of her fingers into your dripping core, and you swear that you were seeing stars.

She hit that spongey spot inside of you extremely quickly, causing you to cry out her name, and your breathing became uneven.

"Fuck! Fuck, oh god Robin please don't stop, please! I'm about to cum! I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off with a gutteral moan coming from your lips, your orgasm hitting you like a runaway train. Robin didn't let up for a while, lapping up the rest of your release and rubbing comforting circles into your thighs.

After a bit your breathing regulated, and Robin finally sat up. She was smiling like she had just won the lottery, and her lips and chin coated in your slick. Your face felt like it was boiling, and you started giggling.

"That was probably the best orgasm that I have ever had in my life.. oh my god Robin." You stated, chuckling nervously while looking at her.

She wrapped you up in a warm embrace and kissed you. The passion this time was strong. It was potent, love was in the air. She had finally found the one person that she knew she could trust, and love, and stand by with little to no complications.

"I love you (y/n)." she exclaimed out of nowhere, eyes widening afterwards before looking over at you to see you smiling like an idiot.

"I love you too Robin!" and with that you tackled her onto her back and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

You'll never regret telling her, or Steve.

Cause now you finally feel like youre whole.  

[juvellianovo]

May I request smth if you don't mind.

Ok ok so uhm, ,teen!mc is (any if the demon bros of your choice) illegitimate kid that is from the human realm, they are somewhat an over archiver and petty, they also know shit tons about fashion and make their own clothes cause fashion designer clothes are expensive asf.

Ok, present time now like after chapter 16 or smth, everyone is in the dining room and mc blurts out their mom's name without warning and complaining on how she kept on nagging them to visit once in awhile to talk to her current lover (MC's future step-dad) and to sort (???) Out of their problems, but mc ain't having it cause (MC's future step-dad) is an asshole to them, meanwhile while mc was complaining, (any of the demon bros of your choice) is just sitting there wondering if mc is their kid or not cause they fully well know that they once visited the human realm and had a bit of TOO much fun while there after being forced to go there once by Diavolo to do idk, party or smth, you can come up why they were there in the human realm.

The supposed father of mc asked mc if they know who their biological father is, mc like "idk, never really asked, mom" when in reality mc once asked and knows fully well know who he is and mc is still salty about their biological dad and is again like I said petty over lots of shits especially now that they know who their biological dad is.

You can somehow make some of these make sense and let you do the rest cause my brain has no other idea on what would happen next qwp.

I am sorry it took so long! I have been getting in one after another trouble.

So I am gonna sum it up. The demon bros once went to human world for a small inconvenience that happened and they had some free time. Asmo basically forced everyone to drink some real strong demoneus(I forgot it's spelling).

I am only gonna do lucifer as I am in a little trouble.

Lucifer

Lucifer never expected anything from you at first

He only wanted to get it through with.

He was impressed by how good you were at things honestly.

Although you looked like you mom there were some features on your face that similar to him but the world is a tiny place so he didn't mind that either

Lucifer always your felt passive agression towards him. But afterall you're a mere human whose roots were ripped out from their home and settled in a new place filled with poisonous insects

You often amused him by your talents.

Lucifer if not the best but still was good at staying refined and not giving into his desires.

But he remembers that one time.

He had asked her name as she asked his but the effect of the demoneus was so strong that he failed to realize exactly when she left with only single apology note.

Lucifer wanted to find your mom but he didn't.

The human wanted to leave.

You were especially salty against him

Maybe he threatened you multiple times and one time he almost killed if it weren't for Diavolo you wouldn't be alive.

He understands your hatred towards him.

After the incident he tried to make you have less hatred for him for gulit is much worse than any other

It stang through him when he heard her name fall through your lips.

Were you really his?

You were looking through the side of your eyes to gauge the reaction out of him.

There was a glint of shock on his face for a moment.

He stopped eyes a bit dull as if trying to recall something.

You felt a bit mad at that. You wanted much more than that meager reaction

Lucifer chose to stay composed during the dinner time.

But he confronted you later making sure that none were there to disturb you both.

He wanted to make it up.

He wanted to talk through you.

Lucifer was even more shocked to hear that you knew lucifer was your father.

Is that the reason why you avoided him

Because he left you...

He didn't mind that your mother had a boyfriend.

Or the fact that the new guy was your step dad now.

It doesn't matter as long as you consider him as your father only.

He will make up all that he didn't do before.

It's a pity to him he couldn't watch you grow. Humans....

He will always spare you when you're in trouble.

He will buy you things like clothes and all(although most of the time you don't need those clothes since you make your own.)

He will try his best.

[julymarte]

Text post cause I'm gonna dive into mermay with a silly/not so silly brainstorming about ✨the fish✨ of course, as the other time this is not a fanfiction or anything it's just me taking notes of events I might draw in a scattered way that I can understand when drawing, it's not a narration of events

Today's prompt was.... Will Pravaal ever talk with his mother again? Would his mom ever send someone looking for him? Etc etc more under the cut

Context for those who might be new:

Pravaal the pink merman boy you can't have missed from my blog is the eldest (illegitimate)son of a high noble woman descending from a mildly discriminated minority (abyssals) and they don't have a good relationship. Pravaal's mother used to care for him for his very first years until her family started pressuring her to mend the mistake she made and reclaim the respect from her family...nobles of abyssal descent are obsessed with being seen well and accepted by pure blood high nobility so a child had outside a marriage with a man from another land that never came back...well, wasn't the best for her situation and instead of clinging to her son she distanced herself giving priority to her status. While his mother married a pure blood noble and had more children with him he was always mistreated,insulted, alienated until he had enough and ran away from home (not before stealing a bunch of precious stuff in retaliation including his signature earring) he was around 12 when he escaped...

Time setting: 2 years before the story circa

Scene: It's night (like night night) in the Silver Capital pravaal is about to exit the twin moons after a nice party night when he finds 4 men with light armor and the sea emblem pointing spears at him

P* startled but trying to keep the cool*: my my~ what do we have here? Did the hag finally decide to look for her lost child?

???: ugh where are your manners? This squalid place sure had left it's influence on you..and look at you what are you wearing?! That's highly improper..tch but what else could I have expected? Of course you would have joined that entourage of criminals like your father

P * genuinely surprised but his mood darkening*: to think you left your pretty perfect mansion to come find me after 10 years... What do I owe the honor of your presence,mother? * He'd do an over exaggerated bow with the hand twirls*

Narissa *annoyed but keeping an air of superiority*: I'm obviously not here for you, but for something you've taken from me *points at his earring* I want that back and if you won't be an obedient boy my guards will take it by force

P *snickering and looking at the guards as someone who would easily take them down*: you even threaten me?! For this earring? If it really mattered that much to you why wait all this time?

N* takes a moment to reply pondering if she should tell him or not*: I need it to complete the set, I will be wearing it at an important ceremony, my daughter has finally been matched with a pure blood high noble for marriage it's an important occasion for my family, it's my crest after all... It matters more to me than to you right?...so now... Hand it over and you won't get hurt

P: my sister is...? She's not even an adult yet and you already sold her out like that?!

N: it's for the greater good of the family, that is none of your business! You never were part of it, you only caused me problems and it's disappointing to see you just keep doing so.... Guards !

Guards:yes ma'am!

N: I want that earring at all costs I don't care if you have to wound him or worse

???: oi! oi! oi! What's with the commotion outside!? I was trying to entertain a small crowd there but if you keep going like this they will all come making bets here *the scruffy but charming man puts a hand on Pravaal's shoulder who recoils annoyed and mildly disgusted*

P: by the ancients if things couldn't get any worse...*grows increasingly irritated by the situation* go back there old man this doesn't concern you

Arvad: sheesh! What a bitter family reunion we have here...I just wanted to land you a hand boy don't give me the cold shoulder like that, ah and you Marissa are just as beautiful as the last time I sa-

Narissa: *she snaps, it runs in the family*YOU!!!! YOU ARE THE SOURCE OF ALL MY MISFORTUNE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH YOU RUINED MY LIFE!? STARTING WITH* points at pravaal who looks at her coldly*..THAT!? AND ITS NARISSA! you pathetic man don't even remember my name *looks at him disgusted to which in response he just averts the gaze and spaces out*

P* raises his hands and turns around leaving* that's it I'm done I am NOT gonna get involved in this, no way I'm gonna stand here as you argue over how your life was ruined-

N: DO YOU THINK I HAVE FORGOTTEN?! GUARDS!! * Arvad jumps on the side startled by her loud yelling, the guards rush towards pravaal who summons his whip sword and whips it on the ground making them take a step back, serious look on his face he starts to take a few strps towards his mother*

P: I'm not gonna give it to you, you don't really need it do you? This is not an old family heirloom you could have commissioned a copy, I bet you probably already have one, not to mention why boasting the family crest when you aim to be part of another more prestigious house?...*snaps his sword again to keep the guards at bay who are simply pointing their sticks at him unsure of what to do, his mother stares at him coldly but starts sweating* the red moon district is a small place and people talk, especially at the twin moons *Arvad nods nervously sensing the tension* and I would have known if there were a bunch of sea guards buzzing around the capital but no you paid someone to sell my exact location... Why? * She grows a bit uneasy as he uses the earring to appear as his 12yo self and steps closer* Don't Tell me you DID actually come for me~ Aww maybe you still do have a heart deep deep down, did you miss me? Or do I still haunt your dreams?*flashes her a smirk to challenge her to reply to which he freezes in silence for a while,guards looking each other in confusion and Arvad taking the moment to sneak back to his small audience with a new story, noticing him pravaal..still as a baby boi sighs*

So?

N: fine! Keep the earring...I- I'm here cause of my daughter, she was wondering if you still were alive and I wanted to- to check, for her..no way in the pits of the abyss I'll let her taint her reputation before her marriage by setting foot on land!

P:... Wouldn't these guys have been enough? And why lie about the jewels?!...*sighs and releases the illusion turning back to his normal self* listen, whatever,I don't care ,as you see I am still alive that's it...but now don't ever show your face around here again...he ruined your life, I ruined it too by existing I guess, but you ruined mine as well and it's not less important than your pretty sorry story* she twitches a little hearing that, she tries to maintain a superiority look but she's more akin to a dog with it's leg between it's legs now* but.. you are right, my my where are my manners?! * Does the mocking fancy bow again* farewell mother, may I never see you again~

[lipstickchainsaw]

Aisha / Alec

I'm just going to copy what I said about them last time, because it was good:

The thing is that Aisha and Alec are both their own brand of damaged in a way that actually meshes really well.

Alec has most of his emotions burned out of him by Heartbreaker, to the point where he’s not even able to recognise his own moral impulses anymore. You see him struggle a lot with this when he’s taken over Shadow Stalker, and he doesn’t really understand why he’s going as far as he is. He does still feel things, but they’re muted and he’s so very detached from them. (See also, Aisha telling Taylor that one thing Alec never understood about her being that she doesn’t hold grudges.)

His power obviously responds to this, because while his feelings are muted, the feelings of the people he puppets aren’t, so taking people over could be treated analogous to some kind of drugs for him, when it comes to enhancing his feelings (which makes abandoning it when he left Heartbreaker all the more impressive, but that’s for the other Alec post circulating right now). The problem is that, uh, most people don’t like being puppeted, so most of the feelings he gets from his puppets are negative ones: fear, hate, anger. Feelings these things clearly gives him a kick, but it’s not exactly good for his health.

For Aisha, her problem is twofold: she has trouble focusing due to what’s probably some form of ADHD, and she has a tendency to be forgotten by the people around her. Her mom straight up doesn’t seem to care about her (Aisha mentions she’d almost be less likely to hear her daughter if she stopped using her power), her dad doesn’t know what to do with her, and even when Brian’s setting up to take over as her guardian, he doesn’t think to give her a say in the decorations of their new place.

To this end, Aisha goes out of her way to stand out. Taylor notes that she’s attractive, but doesn’t understand why Aisha has that ‘garish’ streak in her hair. This is purely a desperate call for attention, to have people finally notice her, but all they seem to notice as a result is her being annoying. Aisha is one of the most observant characters in Worm, but all anyone notices and remembers her for is the fact that she tries their patience something fierce.

The one time she does gets noticed is when the whole town has gone to shit, and a couple of shitheads try to come after her and her dad. The one time it’s attention she doesn’t want, her power pops up and goes ‘oh, you don’t want to be noticed? Okay!’ and gives her the power to be forgotten, and to get forgotten the moment she stops concentrating on suppressing it. This only worsens the fact that everyone thinks of her as being annoying, because whenever she’s not, and is just randomly vibing, people straight up forget about her.

Now, you put these two together, and something kind of special happens.

Alec’s power has to figure someone’s nervous system out before he can fully puppet them, go through every nerve and muscle spasm to envelop them, essentially, and for Aisha, this is the most positive attention and genuine interest anyone has paid to her, essentially ever. Alec lets her feel seen, and seen as herself, instead of the garish streak of colour she puts in her hair, and so she lets him do it to her willingly.

Which, for Alec, opens up a whole world of new emotions he’s now feeling. He’s still feeling them by proxy, sure, but that’s way stronger than he feels his own, and the fact that he’s now not just feeling but recognising these positive emotions in someone else helps facilitate his awareness of his own. We don’t see the effects this awareness has on him directly, but Aisha talks about the conversations they had because of this, albeit after he died.

Taylor isn’t wrong when she says that this is enabled by the fact that Aisha and Alec both can put a knife to the other’s throat should they go too far (both of them acknowledge this, even), it’s just that, as usual with Alec, this is where Taylor’s reasoning stops.

Because the knowledge that both maintain their own agency in their complicated relationship gives them the assurance and confidence they need to open up to each other honestly, and that is what their relationship is based on much more than the threat.

A+: OTP

[stxrrydreamss]

Kilonova

Pairing: Dabi x Female!Reader

Parts: Prologue

Synopsis: Backstort time 🥳

Authors note: This part here is mainly a prologue and backstory to this series. I hope you enjoy! 💕

Word count: 906

Parts: Prologue,

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“Hey! Your coming to Sekoto Peak right!” Touya yelled as he caught up to me excitedly.

“For sure! I wouldn’t want to miss it!” I beamed at him with a smile. Touya has been my best friend since elementary school, and we have been inseparable since. Touya knew about my family, and I knew about his. We bonded most over our anger over our youngest siblings being born as they took all the attention away from us and were deemed “failures.” Only my situation was different.

My mother was loving and caring to a degree, but was often absent doing drugsor drinking, and was often not sober and left me to care for myself and my siblings. We were often left starving, and my rib cage and hip bones were visible. My mother had all three of us on accident, but my sister quickly showed her talent, and my mother would not stop gushing over how beautiful she was with her big clear, baby blue eyes and somehow almost golden blond hair. It often made me envy those with blond hair and blue eyes, but I also wanted to have those features as it led me to believe that it was the only way I’d be considered beautiful and loved. She also had a talent for singing, and our mother saw it as a way out of the goons for our family and often had her performing on the street. Our stepfather wasn’t any better. He was abusive towards my mother, brother, and me. I could understand that my brother and I were not his and why he would want to abuse us, especially me, as I was the inferior female, but I couldn’t understand why he would like to attack our mom. I did secretly know, however, that he was a villain undercover after accidentally overhearing a conversation between him and my mother.

Touya, on the other hand, was in, I would say, a worse situation. His father would have kids in hopes that a child that could surpass him and become the number one hero would be born. Preferably a child with Touya’s mother's ice quirk and Pro Hero Endeavors fire quirk. He would yell at Touya for training and neglect him and his other siblings besides his younger brother Shoto who was born with the desired quirk combination his father wanted. Touya and I were in different yet similar situations. Touya just wanted his father to look at and love him, while I just wanted a loving family.

It was almost too good how alike we were, and I quickly fell for him. He would always protect me, and we swore to make a better society and become genuine hero’s together. Not like those fakes. He wanted to have the hero name Prevailing Inferno, and I chose Scarlet as my quirk; Cursed Blood is, as you guessed, blood-based.

Nothing lasts forever though.

Later that day after being held up by my mom. I was doing my best to make it to Sekoto Peak as soon as possible as I was already rather late to meet up with Touya, but as I approached the mountains I quickly noticed the smoke billowing from the forest. Nothing would be the same after that day.

Endeavor blamed me for Touya’s death, saying if I had been there earlier, this wouldn’t have happened, and I believed him back then. Now that I’m older, though, I know it was both of our faults. If I hadn’t stopped by my house and gone straight to Sekoto Peak, then maybe I could’ve done something, and if Endeavor had just shown up or appreciated Touya or even looked his way, then perhaps the same outcome wouldn’t have happened. The damage was already done, though and Touya was not coming back. I will never forgive myself for what happened and I will never forgive Endeavor.

Life wasn’t any easier after that incident. I tried to atone for what happened to Touya by pushing myself beyond my limits and training to become the best hero I could be, but it would never happen. After my stepfather was arrested for federal crimes against almost all of Tokyo for his schemes, my family ended up homeless. My brother and I were abandoned, and our mother took our sister, never to be seen again until I saw my sister's face on tv. The pure rage I felt was as bad as when my brother finally found friends and turned against me after we grew up close just to appease them, as my quirk was deemed villainous. Even at UA. A school meant for wanna-be heroes. I was deemed a villain for my quirk, so I villain I became.

I had destroyed a lot of UA with my quirk before a boy like in age approached me after fleeing the scene to join a new rising group called The League of Villains. We quickly began to rise as one of the most feared villain groups, and I quickly became a vital and well respective member of the league. I was often called “The Scarlet Terror” as all that would be left was scarlet blood painted all over alleyways, buildings, streets, you name it. The people feared me, and it felt great, but part of me always did ache over the plans Touya and I had to be heroes.

Those plans and dreams were as dead as he.

[lullabyes22-blog]

Any cute headcanons on MelJay in FNF? Please? 🙏

💫They have 'staying in' nights where they laze around in her penthouse. She paints; he futzes with Hex-tech designs. They take little breaks to curl up together and exchange soft childhood anecdotes until conversation either turns to lazy makeouts or they doze off.

💫Ximenia is absolutely bowled over by the glamorous Councilor her 'little man' is involved with. To Jayce's great embarassment, she always has a fancy meal with all the fine china ready whenever Mel drops by for dinner. Mel takes it in stride with her usual graciousness; Jayce hides his red face behind a napkin. "Mom... Stop talking about weddings...pls..."

💫Sometimes Mel sees Jayce's close relationship with his mother and feels a pang of envy. The moments where Ximenia is all sweet and nurturing with her boy remind her of the kind of maternal care she needed as a girl - and never experienced.

💫Jayce can play string instruments (not flawlessly but credibly enough) and will sometimes pretend to serenade Mel with traditional ballads while she's in a different part of the penthouse. Mel responds with fond exasperation - but she secretly loves it.

💫Likewise, she will sketch Jayce while he's working in the Talis forge or tinkering with his tools. So much brute strength on display during the former task; so much displine and delicacy required for the latter. It's a beautiful paradox indeed.

💫Jayce is fascinated by Mel's bedtime beauty routine and will ask a million questions about every product she uses, twisting off caps and sniffing ingredient like a curious puppy. "What's this?" - "Shuriman rose-hip water. To tone the face." - "And that?" - "Targonian cocoa butter to moisturize the skin." - "And that little black bottle there?" - "Poison in case there's a siege." (Said with a smile, but there's a 99% chance she is serious.)

💫He has nicknamed her boobs "The Two Graces" and will say with utmost innocence while they're in company, "The two Graces are knock-outs today." Meanwhile Councilor Kiramman: "Graces? Goodness, are we expecting Demacian royalty this afternoon?" Mel just smiles behind her teacup and stays enigmatically silent.

💫They pass love notes to each other under the table during Council meetings. I say 'love notes' but in fact the content is more playfully childish than red-hot and raunchy. Mostly gossip about Bolbo's failed business deal or Salo's tacky new sculpture. They keep straight faces during the proceedings but afterward giggle like highschoolers.

💫Sometimes they have dinner with Victor. It is supremely awkward. Viktor is politely lukewarm to the Councilor; she is naturally charming with him. But beyond Jayce, they share little in common. During certain moments, Jayce and Viktor's easy rapport will make Mel feel uncomfortably left out. Other times, the obvious flush of physical intimacy between her and Jayce will make Viktor feel bitterly wistful for what he can never have. The only person who enjoys these get-togethers is Jayce: "Nice to catch up with my two favorite people." 😊

💫She is never sure how to broach the subject of children with Jayce. Right now, his dream and biggest goal is Hex-tech, and she nurtures and cultivates it to make Piltover a stronger and more peaceful city. But he speaks very candidly about wanting a more committed relationship and a family at some point. Mel isn't sure how to tell him that her mother's war-mongering legacy will end with her 😢

💫Jayce is good friends with Elora, to the point where he will sometimes confer with her for gifts to get Mel or nice places to take her. Elora also gives him heads-ups whenever Mel is upset/stressed and could use company vs. when it's better to leave her be.

💫Calls Silco 'The Cockroach' and doesn't understand how Mel can converse with him so easily and smoothly. Understands even less why they have 'inside jokes' and sometimes exchange sideways smiles during business. Mel soothes him by explaining it's just a game of politics. He believes her - but in his heart of hearts grows more concerned as time passes.

💫"There's a lot you don't know about me," Mel once told him. As Jayce grows older and evolves beyond seeing Mel as his bedazzled crush to a complicated woman with a complicated past, he will realize how true those words were - and how they were a warning in their own way.

💫He makes up his mind to fight for her regardless. Nothing feels impossible when they're together - and that includes beating back the specters of old loss, guilt, mistakes... and later, heartbreak and betrayal. Oh Jayce 😢💔

💫Mel as a girl always had a naive ideal of knights as chivalrous, passionate, brave and decent. In Noxus, she saw only avarice, abuse and atrocity. It wasn't until meeting Jayce did that dormant ideal reawaken inside her. Now, if he is Piltover's shining knight, she is the golden lance who keeps threats at bay - at any cost.💖

[9tzuyu]

reality check

notes: quick vent fic while i work on other stuff sorry :c

warnings: heavily revolved around restrictive eating disorders, alludes to SA, but doesn’t go into detail, natasha not being very understanding (at first), starts in the middle of a fight bc i didn’t know how else to begin the story lol, semi-proofread.

mama!nat x daughter reader

no tags cause of the topic :c

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“you know, i would’ve been grateful to have so much food around me when i was younger.” natasha scoffed.

“i just wish you would understand, or at least try to!” you cried out, tears streaming steadily down your face. “it’s not about food, mom. i-i don’t even know what it’s about, but trust me when i say that if i could choose to live without this disorder i would.”

you felt pathetic as you wiped your tears off your face. you’d been arguing with your mother for a good thirty minutes now, something that almost never happened before your issue became known.

“why can’t you just eat the food? tell me, why can’t you? why, y/n? it’s food-”

“i know it’s food!”

“then eat it!” natasha screamed back at you. “i get it, you need to feel in control of something. but why can’t you just control something else-”

“i didn’t choose to have an eating disorder. and it’s not about control, not anymore. i told you, i don’t know what it’s about.” you sighed, heart breaking with each response you gave your mother.

natasha rolled her eyes. “your life has been so easy, i made sure of that. you never once had to deal with any of the shit i did, so why are you doing this to me? how do you think i feel?”

you could help but laugh at your mother.

“how do i think you feel? how do you think i feel, mom? you’re not the one living with this, i am.” you wiped your eyes once more, ignoring the sting that had been caused from the repeated action.

“you preach so publicly about mental health and how important it is. people adore you for it. so why won’t you listen to your own child?”

your mother shook her head, "you should be grateful."

"i am grateful! i'm so grateful for everything you've done for me, so much so that it kills me to know that i can't just stop this. i feel so guilty for it and when you say these... awful things to me it makes me feel so stupid and worse than i already do." you sobbed, pushing yourself further away from your mother until your back hit the headboard of your bed.

"i wish i could think of it as just food. i wish i could eat without feeling so guilty i have to force myself to throw up. i wish that i didn't feel like the only way i'm ever truly good is if i'm empty. i wish i could tell you what happened, but i feel like everything i say and do disappoints you."

natasha took another look at you, one that really stuck with her. she didn't recognize you anymore, you weren't the daughter she'd raised since the tender age of five. you weren't the daughter she knew just a couple of months ago. it truly wasn't until you passed out at school and ended up in the hospital with your diagnosis when everything changed. she didn't know you anymore and it tore her apart.

the more she studied you, the more she noticed how beat down and exhausted you appeared. everything about you was dull and worn out to the point she wasn't sure how much of you was left.

"i'm sorry," natasha finally let out. "i don't understand. i don't think i ever will understand." you went to interrupt her, but she was quicker than you.

"i don't think i can because i've never struggled with an eating disorder, but what i can do is try. you are my child and i love you endlessly. i don't want anything bad to ever happen to you and i'm sorry i wasn't able to protect you from this. i don't want to fight anymore because i don't want to lose you."

your breath caught in the back of your throat as you listened to your mother.

"i want you to be able to come to me when you're struggling. i want to help you get better." she finished off, taking a step towards you before sitting on the edge of your bed.

"but you still think those things, mom. i don't want your help when i know the only thing going through your mind is how selfish and ungrateful i am," you croaked.

"what i said was ignorant and i know i can't take it back, but i'm willing to do whatever it is that i need to get you better."

"well first you have to know it's not about food. i can't 'just eat it' like you want me to. i can't just choose not to have an eating disorder anymore." you snapped uncontrollably.

"okay," natasha nodded. "i believe you."

"i do want to get better, i think. i'm not sure. i know i have a problem but i don't want to accept that i have a problem..." you trailed quietly. "i don't know how to live without it anymore, i can't remember who i was before this."

natasha tilted her head in confusion, "i thought you'd just been struggling for a few months?"

"it's been years, mom. it's a very secretive disorder, i did everything in my power to make sure you didn't know about it. pretty easy to do when you're gone half the time anyway." you shrugged.

"i'm sorry," she admitted.

there was a beat of silence before the two of you spoke again.

"what happened?"

"what do you mean?"

"earlier, you said you wished you could tell me what happened." she pointed out.

"oh." your heart dropped and natasha could see you visibly pale at the thought of having to say what it was.

"is it bad?"

"depends on your definition of bad."

"did someone hurt you?"

"yeah. but it was a long time ago, it doesn't matter now. i'm over it." you lied pathetically.

"it does matter and you're not over it." your mother stated calmly, desperate to keep her voice from cracking.

"i was 14, it was years ago. i don't want to talk about it."

"i can respect that, but you'll have to eventually. doesn't have to be with me, but it'll only get worse the longer you don't deal with it." everything in her was fighting to not demand you tell her the name of who did it. she knew that wouldn't help you, not when you still haven't even processed it.

she felt like a failure of a mother, but this was not about her. it was about you.

"where do you want to go from here?"

"i don't know."

natasha chewed on her bottom lip. "i've missed you."

"do you miss me or who you thought i was?" you questioned, bringing your knees into your chest.

she pondered for a second, "both i guess."

it was a fair answer.

"keeping it a secret from you was the hardest thing i ever had to do."

"so why did you?"

"i wasn't sure how to tell you, let alone when to tell you... and then seeing how you've reacted up until now i'm glad i didn't."

natasha would never tell you how much your words pierced her heart, but it was her own doing. she didn't have much room, if any, to feel sorry for herself.

"what i will say though, is that i miss being curled up into your side with our favorite snacks and desserts while we watched horror movies. i miss spending our mornings arguing over pancakes or waffles, not over if i would eat that day."

the redhead chuckled. "you know for someone who doesn't eat very much you sure have the energy to hold a fight."

"fear will do that to you."

"do you think you'll ever be yourself again?"

you hummed, “i think i’ll be a new version of my old self.”

“i like that answer. i think a lot of people feel like they will never be themselves again after traumatic events. i know i never felt like i could.” natasha spoke, her eyes meeting yours.

for the first time in awhile you didn’t feel like you were disappointing her.

“i used to think like that, but i don’t anymore because you don’t have to lose yourself completely. you don’t have to start over by completely erasing who you once were. i’d like to believe that i can still cherish those parts of me before they were tainted.”

natasha smiled for the first time that day. “you’re completely right.”

“before you get too happy i want you to remember that just because we’re having a good moment now doesn’t mean we won’t have more days like earlier.” you reminded her.

it hurt to see her face fall, but you were right.

your mother needed to remember that this wouldn’t be going away quickly or any time soon. but if she keeps her word and tries to do better than before, you knew there was a better chance at healing.

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would you write a jake hangman imagine where he makes it up to his fiancée when he misses her birthday due to a mission?

Author's Note: I feel like this is very anticlimactic, so I'm so sorry. Again, I have work and schoolwork to do today, but I'm off tomorrow. Expect a few more fics from asks and a new one on its own. Thank you for all the reblogs and love <3 you guys are literally the best.

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You are fuming. 

You gave Jake the benefit of the doubt this morning when he mentioned nothing about your birthday because maybe he was too blinded by being tired, but when he left for class without saying anything, you realized he had forgotten. At first, you tried to understand. He had a lot on his plate with the death mission he could be sent on, but when he said he had to stay later at the Hard Deck because he and Rooster planned  a pool game today, you were wondering how he forgot your birthday but not a pool game to show up Rooster. 

“Hey, Jake? Where are you?” You ask into the phone, and you can hear the loud music playing in the background along with the laughs of Jake’s friends.

“I’m still at the Hard Deck, Baby. Is something wrong?” You know Jake. While he’s trying to still seem like the calm and cool guy his friends know, you can tell he’s concerned. You can see him leaning against the wall while watching Rooster take his turn in your mind. 

“Just wondering because if you’re waiting to tell me happy birthday until the exact time, you’re thirty minutes late.” You look out the window and at the beach, hoping his face is covered in shock. It’s silent for a few minutes, but you swear you can hear whispering. Then, there’s laughing, but not from Jake. It’s Rooster. Dude! I can’t believe you forgot her birthday! Haha, I hope she beats your ass, man. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I got caught up in this whole mission thing and–”

“But you remembered your game with Rooster?” Again, it’s silent for a beat. He sighs into the phone, and he says a goodbye to the gang before the music begins to fade from the speaker. 

“No, no, Jake. Go back inside and finish your game. I’ll just call my mom and dad so I can have a little celebration.” You threaten because you know that he knows your parents will give him hell for this slip up. They will never let it go. 

“God, no. Look, I’ll come home, and we can do whatever you want. We can watch that god awful remake of Footloose you like even though the original is so much better.” Jake groans which gets you to laugh a little bit, and so does he. 

“I’m still mad, Jake.” You mention when the laughter dies down. 

“I know. Why don’t you come down to the Hard Deck and tell Penny all about my disrespectful attitude and get yourself a free drink?” The offer is tempting, but you know that if you go down to the bar, he’ll just try to sweeten you up to forget his mistake. Then again, the hundreds of dollars that he’ll have to spend at a packed bar on the weekend seems very tempting and a good punishment. 

“Fine, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” You grumble, and he lets out a small cheer with a short I love you! Walking over to your closet, you wonder what you should wear. You know that you’ll want to go to the beach at some point when you’re there so you decide to go for the “shorts and bikini top for shirt” look, but to rub it in Jake’s face more, you wear one of Rooster’s hawaiian shirts he lent you after someone spilt their drink on you at the Hard Deck. 

Once you arrived, it was oddly quiet for the bar even if it was a slow day. There’s no music or chatter, so you slowly walk up to the doors with your guard up. Just as you pass you walk through the door, the entire bar jumps out and yells Surprise!

“Jesus wept!” You cry out, hand over your heart. Jake walks over to your hunched over form with a beer in his hand. 

“Happy birthday, Baby.” His smile is infectious, and you wonder how lucky you are to have tied down Jake Seresin. Though, his original “charm” still lingers as his eyes stay glued to your chest until you start walking over to his group, the bar returning to its original environment. 

“Now, that is a look, Sweetheart.” Rooster comments when he sees his shirt slowly falling off your shoulders from the surprise. You smile at him as he comes over to you for a hug. His strong arms wrap around you tightly, and he whispers a wish of happy birthday in your ear. 

“Wait, that’s Rooster’s shirt?” Jake questions, holding the collar of the fabric in his hands. You give a smug smile to the rest of the group as Jake continues to stand behind you. When you turn around, you slide the fabric the rest of the way off of your body and hold it in your hand. 

“Let me take it off if it bothers you so much.” Your voice is smooth as you hear the rest of the group cheer behind you. Slowly, you turn back around to place the shirt on Rooster’s shoulder. Now standing in only shorts and a bikini top, you lean back on the pool table staring directly at Jake whose jaw is now tense. 

“Don’t you think you tortured me enough?” He whines. Jake Seresin whines. You laugh and walk back up to him and hug his waist. He places a kiss on your head as Fanboy fake gags. 

“I can’t believe Jake’s gone soft.” Coyote teases, and Jake shakes his head. 

“I’d do anything for this woman, but she definitely doesn’t make me soft.” You all groan at the innuendo, and you are tempted to walk away into the ocean. 

“I’m leaving. Bye, Roos.” You wave to Bradley who shakes his head, smiling, before running out of the bar with a call of Thank you, Penny! You hear Jake’s footsteps pick up behind you, so you let out a squeal when you reach the sand, taking off as fast as you could. Just when you think you’ve gotten away from him, he grabs your waist and throws you over his shoulder. 

“Jake Seresin, you put me down right now!” You punch at his back with a laugh, but he just squats down a bit as if he’s going to drop you. 

“You really wanted me to feel bad about forgetting your birthday, huh?” He smiles as he stares at the pier. You take in the silence and close your eyes. Even though he forgot your birthday, you take in his body on yours, his smell, the coolness of the night, and you relish in it. You open up your eyes and see the wooden floor of the pier, and Jakes puts you down.

“I asked you out here.” He states, leaning over the railing. You remember that night. You called him a dick for throwing Pete off the railing that first night and left to check on him. Once you saw he was okay, you took a walk to the pier. Once he found you, he apologized to you about how he can act around his friends. 

“That you did. I thought you were such an asshole.” You mirror him and lean over the railing. He scoots over and lays his head on your shoulder. 

“And now?” He asks, but you stay silent with a grin on your face. Jake looks at you with fake hurt. He puts his hands in his pockets before looking down at the ground. 

“I am really sorry I forgot about your birthday.” He sounds like he could cry. Your heart feels for him, and you start to feel really bad for the things you’ve done tonight. 

“Just because I forgot doesn’t mean I didn’t get you a present, though.” He walks back up to the pier and takes a small box out of his pocket. Because the box has a lid that slides on, you think it’s earrings. Giddy, you open the box and see a diamond ring inside. Your breath hitches. 

“I bought that the morning after we met, and I thought about giving it to you when I saw you again. That seemed too forward, though.” He lets out an awkward laugh. You take the ring out with shaky hands and place it gently on your finger. 

“...If I say no, do I get to keep the ring?” You look up at his nervous face becoming serious with the tilt of his head. 

“Baby..” He warns and you just close the box and hand it back to him. 

“I would’ve said yes if you gave it to me that day.” You mention as he stares at the ring on your finger. He holds the hand and kisses it. 

“I know. You’re obsessed with me.” You shove him away. He just laughs and pulls you in for a hug. It’s different now, but a good difference. He sways you two slightly and hums a random tune you’ve never heard. A part of you wants to run into the Hard Deck and yell that you’re engaged, but another part wants to keep this moment to the both of you. 

“This means you can’t be going on deathly missions every year. When you left to save Pete and Bradley last year, I was so worried.” You squeeze him tighter, pushing your face into his chest. 

“This means you have to stop doing your weird flirting with Rooster.” You can feel his chin on your head, his hands rubbing up and down your back.

“But then how will I rile you up?” He pinches your hip, and you yell out, smacking his chest. 

“I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

[the-cannibal]

OOO , i liked the bo sinclair post you’ve just made and was wondering if you could make something like that with billy loomis? (or stu ^^) aka billy loomis x reader who has an unhealthy obession with him, dw if you can’t complete it! tysm :3

I’m glad you enjoyed it! And I sure can!

Billy Loomis X reader who has an unhealthy obsession with him

Gender neutral reader - they/them and you is used

Written on mobile so I’m sorry if format is weird

Billy Loomis. Where do we start? You had met Billy freshman year, he sat next to you in science class, never spoke to anyone. Until he missed a day of school and needed the notes. That was the first time anyone in that class heard him spoke. And he chose you. That was the day you fell head over heels for the boy.

You and Billy quickly became friends. You were always quick to agree with anything he said. He didn’t like a person, you didn’t either. He liked pineapple on pizza, you like pineapple on pizza. He likes horror movies, so do you. You followed him around like a lost puppy, always by his side, always doing whatever he asked and agreeing with everything. Randy called you a lapdog. He said you were worse than Stu. But you didn’t care.

You hung out with Billy all the time, probably more than Stu did. You would hang out at his house and watch movies with him, play cards, and sometimes you’d just have long talks. Sometimes they were about his mom. You always listened, you were good at listening to Billy. You loved his voice, it was smooth and relaxing. Something you could probably fall asleep to, but not from boredom, it was just so calming to you. Going to Billy’a house was always nice because you could sneak some of his shirts into your bag. And best of all you could steal his cologne, which you would spray all over your pillows and clothes at home so you could smell him, even when you weren’t with him. Which wasn’t often.

Now here you are senior year, school was slowly getting closer and closer to ending, and you were excited about it! That was, until Sidney came into the picture.

Sidney Prescott, a nice girl, a girl you had no problems with… Until she started dating Billy. Why Billy began dating her you will never understand. She didn’t deserve him! You did! You knew all the things Billy liked and disliked, all the people he hung out with and who he avoided! You are the one that stole bought movies and snacks for him! Not Sidney! You were the only who would follow him around when he didn’t know. You were the one who knew about his little hobby as GhostFace. And you were the one that supported it, even secretly helped!

Who does Billy think was the one that kept people around the school quiet about talking about his arrest? Who does Billy think was the one that would do a quick sweep of the crime scenes and make sure he left nothing behind? You! You were the one! Not Sidney!

You had to get him to see that you were clearly the better choice. And you knew just how. While you were listening in on Billy and Stu’s conversation from outside his window you found out about their little plan to throw a party and get some more kills in. Become famous.

“What are we gonna do about Sidney?” Stu asked. “I’ll convince her I’m innocent, fake my death, then we can have our fun with her.” Billy said. “After all, she’s the whole reason why we started this. That bitches mother made my mom run away! It’s all her fault! She has to pay.”

Oh you agree, Billy. You wholeheartedly agree. “But what about, Y/n?” Stu asked.

“What about them?”

“Well… Come on, Billy, they follow you around constantly. You’re always hanging out with them. They’re going to want to come to the party.”

“We don’t kill them.” Billy glared at Stu. “I never said I was-!” “I mean it, Stu! They’re the final one! They don’t die! I swear if you even try to hurt them I will take you down-!”

“Alright alright! I get it! Jesus man! I wasn’t even thinking about it!” Stu held up his hands in surrender. Billy fell back with a sigh, running his hands through his hair. “I’ll convince them not to come.”

Oh poor poor Billy. There was no way you weren’t coming. You had to make sure he was safe.

“Look, Y/n, I just think you should stay away from this party. I heard Stu was gonna invite some weird people.” Billy told you after school. You pouted up at him. “But you and Stu always let me come! Do you guys not like me anymore..?” You faked a sad look as your body slumped. “No no of course not,” Billy cupped your cheeks in his hands. Oh how you loved his touch. “I just want you to be safe. Okay?” You gave Billy a small sweet smile. “Okay, Billy.”

Billy was shocked to hear Sidney on the phone, taunting him. But he was more shocked to hear gurgling noises soon after.

The two boys found Sidney’s body slumped over on the hallway floor. They had no idea who killed her, there was no weapon, nothing.

Billy didn’t know you were his savior that night. And you were fine with that. You’d do anything for Billy. You’d kill for him. You were the only one who truly deserved him. No one else. No one was going to get in your way. Not cops, not students, and certainly not Sidney.