#classes and band and classes have not been nice to me

[pettyoddity]

acoustic

[whore-ibly-hot]

Yandere Boarding school thoughts... (Gender Neutral)

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Multiple yanderes, non-con touching, dub-con, perverted thoughts, obsession, bullying, masturbation, aphrodisiacs, general perversion, dry-humping, voyeurism, controlling behaviors, typical yandere stuff, breeding, drug usage, horny posting.

(AN: I have rizz-en from my grave to be horny once more. All of these guys are avaliable for requests, but will be listed under the materlist simply as Yan!Boarding School.)

Background: Thinking about a Headmasters child!Reader at a private boarding school. For a Fem!Reader, perhaps you're just visiting daddy for the season while he's running the school, or maybe you've been bad, and need more supervision. For a Masc!Reader, it could be the same case, however, with Blackmoore Academy being an all male school, this opens up the availability for reader to be attending.

Student scenarios and profiles:

◇ Harrison Spence, star member of the swim steam, basketball player, and golden boy. Despite jock stereotypes, he's respectful and mature. He always looks out for others, and this lends to why your father suggests rooming with him. Plus... if anything were to happen, your father wouldn't hate to have him as a son in law. He's SOOO friendly when he meets you. Those big strong arms are perfectly suited to lug your bags upstairs to his room. Want help putting stuff away, sure! For a Fem!Reader, he's not suprised how awkward he is when he's unzipping your suitcase, only to be met with some thin lacy garments. He just coughs and backs off. For a Masc!Reader, he wears boxers too! So why does he still feel so hot. He should open a window.

He'll make sure you fit in around campus, mostly steering you in the direction of the athletics department. He'd love to see you at some of his games, cheering him on. You seem so nice, he could really seem himself with you long term, the more he thinks about crushing on you. Besides, you already share a living space. He feels awful about how his body reacts anytime you're too close. You left a jacket behind that smells just like you? He tries not to think about the consequences of fisting his cock into it. Late night out at one of his games? Who cares if you share a dorm and your bed is literally six feet away, it's too far of a walk. Slide into his bed, he's a gentleman. At least until he wakes up the next morning, mind foggy as he instinctively moves his cock up over the waist band, putting a leaky tip against your ass as he resists the urge to press his head into your neck, opting for a pillow instead. He's so, so sorry, but he's gott a deal with it, and you just feel so good. He rationalizes it by saying he's not just some horned up guy, no. You're his roommate, HIS. And what would the Headmasters think! No, he wants a future with you, romance, not just a warm hole to rut...

"Hey, roomie! Listen, practice is running kinda late tonight, so I'm gonna grab food on the way back. Why don't you text me your order, I can bring it back. We can make a whole thing out of it, no need to pay me back! I'm thinking burgers?"

◇ Carter Matthews, student body president, scholar, and in every AP class possible. Even some dumb ones. He doesn't pay much mind to you, you ate very attractive but so is he. If he felt the need for a relationship, he could get whomever he wanted. But he hates... hates how you make the other students, even some of the faculty act. He can't help but follow you around, making sure you obey curfew, and don't get into any trouble. He likes to keep order around here, and it bothers him to have to ignore his student body presidential duties to make sure some delinquent isn't trying to slip you a spiked drink, or some jock has you under the bleachers trying to get your mouth wrapped around their tips.

Eventually, he decides you could be helpful instead of a hinderance. He's busy, may need a form of stress relief, and given babysitting you when Harrison isn't around is one of the main sources of that stress, why shouldn't you help him out. Besides, you look so cute flustered. Maybe it starts small, he tells you your uniform bottoms aren't regulation, and while he tugs them down to 'fix' them, his hands wander a bit too much, grazing the soft skin of your ass. During random room inspections, he may let his hatred of the sports program taking up all the funding by mentioning how obvious it is your roommate wants to stick it in you. Harrison can't stand him, not trusting the cold creepy gaze of the prefect. He'll force you to come to student council meetings, under the guise of assisting him with preparing for a faculty dinner to appease your father, only to get you under his desk while he writes, trying to guide you with one stern hand. He doesn't like to go too deep, not one to enjoy gagging or unnecessary sound that would distract him from working.

"Keep it down." He scolds, cold eyes peering down through blonde bangs. With a sigh, his free hand strokes your cheek. "Just suckle, alright? There'll be plenty of time after I'm done for you to make sweet noises around my cock..."

◇ Evan Reed, CAPTAIN of the swim team, and student assistant PE coach. He's used to play basketball alongside Harrison, but got kicked out for being too violent. Shoving, pushing, and going as far as knocking teeth out. He's a fucking animal. He's handsome, of not a bit of a loner. He isn't popular or unpopular, people tend to leave him alone because of that bad boy attitude and his temper, but he's always welcome to party with the jocks, welcomed into parties and known as a keg-stand king. And boy do you catch his eyes, giving that your always hanging off Harrison, or being trailed by Carter. He's more than happy to accompany you to the pool or help you out in gym class, but it's obvious what he wants. He'll get up behind you in the pool, still smelling of cigarettes as he asks mundane questions while trying to pull your swimsuit to the side and get his hands on that sweet spot between your thighs. Or maybe he'll sit on the edge of the pool, congratulate you on how good your doing, legs spread as he pulls you between them, hoping you'll end up accidentally eyeing his cock. If you are a Masc!Reader, then there's definitely some internalized homophbia. He'll make sure you know these are just normal friend activities, even when he's got you bent over in the boys locker room, ass up. He doesn't EVER plan to be the one on the bottom.

He's a player, chasing tail outside of the school, hitting on peers sisters and mom's alike. But now, he plans to keep you around, not because he necessarily feels like he wants a romantic relationship with you, but because he loooooves how pissed it makes Harrison. He never liked the goody two-shoes, and half suspects he's one of the people who pushed to get him kicked out of basketball. He likes to pick on people, but Harrison sees himself as a knight in shining armor. So it gives Evan a major power boner to make you grind up against him on the dancefloor at some preppy party, while Harrison just has to stand by and not crush his beer can. Evan knows harrison will never, ever do anything to ruin your good guy image of him. Ever.

He's pissed, punching a locker as he let's out a growl. 4-0, what the fuck is wrong with his team? How could they get fucked over so bad after weeks of missing parties for shitty practices. Luckily for him, he sees you on the sidelines, probably waiting for Harrison to walk you back to your dorm. He takes this opportunity to slide up behind you, hands on your hips as you can feel his angry erection rutting up against your ass. "You. Me. Locker room, five minutes, stall three. Be ready, underwear off and bent over or I'll take you in front of the guys who are still changing? Got it?" He departs with a harsh smack on your rear.

◇ Joseph Mick, he's in the newspaper, but it's not like he's the head or anything. He just love photography, and he's the only guy at school to have really mastered the dark room. He's known to be a little... odd. He's the youngest in you and Harrisons class, with a petite stature and thin, lanky arms. He's pale, almost gaunt, but that could be a lack of sunlight given that he spends all his time in the dark room or toiling over photo arrangement mock-ups in the journalism room. People avoid him, but he's okay with that. He's more than happy to just watch from a distance, and photography is his real branch to the world. People only talk to him or react positively if he's taking photos for the paper or the school newsletter. He actually meets you at one of Evan's swim meets, he gets good seats for being student press, and you get good seats for just being Evan's new favorite piece of ass. Your aren't even sure why you were invited, you don't even know anything about how one wins a swimming competition. But Joseph does. He's been to enough of these, and you notice, so you lean over and start asking him questions. He's shocked someone is talking to him, and not about getting a bigger feature in the yearbook. He's more than happy to help point stuff out to you, even if he had to repeat himself or stutter his way through something. He's feeling his heart flutter and his hands shake so much so he can barely hold the camera. Soon, he's watching as you walk away, wishing he could grab onto you and hang you up on his wall to admire like one of his pictures. It's only made worse when he sees a pair of masculine arms dragging you into the boys locker room.

He's a stalker, but it's not his fault! For one, he's got no idea how to approach anyone, much less someone he likes as much as you. And since he's got that reputation as a creep, if he approached you in public, Harrison would be polite but firm at shooing him away, Carter would give him a look that makes him feel like a worm beneath his well polished shoes, and Evan would beat him to the brink of death, but then pass him over to his friends. But God, if he didn't think it was worth it sometimes to just be close to you. He can only get as close to you as his high-focus lens will allow. He's got hundreds of photos of you, some taken by him, some by campus security cams, and he treats each one like the piece that's gonna get him into a top art school. He almost feels bad taking risqué shots of you. He's always following you, and he sees the ways those... those pigs are treating you. If he could stand up to them, he would. He sees (from the cameras he's slipped into your bag) the boner Harrison is always sporting when he in your presence, he even caught a glance of Harrisons late night rendezvous with your pillow. He sees the way Carter leads you through the hallways like his little secretary, lithe fingers trying to get up your uniform bottoms. Worst of all is the way he sees Evan humping you in the pool like a dog in heat, with you obviously unsure about how you feel about this. He knows he'd treat you right, if you'd ever consider being with something like him. Notice he almost feels too bad to take risqué pictures. He can't help it if a picture or two from one of his hidden cams has a bit of an upskirt, or gets a little to zoomed in on your pecs. But know that as he drums humps the table in the dark room, those copies are only so he can keep one in his room and one on his person! He'd never, ever share your sexual exploits, not like Evan would, always bragging about what he does with, or more likely to you.

Being on the newspaper staff, he's got a pretty good idea of everyone's schedules. He's more than happy to try and squeak out some words to you if he knows your many admirers are preoccupied. Trust him, he knows A LOT of good spots to share a meal privately or maybe... maybe you'd like to see the dark room? He's even got a pillow in there, a cushion he can place on a soft stool in case you ever came to visit. He hopes he could get a private photoshoot in, maybe with some silly pictures of you, or even some lewd pics, he's just happy to see his collection expand. He doesn't have a lot of money, but he's more than happy to buy you as much cheap vending machine food as you want as long as you'll spend time with him.

"Oh, shi- hey! I didn't realize you'd be stopping by here. I'm just, uh, editing some photos for the paper." You don't notice as he slyly moves a tray of pics taken outside a dorm window that looks suspiciously like yours. He thanks whoever is out there in this moment that the dark room has a sink as he keeps his right hand out of sight.

◇ Tyler Mertz and Percy 'Pez' Goldberg, two outsiders, and self proclaimed 'dudes with bad tudes'. Put into the same headcanon spot because they aren't ever seen apart. Tyler and Pez got in on scholarship, and immediately bonded because they know they don't fit in among the rich kids at Ridgemoore. Tyler got in on a scholarship to pursue culinary excellence, because if he can do one thing, it's cook. Pez was awarded a scholarship by lottery two years ago, and even though he's barely passing most of his classes and is the biggest delinquent in school, he can't be kicked out. The school made too much of a big deal about his acceptance to create some good press, the faculty are planning to just wait the problem out. Repeating a year hasn't helped with that, though. Still, they are attached at the hip. Both struggle in classes, Pez because of a shitty social life and even shittier focus, and Tyler because he's just a little slow. Still, Tyler excels in cooking, and the faculty know he's trying. There's a few ways you might come across the pair. Maybe you decided to take culinary, and got paired up with a sweet, dopey guy who turns out to be a fucking MasterChef, or maybe your a brat!reader, like I mentioned earlier, and you meet Pez in detention, where he's glad to know the schools newest troublemaker is a looker too. Most likely, you come across them when either Evan makes you tag along to buy some weed and half-priced shitty beer for a post-game party, or Carter tells you he'll personally see to it that your father tethers you to him if he sees you talking to those 'deliquents'. Either way, they're probably some of the nicest guys in the school, even though Pez likes to fight. He's not a bad guy, but the school can't seem to recognize half of the shit he does is in retaliation to someone fucking with him or his friend.

Pez will like any kind of reader, any. If you're bratty!reader, he loves having someone to run around and bust shit up with. But he'll promise to leave the statue of your father alone, if that's what you want. If you're an innocent!reader, he can't deny he'd love to ruin that good guy/girl image you have going on. Smoke a little weed, sneak out a little, let him show you a good time. He promises he won't cross any lines or do something that would really scare or upset you. He's not a bad guy, he just wants to show you there's so much stuff out there to do. Unlike Joseph, he doesn't let the fact that others think he's a freak keep him from hanging with you. He wants them to see that you like him. HIM. He thinks your adorable no matter who you are, and frankly, snuggling up on the Headmasters kid is just another act of defiance he's happy to flaunt. Eventually, he might even open up to you about his shitty home life, and the fact he's only called Pez cause' when he's high that candy is all he wants to eat.

Tyler is a huge softie. He doesn't let the thing people say about him get to him, mostly because he's a bit dense in the moment to know he's being made fun of, but also because he's okay with being alone. He's happy with who he is, a nice guy. But, that doesn't mean he doesn't love his best buddy, or mind adding you to there little group. It's just one more mouth to feed in his eyes. He'll walk you to all your classes, slinging his big arms around you and keeping you close to his side. Unlike Pez, he grew up with a pretty loving family, and they're what he misses most about being away at boarding school. Most of the money he makes selling weed with Pez goes back to his family, but they don't really know how he makes it. He comes to see you and Pez as his new little family.

With these two, there will be lots of late nights with bad movies and pizza made from scratch. Being on some rundown couch squished between to large bodies, at least one set of arms wrapped around your waist. I think they both are pretty open about telling each other about the crush they have on you, given that they are best buds. These idiots probably got super high one night, and Tyler let slip that he, quote, 'thinks he wants to put a baby in you', to which Pez replies he'd like to put something along those lines in you too. It wouldn't be hard for them to both come to terms with wanting to share you, they share everything else. They just hope you'd want both of them, Pez and Tyler can't stand the thought of making things awkward by you only wanting one of them, so they both subtly try to transition you into the roll of being their partner.

Pez would be fucking fuming when he starts realizing the things boys at school are doing to you. Whether he witnesses it himself, or you come to him and Tyler seeking comfort, he'll pound the shit out of anyone who tries to touch you like that. If you like someone else, Pez wouldn't wail on them to eliminate a rival like Evan would, but rather he hands it over to Tyler. Tyler would come up with some rumors, maybe a reason the guy isn't right for you, and why would Tyler lie? He doesn't feel great about lying, but thinking about the things guys at this school do to you, fills the sweet chefs stomach with a bitter bile.

They wouldn't outright pressure you into sex, but rather try and find ways to coerce you into requesting or initiating it. Pez has some weed laced with something, nothing too strong, but it'll make even a nun feel a little frisky. He'll lay back or rub your thigh, hoping the weed will relax you enough to come out and say what you want. Maybe an aphrodisiac or two gets slipped into a warm drink Tyler made for you. It gets you feeling all hot, but don't worry, you can stay in their room overnight and wear their clothes, so they can... make sure you're not sick or anything.

"Hey," you can feel a pair of arms wrap around you from your spot at the library table. You look up and see Pez, with Tyler now playfully laying his head on the table beside you. "Heard that shithead Evan's got an away game, so it looks like your freed up after all to spend a little time with your favorite guys." His lips are dangerously close to your ear, making you squirm. "Yeah, man, we've got a bunch of movies n' shit from the store, and I'll even make your favorite. Stay the night, it's not like we've got anywhere to be tommorow, and my beds so cold..." Tyler teases playfully, eyes wide and feigning sadness.

All these boys make it difficult to get any alone time at Ridgemoor, but the men certainly don't make it easier... (Taboo part two with the faculty coming soon, because I'm horny for Dilfs and old men with questionable dynamics with reader.)

[gotta-winwin]

i (almost) do | s.c

⭐ starring: choi seungcheol 💌 genre: angst | wc: 1.5k 💬 preview: at 12 years old on the playground, you traded plastic wedding rings with Choi Seungcheol, the boy who sat in front of you in class. he slid the ring onto your ring finger, a teasing smile on his face. 15 years later, you watch as he slides a real wedding band on her finger. 

cw/tw: angst, marriage, being the other woman (kinda?), seungcheol being an impatient lil fucker, childhood lovers to strangers, multiple proposals.

🪽fic rating: pg ☁️ masterlist & a/n: here’s the promised fic from our svt x what could’ve been poll! couprangs, you guys are insane (mwah ily) this idea was first born in the depth of my chats with @gyubakeries and @studioeisa…this is for you, choi seungcheol, and your immensely sufferable face :3 (and the biggest thanks to ally @lovetaroandtaemin for the banner!)

now playing: i (almost) do by taylor swift 

this is a special from the svt x what could’ve been event -> click here to read svt x what was (@studioeisa) and svt x what is (@gyubakeries) :) 

Choi Seungcheol’s fiance looked suspiciously similar to you. 

Perhaps it was just your delusion talking, but the similarities were simply too difficult to ignore. 

The way she always sat with her right leg propped up on her left. The way her lips curled into a smile, hiding the insecurity of her teeth she had carried with her since childhood. Even her hair fell the same over her shoulders, the strap of her bra never sitting properly on the crook. She ran her hands across Seungcheol’s arms in a beat that matched how yours once did. 

“It’s uncanny.” Joshua murmured into your ear at the wedding rehearsal. “It’s like he ordered her from the y/n factory because he knew he couldn’t have you.”

You fake a smile. You feel bad for her. After all, if everyone could see the resemblance she could too. Yet you couldn’t help but resent her anyway. Because even if you had been here first, it was still her at the altar. Her in his sweatshirt. Her in his bed. Her as the mother of his children. 

She looks and acts exactly like you. The only difference is the wedding band that sits nicely on her ring finger and the aching void that is on yours. 

”Choi Seungcheol!” 

He runs past you towards the open field, a soccer ball in his arms.  The smile he looks back at you with is full of warmth and open admiration. 

You forget how long you sit on the wet grass to watch him play. 

His sweaty arms envelope you in a hug. You are both far too young to understand love, yet it surrounds the two of you anyways. The teachers see it and they smile with understanding. Your classmates see it even if they don’t know what it is yet. 

“Let’s get slurpees from the gas station after school.” Seungcheol walks you back to class. “My mom gave me ten bucks today.” 

You nod. You know you’re staring at him with the sappiest look on your face. You can feel the awkward stares of others in the hallway. But love doesn’t feel embarrassing when you’re being loved by Seungcheol. 

”You’re embarrassing me!” His fiance chides him through laughter. 

He has his hands on her waist, spinning her across the dance floor. 

You look at his face and watches as his eyes fucking glow. They glow in a way that never happened when he looked at you. It stings. Joshua brings you another drink and you swallow it down. 

The wedding photos are sent to your group chat a week after the actual event. You open them first thing in the morning and nearly choke on your own spit. Without your glasses on, the image is blurry and she looks just like you. 

You hate it. 

If Seungcheol had married a girl the complete opposite of you, you could’ve chalked it up to the fact that you just weren’t his type. But the fact that she was you— the only acceptable conclusion was that Seungcheol loved you, he did. He just didn’t want to choose you. Not in any way that actually counted. 

You stare at your ring finger and pretend you don’t feel the urge to chop that shit off. 

He proposes for the first time in the middle of July at six years old. 

“Let’s get married when we’re 30.” 

You frown, because the age 30 seems eons away. “Why 30?”

”My parents got married at 30.” He pauses. “I think?” 

“30 is old.” You counter, swinging your legs in boredom. “Why can’t we get married now?”

”Well, you need to be much taller to get married. I think. All married people are much taller.” Seungcheol had always been much smarter than you. 

“How tall do you need to be?” You think about how tall your parents are and your frown grows. “What if you’re old and not tall enough?”

The question stumps Seungcheol. “I don’t know.” 

You stand up and press your back against the wall of your bedroom. “Measure me. How tall do I have to be?”

He presses his hand against the wall, on top of your head.  “Much taller.” Picking up a piece of chalk, he climbs onto your bed and draws a straight line a couple feet above you. “This tall.” 

You stare at the line on the wall of your childhood bedroom, now faded and barely visible. You let out a wet laugh because Seungcheol had drawn the line impossibly tall and you were still nowhere near the line. 

“Y/N.”

The way he says your name is familiar, easy. A tongue that had spent years perfecting a few syllables that made up a cherished noun. 

“Seungcheol.” 

The way you say his name is hesitant, as if your brain had short circuited trying to pronounce it. You pretend not to see the flinch at his own name coming from your lips. 

“You know I hate when people use my government name.” 

It’s true. His friends call him S.Coups. His parents call him son. “It’s your name isn’t it?” You say. “What else am I supposed to call you?”

”You used to call me Cheol.” 

“Your fiance calls you that.” 

He winces and you let out a quiet, defeated sigh. 

The both of you had learned in fourth grade that names had power. It was in some stupid English novel your teacher had forced you to read in class— entirely boring and useless, yet the sentiment had always stayed. 

“Goodbye, Seungcheol.” 

He watches as you leave. 

You take the power he holds over you away. You revoke his claim on your heart. You refuse to call him anything other than his government name ever again. 

He proposes the second time over winter break at 15 years old. 

“Our parents think we’re going to get married when we’re older.” 

You laugh because you’ve heard it from your parents multiple times over the course of the last six years. ”I know.”

”Do you think we will?” Seungcheol no longer looked like the little boy you had grown up with since kindergarten. He looks different and so do you. 

“If you don’t make me mad before we’re 30, yes.” 

He looks offended. “I would never.”

Seungcheol could never imagine making you mad or being the reason for your tears. 

“I want one of those fancy weddings.” He comments, picturing the scene. “With all our friends— somewhere in the middle of August. Right after my birthday.” 

“Me too.” You lay next to him, looking up at the ceiling of his room. His ceilings are still decorated with the solar system from his youth. “With a big cake, big decorations, a DJ, and I want my veil to reach the floor.” 

You can see the wedding day so perfectly in your mind, and when you turn to look at him looking at you— you know he can see it so clearly too. 

Seungcheol gets married on a farm at 27 because his fiance wanted to. There were no elaborate cakes, big decorations or a DJ. Her veil was modest and fell neatly on her shoulders. It lacked most of his high school friends. It was in February. 

You return to your empty apartment after a long day of work and you can almost see the visible trails of energy Seungcheol had left behind. 

Perhaps you were slowly going insane from the loneliness, but your apartment carried wisps of gold, flowing through the air and gathering dust on your couch. 

You feel the sudden urge to run to him. You almost do. 

Instead, you pour yourself a cup of warm tea and curl up on your one seater couch. You welcome the loneliness in and invite it to stay for a while. 

Joshua tells you Seungcheol and his fiance had just moved into their marital home. You imagine it’s homey and illuminated with a thousand warm lights. You imagine she cooks for him in their giant kitchen and he hugs her coming home from work. You imagine they sleep on the same side of the bed. 

You fight each wave of yearning towards him, each urge to knock on his door begging for answers. For another chance. For him to leave the carbon copy of you. You want to run to him. You almost do, but you don’t.

He proposes for the last time in the middle of a snowstorm at 25.  

“Let’s get married.” It’s less of a proposal and more of a beg. “Fuck the idea of 30. I want you to be my wife now.” 

Yet you know you’re not ready. Deep down he knows it too. “I can’t.” 

“Why not?” He’s angry, frustrated. You can tell. You always do.

You look away. “I want to finish my degree before I get married, Cheol. You know this. You know what they say about women who get married and still try to pursue law.” 

You look back and he’s on his knees. “Marry me.” He says again. “You can do both.” 

“You know I can’t. We said 30, Cheol. Please.” It’s your turn to beg, as you sink down to meet him at his level, your knees scraping the wooden floor of your shared apartment. “Wait for me. Please.” You hold his face in the palms of your hands.

He nods, but you can tell from the way he gets up silently that you’ve betrayed him. That somehow putting you first had burned him. 

So Cheol gets married at 27 with you in the audience. He doesn’t wait for you. You get your degree a year later.

[astonmartinii]

rookie love | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x hamilton!reader

sure it's a rookie mistake to lose it in a corner, but is it a rookie mistake to fall in love with lewis hamilton's younger sister?

request from the lovely @starfriuts

MASTERLIST | BUY ME A KO-FI?

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f1: welcome the rookie class of 2023 !! 2021 f2 champion oscar piastri will race for mclaren, 2022 f2 champion y/n hamilton will be racing for aston martin and 2022 f2 runner up logan sargeant will be racing for williams!

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user1: MY prema girlies

user2: 2019 rookies i am so sorry but there's a new favourite in town

yourusername: two hamiltons on the grid i know that's right 💅 👯‍♀️

lewishamilton: they hate us cause they ain't us

yourusername: they can't handle the sass

lewishamilton: neither can the fia

yourusername: ... yeah i've been briefed :(

user3: okay, walk with me. if y/n does all of grill the grid, lewis might do the secret santa again

user4: hopes and prayers

fernandoalo_oficial: i'm teammates with a rookie hamilton, i think i've seen this film before

yourusername: i lived through that old man, don't think i won't use your own tricks on you

fernandoalo_oficial: well there's no dna test necessary here

yourusername: the slay is hereditary, but clearly skipped your generation

fernandoalo_oficial: HEY

oscarpiastri: get her jade

fernandoalo_oficial: EY?

user5: the way the grid are not ready for how ride or die y/n and oscar are for each other

user6: bro just quoted COCO MONTRESE for her i am so ready

logansargeant: dude we're getting the band back together

oscarpiastri: f1 boyband have nothing on us

yourusername: xnda who?

lewishamilton: :/

yourusername: no one is safe sorry lew @charles_leclerc you're next piano boy

charles_leclerc: WHAT

user7: i know the aston martin pr department sweating buckets with both fernando and y/n

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yourusername: the hamilton name comes with the wardrobe

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user8: finally lewis has some competition

user9: if there's something a hamilton is going to do it's going to be wearing a monochromatic outfit.

lewishamilton: was the third photo really necessary?

yourusername: yes!

lewishamilton: you're so corny

yourusername: i know this man ain't speaking.... DIGITAL FOOTPRINT

lewishamilton: girl. i've read your diary and your code names don't mean SHIT

yourusername: YOU WHAT?

lewishamilton: got bored when you had a work call ?

yourusername: come to aston's hospitality i got something to show you

lewishamilton: just text me

yourusername: no. spoiler: it's my FOOT up your ASS

user10: so i thought the tussles would be between fernando and y/n not y/n and lewis

georgerussell63: this is just how they are, they'll be besties again in like two minutes

oscarpiastri: why is my outfit not on here you said i slayed :(

yourusername: you did slay !!

landonorris: he literally wore a team shirt and chinos

yourusername: yes but on the oscar scale that is a slay

oscarpiastri: exactly

landonorris: ok?

yourusername: watch your tone mr. norris, you're being awfully loud for a ripped skinny jeans owner 🤨

landonorris: ????

oscarpiastri: :)

user11: okay i think i get the whole ride or die thing now

logansargeant: believe me it gets worse

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lewishamilton: bucket list moment ticked off to share a podium in f1 with my baby sister !!

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user14: two hamiltons in f1 and on the podium before gta 6

user15: we got two hamiltons on the podium but still can't escape a max win

yourusername: thank you for not posting the picture of me bawling my eyes out

lewishamilton: i thought i'd be nice, just this once. i'm proud of you

yourusername: thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu. insane to be on the podium with my biggest idol

maxverstappen1: y/n that's very kind of you

lewishamilton: really?

yourusername: 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭

maxverstappen1: saw the opportunity and had to go for it

yourusername: i respect that

lewishamilton: but i am your biggest idol right?

yourusername: yes.

user16: max really out here like i will make a double hamilton podium about me LOL

oscarpiastri: that's my best friend GO BEST FRIEND

yourusername: oscar piastri podium coming soon @mclaren get ur shit together

oscarpiastri: PR KNOW SHE DOESN'T MEAN THAT

yourusername: no i mean every word i wanna be on the podium with oscar :(

oscarpiastri: slumber party ?

yourusername: i'll be there @logansargeant u coming?

logansargeant: i don't really feel like third wheeling

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logansargeant: if you're buying the room service - yeah

user17: LOGAN WE SAW THAT

user18: y/n x oscar truthers we have some more evidence for the board

user19: gets first woman in f1 on the podium... immediately assumes she’s in a relationship with another driver

user20: i see where you're coming from but watch the prema videos and tell me there's no tension there

user21: idk if oscar can handle all of that ...

user22: i have faith in my goofy lil guy

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user22: WHAT

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: pookie was on the podium

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user23: okay you shipper bitches may have had a point...

yourusername: when pookie calls you pookie you know it's real

fernandoalo_oficial: i have never felt older than when i listen to you and oscar talk for more than five minutes

yourusername: the girls who get it, get it

oscarpiastri: and the girls who don't.... well

fernandoalo_oficial: i am a 42 year old man

yourusername: and it shows

oscarpiastri: ... oop

user24: oh they annoying... KEEP GOING

lewishamilton: so this is what you left the after party for?

yourusername: yeah and what about it?

lewishamilton: okay like maybe i need to separate you and oscar cause why are you eating me up

yourusername: i'm me but oscar is a victim of the sassy man apocalypse

oscarpiastri: guilty as charged (i learnt everything from your sister)

user25: you guys acting like oscar being like this is a surprise ... we didn't all see him scalp alpine last summer?

user26: the way in my head him and y/n wrote that tweet together and were giggling the whole time

yourusername: we can neither confirm or deny

user27: that's confirmation to me

logansargeant: when will the logan sargeant erasure end?

yourusername: when you serve as much as me?

logansargeant: i am TRYING

yourusername: plus this is an appreciation post for me, stop trying to steal opportunities from women

logansargent: HUH?

oscarpiastri: so disappointing from you logan...

logansargeant: i'm so done with you two

yourusername

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yourusername: summer break is annoying i wanna go racing again

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user31: WHO IS THAT MAN?

user32: my brain (psychosis) tells me it is oscar

user33: i'll believe you

lewishamilton: HOW DARE YOU SOFT LAUNCH WITHOUT TELLING ME

yourusername: girl. sort the tone and i'll call you

lewishamilton: do you think i am dumb? i know exactly who that is, i just need the confirmation so i can beat his ass

yourusername: why would i tell you if you're gonna beat his ass?

lewishamilton: JUST TELL ME

yourusername: you'll have to find me to do that, see you in zandvoort xxx

user34: i think lewis is having brocedes flashbacks

user35: i know bro is PACING

fernandoalo_oficial: you wanna give me a tow in qualifying?

yourusername: why would i do that old man?

fernandoalo_oficial: @lewishamilton i know.

lewishamilton: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? FERNANDO KNOWS?

yourusername: NOT ON PURPOSE HE'S JUST NOSEY AND LIKES TO READ MY TEXTS OVER MY SHOULDER

fernandoalo_oficial: guilty 💅

yourusername: fine. one tow.

fernandoalo_oficial: thanks girly

user36: we have to study the girlypopification of fernando since being teammates with y/n

oscarpiastri: it's missing pookie hours

yourusername: i am having separation anxiety

user37: these hoes think we don't know 😂

user38: they think they're throwing us on their scent ... YALL NOT SUBTLE

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: does this count as a win?

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user39: sorry max we got an oscar win we don't care about your championship win

yourusername: LET'S FUCKING GO POOKIE

oscarpiastri: slumber party is gonna eat i fear (why do we have to race tomorrow?)

yourusername: you know who else ate? YOU TODAY

oscarpiastri: hehehehe i guess i did

yourusername: no i am so fucking proud of you

oscarpiastri: love you

yourusername: luv you too

user40: okay so they're just playing with our feelings now?

landonorris: proud of you bro (please turn down the beyonce)

oscarpiastri: don't make me enter my lemonade era

landonorris: are you threatening me with a brocedes?

oscarpiastri: maybe?

yourusername: lmao watch your ass lando, i gave him the play-by-play i was in the brocedes trenches

lewishamilton: 1. happy for you oscar 2. SHUT THE FUCK UP

oscarpiastri: oops?

yourusername: sorry lewis, we'll stop joking about britney if you finally call him

nicorosberg: stop calling me that

lewishamilton: why are you here?

nicorosberg: just observing...

user41: poor lewis having his trauma used as a joke 😭

logansargeant: i'm defo skipping this slumber party

user42: you want to elaborate?

logansargeant: no. i don't think i will

user43: JUST SPILL

yourusername

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yourusername: got my first win, me and my boyfriend are better than you x

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user44: I FUCKING KNEW IT

user45: i'm gonna need all the bitches who came for me for shipping them so give me my flowers

oscarpiastri: finally. you're too cute not to kiss all the time

yourusername: then hurry up and come here

oscarpiastri: gladly

user46: no i think he actually went, these bitches usually never shut the fuck up

lewishamilton: ...

georgerussell63: oscar RUN THE BREATHING TECHNIQUES AREN'T WORKING

alexalbon: no he's actually going to scrap you RUN FOR YOUR LIFE

landonorris: those dumbasses don't know what is about to hit them

yourusername: why is logan texting me 911 who is being dramatic

yourusername: wait

yourusername: is that him already

georgerussell63: yes for such a short man he's surprisingly fast

lewishamilton: OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR

yourusername: no!

lewishamilton: I JUST WANNA TALK

oscarpiastri: your tone is scaring me

yourusername: OSCAR NO

lewishamilton: OPEN THE DOOR

user47: it's been 20 mins, can we have an update

oscarpiastri: i am alive!

lewishamilton: regardless of what just happened, i am so proud of you y/n !!

yourusername: i love you big brother :))))))

lewishamilton: you're such an inspiration, here's to many more!

user48: lewis being all supportive now after he's scrapped oscar?

lewishamilton: i didn't fight him, he had 30 seconds to convince me not to kill him

oscarpiastri: i did very well :)

lewishamilton: sure

yourusername: you did great babe

oscarpiastri: :)

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: please don't put me into the barriers lewis, i love your sister

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user51: i think it's safe to say that the 2023 rookies have out done the 2019 rookie sorry not sorry

yourusername: POOKIE, I LOVE YOU POOKIE

oscarpiastri: I LOVE YOU TOO POOKIE

logansargeant: can i like have a medal or some championship points for 1. dealing with this nonsense and 2. keeping this a secret

yourusername: you're our favourite third wheel? that's all i got

oscarpiastri: we also pay for your room service every time

logansargeant: ... fine

user52: they're all so close to me, need y/n and oscar to be the first husband and wife to both win a championship

yourusername: that's the plan 🤞

oscarpiastri: are you PROPOSING TO ME?

yourusername: not yet...

oscarpiastri: hehehehehehe

lewishamilton: SLAM ON THE BRAKES, I JUST GOT USED TO THIS LET'S NOT BRING UP MARRIAGE

yourusername: maybe you need to leave your slag era so i can wife oscar

lewishamilton: DO NOT SLUTSHAME ME

user53: the hamilton piastri house about to be ground zero for the sassy man apocalypse

landonorris: you people are so grossly in love, how did we miss it?

alexalbon: speak for yourself it was so obvious

yourusername: we we're pretty obvious

oscarpiastri: yeah i can confirm that when we told you we were having a pillow fight, we were not

landonorris: WHAT

lewishamilton: delete this.

fernandoalo_oficial: @yourusername did you guys do this so you didn't have to give me a tow?

yourusername: yes xoxoxo

note: i hope you enjoy. life is insane right now but i got my first article at the top of the google rankings so there's that. also ordered my graduation gown and dress!! much love x

[sluttylittlewaistenthusiast]

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

╰┈➤ a/n: 2022 me would skin me alive if she ever found out im being vocal abt liking eddie munson

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list

@lokis-army-77

⭒ Cozy

Waking up the day after Eddie has fucked your brains out you have a little more fun.

⭒ Private Viewing

What happens when your favorite camboy is in your class? You should stop watching his content... or should you? What happens when you are eventually paired together for a project? Everything will be just fine, won't it?

@eddiemunsons-missingnipple

⭒ Next Caller

Eddie hosts a late night radio show for his college campus, where he discusses various different topics. He's mostly known for his DnD and sex talk segments. You've been a long-time listener who works up the courage to finally call in for some help.

⭒ You Look Lonely

Eddie finally had it all, success, money, and fame. There was still one tiny problem he had.

@ceriseheaven

⭒ Cockwarming with older!Eddie (blurb)

@natti-ice

⭒ “Let me taste you” (blurb)

⭒ "B-baby please, I'm gonna-" (blurb)

@msgexymunson

⭒ Shotgun

You're on a camping trip with your two friends, and the scariest guy from school: Eddie Munson. A few beers and some weed change the way you look at him however. Maybe he's not so scary after all. Cocky, oh yes, but not scary. Especially the way your legs start to squeeze together at the sight of him. But, does he like you, or is this some cruel game to play on the innocent band geek? 

⭒ Benefits

Your best friend Eddie starts to look very appealing to you, but if you suggest a dynamic change, will he go for it?

⭒ Soft Touches

you and your dealer Eddie get a little closer than anticipated.

⭒ The Ink Shop

Desperate for a job, you answer an advertisement not knowing it's a tattoo shop. It's not particularly difficult work, except for one thing: having to deal with Eddie Munson.  

@eddiethefreakkmunson

⭒ Not So Accidental Invitations

Tired of ignoring your ever growing attraction to your roommate Eddie you "accidentally" send him a partial nude, his reaction is everything you had hoped it would be and more...

@bimbobaggins69

⭒ Love in the Locker Room

you go into the boys locker room with a plan to steal the polaroids your now ex boyfriend took of you to show off to his friends, but the last thing you suspected was to be met with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson and his very big friend.

@luveline

⭒ Topaz, Lime, Ruby Red

Eddie has a staring problem that you barely notice, though you share an aching, awful crush. One of you has to bend first, and it’s not who you’d expect.

⭒ Is It Getting Too Much?

you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he can’t cope (even if he claims he can).

⭒ If It Barks

You don’t mean to make an enemy of Eddie Munson — he’s handsome and talented, but he’s the biggest jerk you’ve ever met. Eddie thinks you’re infuriatingly pretty, emphasis on the infuriating.

part one | part two | part three | part four |

⭒ Was That So Hard?

Your best friend Eddie tries to explain what a hickey feels like and finds he doesn't have the words. He could show you, though, if you want?

⭒ Dark Matter

You ask your best friend Eddie to give you your first kiss. Eddie's not really in the habit of saying no to you.

⭒ Something Extra

You're having trouble sleeping and pot seems like the only solution. Good thing your dealer, Eddie Munson, knows of another method that he's willing to to teach you. You get more than you bargained for when he tells you what he gets off to every night - you.

@usedtobecooler

⭒ Desperate!Eddie (blurb)

⭒ eddie "monstercock" munson

eddie ‘monstercock’ munson, who is painfully unaware of the sheer size of his dick.

@munson-blurbs

⭒ Dark and Stormy

A missing key and a terrible storm leaves you and Eddie stranded in the back of his van. What ever shall you do to pass the time?

@eiightysixbaby

⭒ Take A Dip?

eddie wants to get you in the water with him while you're alone at the community pool. he ends up getting a lot more than he bargained for.

@galaxy-siren

⭒ Biggest Fan

@lonelysatellites

⭒ Safe Hands

Sex has never been a pleasant experience for you. Selfish partners, anxiety, and pain have all ruined something that you should enjoy. You’re convinced there’s something wrong with you, but Eddie is determined to prove otherwise.

@eddiernunson

⭒ I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

You and Eddie have both had crap luck on dates lately, nothing that can't be fixed with a strawberry milkshake. However, he gets asked out on a date and it goes well...until it turns your life on its head and he forgets how to pick up the phone. You don't even care that he's dating someone else you just want your best friend back.

⭒ The Splash of Rain on the Roof

you're best friends with Eddie Munson after moving to Hawkins, the new girl who ditches the cheerleaders for the Freaks. A year later, you've fallen head over heels for him, and you're convinced there's no way he has any interest in you. It finally seems confirmed when you find out (more or less) that he's into a fucking cheerleader. Your heart breaks.

@bbyhellfire

⭒ missionary with eddie (drabble)

eddie didn't care for missionary until he meets you

@oneforthemunny

⭒ Soft!Eddie (blurb)

@kiwi-bitchez

⭒ The Girlfriend Experience

Eddie doesn’t think he’s cut out for dating. Self-resigned to a life of one and done hookups, you’re determined to make him see that he has the capacity to be a worthy companion… for when the right girl comes around.

@/gaybybirth on ao3

⭒ Double Feature

When you're forced to go to a double feature showing of the Halloween movies with your brother and his friends, you find yourself, like usual, interacting with Eddie Munson. But it doesn't take long for the platonic line to be blurred and things to heat up.

⭒ Show Me

You ask Eddie to show you what you've been missing out on after he discovers your boyfriend never went down on you.

@eds6ngel

⭒ Romantic!Eddie blurb

@gxtitobxby

⭒ The Princess and the Freak | Part 2

“I can’t help but dream of his head between my thighs, how his hair would feel against my—”

@/mediocredreams on ao3

⭒ Extra Credit

Your professor offers you a very personal in-home tutoring session.

@/ghostproofbaby on ao3

⭒ Twenty Four Hours

in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?

(Y'ALL MUST READ IT ISTG ITS SO GOOD)

@/decembersfinest on ao3

⭒ Living After Midnight

Being a perpetual people-pleaser meant that you were constantly putting others before yourself--particularly your parents and the eccentric guests who stayed at their motel. But when a surly and mysterious musician checked in indefinitely, he flipped your whole world on its head.

@littlexdeaths

⭒ Band Practice

when band practice doesn’t go as planned…

@eddiexmunsonlover

⭒ One Step Away From You

You move back to Hawkins after 3 years away to finish out your senior year. Can you salvage the friendship you once had with your ex best friend, Eddie? Will you be able to push down your deeper feelings for him, or will it all come bubbling out in disaster?

@/nerdsarehot on ao3

⭒ A Kiss to Remember

⭒ Flustered

@/GreyPetticoats on ao3

⭒ Wing Man

Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wingman for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.

@eddiesghxst

⭒ Riding Eddie drabble

@eddiemunchem

⭒ that puppy dog typa love

eddie is fiercely loyal, doting, and affectionate — when he’s enamored, you’re everything; his whole world. so just don’t mind the fact that he clings to you like a sloth to a tree, yeah?

[stxrrkissed]

── ۶ৎ UNEXPECTED FEELINGS .ᐟ

꣑ꦌ rodrick heffley x fem!reader ৴ LENGTH 1.0k

DESCRIPTION after going head to head with Rodrick, an unexpected kiss turns things around.

CONTENT fluff ꣑ perv!rodrick ꣑ arguing ꣑ some smut talk.

THOUGHTS i don’t usually post this late but i really wanted to put it out. been a hot minute since i dropped something. also thank y’all for 700+ followers, i appreciate y’all so much! part two is in the drafts.

𝒾. mlist 𝒾𝒾. previous fic 𝒾𝒾𝒾. prompts 𝒾𝓋. based on this ask

“MOM!” You shout, running into her as she’s about to leave the house. You’re clearly heated and annoyed at the current events of your life.

“Yes, name?” She sighs, knowing exactly what’s going to come out of your mouth as she's been hearing it ever since you were forced to move in with the heffley’s because of the house getting infected by termites.

“Can we please leave this house? I can’t stand living with Rodrick, he’s so… so annoying and irritating.” you complain, you and him have been at each other's throats since you moved in and it hasn’t been fun for anyone. It’s like he lives to make you angry, from stopping you watching your favorite show to stopping you from studying quietly for your college classes with his loud music and band practices.

While your parents are using Greg’s room, you occupy Rodrick’s room in the basement, which he wasn’t fond of, his bed isn’t much of a problem but because it’s his room, he doesn’t seem to understand knocking before entering, causing you to have to cover yourself from time to time. You had it up to here with him and just needed to leave, you wish your mom had other friends to move in with for the time being but because she’s best friends with his mom, you’re stuck here.

“Honey, the house is not ready yet. They’ll let us know when but for now, you have to try your best to get along with him. Be grateful that the heffley’’s allowed us to stay with them.”

You open your mouth to rebuttal but she gives you a stern look before leaving, today she’s going out with Susan for a girls day out while Frank went camping with Manny and Greg so technically you’re alone with Rodrick and you’re not happy with that.

You pull out your phone to text your best friend Heather, to see what she’s doing and if she’s available to hang. A smile brews on your face once you see she’s free, meaning you can go over to her house. You go downstairs, pick out a cute outfit, making sure everything you need is in your bag. All you need to do before leaving is take a shower.

A frown now sits on your face once you realize Rodrick’s in the bathroom. ‘He’s been in there for too long’’ you think to yourself as you saw him go in there a few minutes before you had the conversation with your mom. You knock heavily on the door as if you couldn’t take it anymore. “Rodrick, get your ass out of the bathroom right now!”

“Are you blind? Don’t you see me using it?!” He responds back, making you more angry than before. “You've been hogging the bathroom. I’m going out so I need to take a shower, surely you’re done by now!”

Rodrick opens the bathroom door, steam coming out as you take in his appearance which he had a towel wrapped around his torso and his body on display for you as water droplets drip down his chest towards his pelvis. “Hmm, if you like what you see, take a picture it’ll last longer,” he taunts, making you shiver at the thought as you couldn’t see yourself being with him.

“In your dreams, I could never go for someone like you. Now please get out,” you spit out, eyebrows furrowed together as you make eye contact with him. “I don’t think so, maybe you can ask me nicely.”

You roll your eyes as you watch his smirk sit on his lips. “I don’t have time to argue with you, I have somewhere to be!”

“Hmm, do you plan on wearing this?” your eyes widen in shock when you see what he is holding in his hands, one of your red lace panties you had drying on the shower rack. “As if that’s any of your business, give it back, you shouldn’t even be touching what’s not yours!” you yell at him trying to get it back from him but he takes it out of your reach since he’s taller than you, making you jump for it, his eyes watch how your boobs bounce each attempt you make.

Knowing he will remember it during his late night jerking off with your panties, he stole that you don’t know he has. He didn’t think the living with you is such a bad thing, sure he didn’t want to give up his room but sometimes he gets to catch glimpses of your body, like when you first came, he remembers vividly of the short skirt you were wearing as you dropped something and when you bent down to retrieve it, he could see your pretty panties clinging to your pussy, making him hard at the sight.

You finally grab your underwear as he seems distracted at the moment. “I bet these are the only pair you have seen in your life. Can’t imagine a girl putting up with your ass.”

“You’re so annoying, all you do is yap and yap.”

Rodrick knows just the way to push your buttons, watching how you get more angrier than you were before, opening your mouth to say more but before you can, he closes the gap between you, colliding his lips onto yours, you’re frozen in shock, trying to process what’s going on but your body betrays you as you pull yourself towards him, opening your mouth to give him more access.

Rodrick hands grips your hips tightly as his tongue dances along with yours. This feeling that you feel deep inside of you is different from anything you ever felt about him.

When you pull apart from each other, you lean against the doorframe, trying to catch your breath, trying to process what just happened. “Bathroom all yours,” Rodrick comments, with a smirk on his face as he leaves to get dress, leaving you there shock still written on your face. You bring your fingers to your lips, contemplating the feeling you felt during the kiss, not sure if you really wanted it to end.

“What just happened?” You ask yourself, swiveling your body to look in the direction he went but you decide to take your mind off of it for now so you can be on time to Heather’s house, oh how she would love to hear this.

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HAIKYUU BOYS AS COLLEGE CRUSHES | R. SUNA

⤷ inspired by my hq boys as high school crushes post i wrote a looong time ago but this time i'm writing longer ish drabbles :D // kuroo vers!

“hey,” an unfamiliar voice startles you momentarily before you glance up and see the cute guy on your floor peaking a little too conspicuously at your phone, “i like that band too,”

you’ve seen him around pretty frequently, almost guaranteed 2-3 times daily, whether it be going to and from classes, at the dining hall, at the campus library, or just on the floor of your dorm. you want to say that it’s his height and the fact that you guys seem to have the same routines and class schedules that makes him so recognizable, but it’s actually mostly because he’s an objectively good looking guy. the guy’s got slightly longer, tousled dark hair and sleepy eyes, and such a casual and relaxed style of dressing that almost irritates you because he looks so damn good with no effort. 

“no way! are you going to their concert next week?” your eyes light up, pausing your music and taking out your earbuds.

he shrugs, “i want to, but going alone sounds kind of boring,”

“same, i’ve been wanting to get tickets but i’d rather not have to get back alone at night, you know?” you hum, mirroring his shrug as the elevator you’d both been waiting for arrives.

“i mean,” suna starts as the two of you step inside, hesitating for a moment and scrunching his eyebrows together, “we could go together then? i mean we bump into each other all over campus enough that seeing each other at a concert seems pretty normal,”

“damn take me out to dinner first or something,” you joke, cracking a smile as your hand hovers over the rows of elevator buttons, “but yea i’d be pretty down, what floor?”

“first floor please, but oh thank god, i was panicking for a minute  thinking that asking you was fucking weird,” he sigh, “i’m suna rintarou by the way,”

“we see each other so many times a day, so in a way it’s like we’re not total strangers and don’t even stress, i’d probably have asked if you didn’t beat me too it,” you smile reassuringly, “and i’m l/n y/n!”

“nice to finally put a name to the person i’m haunted by,” suna grins, shrugging when you shoot him an unimpressed look. 

“i think you mean blessed, actually,” you roll your eyes as the two of you step out of the elevator when the doors open to the first floor, “anyways, are you headed to the dining hall?”

“yup,” suna nods pumping his fist unenthusiastically, “i’m starving for some mediocre slightly inedible food,”

“same,” you lament, “want to eat together?”

suna smiles and nods, not wanting to let on how long he’s been waiting for an excuse to talk to you and get to know their little campus crush, “yeah i guess, if you really insist,”

“i’m not,” you reply dryly

“i’m kidding let’s go, i want to get to know you after having seen you around everywhere and not knowing anything about you” suna chuckles, feeling a strange giddiness forming in his chest as he glances down at you/

“fine, fine, because you want to get dinner with me so badly,” you sing, smiling as you walk towards the dining hall with suna by your side, “anyways, have you ever done that 21 questions thing to get to know someone?”

[yutarot]

butterfly. l.jn

guitarist!jeno, college au, band au, friends to lovers, fluff

wc. 8k

synopsis. after you and three other students transfer to a new college, a rumour goes around that the lead guitarist of the college’s rock band has a thing for one of the transfers. you don’t care, not until the transfer you had grown closest to disappears and only one name runs through your head as to who’s at fault: lee jeno.

warnings. depictions of bullying, reader has a hard time in the beginning, reader has character development, language, mention of alcohol

you have never liked attention, it has always seemed to overwhelm you. you never even had a birthday party when you were younger, the fear of a group of people singing happy birthday for you and only you worried you beyond belief. so when a video of you falling in the middle of a lecture on your way to the bathroom began circulating around your college, you knew that it was time to transfer to another college as far away as humanly possible.

so that leads you to now, feet rooted in place as you stand at the door of your new dorm, running your hands through your hair in the fear of either a weird or rude roommate. you take your time in knocking, eventually deciding to get it over with. 

when the door opens, the girl on the other side of the threshold gasps, noticing the suitcase by your side. 

‘oh my god, come in!’

her enthusiasm throws you backwards as you smile, hesitantly walking through the door and letting her take your things, placing them on one of the beds.

she reaches out her hand to shake yours, ‘im karina, but most people back home call me rina.’

you take her hand, noticing the sweetness of her smile as she looks at you. after a moment of silence, you realise what she had said.

people back home?

‘you’re a transfer student too?’ you ask. 

she grins, lighting up and nodding at your question. 

the next few hours, you spend time getting to know each other: your food preferences, what time you sleep, and eventually each other's majors - hers being communications whilst yours is economics. you also learn that karina had only been here for a few hours before you, her energy and productivity just meant that she had unpacked in impossible speed.

you practically spend the whole night in excitement, cooking dinner and listening to music.  you even learnt about each other's past relationships, watching her face drop when you explained you’d been single your whole life. it was nice, more than nice, to have a friend you click with that quickly, and you thank whoever is looking over you for having put you both in a dorm together.

the next morning, you had made it to your first class far too early, insisting that you walk with karina to her class before waiting around for yours. you hadn’t spoken to anyone else yet, learning instead from the chatter of conversations around you that this semester there were four transfers, you, karina and two you hadn’t met yet. you stay quietly tucked against the wall as you wait, disliking the looks of confusion as people see you waiting for a class they’ve never seen you in before, but you disregard it, it’s better than the looks you got last year. 

when the lecture before yours eventually floods out, you silently creep in, securing your seat at the back corner of the hall before anyone else arrives. something inside of you secretly hopes that someone sits beside you, offering you their friendship, but by the time the lecture starts, the seat beside you remains empty, disappointment fading into your chest as you try to not let it bother you. 

instead, there was something else bothering you: the indistinct feeling of somebody watching you. that was not something you weren’t used to feeling, so like always, you ignore it; nothing good can ever come out of having a pair of eyes trained on you. 

to say that the lecture was boring was an understatement. leaving the hall, you spot karina waiting for you by a bench and you make a direct beeline in her direction. 

‘how was your first class?’ she asks, standing up the moment she sees you. 

‘pretty boring.’ you drone. ‘you?’

‘aww. i made friends with one of the other transfers! her name is sakura and she's soooo sweet.’

your interest peaks at the mention of another transfer student. immediately you ask karina for more details, but when she replies complaining about only exchanging a few words with her, the subject moves swiftly on. 

‘so..’ karina starts, walking side by side with you as you make your way back to your dorm, ‘you don’t have anything planned tonight, do you?’ she asks. 

you furrow your brows, ‘nope, haven’t exactly made any other friends..’

‘perfect!’ she bursts in reply, ‘me and you are going to karaoke.’

your heart stills. ‘absolutely not.’

‘come onnn, it’ll be fun.’

the look she gives you makes you feel as though if you don’t accept her offer, she’ll likely go with someone else instead, and with her as your only friend, it would be nice to keep her around. 

you give her a look of inconfidence before slowly nodding. she jumps up and down, pulling you into a hug as she takes your arm, running towards the dorm in excitement.

why the hell did you say yes, you ask yourself, sitting nervously on the sofa of the karaoke room you and karina occupy, watching as she sings her heart out to ‘little light’. you clutch your fingers in your palm, trying to ignore the sweat that has accumulated due to your nerves. it’s been nearly 4 years since you last sang, and now you’re about to break that. she’s about to see a side of you you’ve never shown anyone else before, all except the shampoo bottles that line the shelves in your bathroom. 

as her song comes to a stop, you give her a well deserved round of applause; the entire song may have consisted of her shouting down the mic, entirely out of breath, but it was incredibly entertaining. 

‘thank you, thank you.’ she bows in laughter before sitting down. only then do you realise that it’s your turn, getting up and standing where karina just was, trying to ignore your knees as they attempt to buckle beneath you. 

you look through the song book, scanning the pages until a song jumps out at you. you used to sing this song to yourself every time you felt angry, using it to compress any emotion that threatened to break through your minds well constructed walls. you take the remote, pressing in the numbers for ‘stop crying your heart out’ by oasis. 

the music begins, flourishing through you like a fever, gripping a vice-like hold on your heart as it ripples through you. you hold the mic to your lips, letting the melody leave you, alongside all the thoughts and suffocating emotions that have been trapped within you for the past few months. it’s freeing, but incredibly captivating. it’s only after the song finishes that you remember where you are, the colourful lights of the karaoke room fading into darkness and the silence that follows strikes your gut in fear.

but it’s the look on karina's face that truly shocks you.

she stands there, completely and utterly in awe. not a word leaves either of you, completely bewildered by the past 4 minutes. 

‘wow…’ she whispers, ‘you can sing.’

you laugh to yourself quietly. ‘not really..’

‘not really?! yn you just sang the most beautiful thing i’ve ever heard in my entire life!’ she says, walking towards you in excitement. 

ever so slightly, you let a proud smile slip. noones ever complimented your singing before. noones ever gotten a chance to hear you.

‘thank you.’ you grin. 

‘i don’t know how i’m ever going to live up to that.’ she says, scrolling through the songbook. 

you grab her attention, ‘why don’t we sing a duet!’

‘i thought you’d never ask!’ she exclaims. 

telling her you need to grab a drink before you start, asking her if she wants anything too, you step outside the karaoke room, walking to the main desk.

quietly, you sing the tune you just sang to yourself, the melody stuck in your head. 

you make it to the front desk, asking the woman sat there for two more drinks. you feel an inpatient presence behind you and take note to order your drinks a little quicker. you take them and head back to the karaoke room, karina jumping up when you arrive and immediately pressing the button for ‘2 baddies.’

the next few days, you and karina are inseparable, spending all your free time together around campus, studying together, eating together. you’re glad to have her around, not knowing what you would do without her. 

you’re sitting on a table in the library when you hear a voice from above you. 

‘karina and yn right?’ he says, looking between you. ‘i’m chenle, i heard you guys are transfers too?’

you look at karina, her face is, like always, filled with joy at meeting someone new. you don’t understand how she does it. 

‘yes! i’m karina, that’s yn! sit with us.’ she says, motioning to the empty space beside you.

he takes a seat, placing his bag by his feet. 

you learn he’s a math major so you and him get on pretty well, discussing your classes. you try your best to be outgoing, but you can tell karina can see you're struggling when she takes over the conversation. 

however, your discussion is cut short when chenles friends come over, calling for him to join them and laughing, talking about something to do with a poster. 

you ignore it, going back to studying. it’s probably something stupid, you tell yourself.

it was definitely not something stupid.

after finishing your assignments at the library, you and karina decide it’s time for a snack before you head back to your dorm. unlike usual, you decide to go to the main cafeteria, somewhere you’ve avoided for the past week for the pure fact that it always seems far too busy to get a seat. 

but today, all the people in the cafeteria don’t seem to be sat at tables. instead, they all form herds around multiple sections at the edges of the hall, seemingly noticing something that’s hung up on all of the walls.

all of the people except one group of girls.

as you and karina walk in, the groups of people grow weary, a shift in their excitement suddenly simmering around the room.

curious to see what all of the fuss is about, you make your way to one of the posters, but when you read the words printed on it, your entire demeanour begins to shatter. 

karina reads the words on the poster out loud, slowly and steadily relaying the message back to you. ‘a little birdy told me that guitarist of the NCU band, lee jeno, has a thing for one of the transfers. that’s unbelievable!’ she says, ripping the poster from the wall and scrunching it into a ball before eventually putting it in the bin. ‘they’re trying to make fun of us!’ she exclaims. you’ve never seen karina this annoyed. she takes your wrist before dragging you both to your dorm. 

you sit together on the sofa, digging into the takeout that karina ordered you both. 

‘urg.. i just can’t believe someone would start a stupid rumour like that. who even is lee jeno?’ she rambles.

you shrug your shoulders, denying the fact that the name is ever so slightly familiar to you. you had heard a group of girls talking about him in your lecture, describing him like he’s some sort of profound campus celebrity. 

suddenly, a thought hits you. 

‘if he’s a member of the college rock band, surely he’ll be on their instagram?’ you suggest. 

karina shrieks, ‘yes! you’re right.’

she grabs her phone, typing ‘NCUband’ into the search bar and eventually finding their instagram account. you peer over her shoulder, an array of images covering her screen. but one image sticks out to you. you lean over, clicking on the image, a guy with black hair in front of a dark blue background lighting up on karina's phone. you look at the caption, ‘#JENO.’

‘holy shit, it’s him.’ karina says, eyes fixated on the screen ahead of her. you giggle at her blushing. 

not because you find her behaviour odd, but because you relate to her reaction entirely. that’s one incredibly attractive man if you’ve ever seen one. 

‘i’m starting to hope it’s me that he’s crushing on.’ karina jokes, and you playfully hit her arm. 

after scrolling through the comments, you learn just how popular lee jeno really is, an array of compliments under each and every post. you also scroll through the rest of the account, learning the rest of the rock bands members to be named yangyang, yuta, ten and haechan. 

‘no but seriously, don’t you think it’s kind of weird?’ you say. 

‘what do you mean?’

‘the poster and about jeno having a thing for one of us. it’s so random.’

karina nods. ‘true, but it’s kind of fun if you think about it.’

you laugh, but you’re not so sure you agree. 

that night, you lie in bed, unable to let sleep take over you. just when you think you might get a chance to get some shut-eye, someone knocks at your door. 

you hear karina shuffle out of bed, ‘i’ll get it!’ she says, running to the door. 

trusting her to deal with whoevers standing outside your dorm at 1 in the morning, you slowly drift off to sleep, letting the feeling of slumber lull you away.

loneliness. that’s what you’re afraid of, being alone. 

you’re entire life, you’ve felt like you’ve been living it by yourself, surrounded by nothing but your own thoughts. now, in a new place surrounded by new people, you’ve felt nothing but warmth and comfort. karina had given you all of that with her friendship, let you discover what it means to not live life alone. 

but all of that stopped the second you woke up.

brushing your sheets off of you, you walk to the kitchen. you expect to see karina there, as usual, studying on the table in your kitchen area, coffee on the desk ahead of her. but the table is clear, coffee machine still cold.

confused, you make your way to karina's room, knocking on her door. 

silence.

deciding she probably overslept and not wanting her to miss her morning class, you open the door. 

but when you do, your heart melts.

you’ve never felt this way before: completely and utterly helpless, world shattering before you with nothing you can do about it.

you stay standing in the threshold, unable to walk inside in fear that reality will sink in further.

her room is empty. karina is gone, along with all of her stuff.

you close the door, tears falling down your cheeks. 

your only friend, the only person you’ve ever truly connected with, has left. your mind whirs in circles at what you could have possibly done to make her want to go home.

you’re alone, the very thing you’re afraid of. 

and gaining loneliness is far more painful than maintaining it.

that day, you spend your entire time by yourself. sitting by yourself in the library, grabbing lunch by yourself, walking to class alone, all of the things you’d usually do with karina replaced by the overshadow of silence. 

you’re walking back to your dorm when you hear the sound of laughter up ahead of you, what looks like two guys walking in your direction from a distance.

it’s only when they get closer that you notice one of their faces. 

lee jeno.

you stop in your tracks, bewildered with a new sense of anger you’ve never felt before. 

he did something, you know it, he’s the reason for it. 

it must have been karina that the poster was about, he must have come looking for her last night at your dorm, he must have scared her off enough to go home.

it’s his fault.

noticing your stare, jeno and who you're presuming is his bandmate, haechan, stop ahead of you. 

jeno doesn’t say a word. 

‘uh, you okay?’ haechan speaks up, laughter lining his tone.

‘not really.’ you snap back. ‘i need to talk to jeno… alone.’

jeno’s face lights up in confusion. he turns to haechan, ‘mine and yuta’s dorm is 120, here’s the key, i'll be up in a sec.’ haechan nods before walking off. turning back to you, jeno gives you his full attention.

‘what’s up?’ he says.

‘it’s karina, isn’t it?’ you say, ‘the girl you have a thing for.’

you almost notice his laughter slip as he tries to hold it in. ‘woah, woah, woah. what??’ 

‘the poster-‘

‘i know about the poster. but why do you think it’s karen, or whatever her name is?’

‘karina,’ you correct him. ‘and because she left this morning after someone came knocking on our dorm last night! you scared her off, didn’t you?’

he looks taken aback, completely and utterly stunned at what you're implying. 

‘so, let me get this straight.’ he says, shaking his head.‘not only do you believe this rumour about me, but you think its about your roommate? and that i went to her dorm and scared her into leaving? do you realise how crazy this sounds?’ 

you listen to his words, looking down at your fingers as you play with the hem of your t-shirt. only after hearing your accusation out loud do you understand the stupidity of what you're saying. 

‘sorry..’ you say, ‘i’ll just go.’

you turn around to continue on to your dorm when you hear his voice echo from behind you. 

‘wait.’ he says. 

you turn around again, facing him. his face is unreadable. 

you wait for him to continue. 

‘don’t apologise.’ he says, a hint of a smile lining his lips. ‘it’s sweet that you care so much about your friend.’

you stand there, words unable to reach your lips. 

‘i’ll see you around, yn.’ he smiles before walking in the opposite direction.

it’s only after you make it back to your dorm that you realise you had never actually told him your name. 

the following week was difficult. you couldn’t even attempt to make new friends, whispers of why karina had suddenly disappeared, flooding the air and forming some kind of invisible repellent around you. you hate the attention, wishing you were anywhere but here as you walk through the library.

there’s not many students around, those who are here, burying their nose in whatever they’re reading. but as you walk absentmindedly through the aisles reading the book titles, you accidentally bump into the back of someone else, colliding with them and causing them to drop their book at their feet. 

‘ow!’ she yells, picking up the book and looking at you.

‘sorry..’ you say, quietly.

‘speak up, i can’t hear you.’ she says.

you want to run out of there, blood rushing through you in embarrassment.

‘i'm sorry.’ you say a little louder.

‘good.’ she says, but just as you think you got away with ending the interaction, her eyes narrow at you.

‘wait a minute…’ she looks you up and down. ‘you’re that transfer.. the one who’s always by herself.. yn ln, right?’ she giggles.

‘um yes.’

‘awww, it’s a shame your bestie left you, you must have done something horrible.’ she mocks, laughing in your face.

‘i didn’t actu-‘

‘oh, who cares.’ she suddenly says, before rolling her eyes and walking past you, bashing her shoulder against yours in the process and knocking you to the floor.

you fall onto the carpet, and as you try to get up, you hear the thud of her book as she throws it down at you. 

‘not nice to be barged into, is it?’ she grimaces, ‘put this back.’ her foot slides the book across to you as she leaves.

you feel like you're about to be sick, surrounded by the urge to cry and never stop. 

this is what you escaped from, this is what you ran from.

and it’s all come chasing you back.

you haven’t stopped crying. not when you got yourself up from the floor, not when you walked through the library and not even when you made it to your dorm. but you don’t want to be there, the lingering reminder of karina’s absence pressuring you into remembering just how alone you are. you wish you had other friends, wish you knew of some other place to go, but you don’t. 

your mind tracks through all the interactions you’ve had over the past week, most of them being passive aggressive remarks or curious questions about what happened to karina. but there’s one interaction that sticks out to you, the only nice interaction you’ve had without karina by your side.

lee jeno.

even though you were displaying your very obvious anger towards him at the time, he was nice to you - if ‘nice’ even counts for what he had said - but in terms of the lack of mean words, it was a lot nicer than any others.

that’s when you remember the beginning of your conversation with him, or more importantly, his conversation with haechan.

he had told him which dorm to go to, handing him over the keys. dorm 120.

you know it’s stupid, you know it’s completely and utterly ridiculous, but you can’t stand a moment longer in this dorm without knowing why karina left. not after what happened today, not after what’s been happening all week.

so here you stand, paying no mind to your tear stained cheeks as you knock on the door to dorm 120. 

your stomach is turning, reminding you of just how stupid this is, of why the college’s most popular guy would ever want to help you. 

when the door opens, it’s not jeno who stands there. instead it’s his roommate, red hair half in braids and makeup staining his eyes. 

he takes one look at you before calling out over his shoulder. ‘hey jeno, i think this one’s for you.’ 

as jeno’s roommate, yuta, steps away from the door, jeno emerges from around the corner. his eyes find yours in surprise, studying the red of your cheeks and the way you stand awkwardly at the door. 

‘yn? what’s wrong?’ he says, brows furrowing.

you don’t know why he cares, why he’s asking. he doesn’t know you. 

‘i, um, need a favor.’ you say quietly. 

he nods before stepping forward, closing the door behind him as he talks to you in the hallway. 

‘okay.’ he says, urging you to go on. 

‘everyone’s blaming me for her leaving, but i’m not the reason… i’m sure of it.’ you say, looking up at him. his face is stern, confused. ‘and i know she wouldn’t just up and leave like that, she was loving it here. there must be another reason. whoever was at our dorm that night, they made her want to go home.’

he nods the whole time you’re speaking, but your unsure if he’s even taking you seriously. he shouldn’t, he doesn’t know you, you’re just some girl who happens to know where his dorm is. 

you continue, ‘i’m tired of being treated this way. i want to find them and ask them why they did it.’ you look down at the floor, ‘but i don’t know how to find them… and i was hoping since you’re, you know, popular, you’d know enough people to help.’

he takes in every word you say, eyes giving off an emotion you just can’t decipher. 

there’s a second of silence before he responds. 

‘alright.’ he says, ‘i’ll help you.’

your eyes look up from the floor to catch his, a smile of hope forming on your lips and you swear you catch him gasp at your excitement, only to watch your expression fall moments later. 

‘but..’ he starts, ‘on one condition.’

you nod, willing to do anything so long as it means you won’t be lonely anymore.

he grins as he looks at you. 

‘if you sing for our band.’

it takes you a while to respond, completely baffled at how he had any idea you could sing. you stand there, thoughts swirling in your head. the confusion must have been evident on your face because jeno lets out a laugh.

‘don’t worry.’ he says, still trying to hold back his laughter. ‘i saw you at a karaoke bar a few weeks ago ordering drinks. i heard you singing to yourself when you walked up to the desk.’

so that was him? 

‘but.. i don’t sing.’ you say, shaking your head. 

he raises his eyebrows. ‘with a voice like that?’

you swear your heart nearly fails, unsure why.

‘you want me to help you?’ he says.

you think for a moment, weighing your options. you’re already gaining too much attention for you to handle, why not take on some more of it means you don’t have to bear it alone?

‘fine.’ you say, ‘i’ll sing for your band.’

he smiles, holding out his hand for you to shake and you get reminded of the day you met karina, shaking her hand as you first stepped into the dorm, not knowing where that friendship would bring you. 

but as you take jeno’s, there’s something different, something indescribable, as if you’re suddenly aware of what’s around you. 

and for once in your life, you don’t hate it.

your first practice with the rest of the band made you feel sick. when you sang infront of karina, you felt safe. nervous? yes, but safe. now, trailing behind jeno as you walk into the practice room, you feel yourself begin to grow terrified. 

‘everyone, this is yn, our new singer.’ jeno says.

you look around at their faces, recognising yuta and haechan as they throw you small smiles of recognition. the one you don’t recognise is introduced to you as yangyang. they all seem relatively nice, not telling you mean comments or giving you looks. they explain to you that their previous singer, ten, got ill a few days ago, and that they’ve been looking for someone to stand in for him in their gig next week. you clench your fists at the mention of having to sing infront of a crowd, and jeno notices your nerves, gently brushing the side of his finger along your forearm in comfort as he stands beside you. its a small gesture, but it means alot. 

you really don’t understand why he’s being so nice to you, helping you find out who sent away karina, but you taught yourself recently to not take kindness for granted. 

because it doesn’t stick around for long.

the rest of the band go to their instruments, warming up their sounds and jamming a melodic tune in sync with each other. you walk over to the mic, picking up the lyric sheet and studying the lyrics to ‘butterfly’. 

after yangyangs cue, the boys start playing their instruments to the song and immediately, you feel more at peace. it's as if the music swarms you, inviting you into an embrace as you begin to sing the lyrics. you drown out any fear, any temptation to want the floor to swallow you up and you just sing, note after note carving the melody. 

when the song ends, the room grows silent. 

‘fucking hell.’ yangyang curses, ‘we should have hired you the second you walked onto campus.’ he says. 

you turn to face them, and you giggle at the sight of them all portraying faces of shock. 

all of them except jeno.

his expression is calm, only a slight smile reaching his eyes as he looks at you. 

you notice haechan, his gaze fixated on jeno as he whispers something to yuta. 

for a moment, a completely impossible idea floods your mind. 

what if the poster was about you?

but when you think about it, truly think about it, you can’t believe you’d be so naive.

jeno was way too far out of the league of people that would be interested in you. crowds of people flock after him daily, he’s the most loved guy on campus. 

that poster was a result of a ridiculous rumour. besides, if it was anyone, it would be that other transfer karina had met: sakura. in your time knowing jeno, you’ve learnt that he admires sweetness, and from what karina had told you, that’s all sakura is. you had gotten falsely angry at him before he had even met you, you’re anything but sweet. 

when practice was over, yuta and jeno say their goodbye’s swiftly, saying something about a gathering as jeno quickly tells haechan something before he leaves. after yangyang goes home, that leaves only you and haechan to grab your things. 

‘you know, you shouldn’t be so nervous about your voice.’ haechan says, slinging his bag over his shoulder. 

‘thank you.’ you reply, smiling before walking to head out of the door. 

haechan runs after you, ‘woah woah woah, where do you think you’re going?’ 

you look at him in confusion. ‘um… back to my dorm..?’

‘nuh uh,’ haechan chimes, ‘not by yourself. sorry, captain's orders.’

it takes you a moment to realise that he’s talking about jeno.

‘jeno asked you to walk me home?’ you ask and he nods. ‘oh.. that’s okay you really dont have to, i’ll be fine..’

‘nope.’ he says, ‘follow me.’ 

you watch as he begins to walk in the complete wrong direction. 

‘you don’t know where my dorm building is, do you?’ you laugh.

‘nope. follow you.’ he says, turning around in the other direction, making you laugh. 

eventually making it to your dorm, he drops you off. 

‘thank you.’ you tell him.

‘no problem, yn.’ he replies. ‘oh and by the way,’ 

your eyebrow raises, waiting for him to continue. 

‘that rumour about jeno is true.’

you’re certain it's sakura. everytime you see her around campus, jeno and his bandmates always turn up. it’s as if every word of the poster is true, he really does have an eye on her. 

it’s the evening and you're bored in your dorm, eyes lingering on the empty space around you when you decide that you need to finally start your investigation with jeno. you’ve been putting it off, struggling to face the reality that someone had tried to do this to karina, to get her to leave. 

knowing you now have jeno’s number in your phone, you call him to meet you at the night cafe a few minutes away from the dorms. 

when you get there, jeno’s already at a table, a drink for either of you infront of him. 

‘hi.’ you say, and he smiles back at you. ‘so um.. where to start..’

jeno laughs at your awkwardness. ‘i have a question.’ he says, and you nod for him to proceed. ‘did karina make any, uh, enemies whilst she was here?’

you rack your brain, scanning through the conversations you and her would have after your lectures, but nothing jumps out at you. karina was always so nice, so bubbly to everyone around her. 

‘no.. i don’t think so.’

he nods, taking a sip of his drink as he thinks his next words carefully. 

‘did you?’

you freeze at his question and he notices. you so desperately want to tell him about the girl from the library, but something in you stops yourself. 

and you’re glad you did, because moments later, you notice the familiar ponytail peek out from the table behind jeno.

there she is, the girl from the library, sat with two other girls. you feel their eyes on you, notice their whispers and laughs as they look at you both, and that's when you realise how bad this looks, the situation your in. 

but when jeno slightly leans to the side to pick up his drink again, you notice the faces of the girls she’s with. 

and you recognise them. 

sitting at a table with the girl from the library, are two girls from your old college.

the girls that spread the video of you falling. 

when they see you notice them, their faces brighten, waving to you as they giggle.

jeno notices your distraction. 

‘hey, yn, you okay?’

you snap back to your conversation with jeno, ‘oh.. yes, sorry.’

‘thats okay, so like i was saying..’

jeno continues on but you can’t help but lose focus, instead watching as the girls get up from their table and head straight toward you and jeno.

‘shit.’ you murmur under your breath.

‘yn?’ jeno asks, concern lining his features.

‘hey yn.’ a separate voice speaks from beside you two. 

the girl from the library looks directly at him. ‘hey jeno.’

jeno looks at you, jaw clenching. 

‘what do you want, haewon?’ he asks, anger undoubtedly coursing through him, and you wish to uncover why. 

haewon giggles, laughing with the two girls from your old college. you try your best to ignore them, looking down at your drink as you pretend to stir it. 

haewon speaks up. ‘i want to know why you're here with this.’ she says, blatantly referring to you. 

jeno doesn’t speak, but you see his fists clench. 

one of the other girls speak up. ‘maybe he wouldn't be if he saw a little video i’ve got.’ she says. she presses play on the video, throwing the phone down on the table for everyone to see. 

but jeno’s eyes aren’t on the phone; they’re on you. 

and they’re livid. 

you’re still looking down, attempting to ignore them. 

haewon continues, ‘you know, jeno, if you were going to stoop this low after our breakup, i would have stayed with you to save you from the embarrassment of being seen with her.’

your head snaps up. 

our breakup? haewon is jeno’s ex?

noticing your attention, haewon taunts you. ‘thats right, yn, i bet you weren’t expecting that were y-’

‘leave her alone.’ jeno’s voice is harsh, stern. 

haewon looks taken aback. ‘she didn’t tell you, did she?’ she says to jeno. ‘about our little incident in the library when she pushed me.’

jeno’s eyes snap to yours and he can tell you want to leave, want to get out of here and never look back. 

but he’s curious, so he doesn’t interrupt haewon, not yet.

she continues, ‘of course, i didn’t let her get away with it though. left her crying on the floor where she belongs.’ she laughs, the two others laughing with her. 

but jeno is anything but amused. 

you’ve never seen him so angry, full of so much emotion as he stands, kicking his chair behind him and walking around the table to grab your wrist, pulling you out the cafe entrance and back onto the street. haewons laughter fades into the distance. 

you think he’s going to yell at you, be angry at you for pushing his ex. 

but just when you think he’s going to yell at you, he does quite the contrary. 

at first, the warmth of his arms around you causes you to still. but when you hear him murmur apologetically, you melt into his arms. 

weirdly, you feel safe, as if his arms can protect you against everything in the world, your fears, your hatred, your loneliness.

and its then that you realise that ever since you turned up outside his dorm that night, you haven’t felt loneliness once, as if, unknowingly, he had healed you of it all simply with his presence. 

after a moment, you pull away from the hug. 

‘why didn’t you tell me?’ he asks, searching your eyes.

‘because i didn’t think i could.’

the following week, you focus mainly on your assignments, as well as attending practice with the band when you could. you were beginning to gain confidence, with the gig in a few days and haechan giving you tips on performing, you were well on your way to feeling relatively okay about it all. you and jeno meet occasionally to try to decipher who had got karina to leave, but you keep getting hit with dead ends. it doesn’t help that karina’s the kindest person you’ve ever met; it’s impossible to find a single soul that could possibly hate her. 

you’re chilling in your dorm with a blanket and on your fourth rerun of pitch perfect when you receive a text from haechan. 

[18:22] haechan: yo

you open your phone, replying back to him with a single question mark. 

[18:22] haechan: me and the rest of the band have a party tonight if you'd like to come?

[18:23] haechan: no pressure tho ofc

[18:23] haechan: well maybe a little bit

your stomach churning at the thought of a party, you reply after little to no thought at all. 

[18:24] me: no sorry

[18:24] haechan: pleaseeeeee

[18:24] haechan: you can go if you feel uncomfortable i promise

[18:25] haechan: plus jeno wants you to come

really?

[18:25] me: okay

so it’s settled, your first college party. you’re literally about to kill haechan for convincing you to do this. 

dressing yourself in the only nice outfit you own, you answer your door as haechan, jeno and yuta arrive. after being informed that yangyang decided to stay back at his and tens dorm to not make ten feel left out, you all walk over to the house where the party’s being held.

you’ve never been to a college party before, only heard about them from friends and their experiences. 

as you walk into the house, you’re immediately overwhelmed. loud music and darkness fill the air and the entire place reeks of alcohol. noticing your nerves, jeno leans down to talk to you. 

‘i won’t leave you, okay? stay by my side.’

you nod, following him as the others split off. 

he offers you a drink and you gladly decline. he doesn’t make a fuss about it, just simply lets you enjoy yourself how you want. 

however, after a while, people's eyes begin to become evident to you, watching as people whisper and point to you and jeno. you hate it, you hate the way they’re looking at you like you’ve done something wrong. 

‘jeno?’ you say to him, but he already knows whats wrong before you even say it, grabbing your hand and pulling you along the party and towards the front door. 

but something, no, somebody stops you. 

haewon. 

she stand’s there, arms folded as she blocks the door from the kitchen into the hallway.

‘get out the way, haewon.’ jeno says, a warning lining the tone in his voice. 

‘so what if i don’t.’ she snaps back. ‘i have a little secret to tell yn over here.’

her eyes travel to you and you almost flinch when she smiles in your direction. 

but you won’t let her taunt you, not like this, not anymore. 

‘don’t talk to me.’ you say, and jeno’s brows lift in surprise at your remark. he smirks at your confidence. 

‘what was that?’ haewon scoffs. 

‘i said, don’t talk to me.’

she rolls her eyes, ‘pfft, you wouldn’t be so confident if you knew who jeno really had his eyes on.’

you sigh, ‘i already do.’

at that, jenos hand tightens around yours, urging you to look at him.

‘what?’ he mouths to you, but you don’t respond, facing back to haewon. 

‘it’s sakura.’ you say. 

with that, haewon lets out a laugh. not a cute laugh, or a kind one, but one laced with nothing but humiliation. 

‘sakura?’ she continues laughing, ‘you really think it’s her?’

you nod, and you feel jeno shift beside you. 

‘oh honey,’ she continues, ‘you couldn’t be more wrong. you should have seen the way he looked at karina. why else do you think she left you.’

her word’s stab you in the chest. not because of her laughter, not because of her humiliation and not even because of her words about karina. no, you know from jeno himself that it isn’t her.

but because, if jeno didn’t like karina, and if he didn’t like sakura. 

then that left just one person. 

you. 

you detach your hand from jeno’s hold, heading straight for the door, pushing past haewon with force. you don’t care what she thinks, you don’t care what it looks like, you need to get out of this party. 

this whole time, you’ve convinced yourself that you’re lonely, deprived from any kind of social connection, removed from any sort of status. but this whole time, he has been looking at you. 

your first lecture when you felt like someone was looking at you, your time at the karaoke bar, this whole time, it had been him. not the eyes of those judging you, not the eyes of people who hate you, but him.

you make it out to the front of the house, sitting on the curb by the road to collect your thoughts. the poster, karina leaving, none of it makes sense.

suddenly, you feel a presence beside you. turning your head to look at haechan as he sits down, you realise your vision is foggy, tears lining your lash line and threatening to drop.

‘i should have never done it.’ he says, looking at the ground. 

you look at him in question and he continues. 

‘i saw the way he used to look at you on campus, i knew he was obsessed with your voice after hearing you at the karaoke bar. i was just playing around, just teasing him for his hallway crush.’

you’re confused. ‘what are you talking about?’

‘i should have never made that poster. if i knew how much trouble it would have caused, i never would have done it. i'm so sorry, yn.’

you sit still, in awe at the confession of the man beside you. he had only intended to pull a prank on his best friend, but it had backfired.

you laugh and he looks at you, ‘its okay, haechan. you don’t need to apologise.’

‘i do.’ he smiles, ‘and im glad i have.’

you sit there for a moment, silence overwhelming you as you think over haechans words. 

‘i saw the way he looked at you on campus.’

the words are familiar, like an unfinished rhyme, beckoning to be completed. but as you sit in quiet, you suddenly remember something haewon had said moments ago. 

‘you should have seen the way he looked at karina.’

it all snaps together, like a magnet that never should have been split apart. 

haewon thought it was karina that her ex was crushing on. she was jealous, enraged. blinded by the fact that you and karina were inseparable, always side by side. it was an easy mistake, one that she must have overlooked when she had knocked on your dorm that night, using whatever manipulative skills she had to get karina to go home, to get her as far away from her precious ex as possible. 

you can’t believe it, how you didn’t figure this out sooner.

it was haewon this whole time.

you stand up, startling haechan, before running back into the party. you spot jeno, slumped against the kitchen counter, beer in hand. you can’t look at him, can’t process the fact that he might possibly have his eyes on you. 

instead, you look for haewon, heading straight in her direction the moment you see her. 

you don’t realise but haechan had clocked on, running over to jeno and explaining everything in as much detail as he could. 

you stand ahead of haewon, heart in your throat. 

‘it’s not karina.’ you say.

‘what?’ shes angry, annoyed that you’re even speaking to her. 

‘i know what you did, haewon. i know that you got rid of her.’

haewon smiles, and you want to wipe the smug grin off her face. 

so you do. 

‘but you got the wrong girl.’

as expected, haewons smile drops. 

‘what are you talking about?’ she says.

but it’s not you that answers. 

his voice is calm, collected. 

‘it was her i was looking at.’ he says, eyes drifting to yours. 

haewon stutters, angrily waving her arms around. 

‘you’re lying!’ she cries, ‘it’s me you should be looking at.’

but he doesn’t, not once, eyes never leaving yours. 

you smile silently, words not daring to leave your mouth in fear that they will choke you. 

haewon storms off, annoyed at the spectacle in front of her. 

jenos face is full of concern, a look of adoration covering his eyes that you’ve failed to recognise until now. 

‘so, you finally realised, huh?’ he says, brushing a strand of hair from your face. 

‘i thought it was sakura…’ you reply.

‘who?’ he laughs, and for once in your life, you laugh with him. 

the way he looks at you when you laugh is a face you want to remember forever.

‘oh and yn?’ he says, causing your eyebrows to raise in question. ‘i found out what college karina goes to from one of the guys over there. we can give them a call tomorrow and try to get her back if you’d like?’

your heart melts, sinking in your chest as your eyes began to gloss over. 

‘hey, what’s wrong?’ he questions, hand now moving to trace your cheek.

but you smile. 

‘thank you.’

and he smiles back. 

‘anything for you.’

3 days later.

‘yn? oh my god! wake up! i can’t believe you’d nap so late in the afternoon!’ 

you groan as you stir from, what was, a nice relaxing afternoon nap before you’re big gig. 

‘im being serious, yn! you have, like, twenty minutes.’ karina’s voice echoes in your brain and you shoot up, panic overflowing you. you check your phone, scrolling as hundreds of texts from each of the band’s members fly across your screen. 

‘shit.’ you curse, and karina laughs before helping you ready your things. trusting her to full capacity, you let her do your hair and makeup before pushing you out the door and running you over to jeno and yuta’s dorm. 

it was interesting introducing karina to the band when she came back, but you love the way they all get along, clicking with karina just as you did at the start of the semester. you told her about the whole situation with jeno, and despite learning the truth, you and him haven’t had the chance to talk about it yourselves.

once you and karina make it to the rest of the boys, you all head over to the venue. as you get closer and closer, your nerves heighten, heart pooling in your chest at the thought. 

the moment you’re backstage, you begin to panic, your chest tightening and restricting you from breathing. 

jeno’s beside you. he notices a shift in your demeanour, leaning down to look at your face in worry. 

‘yn?’ he whispers, ‘you okay?’

‘not really.’ you shake your head; you’re so incredibly nervous.

‘hey, look at me.’ he says, gently bringing his hand to your chin to tilt your head towards his.

the air around you both stills, the music quiets.

you look into his eyes and he looks into yours, as if you’re trying to find something in each other, something you can’t describe.

jeno begins to speak, hand lingering below your chin before moving to fix a few strands of your hair. ‘you know, the first time i heard you sing, that time at the karaoke bar, i was completely and utterly in love with you. you struck something within me, yn. it’s like i’ve been waiting around for you my whole life, like i’m a butterfly and you’re my wings.’ he smiles when he notices your breathing begin to slow, ‘you’re going to sound beautiful out there, just as much as you look it.’

you don’t know how to respond, how to meet his words with as much love as he gave you. so you do the only thing you know will show him just how much you mean it, just how much you’re thankful for him taking away your loneliness. 

you reach up, pressing your lips to his. 

he’s a little surprised at first, but after less than a second, his hands are around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. 

it’s beautiful: the art of not being alone, sharing a love with someone else as if they’re an extension of you. that’s how you feel in this moment, and that’s how you’ll feel forever. 

so as you step out onto that stage, jeno’s warmth still lingering on your skin, you know you're not alone, and you know you never will be.

not when he’s beside you.

[strawbewee]

begging for ANYTHING fix it related for the most recent season !!!

five x reader and they are married?? it would be nice if the reader had a more relaxed job in comparison to five in the CIA (the reader used to also work for the commission but wanted a calm life)

like maybe working in a daycare or flower shop?

i’m honestly begging for anything sweet please if you’ve got the time !

THIS HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD. YES, I WILL WRITE THIS FOR YOU <3 I ALSO HATE THE WAY THEY CHARACTERIZED FIVE IN THE NEW SEASON. This will be very domestic :3 And it's been a while since I've written Five, I hope he's not too out of character, let me know if you have any pointers :3

The door to your apartment creaks open and heavy footsteps enter, the jangling sounds of house keys hitting the ceramic bowl reaching your ears with a sigh following.

"Good evening, Jerome." You coo.

"I did not pick that name, quit calling me it." Five huffs as he shrugs off his suit jacket, entering the living room. He looked tired, but he was okay with that. He didn't want to settle for some repetitive job he'd be bored as hell at. Even if they gave him stupid aliases like Jerome.

"You could have at least asked. That's embarrassing, telling people your name is Jerome. What about...Ethan? Or even something that's close to Five. Like, Finn, or something." You answered with a chuckle, while Five crumpled on the couch next to you.

"There isn't any point. It's not like you need to go around calling me that name." He said, taking off his tie and laying it across the arm of the sofa. "Anyway, how was work?" He asked, taking off his brown Oxfords and laying them nearby but out of the main walkway. He reached over to the stack of papers on the coffee table and looked at the first page. "Jesus, this is the sloppiest handwriting I've ever seen."

"Ah yes, because children who still have shitty motor skills are going to be writing in perfect print. That's why they only have to write their names, not write full-fledged essays." You said sarcastically, plucking the piece of paper from his hands. You looked over the assignment your kindergarteners were given. The instructions were to count the different types of bugs on the paper. There were no more than 9 of each bug. 4 butterflies, 7 caterpillars, 1 beetle, 8 spiders.

"I was never that dumb." Five said a little snarkily, pointing to the answer spot that said there were only 5 caterpillars.

"Don't be such a prick." You huffed, getting out a blue pen. You didn't like to use red, too harsh. You circled each answer wrong, not making any corrections.

"How are you even meant to teach them this? It's basic counting." Five asked, sort of actually curious.

"We'll just go over it in class tomorrow. Everyone will count together."

"Then what's the point of the homework?"

You groaned. "We are not having this conversation anymore, old man." You pulled out a pack of stickers, putting one on each sheet of paper.

"You're just as old." He countered with a smirk, leaving you to roll your eyes and continue 'grading' the papers. He did shut up and drop the subject, letting his hand stray to your hand that wasn't busy grading papers. He wasn't ever one for physical affection in the past, but ever since getting to this place? He was more lenient. He was never hanging off of you, but his touches were gentler. Each contact of skin was a small way of saying 'I love you', because it was hard to say it out loud after years of isolation.

The biggest way of him saying he loved you was twisting the ring that nicely fit on your finger like he was doing right now. Like he was making sure you were aware of its presence and meaning.

You finished the papers in less than five minutes. You did not envy the fourth-grade teachers who had actual homework to grade. "Your dinner is in the fridge." You told him, taking his other hand and playing with the black band that adorned his ring finger.

"Not hungry." He said shortly, like he was offended you'd ever assume he wanted to do something aside from this. He wouldn't ever say that out loud, of course.

"It's sushi. Made by yours truly." You added, holding back a chuckle when he sucked in a deep breath, very torn between the options. It was weird, able to sit and think about something. He wasn't rushing home to eat and go to bed, he got to do domestic shit with you and fuck did he love it.

"..." Five stayed silent like a brooding teenager.

"I'll come with you." You reasoned, and he reluctantly sat up. You smiled and got up with him, the two of you traversing to the kitchen. He opened the door to the fridge and grabbed the small Tupperware of delicious looking sushi. You were not a fan of Commission cafeteria food, and you took pride in buying the best ingredients for you and your spouse. You were already grabbing him a pair of chopsticks, sitting with him at the kitchen island.

"...thanks." He said after eating a roll. He was stubborn, but he really did appreciate you taking the time to make more for him when he got home late. It was so nice to come home to a homemade meal. It reminded him of Grace.

"Of course, honey." You smiled, sitting in silence while he ate. He savored every moment. After being in the apocalypse for forty years, he really grew to appreciate the things he didn't have. He swore he would never take this life for granted.

He never questioned why, because the whole reason was sitting right next to him.

[himasgod]

Hehehehe

First years with reader who is Ace's sibling? Reader is an absolute sweetheart to the point people question if they are actually related to Ace.

DEUCE X READER

Where he falls in love with Ace's kind sibling

I'm sorry if it's not what you expected cuz I didn't feel like writing about all the first years today, instead, I focused on deucey, hope u like it anyway <3

Deuce hears it so often he’s not even surprised anymore.

From underclassmen in the cafeteria to random upperclassmen in the hallways, the reaction’s always the same.

“You mean that Ace? Like, Ace Trappola? No way they’re related. Are you sure?”

The confusion never ceases to amuse and confuse everyone—except Deuce.

He gets it. You’re kind, quiet, polite to a fault. You smile at ghosts when they float by Ramshackle and thank the chef ghosts for your meals. You’re always the one with band-aids in your bag, the one who helps Grim reach the higher shelves in the library without complaining about his fireballs.

You're basically the unofficial nurse, therapist, and cheerleader of any anxious student, while your brother…

Well.

“TRAPPOLA!” Riddle roars in the background, and Deuce flinches.

Yep. That.

So no one really blames Deuce for being a little surprised the first time Ace introduced you. He’d been expecting another troublemaker with a grin like a loaded slingshot.

Not someone who greeted him with a soft, “Oh! You must be Deuce! Ace says a lot about you,” with a smile that knocked the breath out of him.

“Not all bad things, I hope?” he’d stammered, ears turning pink.

You just giggled, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“Well… it is Ace. But I don’t believe everything he says.”

And just like that, Deuce was gone.

“I’m serious, I think my sibling’s casting some weird love spell on everyone or something,” Ace grumbles one day, flipping a playing card over in frustration.

“They’re just… nice,” Deuce says, ducking his head to hide his blush.

“Yeah, to the point it’s suspicious. It’s like they got all the angel genes and I got all the cool ones.”

“Wouldn’t call it that,” Deuce mutters, but Ace is already too busy cheating at cards to hear him.

The truth is, Deuce can’t help it.

He finds himself looking for you on campus. Not in a creepy way—he just feels better when you're around.

You talk to him like he’s not just a delinquent trying to play hero. Like he’s someone worth talking to.

Once, you caught him struggling to carry potion ingredients, and without a word, you took half the load into your arms.

“Teamwork makes the dream work,” you’d smiled.

He had to stare straight ahead the whole walk back so you wouldn’t see how red his face had gotten.

“Hey, Deuce?”

He looks up from where he’s fixing something outside the dorm. You’re hugging a pillow to your chest, hair tousled from a nap, and his brain short-circuits for a moment before he manages, “Yeah? Did you just wake up?”

“I was sleepy, so I took a nap…but that doesn't matter... I mean, you want to go to the Mystery Shop with me?” you ask.

“Ace’s stuck in detention, and I… well, I kind of wanted your opinion.”

“My opinion?” Deuce blinks. “On… what?”

You shift shyly.

“I want to buy a charm. For someone. But I’m not sure which one suits him better.”

He stares. His eye twitched a little unconsciously as he felt his heart now beat in a sadder rhythm.

“...Is it for a classmate?”

You hum.

“Mhm. He’s really sweet. A little clumsy. Tries really hard to do the right thing. I think he likes bastcycles?”

Oh.

Oh.

His brain stutters like a bad engine.

“...Wait. Is that—”

Your grin breaks through like sunlight.

“It’s you, dummy.”

He just about drops the wrench.

By the time you two are officially dating, the confusion on campus triples.

“Ace’s sibling? Them? Dating Deuce? What is going on in that family?!”

But Deuce doesn’t care what people say. You make him feel calm. Whole.

Like maybe he doesn’t have to prove himself all the time just to deserve good things.

And when you sit next to him during class and gently fix his tie, or when you sneak him snacks during long lectures with a wink, he feels it again—that dizzy warmth in his chest.

Love, probably.

And if he sometimes ends up sparring with Ace over who gets to walk you to class, well… he’s not sorry.

“Just don’t break their heart, Spade,” Ace says one day, not looking at him.

Deuce nods solemnly.

“I won’t. Ever.”

Because you’re nothing like Ace—but maybe that’s what makes this so special.

And somehow, that kindness of yours?

It’s exactly the kind of chaos Deuce Spade’s heart needed.

[twstfanblog]

If I could request one with the Dormleaders: reaction to a Fem!Yuu that worked as a lounge singer and is really good at it.

A/N: Changed it a bit since having every choice be a lounge singer didn't really fit to me.

Singer Reader Reactions

Housewardens x Reader

Riddle

You were singing for the Adeuce Duo when he heard you at first. Was very polite, waited for you to finish before he started clapping and asked about where you learned to sing so well.

Your mom was a lounge singer and you normally went to work with her every weekend. Over time, you picked up tips and tricks; you're basically a mini lounge singer now. You're not sure if it'll ever be a real profession, but the dream is a nice thought.

You now do surprise performances during unbirthday parties, paid fairly, and with as many desserts as Grim can stomach. Riddle really likes how your voice adds a new layer to the garden. Cater teases him about the fact that he only did this to get to hear you sing regularly. He may deny it, but he's also the one who makes sure you have a new tea dress for each performance.

Leona

Heard you singing in the gardens; you woke him up. Finds you belting out a rock ballad. He's not one for singing, but he can see talent and compliments you once you're finished.

Asks where you learned to sing with a growl like that so well. Something like that could rip a person's throat apart over time. You were actually really interested in doing metal covers of songs, inspired by online musicians.

You do mini concerts in Savanaclaw now. They didn't vibe at the start, then you started doing your growls and practiced death screams, and they are HOOKED. Their favorite time is when you're rocking out to a crowd-picked song and they are literally moshing. Leona likes that it tires them out AND he gets to hear you cut loose.

Azul

You saw the piano in the lounge and just started playing a few keys, hummed literally a bar of music and Azul was already there with a contract. Compliments your voice and asks if you'd be interested in singing for the lounge every night for some money. You simply won't find a better deal-

You stop him dead, because you are actually a professional lounge singer. Sure, your parents and agent handled all of the paperwork, but you will NOT just hand over your time and talents at his desire. But once you've negotiated the contract to your favor, you're hired.

The lounge is now more expensive, but no one is truly complaining because you are a professional. The mood was already fairly high class, now with your added crooning, another two stars has been tacked on to their overall rating. On very rare and lucky days, the whole Octotrio will reform their band and play along with you.

Kalim

Scarabia has so many parties it's almost insane. But you go to as many as you can to get free food. Kalim only heard you sing because you requested a song be played, but couldn't remember the name, so you sang out the melody.

The boy is amazed, all in your business, asking if you've always been able to sing like that? That was beautiful, Jamil, wasn't that beautiful? Please sing more! You claim to be at best a novice, only having a love of music and being able to repeat a melody. Kalim insists you're a musical prodigy and he will help you see as such.

Invited to sing at Scarabia a lot, he will sing Scalding Sands traditional songs for you to learn and sing together. At some point, he will talk you into learning dances too. He also starts dragging you to light music club meetings. Overall, just loves to hear you sing.

Vil

Heard you at first practicing with Epel at the well. But you ended up yelling at him before he could say anything. You were furious with Vil for making Epel sing in a range that he was clearly uncomfortable in. The boy is at best an Alto Vil.

You have professional training and a side love of transposing music to various ranges for all to enjoy singing. Though at this point you've started to look into writing your own music.

He gets his hands on sheet music for you. A way of apology but also, sing. Please sing. He will fucking launch your career himself at this point. He can't show how much he adores your voice without seeming desperate. So he simply has to get you a record deal so he can buy your debut album and play it on repeat.

Idia

Heard you singing a cover of an anime he was currently watching and he had to do a double-take. He recognized the melody before the words since you had translated it from the original language with Ortho's help.

It's a hobby. Making 'English Covers' of popular anime openings. You've hit a dead spot since coming to Twist, but Ortho was nice enough to point you in the direction of the anime as a way to get back into the groove of things.

Is FASCINATED. He starts sending you anime openings of all of his top picks to help you find inspiration. He gifts you a rough translation app to help you write lyrics, sets up an iron-clad account for you to upload your new covers. He's stanning and barely realizes it.

Malleus

Heard you singing at night while he was coming to visit. It was an old Celtic song, soft and slow, and he was mesmerized. Asks you so astonished where you heard such a melody, it was deeply fae in nature and he was a little concerned under his amazement.

You tell him your family loved Celtic music and played it often together. You felt homesick and just thought of singing your favorite song to ease yourself. Malleus compliments you, but also warns you to not do this during full moons. He will, but he'd rather not have to destroy a wandering fae that thinks to steal you for your voice.

You now have a permanent audience of one. He will show up every night now to sit beside you and listen to your singing. He even learns a few songs to sing with you. Was there a night where it felt like someone was watching you sing? Yes. Did Malleus send a literal lightning strike into that bush? Also yes.

[dollfacefantasy]

Can't Help It

pairing: dbf!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: your dad's coworker needs a housesitter, but the house isn't the only thing you'll be sitting on (haha pls laugh)

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, masturbation, oral (m receiving), age gap (i imagine early 20s/late 30s), both reader and leon are kinda pervy but not in a skeevy way <3

word count: 5.3k

a/n: hi hi i am back! this was such a pain to write for no reason, but as always, i hope people enjoy. i'm not sure what trope this really falls under, it's probably more accurate to say dcw (dad's coworker), but we'll go with dbf for convenience. i might make a part 2 of this idk. also, i know the header images are really giving graphic design is my passion but... it is what is lol. as before, thank you for all the support on my last fics. if you reblogged or commented, i'm giving you a smooch rn. and just wanna say that i do take requests. if anyone is interested, don't be shy ;) any who, feedback, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! <3

When your dad’s new coworker asked if you’d be interested in housesitting for some easy money, you couldn’t find a reason to say no. Agent Kennedy, like your father, traveled for work a lot. Often gone for weeks at a time, he needed someone to watch the place and take care of menial tasks like getting the mail and watering the plants. It paid well and all you had to do was basically live in his house.

You had met him several times in passing before he offered you this job, and he was always nice to you. He would say hi when you’d come down for a snack while he talked to your dad in the living room. He’d ask how college was and about the different classes you were taking. One time he even told you about some old band he liked that he thought you would too. And that was all great.

But what was even better was that he was fine as fuck.

You had a fat crush on him from the moment you were introduced. The way his eyes pierced right through you but in the softest way. How his lips curled into a knowing smile while his hand gripped yours in a firm shake. The way he said “pretty name for a pretty girl” when you told him your name. From any other middle-aged man, that would have been so corny and had you internally shriveling up. But from him… you had to fight the urge to get on your knees then and there.

He’d approached you about watching his house, saying something about how there had been some nearby break-ins in empty houses and it would be a good way for you to get some spending money and blah blah blah. You were on board as soon as the opportunity to have more of him in your life presented itself.

Unfortunately, it was the nature of housesitting that you rarely saw your employer. You would see him when you showed up and when he came home and that was it. But those moments were enough to sustain your delusion.

The first time you came over, you walked into the house, glancing around the den of the man who enraptured you. It was pretty basic, but you figured that not being home a lot would be the reason for that. When you were done trying to psychoanalyze him from looking around his house, he gave you your own set of keys with a wink that had you blushing an embarrassing amount.

“Thank you, Mr. Kennedy,” you said softly.

“Call me Leon, Sweetheart,” he replied.

You had to look away to conceal your giddy smile. You didn’t think he noticed the effect he had on you. Or if he did, he didn’t care about your pitiful infatuation. But other times, you could have sworn he did this kind of thing on purpose.

Your first stint in the house went smoothly. You made sure to do everything he asked and even cleaned up the place a little bit. When he returned from wherever his work had taken him that time, he seemed impressed to your delight. He looked around, making small talk with you before writing your check.

“You get up to anything crazy while I was gone?” he said, smirking as he scribbled his signature on the small rectangle.

“Yeah, I was real wild - I brought out your vacuum for probably the first time.”

He laughed, handed you the check, and teasingly purred “good girl.” 

Now, he may have been joking, but your panties nearly soaked through with arousal regardless. You yet again hid your revealing expression as you said a timid goodbye and headed out to your car. You were shifting your thighs together the whole ride home, fantasizing about being a good girl for Agent Kennedy so he would relieve that ache between your legs that clouded your thoughts.

Honestly, all of this made you feel pretty pathetic. Lusting after your father’s coworker, now technically your boss, who was a good fifteen years older than you. Blushing and squirming every time he said something more than ‘hi.’ Weren’t you better than this? But then you’d see those thick biceps and mysterious eyes, and the answer in your mind would be a resounding no.

Because honestly, you weren’t better than this, you were so much worse. After the good girl incident, you decided that if he didn’t want you yet, he would. You would make sure of it. From then on, every time you were housesitting, you wore your most revealing outfits, did your hair all pretty, and even tried special perfume so you’d smell extra nice.

But none of it seemed to work. He kept up his regular teasing and charm, but to your dismay, he hadn’t railed you on that sad leather couch in the living room. You tried to convince yourself that his gazes lingered longer and that his touches were more strategic, but that felt like reach even for you. 

It was so frustrating. What more could you do? You touched his arm while he spoke. You laughed harder at his corny jokes. You even hugged him once or twice when you could justify it. You tried to drop hints every way you could without literally just trying to seduce him, and he did not seem to care. You nearly gave up. You decided that maybe you should just cut your losses and spare yourself the humiliation. Leave yourself with some dignity and resign to just being his housesitter.

You would have done this if not for the fact that he lets you sleep in his bed while he’s gone.

His house was meant for one person. It didn’t have a guest room. He told you on your first gig that you were obviously allowed to sleep in his bed since the alternative was the aforementioned sad leather couch in the living room. He told you to bring whatever you needed to be comfortable - sheets, blankets, pillows - since you’d be there for weeks at a time.

At first, it was too weird. It made you feel dirty, sleeping in his bed while harboring your secret carnal desires. But goddamn, that couch in the living room was uncomfortable. You stuck it out for the first time, but the second time you housesat, you relented and dragged your belongings back to the room you’d forbidden yourself from knowing. 

His bedroom, like the rest of the house, is pretty blank, but there’s a little more personality here. It made you feel like such a stalker, but you couldn’t help making observations, right? You got to see the type of cologne he wore, the few dusty books he kept next to his bed, what kind of stuff he crammed in the nightstand drawers. It sounded creepy, but you just had curiosity, right?

You set yourself up in his queen size bed, draping the plush blanket you brought with you across the mattress. The bed was comfy enough, but the absolute best part, the part that kept your fantasies alive and well, was the way the sheets smelled like him.

You nearly moaned when you took a deep breath, filling your nose with that familiar scent. It gave you such a rush pushing your face into those smooth gray linens. It was so wrong, but you couldn’t help shamefully slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts to play with your swollen clit. You clutch the sheets in your fists as you writhe on the bed, whining as you fantasize about your special agent.

Leon had gone years leaving his house desolate without an issue. All that nonsense about potential burglaries and spending money for you had been total bullshit. It’s not like there was anything of value in his house anyway. Those excuses served only as a way to get more of you in his life. He thought housesitting was a happy middleground, a tether to you without being obvious about his motivations.

Ever since he saw you for the first time, heading out your front door, offering a timid ‘nice to meet you,’ he had been hooked. You bewitched him with your sweet temperament, that soft laugh when he told you bad jokes, those gorgeous eyes projecting all the emotions in that pretty head of yours. God, you were so fucking cute.

You made him feel like a dirty old man, sick and perverted for coveting his colleague’s daughter. The embarrassment he felt within himself when he’d notice he was staring at your tits or imagining how your soft lips would look wrapped around his cock was immeasurable. Even though the guilt boiled inside him, he couldn’t stop himself. He craved you. He started finding more opportunities to visit your house, hoping he could steal a few moments of your time. That’s when he knew enough was enough.

Having you as his house sitter worked perfectly. He could have his moments with you without feeling too disgusted with himself. Even though he liked to tease every so often, he kept it friendly. He noticed that you, on the other hand, seemed to be doing everything to change that.

He wasn’t a fool. He could see the changes in your appearance. Those skimpy outfits you’d flaunt yourself in drove him crazy. The way you’d playfully roll your eyes and brush his arm had his cock twitching in his pants. It was becoming all the more tempting to spread you out on the dining table and take what he wanted. But he still wrestled with that part of himself that said to not take it too far. That you deserved better.

That was until you started sleeping in his bed.

He had come home after your second gig, given you your check, and sent you on your way quickly because he was exhausted from his mission. He went straight to his room and collapsed on the bed. He could tell the sheets had been freshly washed by the soft feel, but also because you were always going above and beyond to please him. Despite the recent cleaning, he swore to himself he could smell some of your perfume on them.

He looked like a madman, smelling his bed sheets for the faintest hit of that scent. He groaned, picturing you lying here, your beautiful body sprawled out on his bed. He inhaled deeper while conjuring images of your unkempt hair and sleepy eyes. It wasn’t long until his dick sprung to life as he saw images of you with one of his pillows between your legs, whimpering as you drag your dripping cunt back and forth along the fabric. He couldn’t help the need to desperately pump his cock to sinful visions of his precious girl.

This morning it’s about six when Leon unlocks the front door and quietly walks inside. He completed his mission hours before. He was tired, but it had been short, only about a week, and relatively easy. He told you he would be home in the evening, but he’d finished earlier than expected.

He trudges through the house and down the hall to his bedroom, collapsing in bed at the forefront of his mind. It’s not until he reaches the door and hears your deep breathing that it occurs to him that his bed is currently occupied. He gently pushes the door open and walks in, planning on rousing you so you could get your money and be on your way. When he sees you though, that plan vanishes from his mind.

The sight of you nearly melts him into a puddle. He pads closer to the bed, careful not to disturb you. Your shiny hair is draped across the pillow as you lie on your stomach with one leg hiked up. Your arms rest close to your face, their raised position causing your t-shirt to ride up and allowing him to see your waist. The blanket was tangled between your legs, and his eyes are immediately drawn to the junction of your thighs covered only by those thin panties you wore.

Despite your beauty, he controls himself. He pulls the blanket over your lower body and sits beside you to contemplate his next move. He came up with a few different things he could do, but all he wanted right now was to watch you sleep. He felt like such a creep, but you looked heavenly in this state. His ears strained to hear those delicate exhales coming from your parted lips.

He could just go sleep on the couch until you woke up. He could just wake you up and offer to let you stay until you had your bearings. Or he could just let himself enjoy this a little more.

He wanted to wake you though. He wasn’t fully sure of what he was doing, but if there was any part of you that had reservations he wanted to know. It would rip his heart to shreds if he frightened you somehow. He begins rubbing your back in long soothing strokes. He makes small circles with his fingers every so often. You stir a little, but don’t wake.

He continues his ministrations, smiling at your sleeping form. He uses his other hand to brush your hair from your face. He strokes the locks away from your closed eyes before leaning closer to you. He can smell that familiar scent that had driven him to humping the sheets for the last few months.

“Hey Angel, need you to wake up for me,” he coos in your ear, his hot breath fanning across the side of your head.

It slowly registers inside your unconscious mind that you aren’t dreaming. Actual fingers are coasting along your back. An actual voice is coaxing you back to reality.

A low hum emits from your throat as you shift to face the source of your disturbance. Your eyes open, still heavy from sleep, and Leon enters your field of vision. For a second, you wonder if you’re still dreaming.

“There she is,” he whispers, giving you that charming smile. He runs his fingers along your jaw and tilts your chin to turn your face completely in his direction.

You feel your brain malfunctioning as he floods your senses. The morning light coming through the window illuminating him as he looks down at you. The deep timbre of his voice speaking to you. His rough fingertips dragging across the smooth expanse of your cheek.

Soon as your eyes come into focus and your mind clears the fog of sleep a little, you grasp enough of the situation to feel a jolt of panic. It felt like you woke up late for school. You shoot up in bed and look at him with wide, apologetic eyes.

“Oh my God, Leon, I’m so sorry. I thought you wouldn’t be back until tonight. I’ll be ready in a minute. Just-” you ramble. You go to fling the blanket off of you, but remember you didn’t wear shorts to bed. You have to sit there, looking at him as you feel heat creeping to your cheeks.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he cuts you off with a quiet chuckle, gently catching your arm when you sit up, “I finished a little early. You don’t need to rush out the door. I figured you’d still be asleep.”

The look in his eyes soothes you. He has that rugged, worn out look that he gets when he comes back from missions. Your heart rate falls back down to normal levels, but your eyes still cast downwards, a little embarrassed he’d caught you unprepared. His fingers trail up and down your arm, and you shift a little to try and hide the fact that your nipples are hardening beneath the flimsy fabric of your shirt.

“Thank you. I’ll be up in a few though. I know you’re probably tired,” you say, giving him a sheepish smile.

He moves so that he’s further on the bed with you. He lays back on the pillows and looks up at you, rubbing your back how he was before you woke up. 

“Mmmm, I am, but you still don’t need to rush. I’m not gonna complain about a sweet thing like you warming my bed,” he says, that teasing smile spreading across his face and his fingers starting to trace patterns exclusively on the small of your back.

Your eyes flit away as your own smile grows on your face. How were you supposed to be normal about this? You look down at your hands in your lap and mutter a thank you.

“Honey, you really don’t need to be so shy all of the sudden,” he says softly, but there’s a smug lilt to his voice as well. You bite your lip as his hand begins fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

He can’t help the smirk and predator-like glint in his eyes that form at your reaction. This was it. That little smile and refusal to meet his eyes was all he could stand. He was closing in now. The flirtation between you two had gone on long enough. He wanted this, and if you wanted it too, his mind couldn’t find a reason to deny the two of you any longer.

“Sweetheart, if you have something to tell me, you can come out and say it. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to,” he says as he reaches up to pull your hair behind your shoulder and out of your face, “And, lately I’m starting to think that’s what you want.”

You look over to him now, your eyes staring into his. Your limbs feel weak, disbelief coursing through your veins. Your thoughts stampede through your mind, but you eventually force the words from your throat.

“I think I want that too,” you breathe. Your heart seizes at his brows playfully rising. You lay down on the bed, resting on your side so that you and Leon are face to face. Your pulse thunders in your ears while you try to conceal how shaky your breathing is.

He scooches over to you, pushing you on to your back and propping himself on his elbow so he’s positioned above you. He leans down and presses two faint kisses to your cheeks. Pulling back, he looks into your eyes and strokes your cheek again with the same soft and slow movements.

“Think, babydoll? I think you know what you want,” he whispers, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip, “I think you’ve known for a while. Wearing all those cute little outfits, prancing through my house and brushing against me like a kitten. You were just begging for my attention.”

You squirm slightly under the spotlight of his affection. Somehow, you maintain eye contact even though every cell in you feels the urge to look away. Part of your mind wonders if he’s still teasing. If he’s about to pull away and leave you wanting.

Before you could overthink anymore, his head lowers to the crook of your neck. He takes a deep breath of you as he moves himself further on top. 

“Now, you’ve got it, but all you had to do, sweet thing, was ask,” he says as his mouth ghosts over your neck, “That’s all you have to do right now. Just want to hear that you want me as bad as I want you.”

“Yes,” you whimper without a second thought, “Please touch me.”

“That’s my good girl,” he hums as he begins kissing your neck. The kisses are soft. They’re barely there, but they’re overwhelming to you. You can’t help the pathetic sound that leaves your lips as you tilt your head back. The hand that had been touching your face trails down to your waist and begins caressing your side under your shirt.

His tongue gently laps against the skin of your neck between kisses. Your whole body is starting to heat up while simultaneously getting chills. Every inch of you aches for his touch. Your thighs subconsciously spread as your breathing becomes heavier.

Leon lets out a small laugh at your display. “You must really want this Baby. Just a few kisses and rubs and you’re already mine,” he murmurs as his lips move up your neck and down your jaw. He kisses your lips next, giving your bottom lip a little nip.

Another needy sound escapes your mouth. You return the kiss and flick your tongue against his lips. “I do, wanted this since I met you,” you moan, your body writhing for more.

“Naughty girl,” he teases against your lips, “That’s okay though, Angel. I’m the same way. Wanted a handful of these pretty tits since I saw you.” His hand moves up and kneads your breast. His fingers massage the flesh before centering and pinching your nipple. 

You whine and arch into his touch. Your eyes flutter as your face contorts with desire. He slides over you, straddling your waist. He stares down at you and takes in what was finally in his grasp. He coos for you to sit up a little while he pulls your shirt off of you. You comply and then flop back against the pillows. Now exposed from the waist up, his eyes feel even more intense. He’s locked on to the view of your tits.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” he mutters, “Even better than I imagined.” His hands cup the sides of your breasts, groping them a bit. You can now see his cock beginning to strain against his jeans. Your mouth waters at the sight, but it’s gone when he leans down to take a nipple into his mouth.

His tongue circles the peak before lapping against it, drawing more whines from you. Your body arches into his touch while his hands never let up their fondling. You take your lip between your teeth again. He moves to give the other nipple the same treatment, leaving the other one cold as the air touches the saliva-coated skin.

He plays with your breasts for a while more before drifting down your abdomen, lavishing your stomach with kisses. He squeezes your waist as he playfully tugs the hem of your panties with his teeth. He looks up at you deviously. “Your nipples were so hard, I bet your pussy’s fucking soaked for me.”

All you can do is nod, any verbal response tangled up in your esophagus. He leans back on his knees and swiftly pulls the garment off. His pupils seem blown out as he gets a look at your cunt. He pushes your thighs to your stomach, spreading you out for his gaze. You felt so exposed, at his mercy as he held you there and just looked at you. Your arms reach down and pull at the hem of his shirt.

“Wanna see you too,” you whimper with pleading eyes.

“Yeah?” he says with a soft smile. He leans back and pulls his shirt off. It takes everything in you to hold back a gasp. “Been fantasizing about me, have you?”

Your eyes rake along his chiseled abdomen, drinking in every line and shadow of his muscular frame. You reach out and pull him back on top of you. His grin grows, and he indulges you. You connect your mouths again, this time sliding your tongue inside his. He groans at your sudden eagerness. He runs his hand through your hair while you feel up his back, exploring the definition there.

You give him a little push, signaling that you want to roll over. His body flips over and takes you with him so that you’re positioned how you wanted. You make out for a minute more until you pull back, looking at him with your lustful eyes and swollen lips.

“Wanna suck your cock,” you say simply, sliding down his body so that you’re lying between his legs. You nuzzle against the bulge in his pants before unzipping them and tugging them down.

His eyes follow your every movement. He pets your head as you rub your face against the outline of his dick. He tilts his head back and lets out a sigh. 

“That’s a good girl, just gotta give you some love and then you loosen up, don’t you?” he coos.

“Mhm,” you hum. You kiss his solid length over the cloth of his boxers. Then, finally, what you had been waiting for since meeting Leon. You loop your fingers over the waistband of his underwear and pull them down, unveiling his beautiful cock.

You wrap your fingers around it, just an exploratory touch. You feel the veins in your hold and the heat radiating from his shaft. You slowly bring your head to the tip to give him some tiny licks. Your eyes dart to his face, looking for approval.

Leon’s chest ached from the way you were looking at him like he was a god. When your tongue sticks out and your eyes return his stare, he nods at you and keeps stroking your hair. Your lips soon wrap around the tip, and you bob your head a little. He groans and his hips twitch.

“That’s a good girl, baby. Good fucking girl,” he moans as your head slides further down his member. His fingers lace through your hair, pulling a little.

The praise only makes you more enthusiastic. You move up and down with more speed, making lewd slurping noises as you work. His hand on your head and his sounds of pleasure has heat collecting in your belly, leaking out of your dripping pussy.

His head rests against the head board as he watches you with half-open eyes. His eyes squeeze shut and his body tenses as you push your head all the way down, taking him into your throat. Spit trickles from your mouth and drips on to his pelvis.

“Fuck, Sweetheart,” he whimpers, tugging on your hair a little. You taste his pre cum leaking on your tongue. A gagging noise comes from you and his hips twitch harder. He barely restrains himself from bucking up and lodging himself deeper in your throat. You moan around his cock, driving him even crazier. He feels the rush of an orgasm approaching and tugs your hair with more firmness, guiding your head up and off his lap. You whine softly as you lose the taste of him.

“Sorry, pretty girl, don’t wanna cum just yet,” he says.

You crawl back up his body, so you’re in his arms again. You kiss his cheeks and the corners of his mouth as he rolls the two of you over so he’s on top again. He connects your lips in a deep kiss, tasting himself on you as he drags the tip of his cock through your slippery folds.

He doesn’t tease for long though. Soon enough, he’s pushing himself into your tight cunt. You both let out a symphony of sinful noises. Leon watches as your face contorts with pleasure as he stretches you out. You both felt a budding sense of satisfaction after finally receiving what you craved for the last several months.

He bottoms out inside of you. His head falls forward against your neck. He pants as he holds himself together and lets you adjust, keeping an iron grip on your hips. Your fluttering around him as you accommodate his girth. Your nails lightly dig into his back while you cling to him.

He begins thrusting with slow and deep strokes. You moan out his name a few times with a variety of expletives. He keeps his face buried in your neck, grunting as he feels the velvety sensation of your walls around his length. His motions become more fluid as he finds a rhythm with you.

“That’s right Angel, better than your dreams?” he murmurs against your neck.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” you whimper, “So much better. Think your cock was made for me.”

“That so, Baby? I’m made to fill up a precious girl like you? Keep you happy and full of cum,” he growls into your neck, his thrusts gaining intensity.

You nod thoughtlessly as he continues battering your insides, gliding over your sweet spot repeatedly.Your arms wrap tighter around him as you feel yourself getting dragged closer and closer to the edge. Your noises become more strained as Leon lays sloppy kisses on the side of your head.

He hooks his arms underneath your knees and brings your thighs up to your abdomen again. His arm loops around and thumbs your clit as he slams himself in and out. Your back arches and you squirm from the rush of white hot pleasure. You’re right there, not able to hold on for much longer.

“I’m gonna have you so full of my cum today, it’s gonna be dripping out of you still the next time you’re here,” he grunts into your ear, “Make sure your pussy remembers me till I can fill her again.”

His vulgar words rip a high pitched moan from your throat and cause your eyes to roll back. “Fuck, Leon, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper.

“Go ahead, sweet girl. Squeeze me nice and tight,” he moans, his own voice getting strained.

You do as he says. The orgasm overtakes you. You release a strangled cry as your body rhythmically rolls into the feeling. Your pussy clamps around Leon tight, sucking him deep and keeping the attention on that blissful spot. The thrill of satisfaction rushing through your mind only works you further. Your eyes flutter and your lips part as you completely let go.

As he watches you cum, he notes that it might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The sight of your gorgeous body writhing and trembling because of him. The primal sounds of your moans and cries. It’s too much for him. He growls and grunts into your neck, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He snaps even harder into you and floods you with his sticky, hot cum.

You both ride the waves of euphoria together until you both start coming down. He basically collapses on you as he catches his breath and you wipe the sweat from your brow. After a minute, he pushes himself off of you and flat on to the bed next to you. He gazes at the ceiling as his chest continues to rise and fall with the need for more oxygen.

You sit up slowly, realizing he probably wants you gone now. Like he said, you feel his cum leaking out of you as you move to grab your panties from the corner of his bed. This is how you expected it to be, but it still hurt a little. Nothing you couldn’t handle though. Your pulling them back on when your snapped out of your thoughts by Leon’s arm around your waist, dragging you to him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks teasingly, spooning you and softly kissing beneath your ear, “You got what you wanted and now you’re running out?”

“Oh, uhhh… I thought you’d want me to leave,” you say quietly.

He guides your face so you’re looking at him. His eyes are still soft but more serious. “You think I would just fuck you and then throw you out on your ass? You’ve been sleeping in my bed for months, but you don’t know me as well as you think,” he says and kisses your nose, “You don’t have anywhere to be today, yeah? You thought you’d be here till later anyway.”

You nod in agreement, your eyes casting down with some embarrassment over your assumption.

“Hey, don’t get all shy on me now. There’s no reason for it,” he teases, “We have all day for me to show you how I want to take care of you. Just give me a moment, I’m not as young as I use to be.”

[flwrkid14]

omg what about rockstar Danny who has this huge concert and the Wayne family gets tickets so they all go but Danny and Tim have been dating for a few months and Danny was able to break all of Tim’s walls. So we have a petty and pissed off danny who thinks Tim should abandon the bat family and join Team Phantom. In his last song for the night he plays “Cupid’s Chokehold” by Gym class heroes and reveals their relationship when it gets to “Take a look at my girlfriend” at 1:07 and batfamily is just shocked. Anyways no pressure, just thought it’d be a fun ask. Take your time and prioritize yourself!

hi anon! tysm for the ask <3 and wow this is such a brilliant idea! though it was a little tricky to convey in writing.. but I hope you like it!

The Wayne family gets tickets to the concert of the year—Danny Fenton, rockstar enigma, the ghostlight darling of the music world, is performing live in Gotham.

He’s known for a few things. One: his stage presence is unearthly. Two: he’s never once done an interview. Three: every song he writes sounds like it was bled out of someone’s soul.

(And Four: no one really knows who his music is about. The love songs, the heartbreak, the fury—it’s all so personal and yet so vague. A mystery Gotham’s tabloids would kill to solve.)

So when Bruce hands out the tickets, it’s treated like a normal outing. A night off. A nice show.

Tim doesn’t say much. Just, “Yeah. Sounds good.”

And for most of the show, it is good.

Danny is electrifying. His voice hits like a tidal wave and his lyrics—god, the lyrics. Furious things wrapped in velvet; love songs that ache like broken ribs. Songs about being pushed aside. Being invisible. Giving and giving until there’s nothing left.

Cass tilts her head, listening harder. Dick glances at Tim, who’s sitting very, very still. Bruce doesn’t notice anything yet—too distracted by the crowd. Jason is squinting at Danny like he’s seen a ghost.

And then it starts.

The final song.

A new one. Unreleased.

“I wasn’t gonna play this one,” Danny says, voice sharp with something bitter under the surface. “But I think I changed my mind.”

He nods at the band. They start playing.

The melody is upbeat—light, familiar. It’s Cupid’s Chokehold. People cheer. Some move to the melody.

And then—

Take a look at my girlfriend… She’s the only one I got…

Danny’s eyes flicker, sharp and glowing. His smile twists.

Not much of a girlfriend— I never seem to get a lot…

He stops singing for just a beat. Lets the music carry. Lets the tension build.

Then, clear as a bell:

Take a look at my boyfriend—

Spotlight.

It slams onto the VIP balcony. Onto Tim. Who freezes like a deer in the headlights.

He’s the only one I got.

The entire arena goes silent for half a second.

And then it erupts.

People are screaming. Phones come out. Tim is suddenly the most photographed man in Gotham. Jason shouts. Dick physically chokes on air. Steph screams “I KNEW IT!” while Cass just beams.

And Bruce? Bruce is staring at the stage like the math isn't mathing.

Danny doesn’t stop. He leans in.

He sings the rest of the song with so much love it’s almost cruel—every lyric like a thread being pulled.

He rewrites a few lines on the fly, just subtle enough:

She gets out when she wants ‘cause she’s strong like that He doesn’t need a cape, doesn’t need a mask— He’s already saved me just by being who he is.

And it’s not just a love song.

It’s a declaration. A confession. And, if you’re listening closely, an accusation.

Because every heartbreak song that came before it—the ones filled with rage and soft, splintering grief—suddenly make sense.

They weren’t just about some vague lost lover.

They were about Tim. And the family that never really saw him.

All that fury? That loneliness? That ache that threaded Danny’s albums?

It was theirs. Their behavior, their neglect, their silence. Turned into art. Turned into fire.

And Danny—Danny Fenton, whose voice can shake the world—just handed it back to them, live onstage, with a kiss blown to the boy sitting under the spotlight.

Tim covers his face with one hand. He’s laughing and crying and blushing hard.

Danny’s last note rings out, final and sharp. And the lights go out.

Backstage, later:

Tim shoves into Danny’s dressing room like a man possessed. “What was that?”

Danny’s taking off his mic pack, cool as ever. “Soft launch,” he says. “Or maybe the opposite.”

“You just outed us to the whole city.”

Danny shrugs. “They deserved to know.”

Tim sighs. Collapses into him. “You’re impossible.”

Danny kisses his temple. “You’re mine.”

And Tim—who clings to Danny like he was stitched into him—doesn’t disagree. He just holds on tighter.

Because the bats might be his family, sure.

But Danny? Danny’s home.

[hellfirenacht]

Anomaly Part 3

Summary: You can talk to anyone in school with no problem. At least, anyone who’s not named Eddie Munson.

Tags: Anxious-ish!Reader but not shy, one sided pining, no use of y/n, fem!reader, one sided enemies to lovers, fem!reader

2.4k Words

Part 1, Part 2, Master List

Miles Cooper was still at school the following week, which meant that he was given no consequences for what had happened to you or for blaming Eddie. 

Eddie couldn’t even say he was surprised by this point. If Eddie really had been the one to trip you up, he was sure he’d get suspended or even expelled. It was so close to the end of the year and he could feel that Higgins was looking for any reason to keep him from walking across that stage to get his diploma. 

You hadn’t shown up on Monday. Not that it mattered to Eddie either way, you two didn’t even know each other. But you had cleared his name. That was the thought that kept buzzing around his brain like a mosquito that he just couldn’t swat. Despite the glares and the snide remarks, you had gone out of your way to make sure that he didn’t get in trouble for something he didn’t do, which is more than what he could say for a lot of people at this school.

He had to give you credit for that at least. Not many people outside of his small friend circle would stick up for him like that. 

With work and band practice, it was easy to forget about you until Wednesday when you showed up to English class with a thick white cast around your wrist and arm. Shit, your fall really had done a number on you. You were struggling with juggling your books and they fell off your desk with a clatter, and you thanked the girl next to you for helping you pick them up. 

Eddie would like to think he was above eavesdropping and gossip, but he’d be wrong. 

“What happened?” The girl- Sarah- asked. 

“I face planted on the bleachers at the pep rally.” you said, taking your seat again. “One minute I was trying to get down, and the next I’m getting elbowed and my arm hurt.” 

“I heard someone pushed you” 

Eddie heard that emphasis on someone and gripped his pencil, hearing the subtle sound of wood splintering against his thumb. This was not the time to make a scene. 

“No one pushed me. Miles elbowed me and I fell.” you said firmly. 

You were still defending him, Eddie wasn’t sure how to feel. 

“If you’re gonna spread rumors, could you do me a favor and make it sound more interesting?” You continued, “Like, start telling people that I dived off the bleachers to distract everyone that Miles shit himself.”

Eddie snorted loudly before he could stop himself. He slammed his hand pencil down on the table and covered his mouth. Dammit, why did you have to be funny?

Sarah laughed, much less obnoxiously and agreed before asking to sign your cast. You must be covered in signatures now, as you seemed to be friends with everyone. 

Everyone except him. 

Not that it mattered. 

It was nice and all that you saved him from getting in trouble, but it’s not like you two were ever going to be friends, no matter how funny you were. 

Class started and Eddie spent the rest of class doodling and barely paying attention to the teacher. This was usually how his school days went. Yeah, he had been trying harder in the past two years to graduate and pass his classes but some days his brain just refused to focus on anything important. 

The bell rang and Eddie took his sweet time getting his things together. Next period was his favorite- lunch. 

“Shit.” He heard you mumble as you tried to wrangle your books with one arm. He knew there was a rule about not being allowed to carry around a backpack but, shit, Eddie would have thought you’d get some help. Shouldn’t one of those many signatures be offering to carry your books? 

Obviously not, as you finally managed to tuck your notebook under your arm. You looked flustered, and hot in the face. Your brows were furrowed in concentration and you finally let out a loud groan as your papers went flying everywhere as students for the next class started coming in. 

It was pathetic, and Eddie couldn’t exactly leave you stranded. You cleared his name, so at least he could try and help you out right now. Maybe he’d even figure out what your problem with him was. 

“Here.” Eddie said and grabbed the papers closest to him and picked up your binder before you could stop him. 

Normally when Eddie looked at you, you’d turn your nose up at him and look away. This time, he found himself giving you direct eye contact. Your eyes were wide with surprise that he had stepped in to help, followed by more frustration. 

“Thanks.” you said shortly. 

“Need help getting to the lunch room?” Eddie asked. He’d wait for you to say no, to tell him to get out of your face, and he can walk away with a clear conscience that at least he tried. 

You were staring at him as if he were some sort of alien who had just asked you why the sky wasn’t orange. Yeah ok, he could take the hint. 

“Yes.” 

The word sounded choked out, as if the single syllable was a struggle to say. But you had said it, and Eddie was a man of his word, even though he hadn’t promised you anything. 

Eddie stacked your notebook and binder on top of his. You were still staring at him as if you couldn’t believe he was talking to you. Eddie couldn’t really believe it himself. 

He’d do this small favor for you as a thanks, and then you two could go back to ignoring each other. 

“Lead the way.” He said, offering up his best impression of his dad’s smile. If he was lucky (which Eddie never was) then maybe some of his dad’s Munson Magic might rub off on him enough so that you’d at least relax a little. 

You only nodded and led him out of the classroom. 

You didn’t like the cast and it’s off-putting stark white bandages. You wanted to choose a different color- maybe red or black or even that weird obnoxious toxic green that was offered to you. But your mom decided that white would be better because it would make it easier to sign, so white it was. 

Your parents at least took pity on you Monday, letting you stay home to wallow in embarrassment that you had broken your wrist and fractured your arm in front of all of your classmates. Tuesday they released you back to school, but you had instead skipped getting on the bus (because you could not drive one-handed) and played hooky at the local library. It’s not like anyone would care that someone your age was skipping school. 

Wednesday came, and you forced yourself onto the bus, the first time you had used it since moving to Hawkins. The ride was bumpy and long, and your walkman ran out of batteries halfway to school. 

It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. A few people came up and signed your cast, some asking what happened. You just told them the same thing, that Miles elbowed you and you fell. It wasn’t as exciting as the idea of the school Freak attacking you, but you weren’t about to get Eddie involved in something that he had nothing to do with. You were just going to ignore the fact that Eddie had been the reason you were heading in that direction anyway. 

English class rolled around, and you spent most of it poking the inside of your cast with your pencil, trying to scratch an itch that just wouldn’t go away. It was bad enough that you had fucked up your dominant arm, but this was actually Hell. 

When the bell rang, everyone else seemed to be in a huge rush to get out of the classroom. Everyone but Eddie. Obviously. Because of course the one person you were trying to avoid was now slinking around you. 

Your long weekend, you had done your best to try and not think about him. You could handle falling in front of everyone else in school, but with Eddie it was different. Your stomach twisted as you remembered how he had yelled as you fell next to him and how he had looked at you as you had ignored your stinging arm as you ran out of the gym to clear his name. 

It was bad enough he had heard you make a poor joke out of context, you weren’t going to throw him under the bus either. 

“Need help getting to the lunch room?”

Your face was already hot with the embarrassment of not being able to carry your own books. Your backpack had ripped the second you got off the bus, and you lost your math homework to a puddle. You hated that he was still here to begin with, was breaking your wrist already not enough pain and suffering? 

You were staring at him. Fuck- dammit- shit say something back-

“Yes.” 

The word almost got stuck in your throat. The only reason it came out was that as painful and embarrassing as this moment was, what Stacy would do to you if she found out you said no would be far worse. 

Eddie dropped your books on top of his, and gave you a smile that looked so forced that you couldn’t stand to look at him. Was this being done just out of pity? You’d run for the hills if he wasn’t holding you binder hostage. 

You led him through the hallway, and towards your locker. “I need to put some things up.” you said, and he followed you. 

The hallway was already mostly clear, and so no one seemed to pay you much mind. You weren’t sure what the rumor mill would churn out with Eddie carrying your books, but did it even matter? Two more months and you’d be out of this school and none of these people would matter. 

No one except the young man following behind you. 

Eddie dutifully held your books as you put them away. The door to your locker stopped you from seeing his face, which seemed like the perfect time to take the foot out of your mouth that had been there since the pep rally. 

“...I’m... uh... I’m sorry for what I said on Friday.” you started, pretending to rifle through a folder. “About you being in a cult. It was a stupid joke and I shouldn’t have said it.”

Eddie was quiet for a moment, and you felt your whole body tense up as you waited for him to say anything. 

“Yeah we uh.. We aren’t big on sacrificing in Hellfire.” he said carefully. “Had to stop that with the club budget cuts.” 

You had to bite the inside of your cheek and close your eyes tight to keep from laughing. You covered it up with a cough. “Yeah uh... sounds like that’d be a lot of paperwork.” 

You took a slow and deep breath before closing your locker to look at him. He was smiling at you, a far less forced one than before. It was almost the same smile he gave his friends when he didn’t know you were looking. 

It wasn’t much, but it didn’t stop the butterflies from exploding in your chest. You should see a doctor about that. 

“Oh yeah, tons.” Eddie said. “And with all the letters we get about our club being associated with the Devil it was just a bureaucratic headache.”

I know that if I could just talk to him one then I’d be fine. You had told yourself that every single day since these pesky little feelings emerged. Maybe you had been right. The two of you made your way to the cafeteria. 

“You’re just some nerds playing with dice.” you said, and realize that could be taken the wrong way. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I’ve also... played board games.” 

God you were acting like a total airhead. Board games? Really? You were acting like your brain was broken rather than your wrist. 

You felt Eddie’s eyes on you, and saw how he also looked unsure about your answer. Whatever was going through his head, he brushed aside. 

“I should also thank you for clearing my name.” he said, changing the subject. “You came running out of the gym and saved my ass.” 

“I wasn’t going to let someone get in trouble just because I fell!” It was the most assured thing you had ever said to Eddie.

“Well, either way I’d say you’re my hero.” Eddie said. “I’m pretty sure if you hadn’t come running to my rescue I’d probably be expelled by now, and then who would be around to corrupt the youth of Hawkins?” 

Hero. Eddie called you his hero. You felt your body buzzing with an energy that you were not in a place to use. 

You two were in the cafeteria now, and you led Eddie over to where Stacy was sitting. Stacy, being the queen of subtlety that she was, was openly gawking at the sight of the two of you together. 

She was giving you a look, and that look said that the second that Eddie was out of earshot you would be giving her a play by play of every single second of this interaction. 

Eddie dropped your books on the table by Stacy.

“Hi, Eddie!” she said in a perky voice. You wanted to kick her, and shot her a warning look which she ignored. “Will you be dining with us today?” 

You wanted to rip your hair out. 

“As much as I would love to spend my lunch period with you two ladies, I’m afraid my freshmen wouldn’t survive out there in the wild without me.” Eddie gave a dramatic bow. 

“Thank you. For helping me.” you said stiffly. Being on the receiving end of Eddie’s theatrics was making your brain blow a fuse. 

Eddie gave you a nod and sauntered off to his usual table where he was immediately hounded by his friends for being seen with you. You wondered what they were thinking. Did you look weird next to Eddie? Were they judging you for not being part of their group?

“Stop drooling.” Stacy said. “Talk.”

I have never broken a bone and have done minimal googling.

Also these chapters are getting longer dammit. This is supposed to be the easy stuff to wright UGH. Also tell me if there's something you wanna see with this, because I'm winging it like I do with all my writing lol

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[obey-me-hoe]

OK SO..

How do you think Mammon would propose to MC?

I HAVE THIS QUESTION ALL OVER MY HEAD RN

Mammon's proposal

Mammon x GN!MC

Author's Note: Thank you so much for the ask! I had a lot of fun with this! Been dreaming of the day that Mammon proposes to me 🤭

He would absolutely plan out an extravagant proposal. I'm talking fireworks, live band, hundreds of roses, rent out a whole amusement park type shit. Mans will happily spend a pretty penny on his proposal to MC. Even then he might not think it's enough to fully express to MC how much they mean to him but if he spends any more money Lucifer will surely hang him from the ceiling for an eternity. He definitely can't have that happen so he leaves his plans as is.

He carefully plans out his proposal for MONTHS (he also needed time to save up enough Grimm to cover his extravagant plans). He has the whole day planned out for the two of them. A nice morning drive along the devil's coast, a picnic on the beach for lunch, a shopping spree at all their favorite places (if they even so much as look at an item for more than a few seconds he's instantly buying it for them), a fancy dinner at a high class restaurant, and lastly having fun at an amusement park. He plans to propose on the Ferris wheel when they get to the top all while fireworks bloom in the dark devildom sky.

All of his brothers know about his plans to propose and even helped coordinate. Asmo helped pick out the ring, Beel gave suggestions on restaurants, Lucifer used his influence to secure a reservation at the booked restaurant, Levi tailor made matching outfits for the two of them (Mammon designed them), Satan used his connections to get Mammon in touch with the amusement park owner, and Belphie used his cuddly nature to secretly get MC's measurements (for the ring and the custom made outfit).

While Mammon is grateful for his brothers help it does make everything seem more real and that only makes him more nervous. The closer the day gets the more of a nervous wreck Mammon becomes.

The day finally comes and Mammon wakes up early as he is too nervous and excited to sleep. He lays in bed and stares at the ceiling going over the plans for today over and over again in his head. He can't mess this up! It's gotta be perfect for his perfect human!

Mammon's thoughts are interrupted when he hears MC stir beside him. He looks over at his love half asleep next to him. Suddenly all his worries vanish and he feels this warm feeling deep inside his chest. He gently caresses their cheek while looking at them with the softest most lovesick look in his eyes and a gentle smile.

"Marry me will ya?" He whispers almost breathlessly as if it were meant only for his ears.

"So that's why you've been acting so strange the last few weeks" MC whispers, sleep still evident in their voice. MC opens their eyes and smiles up at a shocked Mammon.

"Y-ya weren't supposed to hear that!" Mammon looks away with a deep shade of red blooming on his cheeks.

"Forget ya heard anything! The Great Mammon didn't spend all his time planning the perfect proposal just for ya to find out before the day's even started!" Mammon says with a pout.

"Forget I heard what?" MC says with a faux look of confusion.

"Exactly! That's my good human!" Mammon smiles triumphantly. MC chuckles.

The two of them continue to chat and cuddle for a while before starting their day together. The whole time both are thinking the same thing:

I'm gonna marry that idiot (affectionate) 💛

[psychickiss]

smile!

— saiki kusuo x reader (gn, 2nd pov)

— summary: Helping out Saiki has its perks—example, he smiles for a picture with you on what would look like a date to outsiders.

— notes: this was an old fic i posted from june! edited it a little and finally remembered to reup here :-)

— things: hmmmm i guess the reader's relationship with saiki is kind of romantic? but the overall dialogue and stuff is platonic :-)

— masterlist | request form

When Saiki couldn’t go to Toritsuka for help, he’d approach you.

You weren’t explicitly aware of his powers, but you’ve had your suspicions. Though, it was something you never brought up in conversation with Saiki.

Whenever you do help Saiki out, you assure him that he isn’t in debt to you. This results in Saiki going out of his way to silently pay you back. He knows your words are true, but he wasn’t okay with a good deed going unrewarded.

Additionally, you were okay with doing just about anything. Help him stay away from the sports festival? Sure, you hated it too. Join the Occult club so there’s a not-so-annoying familiar face? Why not? The club seemed like it wouldn’t be too much work.

Talk to a guy from another class for Saiki? Okay.

You weren’t the best at starting a conversation, and neither was Satou Hiroshi. Why Saiki wants to know his interests, you didn’t bother asking. It wasn’t your business.

Opening a conversation with Satou wasn’t hard at all—you figured you could just lie on the spot. “Hi, Satou. Truth be told, I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while. I want to make friends from every section, and I thought I’d talk to you.”

Satou looks up at you, surprised. “Me? But, I’m not as interesting as the other guys here... Like Toritsuka–”

You abruptly shake your head. “I’ve interacted enough with him. I’m good. But, you... You just have a calming presence, you know? Puts people at ease.”

Saiki, from afar, listens in on your conversation. You had suggested to be on call with him as you made conversation with Satou.

Listening in on your conversation with Satou was something Saiki could do without the help of technology, but you didn’t know that, so Saiki agreed. This made you one of the really few people in Saiki’s phone contacts.

You pull an empty chair near Satou and sit on it. “So, tell me, what do you like? Any favorite bands, drinks, stuff like that?”

Satou happily answers you. “One OK Rock! I love their songs! Ah, I drink a lot of peach tea, too.”

You smile at Satou. “Oh, that’s nice. Do you have any hobbies?”

“I like to read.”

You nod. Average hobby. I like to read too. Everyone likes reading to a certain degree. You then ask him, “Oh? What kind of stuff do you read?”

Satou hums. “Well, I read all kinds of books. I like to pick up a copy of Weekly Jump on Fridays; kind of a reward for getting through the week.”

“That’s so interesting...! Would you want to walk home with me later? That way, we could talk more.” You put your hand in your pocket, checking to see if your phone was still there. You proceed to stand up from the chair and put it back in its place.

Satou awkwardly laughs in response. “I’m sorry, but I have a few errands to do after school, I wouldn’t want to drag you around with me. Maybe some other time.”

You laugh back. “It’s alright. There’s no need for you to apologize! I’ll be on my way now. Good luck with class, Satou.”

“Thank you, you too.” Satou waves before walking away.

You take out your phone and hold it close to your ear. “So? Is that all?”

Saiki hums. “Yes. Thank you.”

“How are you going to get this week’s Jump? We aren’t allowed to leave schoolgrounds until classes are over.”

Saiki answers you, “I have my ways.”

You furrow your brows. “Alright... Why do you want to hang out with him, anyway? No offense, but he’s kind of... bland.”

“That’s exactly why I want to talk to him. Also, we can stop the call. I can see you walking towards me.”

You sigh and end the call, continuing your conversation with Saiki face-to-face. “Alright... And you’re sure he’ll talk to you?”

Saiki shrugs.

You reply flatly, “That’s reassuring. I’ll be at Café Mami if things go well, or not. The usual booth. I’ll just text you.”

I could use clairvoyance to find you, but that works.

...

You enter Café Mami, alone for the time being, and look for an empty booth. You spot one and head straight to it, setting your bag down. You text Saiki.

You:

Do you want coffee jelly?

Saiki:

👍🏼

You:

How’s it going with Satou?

Saiki:

I’m waiting for him by the gate. I have a copy of this week’s Jump with me, and I bought peach tea from the cafeteria.

You:

Okay. This means you’ll be going to Café Mami though, right?

Saiki:

I’m just going for the coffee jelly.

You smile at his message before closing your phone. Keep telling yourself that, Saiki.

The manager approaches you and takes your order; you order something for yourself, and two cups of coffee jelly for Saiki. One for him to eat here, and...

“The other coffee jelly is to-go, thank you.”

You open your phone again and search up the band Satou mentiond, One OK Rock. You rummage your bag for your earphones, but to your dismay, you couldn’t find it.

You quietly sigh to yourself. I guess... I’ll listen with my phone really close to my ear. God, I hope no one hears.

You choose a song and pleasantly listen to it. This actually isn’t so bad. Might add this to my playlist– the song stops. You check the notification.

Saiki:

Hello. I am on my way there.

You:

Take care. ♡

You see Saiki enter Café Mami, and your eyes dart towards the earphones he’s wearing. You point at it. “Those are mine! Where did you get those?”

Saiki sits down as he answers you, “Your bag.”

“You didn’t ask...!”

The manager approaches you two. “Here’s your order. The coffee jelly to-go will be served shortly.”

Saiki looks at you, confused about that last sentence.

“Ah, I ordered a second one for you to enjoy at home.”

Saiki’s eyes sparkle at your words.

You bring your order closer to you. “So, how did things go with Satou?”

Saiki slumps his shoulders and dejectedly hands you back your earphones. “I’ll be taking both coffee jellies to-go, thanks.”

Your voice was riddled with panic, “Huh–?! No, don’t go! Is it that bad?”

“He didn’t talk to me.”

You laugh. “That’s it? Did you even try to talk to him? You’re not the most chatty person I know.”

Saiki nods. “I had everything he liked; Weekly Jump, peach tea, and I was listening to One OK Rock. I even smiled at him.”

You hold back your laughter, you didn’t want Saiki to feel worse than he already did. “Maybe... Maybe he didn’t talk to you because he knew you stole my earphones.”

Irritated, Saiki replies, “That is totally unrelated”

You shrug. “Yeah.” You decide to tease him, “Maybe your smile was weird. Off-putting. I mean, you don’t smile a lot.”

Saiki shakes his head. “My smile wasn’t weird.”

“I’ll have to see for myself.”

“No.”

“You’re no fun.”

Saiki doesn’t reply to your comment, opting to finally eat the coffee jelly in front of him.

“Here’s the coffee jelly to-go. Your order’s complete. Thank you!”

You smile at the waiter and gently push the paper bag with the coffee jelly inside towards Saiki.

Hm... Maybe if he smiled at Satou like that, then they’d be hanging out like this. Ah, then I wouldn’t be able to see Saiki so happy. Perhaps I’ll be selfish, just this once.

Saiki thought to himself as he ate the coffee jelly. For someone who’s had their suspicions about my powers, you sure think rather shamelessly. You’ve done a lot for me, so I’ll let you have this.

Saiki finishes his coffee jelly. “Take out your phone.”

You do as told, although clueless to Saiki’s intentions. “Okay...?”

“I’ll show you the smile I gave to Satou.”

You move over in your seat so Saiki could sit beside you. He takes the hint and walks over to you.

You two smile and you snap a picture, the smile on your face still there as you examine it. Saiki returns to his seat.

You two were smiling, but you were the only one looking at the camera. You look up from your phone, then at Saiki. “Why were you looking at me?”

He’d then respond, “I wasn’t ready.” You looked happy.