#i like how his hair deflates and how they bully him

[sanjisboyfie]

shanks being your doting boyfriend

(slightly himbo) shanks x male reader

NOT PROOFREAD mb. small, slight manga spoilers??? sorry guys + LMFAO i hadto ctrl + f every single time i used "arms" and switch it to "arm" also im so soorrryyyy its kinda rlly short.....forgive me also idc???? if this seems ooc to me shanks is just a silly lil guy.

— oh god. the power you hold. you actually singlehandedly could change the course of the entire one piece universe if you wanted to. why??? because one of the four emperors of the sea follows everrything you say like a lost puppy. he hangs off of every word that leaves your lips with a dumb, lovesick grin on his face. his head is empty, just thoughts of you. good thing you use this power of yours for good and keep this man HUMBLE.

"[name], can you please tell your idiot boyfriend to just do the dishes, i can't-"

"beckkkkkk, why are you bothering me and my boyfriend's personal time together?" shanks whined, little spooning his way into your side. his stubble was scratching your skin, making you itchy around your neck and shoulder, especially with the way he was so aggressively nuzzling his head. "we haven't even woken up yet,"

"yeah, and you were supposed to be on cleaning duty last night and you instead chose to spend that time coddling [name], so look where we are now,"

"i'm the captain, goddammit! why do i have to do something like cleaning duty?"

"ask [name], he made that rule,"

shanks' aggressive demeanor turned into putty as he pouted at you. it was not a fitting expression for someone that had a reputation like his and also his age (too old to be acting like a kid).

"babbbbyyy, why are you making us spend less time together? is it because you hate me?"

"shanks, just go fucking do some cleaning in the kitchen. it's a shit show and it's pissing me and the chefs off. get a grip, babe," you scolded, pushing his pouting face away from your own.

with a look of hesitation, shanks finally backed off and got out of bed. as he was putting on a proper pair of trousers on, he was muttering about his own boyfriend was bullying him. his comments went ignored by both you and beck — who was watching with a look of disbelief on his face.

to see his best friend, captain, and one of the four emperors of the sea so easily swayed into doing chores was something he doesn't think he'd ever get used to. no matter how long you and shanks have been together, seeing the red head so obediently follow orders was infathomable.

— shanks -> really intimidating status as captain of the red hair pirates -> turns into complete mush when you walk into the room. without fail, he physically deflates into whatever seat he's sitting in and holds his arm out to you invitingly, waiting for you to sit on his lap.

shanks was supposed to be in serious mode. he was sitting in front of some pretty high ranked marine officials, who were after his crews' heads. he wasn't the type to hold hostages, just to let them go back running to their navy base, but considering the crew was on a vacation of sorts, he needed to know how they were able to track them down.

it lingered in his mind that there was a chance there was a mole in their ranks, but he didn't want to accept that as it would be a painful reality.

"so, how did you know we'd be at this island to recover?" shanks questioned, eyes glaring holes into the marines' faces. they were shaking where they sat, except for one who tried holding a tough demeanor. "i'm not going to do anything to you if you just answer my question,"

just as the marine was about to spill all their information out, the door of the room they were in was slammed open. shanks' haki faltered slightly as he was able to recognize that it was you, and with that imbalance, it sent the marine officers over the edge and made them pass out instead.

you took in the scene, bleakly apologizing for interuppting. shanks didn't have the heart to scold you, so instead he just took you into his arm with a wide grin and said, "no, no, it's alright. i was beginning to miss you anyway, doll. was wondering why you weren't with me," he pouted into your skin, making you laugh.

"turns out one of the lackeys you let on board recently was the reason why these guys showed up out of nowhere," you informed your lover, who hummed in interest, "took a while, but was able to get him to crack under pressure."

shanks sighed in content, hugging you even tighter, "i love you so much, you're so sexy when you take control,"

another laugh escaped your lips as you heard your boyfriend almost drunkenly sing you praises, "it was nothing, the guy had zero resolve anyway,"

"you're so amazing, baby," he continued complimenting into your skin, acting as if there weren't three passed out marine officers in front of you two.

a couple of the lackeys of the crew came bounding into the room and almost froze when they saw their intimidating captain cuddling into your side like an eager puppy.

"u-uhm, captain?" shanks only hummed in acknowledgement as he held you tight to his side. "what do you want us to do with these guys and that bastard traitor?"

"oh, just keep them tied up and then leave them on the shore when we depart — they probably won't survive with all the wildlife around here," shanks hummed, waving his hand dismissively. you were standing in between his legs and he was relishing in the skinship you were allowing him.

"should we tell the rest that we will be setting sail soon then?"

this time you interjected, "yeah, i'll come with you, boys. i'll make moving the bodies easier."

the crew's face lightened up at your familiar kind behavior, but then stiffened when they heard a groan coming from shanks.

"but [name]!! these guys got it, just stay with me longer, please,"

"oh, shut up, idiot. just go back to the main event and lift up the spirits of our crew, they probably wanna hear words from their captain after such a traitorous bastard infiltrated us,"

shanks sighed at your mini lecture, but dragged himself to follow your footsteps. he was holding onto your hand and his feet were practically stomping into the wood.

"who even made me captain, i never asked for this," he sighed, making the crew weakly laugh to fill the awkward silence while you just tried apologizing for your boyfriend, and captain's, idiotic behavior.

— shanks really cherishes the alone time he can spend with you. living your lives as highly wanted pirates makes your daily life hectic. and, thankfully, the foundations of your relationship only led to you two being able to keep that strong trust, respect, and love for each other so alive.

it was nighttime and the ship was rocking ever so slightly with the waves. for once, you switched cuddling positions and had your head resting on shanks' chest. your fingers were drawing mindless shapes on the exposed skin while shanks' arm was squeezing your plushy flesh every now and then.

"you know, i love you so much, right?" he confessed into the night air, the genuineness of his emotions being made obvious with how softly he spoke.

"i love you too," you easily said back, not thinking twice.

"but, do you know i love you?" shanks repeated, sitting up and holding onto your waist to make sure all your attention was directed on him, "i know our lives don't make our lifestyle easier and i know i get really busy when times get rough, but i needed to tell you again that i love you so much [name]."

you grinned at his sincerity, leaning forward and pressing a soft, gentle kiss to his chapped lips. he reciprocated in a second's notice, but you pulled away before he could deepen it (as he usually did whenever you two kissed).

"i know you love me shanks, you are the sweetest lover i can think of. your kindness and humanity remind me everyday that this life is worth living if it's with you," shanks smiled at your words, nudging his forehead against yours to entice you to pull in closer to him.

your lips locked once more in a passionate filled kiss. your bare chests were now skin to skin with one another and it took a couple minutes of desperate kissing for shanks to be satisfied.

and when you finally pulled away and settled back onto his chest, he squeezed you once more and asked, "you've had other lovers besides me?" in reference to what you said earlier.

cue an eyeroll and pinch to his sides to make him shut his pretty mouth for some needed peace and quiet.

[tokoumaru]

❤︎  genshin impact boys as highschool love interests! 

feat. xiao, childe, itto tags. headcanons, imagines, fluff, slight angst, yandere themes, modern au, afab! reader warnings. childe’s part contains yandere themes, xiao’s contains sa (not by him), and itto’s contain minor mentions of gangs, if you have trouble reading these types of tropes, please feel free to skip

❤︎   childe/tartaglia (yandere childhood friend)

in your younger years, you vaguely recalled being best friends with this cute girl with ginger hair. ever since you bravely saved her from an onslaught of bullies during kindergarten, she’s been stuck to you like glue. wherever you went, her short stature would follow and both of you would always play in the riverside next to the neighbourhoods... her name was something along the lines of jazz..? ajax? 

when you had to move, tears were running down her sweet cheeks as she begged you to stay. to your surprise, she even poked a hole in your car’s tire just to stop you... though the adults dismissed it as child’s play, there was an unsettling feeling in your stomach. the last sight you saw of her was when she was resolutely looking at your leaving car with a glint no normal 6-year-old could make. 

now that you’re 17, moving to teyvat high was quite hard for you. everyone had their own set of friends by now... it was quite lonely most of the time. from your little corner of the classroom, you’ve always heard the girls talk about this guy... childe, right? they always went on and on about how cool and attractive and athletic he was... regular girl talk, you guessed.

murmurs and talks of him only increased during your school’s sports fest, almost everyone was talking about him competing in the most awaited basketball tournament! 

curious, you watched along the sidelines of the game. though, suddenly everyone's cheers had gotten louder and you just needed to know why. 

a mop of familiar ginger hair swiftly passed by your view, dunking the basketball straight into the hoop as the crowd goes wild! 

suddenly, the tall ginger’s ocean eyes landed in your direction... ah, so ajax wasn’t a girl after all. the short girl that clung onto you was long gone, now replaced with a tall boy carrying a lean body, his voice octaves deeper than your own and his world leagues away. 

the next few days, you were left to wonder if he recognized you... he couldn’t, right? he had other things to worry about... such as the number of love letters he receives every day in his shoe locker. 

“y/n! is that really you...? I missed you so so so much!” 

as usual, you were simply passing through the hallways until ajax trapped you in between his arms and lifted you up, gripping you so tight that you had to use all your force to break free from his hold. 

“is it because you don’t remember me?” 

from the moment you broke free from his arms, he deflated, a pout on his handsome face. at the sight, you couldn’t help but refute him immediately in a panic. 

“so you truly do remember me! that makes things easier for me, darling.” 

caught off guard, you didn’t realize ajax pulled you closer to him, encasing his lean arms around your waist. then, his lips were suddenly on your lips, his calloused hand caressing your cheek... all for the entire student body to see. 

the next few days were hellish, to say the least. somehow every female in teyvat high hated your guts, even going as far as to ostracize you from the rest of the student body. 

you didn’t know why all these girls were being so hostile, from stealing your athletic wear to writing disgusting names on your table... all you could do was turn to your childhood friend in times like these. 

whenever a girl would pour water over you or trip you on purpose, you would immediately run to ajax and vent everything. 

“shh... it’s okay y/n, they’re just being petty because they know that they’ll never hold my attention like you do.”

when the bullying got really bad, you would rush to the rooftop holding back your tears. only letting everything out as ajax held you to his chest, stroking your hair while your tears soaked his school uniform. 

one day, the girls who bullied you were especially ticked off. they claimed that you were seducing childe, shoving various pictures of him and you on the rooftop to your face. 

no matter how much you protested, the girls only ignored you and roughly pulled you towards an abandoned store room at the back of the school. there was nothing you could do against the group, all you could muster up was bang against the door as they took your phone and locked you in the dark. 

you screamed for help, you called your teacher’s names, your parent’s names, and even ajax’s name numerous times in desperation. the tears dried on your cheeks as your voice went hoarse... you didn’t know how long you were in there. the darkness was all you could see. 

“y/n! are you in there?!” 

ajax’s voice was like a glowing light amidst all that’s happened to you. you cried out his name and begged him to save you. 

“don’t worry, darling... I’ve got you now.” 

he burst the rusty door open and immediately rushed to your shaking body in the corner of the room. desperate for someone to cling on to, you immediately pulled ajax in and buried your head in his neck, his boyish scent comforting you. 

“I love you, Y/N... and only I can love you...”

your mind was in a frenzy and you couldn’t register the words ajax had uttered, only choosing to cling to his warm embrace further and bask in the sweet comfort his kisses gave you. 

as ajax’s ginger locks intertwined with yours as he buried his face in your hair, a smirk slowly graced his lips while he kissed the top of your head. 

while your childhood friend mumbled sweet nothings into your ear, you slowly fell asleep in his lean arms, too tired to be able to think straight.  

“it’s my turn to be your saving grace, Y/N.” 

you failed to remember that you had always locked the rooftop door after entering... and that the only possible culprit left would be your one and only childhood friend.

❤︎   xiao (stoic seatmate)

being new to teyvat high, you were left to sit alone at the back of the class, though you were thankful for the window seat... somehow, your only seatmate ended up being a student named xiao alatus. 

he was... quiet, to say the least. all your classmates feared him to death, you probably guessed it was because of the stoic stone-face he carried and the deathly aura around him; pair that with the numerous piercings that lined his ear and the somewhat natural red eyeliner that rimmed along his eyes, you understood with everyone walked on eggshells around him. 

you were the same at first as well, never really looking in his direction or even trying to talk to him. well, that was until you were paired up for a group task by your teacher. truthfully, you were terrified, you didn’t even know how to look at him! somehow, both of you agreed to work on the task at a nearby café, a halfway point between both of your places. 

up until the moment, you dreaded having to meet with xiao, even thinking of bailing on him with some flimsy excuse and doing everything without his help... though you weren’t too keen on doing this to someone who hasn’t done anything wrong. 

you arrived at the café a bit early, so you decided to order some drinks in advance. you were simply thinking of what to get while queuing at the cashier until some guy started slipping his hands up your skirt. 

you froze, not knowing what to do at all. a disgusting feeling settled in your stomach as your hands clammed up in fear. the perpetrator behind you was both bigger and stronger than you... you didn’t think you could even make a scratch on him. 

“that’s enough, what do you think you’re doing to her?” 

in the blink of an eye, the pervert’s hand left your underskirt and was suddenly in xiao’s deathly grip. xiao immediately placed himself in between you and the perpetrator, successfully blocking him from your view.

“people like you are despicable. leave, now.” 

with one last glare, xiao pushed him out of the line with ease and turned to you with his arms crossed. although his face was rigid and his golden eyes were pointed in a glare, you could’ve sworn there was a hint of worry inside them. 

“...call me next time.” 

ever since that day, you’ve looked at your seatmate in a different light... literally. you mustered up the courage to look xiao’s way for once, and it just so happens that he was looking your way too.

upon the immediate eye contact, he immediately turned his head back to the board, the tip of his ears turning red... you truly wondered why you were so scared of him at all.

now, suddenly all you did was talk to xiao in classes. not out loud of course, but through the little scribbles you both shared in your notebooks. sitting at the back of the class and right next to each other gave you both the advantage of everyone caring less about you two... it was you and xiao’s little corner of the world almost. 

the mini-conversations between you two that happened in the corners of your notebook would never fail to make you laugh once you read them again... the contrast between your cursive letters with xiao’s rigid edges were always such a sight to see. 

soon, the two of you found yourself holding study sessions at the same café you met for your first project. almost every day after school, the two of you would walk together to the nearby café and sit on the tables at the very corner of the room. 

“i’ll sit next to you… it’s safer.”

xiao insisted to stay by your side at all times, even going as far as to wait for you outside the restroom.

no matter how much you insisted that you would be fine, and that your perpetrator had probably been banned at the cafe already, your seatmate still wouldn’t budge.

“I simply wish for your safety, please just ignore me.”

you sighed in surrender as you heard xiao stubbornly insist, although you couldn’t deny the flutter of your heart as he scooted a bit closer to you after you two sat down next to each other

since the tables at the cafe were a bit too small for two people on the same side, your hand and his calloused ones would often brush against each other each time you tried to grab something… you tried your best to ignore the way xiao’s face would turn red every time.

though, on one occasion xiao just resorted to roughly grabbing your hand and intertwining them together.

“… its easier like this.”

...you didn’t have the courage to let go

no words were exchanged between you two the rest of the time, but when you had gotten home, a badly written “I like you.” had been written on the top half of your notebook with badly drawn hearts and flowers... 

❤︎   arataki itto (obnoxious delinquent)

every time you would walk home from school, you would pass by the notorious ‘arataki gang,’ which became unpopular for their supposed mischievousness. the gang was led by arataki itto, a very tall and muscular man, strong enough to tower over even your teachers. 

numerous egregious rumours surrounded the guy, some students said he was part of the yakuza because of those reddish tattoos he bore, others said he bullied kids and took their cash just to buy some cigarettes with his gang... you couldn’t help but think he was someone you shouldn’t ever cross paths with. 

that was until you were suddenly face-to-face with the guy, seemingly having no way of escape. 

you were simply on your way back to your class from the cafeteria when  you caught sight of a cute little cat in the school’s garden. seeing as there was a bit more time till your break had ended, you sneakily followed the cat until it stopped right at the back of the empty gymnasium. 

if you hadn’t been there from the start, you’d think that these guys were torturing the cute kitty cat... but it seems that they were just very aggressive when it came to expressing their love for the animal. after all, they were feeding the cat their entire lunchboxes, and much to the cat’s enjoyment, were spinning it around in glee. 

“hey, are you spying on us or somethin’?! don’t think i didn’t notice you from back there, punk!” 

you were startled out of the little bush you were hiding in and immediately apologized profusely to the whitehead in front of you, whose red eyes looked at you almost accusingly. 

“well, why didn’t you say so! if you wanted to help us take care of little old nimble ninja over here then you shoulda just asked!” 

after letting out a rambunctious laugh, he roughly pulled you in for a handshake, welcoming you to his supposed gang, stating himself as the ‘head honcho’ and introducing all 3 of his ‘underlings’ as well... you surmised that perhaps everyone had gotten the arataki gang all wrong.

you had to say, the next few weeks were very eventful, to say the least. you spent your entire breaks hanging out (against your will on some occasions) with the infamous arataki gang. all your classmates asked if you were being bullied, or if you were a delinquent as well... you didn’t have the heart to tell them that you and itto were simply feeding a school stray he named ‘nimble ninja’ 

contrary to popular belief, itto did none of the things he was rumoured to be doing. those red ‘tattoos’ he adorned? actually, he just said he wanted to look cool, like one of those metal bands on tv! when you asked if he was part of the yakuza, he screeched like a little girl and hugged you in his arms, desperately telling you to never utter the word again or else both of you would be ‘assassinated’ and, when you mentioned the circling rumours about him and his gang’s deeds, itto burst into tears, clinging on to you and telling you that he would never do such a thing... and you believed him, because this giant softie couldn’t even kill a fly that flew around you two as he wept. 

at one point, you didn’t even think itto was capable of violence... but not even itto could stay pacifistic in the face of a clear threat. 

one lunch on your way to you and itto’s usual meeting place, you had seen a bunch of students poking fun at nimble ninja, throwing insults and hurling a few pebbles at her. 

seeing the little cat cower in fear, you immediately rushed in to save her, not even thinking twice about getting hit yourself. unfortunately, the delinquent’s attention went from the cat to you, and now it seemed you didn’t have the chance to escape. 

slowly, the leader of the group slowly backed you into a corner, threatening you and your cat. you tried your best to resist, but there was nothing you could do being surrounded by delinquents stronger than you. 

“just whaddya think you’re doing to her?” 

a threateningly low voice interrupted the tension in the air. you could tell that the gang members were terrified of itto’s tall and intimidating stature. right now, itto’s long hair was tied up, his sleeves were folded, and his crimson eyes were looking directly at the leader who cornered you. 

“don’t even think about getting even an inch near her... i’ll give you 3 seconds to scram, boys.” 

you could tell the leader was a bit hesitant to leave, but as soon as all his underlings fled, he made a run for it. 

feeling the adrenaline wear off, you sunk to the hard ground, still carefully holding nimble ninja in your arms. 

“hey, are you? did those guys do anything to hurt you?!” 

itto immediately rushed over to your side, careful not to touch you in case you were injured. though, when you had said you were alright. the muscular man immediately let out a large sigh and hugged you and nimble ninja tight in his arms. 

“that scared the hell out of me... hehe, I didn’t know what to do if they actually tried to fight me y’know” 

he laid his chin on top of your head, still holding you tight. you could feel his hands shaking, probably from fear... you had to hold in your laugh. if he was so scared, why did he put up such a front?

“I just couldn’t let you, an honored member of the arataki gang, get bullied like that! I'm your boss, I should be especially reliable!” 

itto pulled back and faced you, his crimson eyes in front of yours. your noses were almost touching with the proximity. 

“but... it’s probably because I like you as well, I hope you know that.”  

a/n. I hate this LOL though I hope you guys enjoyed at least a little

[the-witty-pen-name]

Love is Blind Part 4

Eddie Munson x PlusSize!F!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI - kissing, smut, vaginal fingering, body worship, praise

Story Warnings: reader has low self-esteem and struggles with self love/acceptance, anxiety/trauma related to bullying, cursing, substance use mention

Summary: In a last ditch effort to evade the normal disappointments of dating, a group of misfits desperate to have someone see who they are on the inside volunteer for the most recent brain chemistry study at Hawkins Lab. 

A/N: If I forgot to tag something, please let me know! I'm so sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy. Please consider reblogging if you like it! Thank you for reading!

Series Masterlist

Final Day

The moment Eddie can finally look at you will be less than ideal. Both of you, hooked up to whatever weird machine while technicians monitor your brain waves or whatever- Eddie really wasn’t paying attention at all to what they were telling him. He couldn’t give less of a shit if he tried as they were explaining the next segment. Once they recorded the initial reactions, you all were free to go. He doesn’t know if he’ll be able to control himself. 

He’s sitting in an exam room, with a window looking into another. It seems as though they’ll bring you into the opposite room and he’s feeling slightly deflated that he won’t be able to talk to you right away. 

He’s sitting with his legs partially spread apart, resting back on his hands on the exam bed.  He’s letting them attach some small patch to the side of his forehead. He's tapping his foot anxiously, and he’s trying his hardest to play it cool and he’s positive he’s failing miserably. 

He overthought everything trying to make it back to the lab on time this morning. He couldn’t decide on clothes or his hair or literally anything, down to the way he was going to sit when you walked in. He settled on his usual, it’s not like he had dress clothes anyways. He’s staring intently at the empty exam room across from him, absolutely dying that you aren’t there. He watches as the door opens. Several lab assistants carry in equipment and one pulls the curtain shut. Eddie doesn’t realize he yelled until he sees the assistants in the room stare at him with wide eyes. He quickly apologizes and runs a hand through his hair, trying to calm his nerves. 

You feel chills run down your body as they work on getting you set up to the machinery. You keep anxiously staring at the pulled curtain, and you can hardly think straight knowing Eddie is on the other side. It’s no different, you try to tell yourself to calm your nerves. It’s you in one room, Eddie in the other, just like it’s been all week. Except now, you can look, but can’t talk. You feel your palms sweat and you do your best to just take deep breaths to try to calm down how fast your heart is beating. 

“So, when we’re ready for observation, we’ll pull the curtain. We’ll be monitoring your brain activity for a minute or so, then we’ll send you on your way,” a woman explains to you, and you nod, understandingly. You sit up straighter, and roll your shoulders back. You can’t let yourself allow any insecurity to seep in and ruin this moment. You try to focus your mind solely on how excited you are to see Eddie. And how in less than a few minutes, you’ll actually be standing in his proximity. 

Eddie is practically jumping out of his skin in anticipation. His mouth feels dry and he feels like his entire body is overheating from the stark white lights of the exam room. He taps his fingers on his lap, focusing on a loose thread on the tear of his jeans, when they tell him they’re ready to begin. Nothing can truly put into words how he felt when they began to pull the curtain back. 

His breath hitches when he finally is able to look at you. First, he finds your eyes and he can’t stop smiling. He winks at you playfully from the other room and you feel like your body is on fire. He greedily lets his eyes look you up and down, and you see him mouth “Ho-ly shit.” Emphasizing the syllables so you can understand. 

He can’t stop staring, desperate to take in all of the details of you like he’s making up for lost time. He was feeling overwhelmed. He bites his lip, raking his eyes over every part of you. He looks completely pained, like he’s being restrained. You can’t help but notice he looks tortured, as his eyes look into yours with such extreme desperation. He feels like he might spontaneously combust if he needs to wait one more minute to touch you. 

You’re beyond anything he could’ve imagined. He’s practically drooling, staring at you like a lovesick fool. Fuck anyone, he thinks, who made you think you were anything less the fucking sexiest woman alive. 

You’re rendered speechless as you take him in. His hair, his tattoos, the rings… Fuck, he’s so gorgeous. He feels like he might spontaneously combust if he needs to wait one more minute to touch you. You eyes can’t focus, so motivated to just memorize every detail you can commit to memory- like somehow he’s going to be back behind the wall again.   

Eddie couldn’t control himself. You saw the way his eyes raked over you and it made you feel warm from a giddy nervousness. He let himself admire every single inch of you that he could see. He felt like it was the shortest couple of minutes he’s ever been subject to, and as the techs finished up,  he’s practically jumping out of his seat with the equipment partially detached. 

You feel like your heart might beat out of your chest as you practically feel the pulse throughout your whole body. You’re so intensely staring, taking in the sight of him. He’s absolutely beautiful- and you're wondering to yourself how the hell a guy as good looking as him ended up here. You’re also fidgety as they work to take the equipment away, but are doing better composing yourself than Eddie. You can’t help but find it endearing as he tries to hurriedly untangle himself from the wires, frantically trying to get to you. 

The technicians lead you out separately, both of you exiting from the separate doors you’ve left from during the whole experiment. The back door slams behind you as you make your final exit, and you begin to walk around the parking lot to see where he is. Eddie, leaving from the opposite side of the building, had the same idea to wander- meaning you both are aimlessly searching for one another not realizing you're both moving away from each other. 

There’s this van you stumble across and it perfectly matches the way Eddie described it. The decorations you could see through the windshield solidified in your mind that it was Eddie’s. You feel a little stupid, smiling at the rundown van. It’s just such a surreal feeling being in the vicinity of it- seeing that it’s real. You don’t know how to describe it. You lean up against the side door, patiently waiting for him to return. 

As Eddie turns the corner, he thinks he might pass out at the sight of you waiting for him against the van. His breath hitches at the sight of you, unfiltered, leaning up against his van because you already know him well enough to pick it out from the parking lot. It feels so surreal, and he feels like he’s in one of those cheesy rom coms but he finally gets it. 

“Hey stranger,” he calls out, walking over to you with a big grin. You can’t help but match his big smile when you see him. You feel warmth and butterflies spread throughout your whole body and then hit you all at once as he strides over confidently. 

You begin to open your mouth to reply with some witty response, but before you can register it, his hands are cupping both sides of your jaw and he kisses you. It’s tender and it’s the kind of kiss that you can feel yourself melting into. It felt like everything he’s told you this past week translated into action. It’s passionate, but he’s surprisingly gentle. He pulls away, still holding your face as his eyes observe your every feature.

“I’ve wanted to do that since Monday,” he sighs, and you nod in agreement.

“Me too.” 

“God, look at you,” he observes, taking one step back and moving to hold your hands. “You’re fucking stunning,” he affirms, pulling you back towards him so he can wrap his arms around you for another kiss. 

“Shit, I don’t even know what to do with myself,” he chuckles when you need to pull away for air. He rests his forehead to yours as you both take a breath. “Fuck me, how did I get this lucky?”

“You?” You exclaim with a giggle, “I mean, shit, Eddie, look at you.” 

He blushes, and it’s probably the best thing you’ve seen. This metal head adorned with rings, chains, tattoos is red in the face because of you. You haven’t been just overwhelmed with affection like this, and it’s entirely intoxicating. Your head is spinning as you take in how he looks at you. You can’t help but shiver when you feel his hands rest on your sides and he rubs absentmindedly the skin just above the waist of your pants under the hem of your shirt. 

He’s kissing you again and the sensation of it all is almost too much. He’s so giving. His body presses your back against the side of the van and his tall body slots against yours and for some reason you’ve never felt more safe. You don’t hear anything else but his soft breaths and moans, and you can’t smell more than his cologne and shampoo and all of your senses are working overtime to just take it all in. You’re filling in the missing pieces of him that have so far been kept away. 

Neither one of you wanted to let the moment end, because you both understand how it might be strange navigating life, and what it means for the two of you, after the experiment. Is there a label for what this is? The intimacy you both feel has far surpassed the perimeters of normal dating and it feels like you're past that stage, but at the same time, you haven’t even shared physical space. You don’t know what his world looks like, and how you would fit into it. It was so easy when it was just the two of you, but what is this going to look like now? 

You decide to let those thoughts subside, and focus instead on this absolutely gorgeous guy who’s obsessed with you and touching you. You let yourself focus on the feeling of the pads of his fingertips as they ignite your skin, not caring enough about the “problem areas” you usually fixate on. You allow yourself to completely surrender to his touches. 

“Should we move this somewhere else maybe?” you ask, breathlessly- pulling away reluctantly. He kisses your shoulder, giving you goosebumps. You can feel his smile, warm against your skin. “You’re so soft,” he marvels, seemingly not hearing your suggestion. 

“Should we go somewhere?” you giggle, and he kisses your cheek. He nods in agreement. He grabs your hand and walks you over to the passenger door. He opens it for you, and helps you as you step up into it. You don’t say anything, but you smile to yourself- it was the first time a guy held the door for you in a long time. 

“Okay so I have no idea what the fuck to do,” he exclaims, cracking his knuckles as he sits in the driver’s seat. He laughs at the absurdness of the situation. He feels jumpy, overwhelmed in the best way possible. “I haven’t done this before,” he jokes and you roll your eyes. 

“I mean, we can go to my apartment?” you offer as he starts the engine, and you’re both immediately met with blaring music as the van turns on. It makes you jump a little. His cheeks are flushed, turning down the volume, he apologizes. You wave your hand nonchalantly and tell him not to worry about it.

It takes a little strength to get the van moving, and you admire the way his arms flex. It’s the way he doesn’t even realize how attractive he is that astounds you the most. Once both of you are on the road and the windows are down, you’re just witnessing the beautiful sight of him- long hair getting tousled from the breeze, his profile as he nods along to the song playing, his long fingers tapping on the steering wheel- it’s enough to make you breathless. 

The third floor apartment isn’t much, but Eddie is just basking in being in a space that just feels like he’s surrounded by you. It’s a little window into your mind, and he’s like a little kid as he moves around, touching everything. Your photographs, records, little trinkets, books… he zones out taking it all in and he can’t look through it all fast enough. You’re just so happy you decided to tidy up. 

“If you think the stuff in here is cool, you should see in here,” you tease, leaning against the doorframe of your bedroom. Eddie thinks he might pass out when his eyes land on how your curve is accentuated by your stance. You don’t even realize it’s happening. He strides over to you and simultaneously hooks an arm around your waist and kisses you in a way that makes you dizzy. You're falling over each other, lips locked in a deep kiss as you both stumble to your bed. 

Eddie pulls you into his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed. He’s trailing kisses down your jaw and down your neck, as his hands rest on your hips and he tugs you down fully when he feels you try to hover. Your skirt bunches up your thighs and when you’ve fully settled onto his lap, he can feel your warmth and he moans at the contact. The heat in your body rushes to your core at the roughness of his jeans through your panties. 

“You’re so sexy,” he mumbles against your shoulder in between kisses. He’s savoring the feeling of your thighs pressed against his and the feeling of the wetness as you press against him. He presses his lips to yours again, running his hands under the back of your top to pull it off. As you untangle yourself from the shirt and toss it aside, he does the same with his. After he’s thrown his shirt with yours, his mouth falls open slightly at the sight of you. You observe as his pupils dilate and he takes in a deep breath to calm his heart. 

You take in the sight of the tattoos his shirt covered and you bite your lip as you smile at the sight. He looks like a wreck in the best way. His chest rising and falling rapidly, the flex of his arms, the messy hair- everything about how he looks is just so undeniably attractive. You feel so vulnerable under his intense gaze but in a way that makes you feel desirable. You stand up to wiggle out of your skirt, and you swear his eyes were going to fall out of his pretty head. He’s immediately following your lead- frantically kicking off his jeans. 

“Get back over here,” he groans, looking you up and down. He grabs your hands, pulling you back into him. He falls back on the bed, pulling you on top of him. You’re seated on his bulge that straining against his boxers, and you gasp as he rolls his hips up into yours. You lean down and kiss him, soft moans escaping your lips against his mouth. His hands find their way back to your waist and you gasp as he flips you over onto your back with ease. 

“Fuck, look at you,” he says, “so fucking pretty.” 

He ducks down and kisses you, and your hands tangle in his hair. You tug gently, and he moans at the sensation. His fingers tease the skin just above the waist of your panties before he pulls them to the side. His fingertips gently tease your clit and he bites his lip at your reaction. He can see himself easily becoming addicted to hearing the sweet little sounds you make for him, and just watching how beautiful you look like this. 

“Oh, Eddie…” you moan softly at the sensation.

“I’ve hardly touched you pretty girl,” he says, pressing kisses down your chest and torso as he continues to tease you. You involuntarily move your hips, searching for more of the feeling. He smiles up at you in response before he slowly pulls your panties down. 

Rubbing your leg affectionately, the coolness of his rings makes you shiver. He’s kissing and nipping at the skin of your inner thighs. His mess of curls is a little ticklish but nothing you don’t adore the feeling of. 

He touches you like it’s second nature. It’s like he instinctively knew the perfect places to elicit the filthiest of moans from you. His fingers curl into you knowingly, and you swear no other man has been able to make you feel like this. Previous partners treated this like a chore to rush through, but Eddie’s so content taking his time and observing the way he can make you fall apart at his touch. He’s motivated to make you forget about every asshole who made you think for even a second you deserved less than this. 

 You begin to feel that familiar sensation building up inside of you. You chest rapidly rising and falling, looking down to see Eddie- this fucking beautiful man - between your legs, glistening with sweat as his hair sticks to his forehead, tongue poking out from his lips in concentration. He looks absolutely wrecked and it’s the sexiest thing you think you’ve ever seen. 

“I’m- I’m c-close,” you manage to say between panting breaths. He smirks, and continues his pace of working his fingers in and out of you. He rests your thigh over his shoulder to press kisses of encouragement against your skin, as he mumbles just how badly he needs to see you cum. Every sense becomes too much all at once, and you can’t keep your eyes open as you feel your orgasm crash over you. Your head falls back against the pillows, and your body feels limp. 

“Ready to go again, princess?”

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[youtellmeman]

Boyfriend! Neteyam hcs

All under the cut

Rating- E

Definitely so super nonchalant in the beginning

is trying so hard to seem like he knows what he’s doing

He does not

As y’all ease into it tho he def gets more open about what he wants and likes

Going from a “yeah if you want to” guy to a “I will not take another step until you’re hand is in mine”

Despite not having lots of dating experience he does have lots of flirting experience I mean look at him the whole village has tried get at his ass

Smooth as fuck when he wants to be I promise you

You flirting back tho?

“Is it hot in here? I feel like the temperature is rising?”

Can’t take it, wink or even flutter you’re eyes at him and it’s a wrap

Clutching his chest, pretending to get light headed,he doesn’t know how to act

He especially doesn’t know how to act when he’s jealous cause like he isn’t used to feeling that

Neteyam is the oldest, and practically considered royal. Bro had everything first and can get most things with smile and good manners

So him being jealous wether it’s someone else having your attention or someone garnering for it

He is just as confused as you are practically

Def gives dirty looks like mean dirty looks (him and his brother got a nasty side eye)

Is not afraid to walk up to you and whoever you’re with that’s pissing him off and excuse the both of y’all

Jealousy fueled make out sessions !!!

He got that nice tight grip on your waist with one hand and the other is right behind your head like top of your neck just moving your head in sync with however he feels like kissing you

Same thing if he’s stressed like don’t worry about thinking for yourself for a bit cause he’s gonna do all the work and he’s gonna be doing it for a while

Usually though making out with him is so gentle and slow and just sensual even if it doesn’t lead to anything more

Neteyam lives such a fast paced life that he loves to take his time with you when he can

Brushing hair out of your face, holding you gently by the front of your neck(with those big ol hand lawd)

So respectful too he never lets his hands roam until yours start to cause then he feels like it’s even ground lol

Normal kisses are pretty soft too for the most part

A peck on the cheek or your temple

Definitely kisses your knuckles and fingertips, don’t play

Though I feel like he’s not big on PDA

people are always watching him considering he’s next in line for head honcho duty so I think he likes to keep as much of his life private as he can

Private doesn’t mean secret though cause trust he’ll make people know that you’re his, he’s just not boutta be all over you all the time.

So good at giving back messages

Loves to play with your hair at night before bed

Look at that man and tell me he doesn’t have a bed time skin care routine

Idek if na’vi have skin care but looking at him you’d think so

And if you didn’t have one before him you will after

It’s y’all’s time to wind down before bed

Big blanket hog so be ready to fight if you wanna stay warm

Also makes no sense cause he’s a frickin furnace

Def twitches when he sleeps like he’s being electrocuted

at first you thought the little ones were cute but now when he’s practically seizing in bed while taking a nap you just cringe

Shit looks painful

Morning person unfortunately

Will try and make you a morning person but if you aren’t just get grouchy enough and he’ll figure out to leave you alone for an hour or two

One of those weirdos that likes to work out in the morning

Tries to get you to do it with him

If it works- he’s ecstatic literally loves doing anything with

If it doesn’t- just sit on the sidelines and watch him get all sweaty you can’t loose

Totally knows how to cook, and he loves to make breakfast

Also loves to come back from a hunt and watch you be like “wow you’re so strong baby”

“Heh yeah you know I do what I can” feels like the shit for the next hour until lo’ak bully’s him enough that his head deflates a little bit

[avengersassemble123]

Gift of remembrance

Pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x reader (Bonten arc - slight spoilers ahead)

Genre: Fluff, Heartwarming, (Bonten Sanzu behaviour ig)

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"Im also planning to gift him the video game he had always wanted and maybe hold a surprise date night for him." Your best friend explained, as she talked about surprising her husband on their anniversary. "Aww (y/bf), thats so sweet. I'm sure your husband would love it." you complimented as we chatted and hung out for a while.

By evening you had returned home as you made way into the bathroom to get freshened up. You then changed into a new pair of clothes, as you went into the kitchen to reheat the food, when you heard your house's door open, signalling your significant other's arrival.

"I'm home." You heard your boyfriend speak, before some amount of shuffling and some moments of silence, before you felt arms wrap around your waist, "Hey baby." you acknowledged as Sanzu buried his face into your neck, as his muffled voice spoke, "Hey babe, missed you" You chuckled, as you tried to wriggle yourself out of his grip, "Had a long day? Go take a shower and tell me about it because you stink of sweat and i just freshened up."

"What if i don't want to?"

"Ill drag you there myself."

"Aww you're no fun, you wound me baby"

You rolled your eyes before pushing him towards you two's room, as he cackled on his way. After he freshened up, you both sat on the living room couch with your dinner, talking about each other's day and today's gossips from both of yours' workplaces, before the topic of your best friend came up.

"-and that's how she plans to surprise him."You finished explaining, as you finish off your food with the last bite, while your boyfriend listened patiently, before a sly grin appeared on his face,

"Well I've done a lot of romantic things for you. How come you've never done anything romantic for me?" Sanzu asked teasingly, poking your waist.

"'i do." You defended, as you whined dramatically.

"Oh yea? Name one."

" I can name a few-"

"Sex doesn't count."

"Oh"

You visible deflated, as you squinted your eyes, thinking what romantic thing have you done for him.

"Well what about the bed and breakfast you had in the beach house you rented from Rindou?"

"Well, technically i took you there, all you did-"

"Yea i know what i did." I stopped him mid sentence, as i slightly felt my face warm, but realising it was not exactly a romantic gesture without 'engagement of bodies'.

"I bet Rindou had to throw out that rocking chair." Sanzu snorted, giggling shamelessly, while you kicked him slightly, embarrassed.

"Hey I can be romantic when i want to." You defended.

"Fine." Sanzu shrugged, "But also not true" Sanzu retorted, teasing you slightly, making you roll your eyes.

"Okay, just you wait and see. I will romance your freaking ass off." you challenged, while Sanzu snorted.

"Hmm, i wonder how a baby like you would actually manage to romance a high profile yakuza member like your sexy partner." Sanzu bullied you, as he got up the couch to wash his plate in the sink, while you gave him the middle finger.

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"Well i know its unlikely for me to call you, but thank you so much for taking some time off from your schedule and coming over." You said, as you invited your guest over into the house.

"Well you called the right person fortunately, plus its a real surprise when a person like you is trying to 'seduce' a freak of a being like Sanzu." Kokonoi explained, as he walked in and invited himself over your couch.

"Ok so I've been really struggling with this, and you are the only closest person i know who knows Sanzu well, and has somewhat of an idea on the choices of gifts, than the rest of my options. You know what i mean." I said, as Kokonoi stoically nodded, as he seated himself on the couch, crossing his legs, his arms over it, holding one phone. He brushed his white hair back before continuing,

"Well the quickest way to a man's heart like Sanzu's is thr-"

"Pants. But Sanzu said sex doesn't count." I answered, as i got glasses of wine for both of us.

Kokonoi, looked at you blinking, his lips pursed, before taking a glass from your hand, "Aww you poor thing. You had one arrow in your quiver and you just can't use it." He nodded his head in understanding, while you replied back with a deflated nod.

"Well how about trying to cook something for him?" Well, its kind of hard for both of us to be present at home itself most of the time due to our works, and i wanted to do something different."

Kokonoi breathed out a deep sigh, "If this was some ordinary person, either this would've been easy to give advises, or i wouldn't have bothered showing up in the first place. But this is Sanzu, we are talking about. Nothing is normal with him, making me still hard to imagine that you managed to end up with him of all the people available in the whole of Japan, let alone the world. " Kokonoi sipped the wine, before continuing, "And i also want to see how this surprise and Sanzu's reaction turns out, and if the 'rapid dog' himself is capable of expressing emotions other than for our boss"

"Kokonoi.." i spoke out his name, making him raise his hands in surrender, "No offense sweetie. Anyways back to the topic."

"(NAME), if you truly want to be romantic, then this stuff need to come from withing you."

"I know, but its just so hard, I don't know why."

"I guess its probably because you never had to do this stuff because you're young and beautiful, and men, including Sanzu, must've thrown themselves at you." Kokonoi replied.

You pursed my lips, nodding in understanding before speaking up, "Yea I'm trying to feel sad about it, but i just can't."

"Thought so." Kokonoi rubbed his fingers at the bridge of his nose, "I can see why you two go well together."

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You and Sanzu were having a candle light dinner at your place itself, as you both chatted. "Have to say, i didn't expect you to manage this surprise without me knowing. And its coming from you of all people" Sanzu teased.

"Well, only learned from the best, and of course, i didn't forget my promise." You replied back.

As you both finished your dinner, you pointed your fork at him, "Alright Mr. Haruchiyo. Get ready because a crap storm of romance is coming your way."

Haruchiyo dramatically gasped, as he held his chest by one hand, "More romance? Stop it, you're gonna make me cry, sweet cheeks."

You stood up, as you smiled slyly, before walking towards the counter, picking up a small weaved basked.

"Sanzu smirked, as laid back on the chair, man spreading, his one hand on the table, while the other holding his face, rubbing his chin, squinting his eyes at you amused. "You seem pretty confident."

"Oh I am."

You then started dropping rose petals from the basket to the floor, making a path, "Maybe if you'll follow this trail, you'll know why."

"Ohh rose petals. Well now I'm just more excited for my girl's surprise." Sanzu said, whistling, slightly impressed, as he stood up and started following you.

As you led him towards both yours bedroom, he was met with a candle lit decorated room, "Wow baby, you really are pulling all the strings today."

You then set down the basket before picking up the wrapped gift placed on the bed, before gesturing it towards him, "Ok so i gave this a lot of thought, and i found something that might show you how much I love you."

Sanzu took the gift from your hands, before tearing the wrapper off and seeing the content inside it. His eyebrows slightly furrowed for a second before returning back normal, "Oh wow.."

"Its the ring which you had been eyeing for a while when you had spotted it randomly while you were out on a mission, and had told me about it that day, and i know how you like these kind of stuff, so i just thought maybe i could gift you something like this." You said with a smile, while you waited excitedly for his reaction.

Sanzu raised his eyebrows as he nodded and opened his mouth for a few seconds, before looking at you and giving you a smile, "I-its great. Thank you baby." He said, as kept on smiling, and looking at his gift.

You looked at him with confusion, as you had known him long enough to know something was wrong with his reaction. Even if Sanzu was Bonten's No.2, only few people could figure him out enough, if not all, and that included his boss Mikey, his brother Takeomi, and now you. His reaction could fool anyone, but you had dated and known him long enough to know.

Your smile deflated, before your hands fell to your side, as your tone changed, "What?"

"Nothing. I love it sweet cheeks." Sanzu said, as he held the gift in his one hand, while he wrapped his other hand around your waist, his face nearing yours, as he gave you a seductive smile. But you knew him better.

"No. Something's going on." You said, as you looked towards the gift, "Whats wrong with it. I remember you saying how you liked the ring when you had spotted your target wearing it, and that it would look better on you."

"You're right. I did say that. And here I am loving it. Especially since its a gift from you." Sanzu replied, not wavering from his stance and his usual demeanor, but then you felt him slightly furrow his eyebrows, pursing his lips, "...And that when i was returning to the headquarters a few weeks later, i spotted the same exact model in a jewellery shop...and i bought it."

You closed your eyes and faced the ceiling, groaning in frustration, as you let yourself out of his grasp and sitting on the bed dejectedly, "Oh my god...I'm the worst."

"Hey no baby, its really thoughtful." Sanzu said as he quickly set the gift beside and and reached towards you.

"No its not." You said, as you felt guilt fill you inside, "I mean, whats thoughtful is that everything you do for me." I said, my voice slightly quivering, as Sanzu sighed, as he knelt down on his knees, facing you, as he cupped your face with his one hand, while the other held your hand. "Its true baby, i did like your gift, and I'm glad that there is actually a person who cares for me like this in the whole world."

"No, its not better. Even if you work for such a dangerous organization, you still do things for me, while here I am, not even worth it, You know what, here-" You say as you stood up and went towards the closet, as Sanzu stood up.

You removed a box from your closet as you set it down on the bed, as you picked up one thing after the other. "Look here it is, here's the plane tickets you bought me when i was too poor to fly back home to visit my family, here's a necklace you got me before we were dating, and the rose you left in my windshield..just because-"

Sanzu looked at you, as you kept on ranting, as he stared between you and the box which contained all the gifts he had given you, even before and after dating.

"A-and here's the letter which you wrote me to confess your feelings after visiting me numerous times in the coffee shop i frequented regularly, all the pages of it."

Sanzu silently looked at you, too serious for his usual demeanor, matching the attitude he would have when he would be sober and in meetings with the bonten executives.

As you held and looked through the pages, Sanzu silently spoke up lowly, "I can't believe you saved all of this stuff.."

You looked up, as you looked at him in slight surprise, "Of course i did...Its you."

Sanzu stared at you for a few seconds, before reaching towards you and hugging you tightly, before kissing you lovingly, which you reciprocated with the same intensity, before breaking the kiss and hugging tightly.

"That is the most beautiful and thoughtful thing anyone has done for me, and it means a lot for me." Sanzu said, as he kissed your shoulders, still hugging you tightly while you chuckled.

You both stayed like this for a while, basking in each other's presence and warmth, before separating a while later.

Sanzu's eyes gazed at the box, a tint of smile on his scarred lips, before looking at an object in confusion, "Is that a pregnancy test?"

"Oh yea, just the first one. I didn't save them all." I shrugged, making Sanzu shrug in agreement, before diving for a kiss again, making you both fall onto the bed backwards.

[4am-enha]

enha when: they find you crying.

genre: fluff, enha scenarios, fem reader, she/her pronouns used.

pairing: enha member! x reader!

warnings: “kys” phrase used once!!, mentions of blood and injury, bullying, anxiety, breakdown, swearing, suggested romantic relationships (if you’re not comfortable w that).

description/tags: each enha member finding you upset, hurt, or crying, and doing their best to make it better like they always do. short scenarios/imagines, ot7 enhypen (but specific member for each scene), comforting, gentleness, tooth rotting fluff, pet names, hand holding, hugging, etc.

Heeseung - overwhelmed from school work.

The noise that echoed throughout the house from the excessive force you had used slamming your laptop and yelling was concerning- concerning enough to cause Heeseung to rush into the room and look at you with his confused, darting “Bambi” eyes.

“What was that?” He asked worriedly, scanning over the area quickly for anything that might’ve broken, or even worse, harmed you.

You deflated in your chair with an intense frown that would most likely cause you future wrinkles. You put your head down into your arms and sighed followed by an angry grunt. Honestly, you felt like bursting into tears, and that’s exactly what happened next. The tears began to escape, and you were the most obvious crier ever.

Heeseung immediately bent down to your level and rubbed your back slowly for a minute before getting the courage to ask something, “did something happen? You can talk to me.”

“I hate this fucking professor,” the frustration was very evident in your voice, “they just keep piling up assignments like it’s some sick joke and I’m just done with it!”

Heeseung flinched at your tone but let you rant, listening very carefully to what you were upset about, and trying to figure out how to help you out just a bit.

You felt like pulling the hair from your scalp, “I can’t keep doing this Hee, it feels like just when I finish one, I get a new one. I don’t even get the chance to feel accomplished for just a minute because I just have more and more to do. It never ends.”

Heeseung nodded, “how much time do you have left for this one?” he pointed at the paper all crumpled up (from your mini breakdown) beside your laptop.

“This one is new so I have a few days.”

“So you have time to take a little break then?” He put out his hands for you to grab.

“Just a little I suppose,” you took his offer of hands and he pulled you up softly into a hug.

“Come on let’s go on a walk, the fresh air will do you good my little maniac,” he snorted, and you slapped him harshly on the arm, not finding it funny- yet not being able to stop yourself from letting a little smile slip.

You got your jackets and shoes on and started to walk down the street together; Heeseung sulked a little bit when you had not held his hand again right away.

It wasn’t too dark outside yet, but it was getting there. As winter was coming to an end it started to stay lighter outside for longer, and a lot of people were spotted walking their dogs in the evenings more often now. It wasn’t warm enough yet, but it wasn’t too cold either. It was refreshing.

Heeseung kept looking over at you, staring, and smiling. You pretended not to notice at first because you didn’t want to embarrass him, but it was painfully obvious.

“What is it?” You finally whined out, smiling at his almost sickly bashfulness.

“I love you smart girl” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear, while pulling out a singular flower from behind his back for you.

Jay - injury.

The pain was agonising, and it felt as if your knees and palms were violently throbbing.

You were innocently roller skating around the block like you usually did on the weekends when you had abruptly tripped on a small dent in the pavement, causing you to be flung unpreparedly forward and your hands and knees had gotten the worst of it all as you tried to stop yourself from facepalming the ground completely.

You cried involuntarily from the deep pain, but you cried harder when you had dared look at your injuries which looked like something out of a zombie movie- all scraped up and leaking a worrying amount of blood. God knows if some of the pavement and rocks had gotten into it as well. You could only imagine the infection you were about to face.

Jay came flashing around the corner like his life depended on it. He had come with you today (and thankfully so), but he didn’t really like skating so he decided to just walk behind you. He had let you get ahead out of his sight for just a minute, but of course that is when you had to fall, when he wasn’t there beside you.

“Oh my god, are you alright?” Jay sat down on the pavement beside you, carefully bringing you closer toward him in order to hold you.

“It hurts really bad Jay,” you sobbed, wincing each time you tried to move.

“Stop moving. Is it okay if I lift you?”

You shook your head, “you don’t need to,” you tried to get up yourself to prove a point, but you wailed more as your knees trembled in pain.

“Please let me help you,” Jay pleaded with sympathetic eyes.

Jay wiped his thumbs under your eyes softly, wiping away your tears and analyzing your face. His mouth slightly lopsided, not finding your fall amusing for a mere second because of the pain you were feeling from it- even if your clumsiness was adorable to him, and he loved being this close to you

“Fine,” you said under your breath, feeling guilty that you were so helpless to yourself right now, brushing Jay away from your burning face before it became obvious you were flustered by his actions.

As soon as he got the okay, Jay propped you upwards gently and lifted you slowly into his arms, carrying you bridal style down the streets back to your house, where he planned to nurse and spoil you like a princess.

Jay was extremely concerned at the nastiness of your wounds. He always promised himself he would never let you get hurt as long as he could help it. He mentally slapped himself for not being there to stop you from falling- even if it wasn’t really something he could’ve helped.

“This is embarrassing, everyone is looking at us right now,” you mumbled.

“You should get used to it, this won’t be the only time I carry you like this,” Jay winked, smirk on his face.

Jake - bad week.

As you arrived home, you dropped your bags and things onto the floor a little less organized and with less care than usual.

“Jake?” you called out, wondering if he was home yet.

There was no answer. You must have gotten home before him today, which usually happened when he got busy.

You made your way to the kitchen and filled the kettle with water, turning it on, and prepping things to make a hot tea for yourself. You really needed it today.

This whole week had gone to shit. It started off with some major mistakes, bad sleep, and had ended with a Friday full of your boss scolding you.

You were pretty sensitive, so it wasn’t easy to take on, and hiding your upset and disappointment was getting harder.

You zoned out into your thoughts as you stared blankly at the wall, patiently waiting for the kettle to finish boiling.

A pair of familiar arms suddenly snaked around your waist from the back, making you jump.

“Sorry,” Jake giggled, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I thought you weren’t home?” you questioned his lack of response to your call out of his name not too long ago.

The loud ass noise the old kettle produced must have covered up the sound of Jake approaching behind you.

“I heard you, I just couldn’t answer because I was taking a phone call from work,” he apologized.

You nodded with understanding, continuing to make your tea silently.

“You know, you’ve been awfully quiet recently,” Jake rested his chin over your shoulder sensing something was off, hugging you from behind.

(an: in the words of sunghoon- “how romantic”)

You let out a long sigh and fought back tears from the thought of it all, but you lost that battle.

Jake immediately sprung up a bit at the sound, pulling you into a hug, “bad week?”

All you could do was nod.

“It’s the weekend now my love, let’s do something fun,” Jake whispered and ran his palm over the back of your head in a way of comforting you.

“How about we get dressed up and go out to eat?”

Jake knew you loved doing that, because you were always doing it with your besties. You put so much effort and time into your appearance and took pride in it- and Jake admired it. You always looked so beautiful in every way to him.

“That sounds good,” you perked up a little.

“Let’s do it then. Come help me pick out an outfit,” Jake smiled and grabbed your hand eagerly.

“Wait- I need to finish my tea first,” you pulled back.

“Okay then, after your precious tea,” he chuckled, “can you maybe make me one as well?” he clasped his hands together in anticipation, hoping for a yes.

“Of course,” you laughed, finding it cute.

Sunghoon - someone else upsetting you. (TW!!)

“You’re so unfunny,” your ‘friend’ rolled their eyes at you.

You were admittedly a little hurt by that, but you tried not to take it so personally. They were always like that with you, and it was probably just some harmless joke.

You had met up with a friend to hang out for a bit while you waited for Sunghoon to come pick you up a little later.

You never really hung out with this friend often, probably because you always felt uncomfortable around them when it was just you two.

When you were out in your whole friend group, they never acted like this.

Though technically, it wasn’t just you two today. They had invited their crush, who they obviously liked, but wouldn’t admit it. Your friend insisted that they were just friends too.

Bored, you picked up the last brownie from the plate and began to eat it when you felt a pair of eyes stuck on you annoyed.

“I was about to eat that one” the crush of your friend hissed.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know-“

“Whatever. Literally kill yourself,” he blurted at you suddenly.

“What?” you glanced over to your friend, half expecting them to stick up for you and say something, but instead they just giggled along and encouraged it.

You put down the brownie, feeling guilty and now very hurt and a little intimidated. Those kind of ‘jokes’ weren’t something you took lightly for personal reasons.

“In what place do you think you stand to say that to her?” an angry voice came from behind you.

It was Sunghoon, he was early, and had heard everything.

“No go ahead and say it again,” he snapped at the pair sat in front of you sarcastically.

“I said-“ the guy began again, not phased by him yet.

Sunghoon swiftly grabbed the guy by the collar of his shirt, causing panic.

“What?” sunghoon spat, “you said what?”

The guy just shook his head in fear, begging to be let go.

Almost not wanting to, Sunghoon finally let go, “go home to your disappointed mothers, you sad fucking lowlifes,” he turned to you and grabbed your hand, walking away, “come on, we got better things to do.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly as you walked beside him back to the car, not sure how to process it all.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to you, “don’t you ever apologise for shitty people like that.”

“Thank you,” a few tears fell from your eyes.

“You don’t need them. You have me,” he hushed you, “let’s get ice cream on the way, I’ve been dying to get that coffee one again, especially with you,” he smiled at you sweetly.

Sunoo - too anxious to order.

Golden, crispy fries. That’s what you had a sudden craving for, and you could have it- if you would just order it.

But right now, it felt like your feet were glued to the ground and that the counter was miles away. You felt yourself freeze up at the thought of going to order it, repeating the script over and over that you had made up in your head that you were going to use when you ordered.

Ordering sounded like such a simple task, but your anxiety made it feel like a punishment. This happened way too often, and it was such a problem, you often missed out on the things you wanted.

Sunoo looked over to you glancing at the stall, your hands tugging at the hem your own shirt, obviously holding back from something.

“You want some fries don’t you?” Sunoo spoke up, startling you.

“Is it that obvious?” you mumbled.

“It’s okay if you want some, I’ll pay if you don’t have the money,” he smiled, suddenly feeling through his pockets for cash.

“No money isn’t the problem,” you sighed, “it’s fine let’s just keep going.”

Sunoo looked you up and down, you didn’t look like you really wanted to continue on, in fact it looked as if you were mentally beating yourself up about it (which you were), “are you sure?”

“Do you think they have a self service thing? Like at the mcdonald’s?” you kept your eyes on the stall.

Sunoo laughed, “no silly it’s not some food chain, I don’t think a local food stall is that advanced. Come on I can tell you want some,” he dragged you with him up to the stall.

When it was your turn to order, you suddenly froze up.

Then, it made sense. It hit Sunoo exactly why you were so hesitant to go and buy it. You were too anxious, and Sunoo not only felt like a fool for not noticing sooner, but also guilty for forcing you into the situation by accident.

“Do you want the ones with cheese?” he asked you, reaching for your hand secretly, and squeezing it comfortingly to remind you he’s there.

“Huh?”

“Cheese or no cheese?”

“No cheese-“ you answered him with a very confused tone.

“She’ll have the original fries please” Sunoo started ordering for you. It made you smile when you realised that he was aware and understood you.

Shortly after, he collected your fries and you felt yourself almost drooling you were so hungry for them.

“Uh-“ Sunoo cut you off and swung them away from your reach, “taxes”

“What?”

“Since I bought them, I get to eat the first one- it’s a tax” he giggled.

“Okay okay fine.”

Sunoo selected a fry and held it up to your mouth, indicating for you to eat it.

“What about the tax?”

“I’m giving it to you” he smiled, “eat!”

You ate it happily with a wide smile plastered on your face that lingered for the rest of the day.

Jungwon - mental breakdown. ( !! TW !! )

Jungwon was peacefully finishing the episode of the show you had both started watching together. It was just him watching it now, because you had gone upstairs moments ago saying that you weren’t feeling too well. He had asked if you needed anything, but you insisted you just needed to go to sleep- so he let you.

Jungwon couldn’t help but feel like he kept hearing a noise that wasn’t coming from the TV though. It made him pause it a few times and listen out for it.

At first, he convinced himself he was just mishearing it, so he would continue the show- until he finally caught it with the show paused while he was going to make himself a snack in the kitchen.

It was coming from upstairs, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was. He was sure you’d be asleep by now, so he didn’t think it was you making any noise. Maybe it was though, so he decided to check. Just to make sure you hadn’t fell or anything like that.

“y/n?” he called out as he slowly made his way up the stairs.

The noise got louder as he approached the top, and that’s when he heard a bone chilling scream come right from your room.

In a slight panic, he quickly walked over to your room and knocked lightly, “y/n? are you hurt?”

There was no clear answer, so he hesitantly walked in. He didn’t want to intrude but he also didn’t want to just leave encase something serious had really happened. Always better to be safe than sorry right?

Luckily, you weren’t hurt- at least not physically from what Jungwon could tell. There you were sitting on the floor, fingers tangled in your hair, sobbing. It wasn’t a normal cry though, Jungwon could tell you were feeling something deeper right now.

“What’s going on?” he made his way over to you, sitting beside you, gently prompting you to stop tugging on your hair.

You sobbed harder and said some things that weren’t very audibly clear. You were in a messy state of breakdown. That was now obvious to Jungwon, so he was careful with his actions. He didn’t want to upset you any further and was trying to respect any boundaries you might have right now.

He let you cry out what you needed to, and simply just listened and stuck beside you until you became calmer, rubbing his thumb on your hand as he eventually held it (when he thought it was appropriate to do so).

There was no specific reason behind your breakdown, it had just come on suddenly- and it wasn’t something you could help. Jungwon knew that, so asking you what was wrong wasn’t the best thing to ask right now. He knew you probably weren’t willing to talk about it yet.

Instead, Jungwon explored around your room, looking and grabbing things. You watched him curiously, a lot more tranquil as you focused on him, just wondering what he was up to now.

After a few minutes, Jungwon came back over to you, laying a blanket over your shoulders and making sure it covered you up. Then, he arranged your plushies around you and handed you a few of your favorites.

“We’re here,” he smiled, looking at you and moving your hair away from your wet face, “it’s going to be okay now.”

‘We’ must have meant the group of teddies accompanying you both.

He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight, “I love you sweet.”

“I know” you teased, making him smile again with a small scoff.

Niki - misunderstanding.

As you stormed past him, Niki instantly knew you were mad.

“Hey, what happened?” he chased after you.

“YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED,” you yelled back at him, deliberately trying not to look at him.

“I really don’t, I promise!” Niki was more confused than ever right now. He couldn’t think of anything that he could have done to upset you like this.

“The fucking audacity you have,” you pointed at him aggressively.

“y/n. I want to listen to you, I do,” Niki began, making you stop yelling for a second, “but first I need you to calm down-“

“CALM DOWN?” you hated being told that.

“Okay maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say, that’s my fault, but please hear me out,” he pleaded, a little scared and worried he had just blown his only chance.

You stopped, folded your arms, and stared at him with a pissed expression, “go on then. Explain.”

“When I said calm down, I meant that I just wanted you to talk to me, in a way I can fully understand you without starting arguments,” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

You took a breath in, “Okay.”

Niki nodded, “let’s go sit down and talk.”

You agreed and followed him to the chairs.

“I understand you’re angry with me, and I know it must be frustrating that I’m asking you why, when I should be aware of doing something like that, but I am being completely honest when I tell you I am misunderstanding you. So please, explain to me, so I can correct it,” Niki stated calmly.

He was now surprising you with his communication skills. You felt a bit stupid now, like you’d been very childish. It made you feel a little guilty, so you worked with him now.

“I saw a notification on your phone, from a girl, telling you she loves you with a bunch of hearts. I don’t recognize the name,” you admitted, still bitter.

“Okay, let me see,” Niki pulled out his phone and clicked it on, displaying the notification. He held back a laugh.

You noticed, and it blew your short temper again, “THIS IS ENTERTAINING FOR YOU?”

“No love, it’s just, that’s my grandma..” he snorted a little.

“Let me see,” you snatched it from him- feeling like he didn’t see it properly.

“I don’t believe you,” you stated unconvinced.

“That’s okay, I can show you,” Niki opened up his phone and pulled up the messages. He scooted a little closer to you so you could see it clearly.

He was right. Now you felt even more stupid.

“Here,” he handed you the phone, “you can have it as long as you need to. I don’t mind what you do- just please don’t harass my grandma,” he joked.

You handed it back to him, “no it’s fine. I trust you.”

“Listen y/n I know you might not trust me fully yet because of the way you’ve been mistreated by others in the past, but hopefully I can prove myself to you soon,” he smiled innocently, “in the meantime, please talk to me first?” he held out his pinkie.

You linked yours with his, making a promise that you’d communicate like this from now on.

“Thank you for giving your trust to me though, I won’t take it for granted,” he pecked your cheek swiftly.

“It’s not that funny,” you mumbled at his giggles.

“No it’s not, it’s just you’re so cute when you’re angry,” he laughed a little more, causing you two to wrestle each other.

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Hi friend!

Can you write Rafe Cameron x a teenmom!reader? Whether it be his kid or not, I just wanna see what he would be like dating someone who has a kid and how awkward he'd be (cuz it's not like he has a very good role model to go off of lol).

Thank you! I hope you have a lovely anniversary vacation and I'm looking forward to reading what you write in 2023!!

Oh I love this concept so much. For the sake of challenge, I'm going to write Rafe dating someone who had a kid in their teens, but who has a kid who's not his! Thank you for all of your kind words, you have no clue how much I appreciate you.

"She's four Rafe, she's not going to hurt you." I whisper, reaching up to cup my anxious boyfriends cheeks in my hands, feeling his heated skin beneath my touch.

"I'm allowed to be nervous." He mutters, shaking his arms out in an attempt to calm his nerves but just by the frantic look in his eyes, I can tell he's failing at calming down.

"She's gonna rip you apart if she smells your fear." I tease, watching his eyes widen and his shoulders deflate and I can't help the loud laugh that leaves me. He shakes his head, cursing under his breath as I fish my keys out of my pocket.

"Oh my god, you are not helping." He mutters, pushing me away from him as I open the door behind me, reaching out to pat his chest once more.

"Mia! Munchkin, get out here!" I call out, hearing her footsteps upstairs as they trample down the stairs, giggles erupting throughout the house. She skids to a stop in front of us, cute button nose scrunching as she peers between Rafe and I, her tiny finger motioning between the two of us.

"Is this Rafe?" She asks, already full of sass, and her eyes squint up at Rafe who shakes like a leaf beside me. I can tell that he's contemplating whether to answer for me or introduce himself but after a moment of awkward silence, I take initiative.

"Yeah baby." I reach out to her, pulling her up into my arms with a grunt so she can get on Rafe's level, her eyes trailing over him, soaking his presence in.

"He's like a giant." She whispers to me but she does a poor job at keeping it secretive because Rafe's brows raise in a teasing look, a hand slapping over his chest to feign offense.

"Wow, ouch." He grins, blue eyes shining with excitement as he looks down at Mia. I told him that she would try to pick on him and bully him in an attempt to maintain control and that he should take it as a good sign if she cares enough to tease him.

"So you're dating my mom?" She asks, wrapping her arms around my neck in an attempt to be protective but instead she smothers me, her hair sticking to my face and lips.

"Yep." Rafe nods, reaching out to brush her hair out of my face and I mutter a quiet thank you, reaching out to take his hand in mine.

"Interesting." Mia hums, cute brows furrowing as she folds her arms across her chest, tilting her as if she's continuing her inspection of Rafe who's as stiff as a board beside me.

"That's her new favorite thing to say to everything. She claims it makes her sound smarter."

"Well, she is your kid." Rafe chuckles under his breath, shoving his hands into his pockets with a teasing shake of his head.

"Is he staying for dinner?" She asks, looking up at him with hopeful eyes and I feel a wave of relief wash over me at the realization that she wouldn't ask me that if she didn't want him to stay. Rafe must have a similar feeling come over him because he gives me an eager look, smile only growing wider.

"Yeah, are you gonna share your chicken tenders?" I ask with a knowing smirk and her eyes widen, lips tugging down into a firm, stern pout. She always get what she wants with that look.

"Nope! He has to earn it!" Mia runs away with Rafe trailing behind her, his finger trapped tightly in her fist as she pulls him towards the kitchen. I grin, clasping my fists under my chin as I hear him whisper to her.

"You're just like your mom, she never shares her food."

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𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟑 | 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒: 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒

𝐂𝐖: bullying, fighting, slight mention of blood (bloody nose)

𝐀/𝐍: me after writing this in one day :3 sleep? nuh uh

𝐖𝐂: 5,100 +

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

the morning air felt perfect against your face as you resisted falling back asleep while standing in front of aphmau’s house. the red door that distantly stood in your vision reminded you of last evening, when you felt much less calm than now.

you hold your breath as you slowly turn to look behind you, scanning the quiet street. the black vehicle no longer stood out against your vision, your eyes only meeting vacant asphalt where it had been before. 

the early morning sun still felt cool as it reflected off the puddles on the ground, evidence of last night’s rainy storm. your lungs shakily deflate as you relax, focusing on the morning birdsong and distant cars passing on a main street nearby.

clearing your throat, you decide to just text aphmau to ask what was taking so long. your messages immediately pull up to last night’s conversation.

laurance: hey, i have to walk to school tomorrow cause my sister isn’t going

laurance: want to meet up and walk together tomorrow?

aphmau: yeah!

you: yeah for sure! meet in front of aph’s at 7:40.

laurance: cool, i’ll see you guys in the morning!

aphmau: goodnight!

you: goodnight guys :)

read yesterday, 9:20 pm

you hum to yourself, tapping your shoe against the sidewalk as you switch to your messages with aphmau.

you: i’m out front, you almost ready?

aphmau: yeah, so sorry! got distracted ><

aphmau: i’ll be outside in a sec

you: no prob!

it’s only a minute later that aphmau appears from her front door, hair bouncing as she quickly jogs down the steps and stops in front of you. her hair is down today, falling in light, natural-looking curls against her shoulder. 

“i woke up late and didn’t feel like styling my hair,” she explains, patting down her loose strands when she notices your gaze directed on her head.

“it’s pretty,” you simply return, reassuring her with a smile and a nod.

she relaxes, muttering a “thank you,” before rubbing her eyes with a yawn.

“did you stay up late or something?”

aphmau freezes, before slowly nodding her head.

“uh, yeah… there’s this online friend i have. i accidentally stayed up too late with him playing our favorite game together.”

you make a small “ooohh” sound in return.

“that’s fun. have y’all been friends for a long time?”

“yeah! like, two years.”

“aw, that’s nice. what does he look like, what’s his name?”

“uhhh…”

you blink, staring at her expectantly.

“well, we don’t know what each other looks like… and his online name is fc.” she admits, pressing her lips together and tugging on a strand of her hair. 

“…you’ve been friends for two years but you don’t even know each other's names? what if he’s some random old man?”

aphmau huffs, crossing her arms.

“well, i mean… i think it’s safer if we’re both anonymous. besides, we’re just friends.”

you hum, tilting your head in thought.

“yeah. i guess you’re right.”

aphmau bites her lip, eyebrows pinching together as she looks away in thought. she glances back at you hesitantly, like she was debating whether she should bring something up to you or not.

“what is it?”

“…i’m just nervous about the whole ivy situation.”

you sigh, biting your lip as you stare down at your feet in thought.

“she’s smart about how she’s doing it. no witnesses, holding the risk of our reputations over our heads. we need to find a way to get her caught without making it obvious.”

“morning!” laurance calls from behind you, his voice still a bit hoarse from sleep.

you turn to greet the boy, taking in his appearance. he seemed to have rushed this morning, the tie to his uniform slightly undone and hair still mussed from sleep.

“we’ll figure something out later,” you whisper to aphmau, to which she nods briskly.

“what’s up?” he asks, noticing your hushed voices and secretive formation.

“we’re having a secret girl meeting. without you.”

his eyebrows raise in surprise before he barks out a small laugh in amusement.

“fair enough.”

☆

you haven’t seen aphmau for most of the day since you parted from her at the school’s front doors—and it was something that was bothering you.

based on the smug tilt of ivy’s lips when she watched you walk into your homeroom this morning, you have a serious feeling she’s up to something, and you definitely prefer to be with aphmau when it happens.

does she genuinely not have anything better to do?

your stomach feels heavy as you enter the art classroom, especially when your eyes land on the kind-natured blonde who smiles and waves at your appearance. you feel bad at the tempting thought to ignore his welcoming face and sit on the other side of the classroom, just to avoid the wrath of the snake who now stays wrapped up in your thoughts.

your jaw sets in place, stubbornly throwing away the idea as soon as it enters your head. it’s not his fault, and you weren’t going to throw away your chance at a new friend group because of some girl’s crazy crush. 

“hey guys,” you greet your small friend group, sitting between laurance and aphmau and leaning over to smile at garroth.

your eyes stay trained on aphmau’s for an extra moment longer as you lean back. she merely blinks, smiling calmly at your silent questioning. she hasn’t had any run-ins, then. good.

“ok, class. today we’re going to practice by doing a figure-drawing exercise. would anyone like to be a model for the class?”

you blink in surprise as aphmau’s hand raises, volunteering with an, “i will!”

“not as shy as i thought,” laurance notes as aphmau strides her short legs to the center of the classroom, hoisting herself up onto the stool.

“anxious but extroverted. an interesting combo,” you conclude his thought with a laugh as garroth scoots closer to the two of you.

the three of you start your portraits, your chatter quieting as you focus on the drawings in front of you. occasionally, garroth glances at yours and laurance’s pages, his lips forming into a pout out of the corner of your eye. you turn to look at him, tilting your head forward to catch his eye as he glares down at his paper.

“what?” you question him simply, your smile light and teasing.

his eyes nervously dart to you, unable to escape as you lean into his vision.

“ugh,” he groans, scribbling his graphite harshly against the page. “i’m just not good at art.”

he hides his work from you with his arm as you lean forward, trying to get a glance at his page.

“i’m sure it’s not that bad,” you encourage, lightly tugging on his forearm.

his ears turn red, barely hidden by the medium-length sandy blonde strands that curled around them. he sighs in defeat, lifting his arm to reveal the crude drawing underneath. laurance immediately giggles in amusement from beside you, his hand muffling the noise as he glances over your shoulder. 

garroth turns to glare at him, and you deliver a light kick to the boy’s shin with a scolding look.

“no, yeah. it’s not that bad!” laurance says between laughs, before snorting as he looks down at the page again. “not bad at all.”

you pitifully glance back at garroth who was now blankly staring at his page, the corner of his lips turning down in an embarrassed smile.

“well… i see his potential. if he practiced-”

“aw, i think you’re too sweet on him,” laurance leans into you, ruffling your hair with a grin. “no need to lie.”

“don’t be rude! everyone has their strengths and weaknesses.”

laurance glances down at your page with a pointed look and raised eyebrows. 

“funny, coming from clearly the best artist out of the three of us. no need to be humble.”

you sigh, exasperated at laurance’s teasing nature.

“yeah, you’re way better than i could be, even if i practiced,” garroth glances over at your sketch.

“well, i practice art a lot as a hobby. if i went out and tried to play baseball or soccer i’d probably never be on either of your levels. it’s not a bad thing, i’ve just never played.”

garroth purses his lips, still staring down your and laurance’s pages.

“can you teach me?”

“huh?”

“can you give me some tips on how to draw better?”

you blink, before nodding with a smile. “yeah, sure. maybe you two can teach me to play your sports as payment.”

he smiles, and laurance ruffles your hair once more before leaning off of you.

“sure, sounds like a good deal to me. speaking of, laurance, how’s the soccer team looking this year?”

“you play soccer?” aphmau questions, returning back to her place as garroth makes room for her.

“yep! i’m the captain this year.”

“woah, awesome!”

“yeah, and i haven’t forgotten about the schedule. i’ll give one to both of you when it comes out.”

“like you don’t have fan girls lining up to watch you already,” garroth rolls his eyes. “looking to add to your collection.”

“hey! this is different,” laurance pouts. “and you’re one to talk about fangirls.”

you make eye contact with aphmau, who gives you a look that says, “no, seriously.”

“and to answer your question,” he sighs. “the team is a mess this year. all our good players graduated last year. we’ll be lucky to make it through the season in one piece. what about you?”

“meh, it’s fine so far. dante’s been coming to practice and he’s not half bad. we might have a decent lineup.”

that was that gene guy’s little brother, right? you haven’t met him yet.

the bell interrupts your conversation, signaling the beginning of the athletics period.

“ok, class! be sure to turn in your drawings at the front before leaving. you’re dismissed. oh, and miss salome, you can turn in any drawing next class period so i can evaluate your skill level.”

“oh, okay! thank you!”

“ooh, real quick! let’s take a selfie!” aphmau whips out her phone, pulling you in by the arm and waving at the two boys to get in frame.

“hm? what for?” garroth questions, though still leans down, perching his head close to yours.

“ummm… cause we’re art buddies!” she shrugs, making room for laurance as he squeezes his face in the shot between our shoulders.

the four of you smile, and she clicks in a few pictures before letting the three of you go.

“those were cute. send me them, please!” you ask, leaning over her shoulder and gazing at the photos on her screen.

“me too.” the boys say in unison, and she joyfully nods at all of your requests.

“oh, here’s my number so you can send that to me,” he says, pulling a loose sheet of paper from his bag and scribbling down on it, ripping it in half and handing one to each of you.

garroth and laurance wave as your group splits apart by the doorway, leaving you walking with aphmau down the hall.

“where are you going for athletics, aph?”

“i think the off season kids are running on the track today. are you going?”

“actually, i was gonna practice volleyball today. katelyn invited me.”

“ooh, that’s fun! maybe i can skip out and watch…?” she wonders aloud, stopping in front of one of the girls' bathrooms. “oh hey, i need to use the restroom, mind waiting for me?”

you shrug, following her in and leisurely stopping in front of the mirror to check yourself out while she steps into one of the stalls. you notice her go in with her backpack, and you curiously stare at the closed stall door.

“oh, are you changing in here?”

“…yeah. i don’t really like changing in front of people, and all of the bathroom and shower stalls kept getting taken before i could get to them last week. that’s how i ended up alone with ivy and her group on friday—cause i had to wait to change.”

you hum softly in understanding.

“that makes sense. i usually face the wall when i change,” you purse your lips in thought. “if you want, we can start changing in here and walking to the gym together.”

you hear a sigh of relief as you hear  her clothes shuffle some more and the stall door unlock. she comes out in the athletics uniform, tying up her hair in a ponytail and kicking her backpack out onto the floor in front of her. 

“that would be awesome, you’re the best.”

you smile with a shrug, turning to the bathroom door when you hear it swing open. the smile immediately drops when you see ivy step in, her nose wrinkling at you as if she had just smelled something foul. her shorter friend–who you still haven’t caught the name of–silently walks in behind her, face still and emotionless as she looks the two of you up and down.

“well if it isn’t the two tramps trying to steal my man from me.”

you can’t help but scoff at her, stepping closer to aphmau and picking her backpack up, singing it up for her to grab. you feel a strange burning sensation in your chest, hands beginning to shake from anger. 

“i’m not even going to entertain your petty jealousy. maybe if you weren’t so pathetic about your crush you’d actually be dating garroth, but instead you’re harassing his friends the first second he makes any,” you snatch aphmau’s wrist, dragging her past the two girls before they could block your way out and turning to the taller girl as she stares at you in disgusted shock.

“stop messing with us. unlike you, i don’t make empty threats.”

aphmau yelps as her hand slips from yours, her head snapping back as ivy’s polished fingers wrap around her ponytail.

you whip around, using the momentum to slide your bag off your shoulders and swing it around into the girl’s head. she lets go of her teary eyed victim, carmine hair flying out of place as she stumbles back.

her friend doesn’t seem too loyal about the situation, stepping back to the wall as she watches everything unfold with dispassionate eyes.

you don’t pay much mind to her, vision red as you focus in on the girl clutching her head as she turns her head back to you with an equally furious look on her face. you pull aphmau out of the way, practically sliding her across the tile before digging your fingers into ivy’s uniform shirt and using your leg to kick her knees out from under her, taking you both down to the ground.

“bitch.”

she lets out an irritated shriek, her hands flying up and catching you right in the nose. you groan in pain, eyes tearing up and giving her an opening to rip at the strands of your hair, her nails raking and scratching your cheek.

“stop!” aphmau calls your name, sounding worried and shaken.

you ignore her pleading voice, too focused on the strange burning and flooding sensation in your nose. gritting your teeth, you use one hand to hold her wrist from ripping a chunk of your hair out, sitting above her as you wind your other hand back and deliver a harsh slap against her face. her hand lets go of you, instead covering her face as you ball your fist, punching her head and pulling at her hands to try and get a better hit in.

“ladies!” a stern feminine voice pierces the hallway, causing you to freeze in place.

you turn with wide eyes to see mrs.hwit marching towards you all, her expression full of disbelief and disappointment.

“just what do you think you’re doing?!”

you immediately regret what you did, glancing down at the girl. her cheek was red from where you slapped her and her round bright blue eyes were filled with tears as she manipulatively blinked up in innocence at the teacher. 

“mrs.hwit,” she blabbers, her demeanor completely different from just before. “aphmau attacked me again and got her friend to join in!”

“silence, miss veleno.” the stern gray-haired lady snaps, hands firmly placed on her hips. 

you clamber back from where you sat on top of her, chest heavy when you realize what you just did sets in. you watch ivy flinch at the harsh tone mrs.hwit gave her, clearly unexpecting for this to not go her way.

“but—“

“this is the second fight you’ve been involved in, ivy, and from the looks of it you did a good amount of beating on this young lady as well. for goodness sake, her nose is bleeding. don’t play innocent.”

your eyebrows pinch as your hand gingerly comes up to your nose, a soft moan of pain leaving your lips at the dull pain. you retract your hand to see red smeared across it. now that the adrenaline has begun to leave your body, you also become aware of how the blood has begun to drip down into your mouth and chin, leaving a gross metal taste against your tongue. your cheek burns and pulses where ivy dug into it with her nails.

“i should give all four of you detention. this is unacceptable.”

you clamber up to your feet at this, holding your hand against your nose as it begins to feel strangely… tight? against your skin? what was happening?

“it was just me and ivy who fought each other, they didn’t do anything,” your words tumble quickly from your lips, guilt building in your chest as you finally glance back at aphmau.

she’s staring at the ground, bottom lip pinched between her teeth and eyes closed over with tears.

mrs.hwit sighs, going silent for a moment as her mouth twists in disappointment. 

“then you and miss veleno can spend your time in detention after school today apologizing to each other. if this happens one more time it’ll be an in school suspension for a whole week!”

your heart drops, and you fight off the tears pricking your eyes at the woman’s harsh tone.

“yes ma’am…”

“now i want ivy to come with me right now to explain herself, and i will be talking to you,” she looks at you pointedly. “before your detention starts.”

“now alex and aphmau get on to athletics right now. and you… go to the nurse for your nose if it’s bad enough. come along miss veleno.”

ivy clambers up in shock, holding her cheek and turning to send you one last glare before following after mrs. hyria who was now furiously marching her way down the hall. you groan again, wiping away your nose and turning to look at aphmau again.

at the other end of the hall you catch that delinquent boy from the park—gene—staring right at you with an impressed smirk on his face. he silently laughs to himself before disappearing around the corner.

“um… what?” she glances down at the empty hall before turning back to you. “are you okay?”

her voice is shaky and stuttered, and you sigh as you wipe the blood from your face, nodding with a groan.

“yeah… sorry, i don’t know why i reacted like that.”

she shakes her head, waving her hands in disbelief.

“no i—i mean—“ she stutters, before sighing. “thank you for defending me. maybe she’ll leave us alone now?”

you turn to where ivy’s friend was before, only to see she must’ve quietly left the scene when you weren’t looking.

“i hope so. hey, go on to gym class. i don’t want you to get in trouble for sticking around. i’ll talk to you later.”

aphmau hesitates. “are you sure you’re okay?”

you nod, hunching over your bag and slinging it back over your shoulders.

“yep.”

she nods, glancing at you one last time before running off, the little charms on her backpack clinking along with her. you sigh, rolling your neck as you slowly make your way to the girls’ locker room.

your eyes tear up as you process what just happened, holding back a sob as you finally make it to the door, rushing inside.

you didn’t want to go to the nurse. you didn’t want to see anyone right now.

you let your backpack fall down onto the tile floor, stepping in front of one of the many sinks and leaning forward into the mirror to assess the damage done to your face. your eyebrows pinch together when you look back at your reflection, nothing really amiss except for the blood still smeared across your nose and your hair tangled and mussed.

grabbing a paper towel, you run it under the water and use it to wipe the blood from your face. your nose only had a slightly dull pain as you pressed your fingers against it, and what should’ve been deep welts on your cheek was only a slight red irritation. ivy had dug her hand into you, you should’ve looked a lot worse for wear than you did right now.

“…the hell?”

“oh, there you are! what are you doing?” katelyn questions, appearing in the mirror behind you and taking in your ruffled hair. “did you fall asleep in class or something?”

“uh, yeah... sorry,” you nervously laugh, glancing back at your unmarked face one more time before turning to her. “i’ll change super quick and be out there.”

she stares at you for a moment, frowning at your reddened eyelids and the glossy look in your eyes. she shrugs her shoulders after you don’t say anything further, and turns to walk back out of the locker room.

“alright, me and the ladies will be waiting for you on the court.”

☆

“got it!” you call, running up to the net and jumping, slamming your hand down onto the ball.

katelyn whistles as it lands in bounds in the back end of the other side of the court, concluding the last exercise of practice. the light cheers of teony and nicole–who was a close friend of katelyn’s–follow. everyone crowds together at the center of the court, clapping and putting their hands together.

“lady phoenixes on three!” katelyn announces.

“one, two, three, lady phoenixes!” everyone chants, before tiredly retreating back to the locker room.

“you’re pretty good!” nicole comes up to you, her dark copper hair falling out of her high ponytail.

she stood shorter than the rest of the team and even just slightly under your height. she played the libero position, and was pretty impressive with her diving and saving skills from what you saw. her eyes were a brilliant shade of gray, outlined by thick black lashes. freckles dot along her face like constellations, gathering mostly along her nose and cheekbones. 

“thanks,” you smile, your mood feeling much lighter than it did at the beginning of the period.

teony and katelyn follow up behind her, the former coming to your side and wrapping her arms around your shoulders. despite her hard work all practice, she still managed to have her fruit-scented perfume stuck to her skin, the sweet smell invading your nose.

“seriously, it’s too bad the season has already started,” the chestnut skinned girl rested her cheek against your head, her chime-sounding voice.

katelyn nods, humming in thought as she rests her hand against her hip.

“yeah… do you want to come to practices during the athletics period? if you keep improving i bet you could get on varsity next year.”

“seriously?” you ask in surprise.

“yeah, you were seriously crazy with your spikes. you should think about it, we’d love you on the team,” nicole pipes in.

“for sure, sounds like fun!”

“cool,” katelyn nods, nudging your arm with a smile. “i am kinda glad we don’t have after school practice today, i’m tired.”

“seriously, i’m gonna go home and take a nap,” teony sighs lightly, releasing you from her embrace and stretching out her limbs.

the four of you gather your things in the locker room, but the girls turn to you in confusion when you turn to walk further into the school instead of going along with them to the exit.

“hey, where are you going?”

“oh, uh… i forgot something in one of the classrooms. i’ll catch you guys later.”

teony makes a small noise as if she has remembered something important, dashing back to you and pulling her phone out. she hands it to you, the sunflower charm attached to the pink phone dangling in the air.

“here, put your number in and i’ll share it with kate and nicki, okay?”

“oh, sure!” you smile, quickly tapping in your contact into the cheery girl’s list.

after you finish she waves goodbye, walking off with the other two out the doors.

that’s if i still have a phone after i get back home today.

you find the doors to detention, thankfully not finding anyone you know in the hallways on the way like aphmau had just days before. you step inside, immediately landing your eyes on the girl you had taken down in the hall just about an hour earlier.

her eyes dart to yours, mouth curling up as she glares at you. any sorrow you might’ve felt for her earlier leaves at her ugly expression. you stare her down, tongue rolling against the inside of your teeth as you sit as far from her as possible. you’re not sure what face you’re making back, but she’s the first to break eye contact, face faltering into a peculiar look.

before you can take a seat, the clicking of mrs.hyria’s shoes makes her presence known in the room. you turn around, getting a ‘come hither’ finger wave from the woman instead of words.

great. 

you two quietly make it into the hall, even going as far as turning the next corner so you wouldn’t be eavesdropped on.

“now before you go explaining yourself,” she starts, taking a heavy breath. the maternal aura she gives off sends a lump straight into your throat, especially in this situation. “you know my daughter is lucinda.”

you look up at her with confused eyes, nodding slowly at her words.

“now, i’m not one to necessarily take sides in these situations. however, from what i’ve seen, and from what i’ve heard from lucinda and her friends, i can tell you’re a good girl,” her voice lowers to a whisper. “and i wasn’t born yesterday. i know when girls are being sneaky.”

she crosses her arms, lifting her reading glasses off her head and readjusting them in her hair.

“next time something like this happens… i can promise you telling an adult will end up much better for you than handling it yourself. do you understand what i’m saying?”

“yes ma’am…”

she opens her mouth to continue, but leans forward with a confused hum.

“did you go to the nurse earlier?”

“i—no ma’am.”

one of her hands gingerly touches your cheek, as well as brushing along your nose and under your eyes.

“strange… no swelling? not even a scratch mark? it looked like she broke your nose earlier.”

you blink. so it wasn’t just your imagination.

“i guess it looked worse than it was.”

“now, what’s happening?”

you gulp, looking nervously around at the hall for any eavesdroppers.

“um… just petty drama that aphmau and i were dragged into. it’s really ridiculous.”

“boys?”

you sigh.

“yeah. jealousy, and not on our part.”

she hums, rolling her eyes.

“but, mrs.hwit?”

“yes…?”

“i—“ you hesitate, stuttering in your words. “aphmau and i don’t want to be known for… you know, all of this in our first week. can you not get ivy in any more trouble for this?”

“what?”

“i mean… if she does anything else i will definitely say something. but if she knows i said something now i’m afraid words will get passed around school no matter how it plays out,” you clear your throat. “and i have a feeling she won’t pull something like that again.”

her lips flatten against each other, and she reaches up a finger to rub one of her arched, thin eyebrows with a deep exhale from her nose.

“alright, i understand where you’re coming from. i’ll sweep it under the rug this time, but if you get into another fight you will also be in very deep trouble.”

“yes ma’am, thank you.”

“alright, now go do your homework or something,” she dismisses you, exasperatedly waving her hands for you to move along. “i’ll see you tomorrow in class, dear.”

☆

“why on earth did i get a call from the school saying you were in a fight?” mom stands waiting for you in the doorway, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

you release a tense sigh, dropping your bag onto the floor of the entryway.

“because i got in a fight.”

“did you win?” your dad calls from the living room.

“yep.”

“good.”

your mom throws up her hands in utter disbelief, turning her head to glare at him through the doorway as he sits in the living room.

“what? you know she wouldn’t have done that if she didn’t have a good reason.”

she crosses her arms, turning to look back at you. a second passes before she makes a confused face, stepping closer to you and inspecting you with her hands on your shoulders.

“well the school made it sound bad, but you don’t look like she got a single hit on you.”

“yeah well, she did. it was the strangest thing, actually. my nose bled everywhere and she scratched me really badly on my cheek, but it almost immediately healed up… like nothing happened at all. isn’t that weird? even the teacher thought my nose was broken, but i’m fine.”

she freezes, back straightening as she looks down at you with a frighteningly strange look on her face. was it almost… horror? you realize that whatever your dad was tinkering with in the living room had also gone eerily quiet, as you look up at your mom with equally widened eyes.

“…what? why are you looking at me like that?”

she seemingly snaps out of it shaking her head.

“oh no, that is weird. it must’ve looked worse than it actually was. you’ve always had a… really great immune system.”

“yeah, i guess.” you mutter.

she suddenly clears her throat, retreating further back into the house.

“so what was the fight about?”

you sigh, repressing a groan as you prepare yourself to explain everything all over again. when you finish, your mom is staring at you dumbfoundedly.

“why didn’t you tell me this?”

“cause it’s so dumb that i didn’t think it would even get to this point. and by the second week, no less.”

she raises her eyebrows, nodding.

“yeah. this story makes this ivy girl sound really silly.”

“that’s what i’m saying,” you toss your arms up, before beginning to retreat upstairs for a much-needed shower.

“well next time—“

“tell an adult. i will.”

“or just beat them up worse than last time.” your dad hollers after you.

“do not do that!”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own

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[what-immortal-hand-or-eye]

20. The things you said I wasn't meant to hear; Vashwood

I am feeling soft and squishy this morning, so ignore how long it's been since you sent in this ask and enjoy These Two Dipshits. Inspired by me nearly giving myself hypothermia.

Vash woke up feeling amber-warm and soft. He'd worked himself to the bone the day before, caught in torrential rains that sent mudslides thundering down the hills towards the town. Hours of slinging sandbags and bracing rickety synth wood posts that swelled and burst in the rain with Wolfwood at his side.

Once they'd stemmed the tide, Wolfwood had taken one look at Vash and slung him over his shoulder, saying he looked like a drowned cat. Vash hadn't argued, the downpour sapping his strength and leaving him shivering. He hadn't protested as Wolfwood dragged him bodily into the inn and into their shared room, peeling him out of his sodden leathers and calling him a "sad, skinny onion". Vash's only response had been a wet sneeze.

Since they'd forgone their heroes' feast, one of the servers brought up two plates and hot buttered rum, with a thank you note signed by the patrons. Wolfwood bullied him into eating, even as every bite felt like chewing through bricks and he feared passing out with a mouthful of macaroni.

He didn't really remember falling asleep, and didn't care. He was pressed against Wolfwood's side, barely aware of the world around them. The only thing he could make out with any certainty was the soft hum of his voice.

"Needle-noggin," he murmured. "The needliest noggin. Vash the Stampede. The Humanoid Typhoon. Nah, not a typhoon. Cen't even stand a little rain. Shivery beanpole. Featherhead. How is your hair so soft when you put all'a that shit in it, huh?" He ran a hand lightly over Vash's hair. "Soft as your heart. I swear, you'd still be out there helpin' if I hadn't dragged your sorry ass in." He rambled, saying whatever popped into his head. "Needle-noggin. My needle-noggin."

His.

Vash was his.

Wolfwood kept on, voice barely above a whisper. "Milly calls folks honey. Are you a 'honey'? Sweet enough to be. Sweet to me." He aimlessly brushed his knuckles along Vash's shoulder. "You'd laugh if I called you that, though. Call me a sap. Maybe I am."

It was a good thing that Vash's face was buried under the blanket. His cheeks were red hot.

"Honey," Wolfwood whispered, voice still gravelly from sleep. "Sweetheart. You got a big, sweet heart, doncha, darlin'?" He kept gently stroking Vash's shoulder, fingers tracing the length of his stump.

Vash was going to die.

Wolfwood curled up close to him, wrapping him in his arms. "Let's sleep the day away. I'm still cold as hell, and we've got nowhere to be. Whaddya say?"

"Okay."

He felt Wolfwood freeze, all of the gooeyness leaving him at once.

"Spikey."

Vash kept his face pressed into Wolfwood's ribs, his eyes squeezed shut. "M?"

"How long have you been awake?" Wolfwood's voice was taut with embarrassment.

He shrugged. "Dunno. I'm still really out of it." He tried to keep his voice blamelessly breezy. When he shifted his head up to finally look at Wolfwood, he saw that his face was a deep crimson. "Thanks for staying with me."

Wolfwood deflated, clearly thinking he was in the clear. "'Course, needle-noggin."

Vash grinned. "And by the way, my hair's so soft because I use conditioner."

He laughed as Wolfwood shoved him off the bed.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

To Cry Uncle

🐦‍⬛ Alright, alright, let's get this show on the road 🐦‍⬛

Does Two of us make a Murder of Crows? … Or an Unkindness of Ravens?

BAM!!

The door slammed open, rattling the attic from its impact. Scattered papers shook, and even the inky letters spilled onto them seemed to tremble too.

A man in a top hat and feathered cape barreled in. From her writing desk, a girl cloaked in the same sleek, dark feathers bristled and set down her quill.

"U-Uncle?! Don't scare me like that," Raven gently chided him. "You could have at the very least considered knocking before barging in unannounced."

It was something which the headmaster of Night Raven College made a habit to do. Lectures, labs—he arrived whenever he pleased, then disappeared just as quickly. Some called him a whimsical genius (well, usually it came from his own mouth), but most called him mad and unpredictable.

But today he wore a frown instead of a smile, was less bird-like and more pitiable kitten drenched in the rain. Dragging out a sigh and a sob, Crowley threw his arms around Raven. His talons dug into his mark, the other hand woefully stroking her hair—hair which would have dampened if he had released any real tears.

"Raven-kun!!" he cried out, “Oh, it’s awful! Dreadful! The most preposterous thing happened to me on my morning stroll. You’ll hear me out, won’t you, my dear niece?”

Awful? Dreadful? Preposterous? More awful, dreadful, and preposterous than the slew of Overblots that had plagued their once-peaceful academy? She had her doubts, but entertained him nevertheless.

"… Alright, what has got you so out of sorts?" Raven asked wearily. (Her question came out muffled, on account of being pressed against her guardian’s chest.) She had learned to be patient with him, but prepared for the catastrophizing.

Perhaps the cafeteria ran out of his favorite meat pies. He’s been looking forward to that all week.

“I found a gaggle of students skipping class!” Crowley burst out, breaking their hug. Exaggerated distress turned his voice into a trill. “On Main Street, of all places! Before the very eyes of the most venerable Great Seven! They would surely be heartbroken to know that the children of today sullied the good name of Night Raven College!”

Raven tried to nod understandingly and pat his back. Quiet methods of coaxing him to let it all out

“Of course, I did my due diligence as headmaster of this esteemed institution and confronted the boys at once,” Crowley continued—puffing with a pinch of pride at the mention of his status before soon deflating. “Ooh, but I was so rudely rebuked!! The students ignored my very reasonable plea to return to class, then proceeded to ignore or insult me—ME!! Their beloved headmaster!

"Belittled and bullied by my very own pupils…" He sniffed loudly. "It’s a cruel fate, but someone has to discipline ignorant, misbehaving children--and so it fell upon my shoulders! I unleashed my Lash of Love upon them and deposited the hooligans back in Professor Trein's lecture!"

"You did what you could to resolve the situation, Uncle," Raven replied, her words carefully stroking his ego. "You are ever so magnanimous."

"I am, aren't I!" Crowley agreed. "Alas, a teacher's work is thankless! What has come of the younger generation?! And what have I done to deserve this kind of treatment? All I've ever done is work tirelessly to ensure that our Night Raven College provides high-quality education!"

"Well... You don't exactly command authority with your attitude or how you carry yourself. Truly, when most picture the archetype of a 'headmaster of an arcane academy', they tend to imagine someone... different. If you want to be perceived differently, it may help to present new parts of yourself to the students."

Like maybe actually doing your job instead of delegating tasks to teenagers and having them solve all your problems..

"Show them your strengths and good points," Raven suggested, "traits worthy of respect."

Crowley's beady, golden eyes suddenly lit up. They bore into Raven from the pitch-black holes in his mask.

"That’s it!" he declared, perking up. “If I’m to garner respect, I ought to try and demonstrate the true breadth of my kindness. Perhaps then they will take note of the power hierarchy and bend an ear to my commands!”

“Er, that’s not exactly what I meant…”

Crowley swept away from her, beginning to pace back and forth. A finger curled at his chin, his mind set in deep contemplation.

“The issue now is, how will I appear approachable to begin with? My visage is far too grand to tamp down, and I’m afraid my decades of wisdom are useless against accusations of being ‘old’ and ‘out of touch’!!“

Those comments really hit him hard, huh…

“Have you considered taking up a hobby instead of fixating on public opinion? It just may help you clear your thoughts.” Raven gestured at her desk. “I myself partake in writing as an outlet.”

In an instant, the headmaster was at her side. He nosily peered over his niece, practically leering down at the contents of her papers.

Stories that started with Once upon a times and then diverged, walking along a multitude of paths to endings yet to be determined. Heroes and villains and the people that supported them, coming together in grand casts. New places, new experiences, new feelings.

Connections, ways of bridging the gap between hearts.

“H-Hey…! I never said you could look. These are private projects,” Raven protested, hurrying to cover up her scripts.

Too late. A giddy shine had already risen to the headmaster’s eyes.

Oh no. I know that look!

“Dearest Raven,” Crowley cooed, a clawed hand finding its way onto her shoulder, “how generous of you to lend your assistance to your sad old uncle! Fufufu, it appears as though the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!"

"What are you on about now?" It slowly dawned on her, and she paled. “Don’t tell me…”

"This is the solution for my... I mean, our predicament!" Crowley lifted a paper and a waved it around like a triumphant flag. “Written word has the power to influence. With your help, we can conduct an interview, spread stories of my great kindness and power, sway the consensus!”

Ah, a coordinated PR strategy. Raven frowned. His usual fallback.

The trick would work on most people beyond the campus grounds, but not on the students within. Not when there was already a narrative in place: the tale of the carefree, bumbling, useless man at the helm of the school. Pitiable, easily kicked around. And there was some truth to it--truth that could only be twisted so far before it fell into the realm of outright fantasy.

Most did not realize how truly frightening a man cloaked by the shadows could be.

“I understand wanting to spruce up your image, but there is only so much that can do for you. People will believe what they want to believe, regardless of what new information is presented to them."

Raven sighed, picking her quill back up and dipping it in an inkwell. Rich black fluid, darker than the darkest night, rose up into the nib. She offered the writing implement to her guardian, who stared at it in confusion.

"If you want their views on you to change, that is something you will have to earn for yourself. The words must come straight from its source and be genuine."

“Raven-kun…”

She pressed the quill into Crowley’s palm.

From here on out, the story is up to you.

[anglingforlevels]

Love & Cruelty: Yandere Bully Victim x Bully Reader

I thought I’d write a piece for the first day of the year, just something mild to start the year off, but I slept through and cleaned most of the day, so instead I wrote it for the second day in the year, huzzah.

CW: Yandere, bullying, depiction of domestic violence and abuse, mention of alcoholism, violence (against reader), not proofread, dead dove

Minors DNI

Present Time

You had done something unforgiveable.

Everywhere you went, you were reminded of it. You saw it reflected in your parents’ eyes and teachers’ disappointed glances, heard it in your classmates whispers and murmurs, the way they’d avoid you, the way you’d spend lunches alone, the way they’d warn other students not to go near you, and most of all, you saw it in Elias.

The guy you had been relentlessly bullying for years.

Ten Years Ago

It began in elementary school. Your hometown was too small to have any more than one, so everyone were familiar with each other. It was a sense of comfortability, the trust and familiarity carried the brunt of most conflicts, thus, the atmosphere always felt so light, even amidst the middle school dramas and awkwardness.

Then a new kid from another town enrolled. In hindsight, the discomfort had perhaps just been the introduction of something new, something foreign, because even that first day – the air had felt stifled.

“This is your new classmate, Elias.”

He was small and scrawny, like the wind could knock him down without any notice. You had taken notice of the glasses he had worn, held together by tape, concealing a pair of pale blue eyes, to how baggy his clothes had been, and how his brown hair looked so messy and unkempt.

 Even without anyone needing to say a word about him, the atmosphere around him felt heavy.

“Please take the empty seat.”

That was all the teacher said, as if he had been in a hurry to get it over with. So, unceremoniously, Elias took the single empty seat there had been added to the room and kept his head down low.

Even if the air felt off, there was a certain buzz as well. Everyone was curious, how could they not be? So once the bell rang, everyone all but flocked to his desk, asking about where he came from, why he had moved, what did he like to do, any question they thought of.’

You remained in your seat, your head in your arms as you watched the interaction.

Elias struggled to keep up with the barrage of questions, though he weren’t given much time to answer any of them until a new one popped up. Still, he’d always take a second to look thoughtful, as if he genuinely gave thought to each question, even if it was clear the excitement would overwhelm any possibility of a reply.

“Enough.” The teacher’s voice had rung out sharply. “Go hold your own break.”

In other words, leave him alone.

Deflated, everyone moved away. Looking around, you disliked the way everyone’s shoulders were slumped and the awkwardness. Tipping in your chair, you let yourself fall back, catching everyone’s attention.

“Ah, I was paying attention!” You cried out in fake alarm, to which everyone laughed.

“As if, you were totally asleep!”

“No, no. I was definitely awake and paying attention.” You denied.

“Pfft- It’s break already, y’know.”

“Gah-“

Like that the bitterness dissolved and the classroom was once again familiar, warm, and filled with laughter. Even the frigidness of the teacher melted away as he shook his head and rolled his eyes with a small smile.

With normality restored, the break proceeded as it always did. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Elias’ solitary figure.

Though that moment had been dealt with, the rest of the day kept its spotlight on Elias, as rumors began spreading.

“My moms were talking about him the other day, so there must be some big deal about him.” Sophia had shared, and many others similarly could share anecdotes on how their parents had been whispered about him.

“We all know our duty, I trust.” You said, even though your parents hadn’t given any hint of knowing something about Elias. Everyone nodded, taking their self-decided job of detective seriously; there was a secret and none of you were content with letting sleeping dogs lie.

*

You were eager to go to school the following day, in case of any breaks in the case. In your case, it seemed your parents genuinely didn’t even know a new student had begun, though they were always too busy with their own matters to pay attention to that kind of thing.

You came up with all manners of ideas and scenarios, while tossing and turning in bed, though most of them grew outlandish, if not outright impossible, by the fourth idea. Though, you quite liked the idea of it being an intergalactic exchange program.

When morning came, you happily obliged the alarm, a fact there seemed to be so unlike you, that your mother jokingly checked if you had a fever. But nothing got the blood pumping like a mystery, so for once, you got seated at the breakfast table without needing any help.

Your little brother was much less willing, groggily trailing after your mom who had woken him up, though he apparently still had the energy to both watch cartoons and list up the entire catalogue of characters from said cartoon.

“Will dad be home this weekend?” your little brother asked when an ad break had given them a breather from his enthusiasm. The corner of your mom’s smile trembled slightly.

“Maybe.”

Before your brother lifted his head from the bowl of oatmeal that had held his attention – or rather, the fruit pieces he tried to single out – to look at mom, you distracted him. “His boss is like one of those villains from your cartoon, she might make him work through the weekend last minute.”

“The villains in my cartoons are way cooler than that.” He argued, preparing to explain the personality of each villain, you assumed. You didn’t doubt it. Though perhaps they were more honest, monologuing their plans out loud, regardless of what the truth would break.

“Well, they’re bad guys and so is his boss – my comparison still tracks.”

Your mom ruffled your hair with a soft smile. “I’m sure it does, but you need to begin eating if you wanna make the bus in time.”

At that, you began shoveling food, briefly considering whether chewing really was necessary – and being chided by your mom when you predictably began harking and coughing.

“I’m off!” You yelled out once you had gotten your shoes and jacket on.

At school, it seemed that everyone’s parents had been reluctant to share the secret, and so had the faculty, favoring silence instead, leaving everyone to simmer in curiosity, scrutinizing Elias’ movements.

You had boldly strolled up to him, asking “So, why are you here?”, but had been told to bugger off by the teacher himself, who didn’t seem to approve of any of the current attempts to interact with the kid. Perhaps, if you had done it in the break, you’d have gotten an answer, but now that the teacher was aware of the snooping, he dedicated ten minutes of the lesson to scolding the entire class.

But secrets often broke before silence did.

The next day, everyone had heard the whispers and rumors about Elias and why he was here, from older students in the hallways or parents who caved in. How he had been removed from his home, how he had been abused. No one knew what to say, he became a presence that was hard to acknowledge but impossible to ignore.

Elias seemed resigned to it, or maybe he just didn’t notice the difference between sitting alone as a new kid or sitting alone as a taboo subject.

“Jay, start us off.”

Jay, who had been rereading the German text furiously, stood up so abruptly that the chair almost fell over in the process, to the bemusement of his fellow students and the annoyance of the teacher. Jay looked too nervous to even be sheepish, even after the teacher remarked that there was no need to stand up to read out loud.

“Sein Bla, er, I mean. Sein Bl-ick ist vom, no, no, I mean fom!”

You were following along his clumsily pronounced words, in order not to lose track of where in the text he was at, as he kept stopping to try and repeat words, though he seemed proud whenever he caught himself making mistakes.

After another line, the teacher raised a hand to stop him, before coolly adding; “That’ll do. Next time, try practicing a bit before class, alright?”

Jay hung his head, hiding his annoyed frown. Ellie, who sat behind him, reached out to pat his back.

“Elias, please continue from where Jay left off.”

“Ah, um…” He looked around cluelessly, until the teacher sighed and gave his copy of the text to Elias, pointing at where they were at. Elias complied, clutching unto the paper.  “I-ihm,” he swallowed, “est, ist, uh, a-als orb-“

He stuttered and stumbled nervously over the words, the reading becoming so intelligible that Sophia, who was next, wasn’t sure where to begin her section. And the teacher didn’t say anything. Even though he told off Jay, who put in way more practice…

When it was your turn, you stood up – earning a scoff from the teacher. “N-n-n-n-nur m-m-manchmal-“ You loudly read out, your exaggerated stuttering earning breathless chuckles and snickers across the room.

“That’s enough, that’s not funny. Sit down.” With that dry remark, the teacher let the subject fall. Your eyes fell on the back of Elias as you sat down, you noticed the way he was trembling slightly. Then Jay caught your eyes, grinning behind his book, and around you everyone else was also laughing, and Elias’ weak trembling was soon forgotten.

For the first time today, the atmosphere felt light.

*

During lunch, Elias was sitting alone again, with what might be the saddest sandwich you had ever seen. Two incredibly thin slices of cheap bread, encasing a single and even thinner slice of ham. The dryness and how loose the sandwich was made you think there wasn’t a hint of butter or condiments to it either.

You looked down at your lunch. You could probably afford to give away one or two things. Your mom always were generous with portions, so you probably wouldn’t be too hungry if you gave something away.

“Hey, Elias!” you waved him over. For a moment he just stared at you with uncertainty. You nodded enthusiastically and gestured for him to come sit. Elias’ eyes betrayed a sense of disbelief, but he quickly complied, hurrying to your side.

You proudly slid your beloved egg-salad sandwich towards him. “My mom made way too much for me today, but she’ll be super annoyed with me if I have leftovers. So,” you clapped your hand together. “Please help cover for me!”

The others always loved it when you put on a little show, to seal the deal you sighed theatrically, the type of sigh that could only be performed tongue-in-cheek or by overeager drama students.

Elias examined the sandwich carefully, as if he thought it would be yanked away from him should he make any sudden movements. Around you, the others stiffened.

“Uh, yeah… Take one of mine too.”

“And my apple…”

The others around you began providing their own offerings, but their eyes were downcast, as if a weight hung around their necks. You furrowed your brow at that. They clearly didn’t want to give away their food.

You thought Elias would look anxious, being the center of the most painful give-away session, you had witnessed. Instead, he looked at you wide-eyed – he reminded you of a duckling with the way he looked at you, expectant yet hesitant.

It irked you. If he wasn’t uncomfortable, then why didn’t he spare a glance to everyone else who was? Somehow, lunch had become a painful event.

“Hm, nevermind.” You suddenly declared, cutting through the quiet pity, and simmering discomfort. You snapped the sandwich out of his hand. You felt everyone’s eyes on you as they waited to see where you were heading with this. “Clearly, you’ve got more than enough.”

You looked pointedly at the disjointed mix of pity-encrusted offerings. After a beat, Elphie nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, actually this is too much for one person.” And took back the apple she had given. The others followed suit, retracting their offers, and taking their food back.

The mood was improving but the stare of Elias felt like shackles, tying the mood to a subpar level. If he was going to take from you, then you’d need to even the scores.

You scoffed before smiling. “Yeah, it’s way too much for one person. But we’ll help you out, new kid.”

And with those words, you took the last thing away – the pitiful sandwich Elias had brought.

The others laughed in disbelief, throwing in light-hearted “aw, that’s mean” between giggles. Everything was restored as laughter filled the room again, and Elias was left behind.

Present Time

Trailing along the river and jumping over the thick branches, you understood the fact that you had committed a cruelty that couldn’t be taken back.

How could you forget, when no one else did, save for the one guy being bullied. He still rushed up to you, wide-eyed, even when you didn’t call for him. You didn’t really understand him, who’d wanna spend time with their bully?

Part of you felt creeped out by his eagerness, even though part of you understood he might just be scared that things would escalate if he didn’t, or even worse, that this was a survival tactic he had learned from home.

It had quickly become the school’s worst-kept secret, that Elias had been removed from his physically abusive dad’s care. Even though you never got violent, perhaps this was how Elias had learned to keep peace?

You felt disgusted with yourself, for your actions, your lack of perspective, and for, even now, seeking him out, because by the river, stood Elias, feeding the ducks. You wanted to turn tail and run away – but even if you couldn’t make amends, this was something you had to do.

Eight Years Ago

You woke up in the middle of the night and wished for nothing more than to succumb to sleep’s sweet embrace, but a dry throat proved the better negotiator, prompting you to sneak through the hallway as to not wake anyone up.

As you neared the kitchen, the sound of hushed voices proved those considerations null.

“Erik, you don’t bring that shit to my house.”

“Oh, so now it’s your house?”

“Well, I’m the one sleeping here every night-“

“Ugh, would you quit it?! I was just sleeping over, she’s a friend!”

“Uh-huh, a sleepover, was it? I’d sure like a friend like that, if this is what a husba-“

Biting your lip, you purposely stepped on the floorboard you knew creaked, and forced a yawn as you entered the kitchen. Your mom and dad straightened up, the guilty look on their faces made you think of the face your little brother pulled when he was caught trying to sneak another snack.

“Hi honey, why’re you up?”

“I’m thirsty. Can I have something warm to drink?”

They visibly relaxed at that. You wondered why they thought you wouldn’t notice that kind of reaction. “Of course, honey. We’ll make something for you.”

In the end, it didn’t matter. For a brief moment, your parents were smiling and everything was normal again.

The next day, after braving the harsh coldness of winter, you made it to school, where everyone else seemed much less well-rested than you.

It seemed everyone was bummed out about the upcoming test scores, suggesting nobody was particularly proud or confident in their own work. Then again, they were probably concerned, given it was only last year you had all graduated into middle schoolers.

Even though it was still in the same building, it felt like a big deal.

You remembered last time a test had gotten the better of everyone’s nerves, that you had “accidentally” spilled your water bottle all over yourself, that had worked like a spell, everyone too busy laughing and fretting over you to worry about their grades.

This case was particularly nasty, though. Your light-hearted jabs doing nothing to penetrate the armor of stress and anxiety they all wore.

“Anyone up for some pizza after school?” You asked, when you weren’t met with excitement, you added. “My treat.”

“That sounds good but I’m not sure my stomach can take it, if I get a bad grade.” Jay said, his anxiety clearly having turned painful and was clutching his stomach with a groan. The others weren’t much better off.

Your eyes fell on your water bottle, once again reminded of your efforts last time. But you couldn’t repeat the same old thing, complacency was the enemy of comedy.

“Elias sure doesn’t seem bothered.” Sophia noted with a hint of envy, at that, the attention shifted to Elias, who true to Sophia’s words, appeared to be enjoying a normal school day, bereft of any added stresses from the test scores, though it felt more like apathy to you.

You weren’t sure if he actually cared about his grades at all.

“He didn’t look worried at all under the test either.” Jay murmured.

“Whaat, so he was confident? Coulda offered some pointers then.”

…

You loosened the cap on your bottle and stood up, interrupting the quiet mumbling of your classmates.

“Hey Elias.” You called out, gaining his attention. He was quick to close his notebook, clutching it closely to his chest, as he hurried to your side. He was always so eager, as if you hadn’t thrown spiders or played tricks on him almost every time you called on him. “I can’t get my water opened, the others were total weaklings and failed too. Be my knight in shining armor, ‘kay?”

You held your bottle out to him, and he swiftly grabbed it, but you didn’t let go at first. You waited for a beat, so that he’d stumble slightly, and gravity would remove the already opened cap. The force made the water splash all over Elias, surprising him enough to let go of the bottle, thus leaving it in a freefall that left Elias even more soaked, as he desperately tried to keep his notebook dry.

“Wow, if I had known you were this strong, I’d have stepped back first from the splash-zone.”

The others laughed at the display, and Sophia pulled you towards the tables and away from the soaked Elias. “You’re way too nice, you’re always looking out for us.” She had said to you.

You had taken those words to heart, in a way, you considered it a duty, looking out for them and the status quo. So, you continued.

From tripping him, leaving messes when it was his turn to clean the classroom, making fun of him, playing pranks on him – everyone was laughing.

Four Years Ago

Over the year, as you all got older, the laughter began to still and the others would begin suggesting other things to do whenever you spotted him. You thought your efforts were lacking, but even though you tried harder, the gleam in their eyes were missing and their laughter rang out hollower, the sound empty and muted.

Soon they began excusing themselves from you, growing infinitely busier whenever you were in the vicinity. Were you being too mild? Maybe that was simply what happened in comedy, complacency made it boring.

So, you’d hide his stuff, steal his lunch, whatever you could think of to take it up a notch, so that you could help reclaim normality, so everyone else would smile and laugh again.

Everything came to a head during a self-study period. Having gotten up from your seat, you sauntered over to Elias.

“Lemme take a look.” You said, trying to peek at his worn-out notebook. Normally, Elias let you do anything, but this time, he closed the notebook shut. You tried to pull it out his tight grip. “Hm? What’s the big idea? Hidin’ something?”

“Just stop it, I’m telling the teacher!” a voice rung out behind you, startling you. It was Ellie, one of your classmates, who crossed her arms angrily. You had never seen her angry before.

“Uh, sorry. I wasn’t trying to actually cheat. No need to get a teacher.” You tried to clarify.

“As if that’s what we’re talking about.” You were surprised to see Jay interject. “You’re… a bully.”

…

“A what?” you blinked in disbelief. “C’mon, that’s not funny-“

“You’re not funny.” A third voice interjected. Looking around, you saw a sea of disapproving faces. “Leave him alone, honestly what did he ever do to you?”

“C’mon, we all had fun goofing around.”

“This is not goofing around. We were kids, we stopped. You didn’t.”

You stood silently for a bit, unsure what to say, until you grabbed your bag and unceremoniously left, skipping the rest of the day. You didn’t spare a single glance for Elias – worried what his expression might reveal.

How were you a bully? You couldn’t be. That was ridiculous. Everyone else had always laughed along, they always loved it. This would all blow over soon once everyone calmed down enough to talk it out.

But the next day, not a single person spoke to you. The teacher didn’t pick you or call on you either. It was as if you were invisible. The only one to look at you were Elias.

It annoyed you.

During the break, nobody welcomed you to their tables. A few even telling you to fuck off, explicitly. You wondered if this was going to continue, as you spent your break feeling sorry for yourself.

When you got home after school, you took a deep breath and put on a smile, hoping it looked genuine and carefree. But when you entered, it wasn’t normality embracing you but heated voices.

“If you spent even one weekend actually at home then-“

“Oh, so this is my fucking fault?!”

This early today?

You let your bag hit the floor to make their argument halt, before seeking them out to ease the atmosphere. “Hey mom and dad, playing that dumb quiz game again?”

You smiled at them but not even the excuse on a silverplate eased their expression.

Huh? Why do they still look so upset?

Your mom had her arms crossed and donned a frown, while your dad looked troubled.

“We got a call from your school today.”

Why would they receive a call from the school? Though you didn’t want to acknowledge it, Jay’s voice replayed in your head. “You’re… a bully.”

This... No, this wasn’t right.

“Ah, about my last test? Gah, I really screwed up with-“

“No. This is about your classmate, Elias.”

Your forced smile froze. Were they going to call you a bully too? Elias was the one who kept taking from you, your classroom, your classmates, and now your parents?

Their expressions were broken, as they seemed to decide between staring intently at you and being unable to look at you. You think your dad had wanted to weep, his eyes teary the entire night, but your parents weren’t good as sadness – so they settled for anger.

*

You still continued going to school, though it was the only excursion you were allowed for the foreseeable future. The school itself did nothing once the call had been made, happy to ignore any issues there’d reflect badly on them.

But the word had spread even further, to other grades and every teacher, and you felt the way people fell silent when you entered a room, the way they’d put their bags on empty seats to show you weren’t welcome.

During your breaks, your new routine became to retreat somewhere in solitude, after all your attempts of joining a group at lunch failed. It felt almost voluntary if you went somewhere lonesome. But it didn’t remain that way today, as Elias showed up.

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought,” he said, his own nerves seeming to leave him breathless, as he got closer “you’re alone at lunch, so we could-“

“Great, I’m being pitied now?” you sneered. “You got some nerve; this is your fault to begin with.”

He kept taking and taking.

Elias, stilled for a moment, before resuming his careful approach, as if you were a wild beast. He was within arm reach of you, and still approaching.

“Get the hint already.” You said and shoved him. You didn’t mean to push him to the ground, you just wanted to get him away from you, but even so, he landed harshly on the ground, hissing out in pain.

You stared, frozen.

You noticed the way his elbow had been scratched and was bleeding.

With no crowd, you were faced with the simple reality. No one was laughing, you were just hurting someone – there was nothing else to it. Wiping your teary eyes with quivering hands, you left.

Two Years Ago

“Today, a new student begins.” There was a ruckus in the classroom, excited murmurs, and whispers. “I expect all of you to welcome her with open arms.” Your teacher didn’t even pretend that he wasn’t looking at you, at the last part.

You kept your head down, pretending not to be paying much attention.

The town was still small, and newcomers were still a rarity, this girl being the first one since Elias – so you couldn’t help your own curiosity as well, watching her introduce herself. She said her name was Ann, she wore bright-colored clothes and had a lot of freckles.

She seemed sweet, and impressively unaffected by speaking in front of strangers. You accidentally made eye contact, and she smiled sweetly at you. You replayed the moment over and over in your head.

When break came, she was crowded as expected, but you thought you’d shoot your shot – it had been a long time since you had a friend, so you felt anxious. Your mouth was dry, and your legs felt like cement, but you had to do it.

On three, you’d get up and say hi.

One.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You heard Ann ask about the ones still seated.

Two.

You opened your eyes, putting your hands on the table. “The guy in the front is Elias, he’s not very sociable, so don’t worry about him not coming over.”

Three.

“What about them?”

“Oh, them. They’re a bully, you should stay away from them.”

You were half-way up from your seat when you heard it. It felt as if being doused by ice water, breaking the illusion, and you sat back down.

Present Time

You swallowed, before drawing attention to yourself. “Elias.”

He turned around, shocked at your approach. Whether he was startled or was surprised at the fact you did the approaching, you couldn’t tell. Your hands felt sweaty and clammy.

“You’re-“ his voice wavered as he took a step closer to you. You held your hands up, to show you came in peace, but he came to a halt at the gesture.

“Listen, I… Shit.” You dug your nails into your palm, trying to steel yourself. “I’m sorry.”

Elias’ creased his brow. “You’re sorry?”

“Yeah, I know that might be hard to believe or, y’know, sound super sketchy coming from me but, I really am. I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done, I know no words could ever- Nothing I say could…” Your rambled, clumsy words fell apart, you had been unable to pen down anything appropriate to say before coming here, and now your tongue seemed to fail as well.

His eyes widened and his body stiff, he donned a stunned expression.

But that was only natural, wasn’t it? Expecting him to even want to hear your apology to begin with… It was nothing but arrogance.

“I… Sorry.”

You turned around to leave but he grabbed hold of your wrist. When you looked at him, you were caught off guard by the desperation in his eyes, he was crying.

“What do you mean sorry?!” His hold on your wrist was beginning to hurt, as he got closer. “It wasn’t wrong, I’m still here. Don’t say you’re sorry!”

“I- I understand you’re probably feeling a lot of different things right now, words aren’t enough, I understand that, but…” You felt his nails digging painfully into your wrist and wondered if it’d bruise tomorrow. “Please let go of me.”

“Don’t leave me alone. Don’t abandon me.”

“W-what?” You attempts to tear his hand off your wrist came to a halt at that. You were noticing the way blood droplets were pooling around his fingertips, but you doubted that he did. “T-then, we can be friends, it doesn’t have to be so mean, I promise to spend time with you.”

Elias expression fell, and for the first time, you saw a frown on his face, and his voice was quiet.

“Don’t stop.” Elias grabbed onto your shoulder, leaving almost no room between the two of you, and his voice rose into desperate yells, almost cracking. “Please! Keep going! It doesn’t matter what everyone else says, our way is definitely right. Mock me, kick me, just keep going. Don’t ever tell me sorry!”

His grab on you had weakened for a moment when tears became weeping, and you took the opportunity to rip your arm out of his hold. “You’re fucking crazy!”

Maybe there was a kinder response, even with your bleeding arm you felt bad about it, but somehow that was the only response your shock and fear could bring out. You turned to leave, vowing to yourself that you’d at least reach out after someone who could provide the help he clearly needed.

It hadn’t occurred to you that Elias could ever be a threat, as you without hesitance turned your back on him, when you felt a searing pain in the back of your head, and the world went dark.

*

From an early age, it was apparent to Elias’ what true cruelty was.

Apathy.

When he was young, his mother had suffered a stroke and passed away. His father didn’t take it well, seeking peace at the end of bottles. Most nights he might as well have been dead, as far as the world was concerned.

He saw nothing and wanted to feel nothing too.

This left Elias alone.

No matter how much he cried and begged, it only drove his father further into despair on the few occasions he took notice of him, and further into the arms of alcohol’s sweet oblivion.

He tried cleaning the house, making it look nice. Tried cooking dinner, he had burned himself a couple of times, but his dad never noticed that nor the meal. Nothing worked.

So, he began saying things his dad couldn’t and wouldn’t ignore.

“Mother was weak to die over something so small.”

“I’m glad mother is dead; she was an awful parent.”

“It’s your fault she’s dead, she was overworked.”

It never failed to draw a reaction, angry yells and stomps, arguments, even slaps. And that – that was attention! His dad was paying him attention!

Elias had finally found his perfect home life. He’d break plates on purpose and his dad would get angry and tell him. He’d mock his mother’s death and his dad would slap him. Even as the dad’s eating habits decreased, replaced by more and more bottles, Elias felt truly happy.

“I’m surprised you haven’t moved on from someone that ugly.”

Slap.

Elias was happy to start the day like that, and was ready to begin preparing breakfast, when the sound of sobs caught his attention. His dad had collapsed to the floor, weeping.

“Am I the kind of person who hits other when I’m angry, is this all there’s left of me?”

What?

Far worse than indifference and apathy, his father - the same one who only loved when prompted – cried in regret over loving him, no prompting needed. Elias smashed one of those forsaken bottles right next to his dad, causing glass to splinter, nicking his dad.

“What’s that supposed to mean, old man. Are you that useless, that you can’t even love your kid?” Elias released a bitterness that he had always swallowed and accepted.

Why did he always need to work for attention? Why was he the only one putting in effort? He smashed another bottle, this time right next to his dad’s head. Maybe the third one would actually hit him, but as Elias’ lifted another bottle, he was interrupted by a punch to the face.

Oh. This is it.

Crumbled on the ground with a broken nose, Elias felt truly loved for the first time. He hadn’t tried to make his dad do this, that meant it was genuine and almost unprompted. He had received attention, far harsher and more impactful than before.

However, the sound of broken bottles had attracted the neighbors in the apartment complex, as Elias hadn’t taken sound into consideration in the heat of the moment.

Of course, there was only one conclusion they could draw, walking in on this scene. A child on the floor with a broken nose, broken bottles amidst many, many empty ones.

Without much fanfare, Elias’ father was convicted, and Elias was taken away. But he held onto that moment of love, maybe one day when his father was released, they’d reunite and be a happy family again.

Elias got a new start in a new city but was left on his own. He felt the adults look at him with pity, and as always, pity meant being ignored and brushed aside.

He had learned it during his mother’s funeral, that grownups hated not knowing what to say or do, they hated not being able to fix a problem – so when they couldn’t, they’d look away. Soon, as his classmates learned, they began averting their gaze too.

Except for one.

Elias found what he had been looking for all this time. Without any prompting, they had shown him love. They were a shining light in the dark, the kindest person among brutes. Without fail, they’d shower him with attention and love, and they did it so boldly in front of others too.

Elias thought that this might have been what heaven felt like, but he was sure that in the future, they’d forge a genuine paradise together. He wondered who would take whose last name, and often doodled drawings of them in his notebook.

He even borrowed a book of wedding rituals from across the world, so he could draw them in all kinds of wedding attire. Then – a crack in paradise.

“You’re… a bully.”

Were they that stupid? Or maybe they were blind. If they didn’t see the love he shared with them. They pulled back after that, even when Elias tried to seek them out. They had asked if he couldn’t take a hint, but of course he could.

Their classmates told the teachers and everyone that they were a monster, and like idiots, the entire school believed it. If he didn’t want them to be expelled and separated from him, like his father, they needed to hold back, until it all blew over.

So, he didn’t poke and prod, he didn’t push. Even as they ran from him, he didn’t mind. They weren’t leaving him behind, being together like this was probably just too much for them. They really were a romantic.

Even if it took years, he waited. Graduation was going to be soon, and after that, they could be together, unrestrained. So, when they approached him, he felt delighted. Ah, they couldn’t help themselves?

How cute.

He had also felt more and more impatient, the closer graduation came – like always, they were united in their feelings. They were even stumbling over their words nervously, it was an adorable and exciting new side to them, one he had never seen.

“I’m sorry.”

…The hell did they just say?

No, that wasn’t right, that wasn’t okay – please, keep looking at him, he needs them to keep looking at him. “Then – we can be friends, it doesn’t have to be so mean, I promise to spend time with you”? Don’t make him laugh, don’t promise apathy coated with sugar-lies.

It’s no different than the others “that’s mean, we should be nicer to him”, “let’s play nice from now on”, “leave him alone, honestly what did he ever do to you” all ends the same, he’s alone and ignored. The sight of their back turned to him, was the only reason he needed.

With a nearby branch, he lunged at them.

*

You opened your eyes, the world blurry for a while before beginning to take any shape there made sense to you. A headache rung through your head, with heavy thuds, and your body felt stiff.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Elias’ voice sounded cheerful behind you, but it was first when you tried to turn around, that your slow, pained mind realized you were tied to a chair. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad anymore.”

You felt his hand on your head, and thought his touch was gentle, the weight was still enough to make you hiss in pain. Elias came into view, standing by your side.

“This is my fault, I realized. I got it all wrong, and then you got the wrong idea. I thought I needed to do things differently this time, so we weren’t separated like me and my dad, so I held back all this time, I didn’t push.

But then you kept ignoring me, no matter how much I tried to talk to you. I thought I’d wait, just like you wanted. But I was wrong. When you apologized, I was so confused and heartbroken, but I understand now! It was my fault; I didn’t get your hint.”

“Hint?” Your voice sounded slow and distant in your ears. Elias nodded enthusiastically.

“I’ve been selfish this entire time,” his words almost drowned out by the ringing in your ears, still managed to clearly fill your heart, a dreadful, unwelcome intrusion. He crouched next to your tied up form, a gentle smile on his lips and a crinkle in his eyes.

Then he harshly grabbed onto your hair, forcing your body upwards, in an awkward position due to being tied to the chair. “Love is about giving,” he let go, letting you and the chair crash towards the floor with no way of breaking the fall. “But all I’ve done is take.”

You were trembling, as you attempted to shift to a position there’d at least let your current threat remain visible. A hard kick forced your head against the floor until it felt as if your bones would shift beneath the weight.

“But that’s no good, not if I want to keep receiving.” The pressure increased, as you felt snot and spit pool together. Then – a loud crack and the blood poured.

“It’s about time I give.”

[a-traveling-void-human]

Prompt I stole from Reddit and implied tons of BKDK to!!

[Part 1: Izuku having a Quirk before OFA.]

If you came up with this Idea, please tell me so I can credit you. Sorry I have to steal- I just want to talk about these topics without seeing dudebros shitting because I include BK or BKDK

Also this post might be focusing too much on Izu so uh..

Izuku having a quirk is so.. weird and yet it's fucking interesting! Like, Ao3 does these too but I specifically only stealing from reddit because how I want a more friendly place to talk about these ideas and make it to BKDK somehow.

First prompt: Pinkie Pie! 💕🌸

This is actually not a quirk specifically but more like Izuku being pinkie pie and have this chaotic sense of energy that I think that can fit him well! Like Imagine, Baby Izuku who is told that he's quirkless and YET he still have abilities of Pinkies.

Example:

Objects appearing from his fluffy green hair (Notebooks, Pens, Cupcake (Huh?), Glitter- and more)

"Deku-sense" like Pinkie sense, but less twitchy and Izuku just, have this, weird six sense.

4th wall breaking, but less intrusive than Pinkie? Since this ability don't really make sense in MHA world

Fast. Zoomies. He is like a orange cat when being provoked.

When sad, his hair deflates- It's weird.. but this rarely happened.

(and many more)

Kids probably either bully him less or just thinks Izuku is weirder here in this world. But Low-key, I like to think that people kinda use him in this world because he throws the BEST birthday parties.

What's Kacchan like in this AU?

I like to think that Katsuki bother Izuku less in this AU. Like, sure. Deku doesn't have a quirk.. but, hOW DID HE GET A FUCKING CANON OUT OF NO WHERE?!?!? He will not admit it, but he probably thinks that Deku's so fucking cool.. and honestly? He won't admit it.. that every gift that Deku gift for his birthday is being kept and taken care of with love. Kacchan totally have a separate shelf to display all the gifts Izuku gave him over the years.

Deku is known to be attached to Kacchan and Kacchan just, let's him. No bark and such. He probably have a low-key crush on Izuku and he FUCKING HATES IT. (no he doesn't :3)

This might be mean or nonsensical but I think the main issue in this AU for Izuku is not, the bullies (Yes bullies will still exist in this AU, Kacchan won't really be as involved.) It's the teachers.. Many fics has Aldera being, kinda an assholic school and I kinda like that HC so I'm involving this shit in my stolen prompts.

Izuku will STILL be quirkless so.. Teachers don't really, like Izuku. He is an enigma and he stands out WITHOUT having a "good" quality, that are powerful quirks. (I have a bad experience with school, so I'm projecting a bit)

There are Mean students that takes Kacchan's place but like Canon, Izuku doesn't give a fuck about them and just be the best him he could to others.

Izuku's goals and personality

Izuku's personality in this AU doesn't really go far from Canon. He's still a baby- He is still a nerd, he loves All might and he still wants to be a hero. But the emphasis of Izuku wanting to be a hero that save people with a Smile will be more pushed in this AU. Like, Izuku wants to SEE others smile and he will make sure that everyone can genuinely be happy.

He is also slightly more confident in this AU. He doesn't keep himself hidden most of the time, but rather he stands out (neurodivergent much), and he will have this reputation of "A trouble maker.. but a very kind one"

Very cheerful and having a smile that beams. Others who bullies this boy must be blind because LOOK AT HIM.

LOOK AT HIM!!

HOW COME PEOPLE BE MEAN TO THIS BEAN?!?!

But YEAH! Nothing really change much, but he does sing and smile more and probably mutters more than usual.

Also, a small dialog I like to think that might happened in this AU:

Kacchan: Izuku, The "ku" part can also be read as DEKU. A fitting name for a nerd like you nerd!

Deku: Oh!! "Deku" as in like "Dekiru" right? Like "you can do it"? That's amazing Kacchan!!

Kacchan: N-NO!! DEKU AS IN FUCKING USELESS YOU USELESS NERD!!!

Deku: Oh, eh- *Ignores the useless part lmao-*

Kacchan: *Is seething but also blushing because anger!! of course it's anger!!! Not Deku being fucking adorable- nope!*

In this AU Izuku will be more forward with his intentions on befriending his Kacchan-

Also Imagine Izuku fighting and suddenly a fucking glitter canon appears our of nowhere and it is aim AT you. I will run if I were you.

What about OFA?

Technically, Izuku will still be quirkless so he can still get OFA. But he got OFA differently- It doesn't take him saving Kacchan from the sludge villain, but from him using "Deku-sense" to accidentally saving people and having All might finding out about this fact.

Deku in this world is more, accepting of his quirkless status and firmly believes he can be a Hero with what he has. So, All might, kinda observe this weird boy who just so happens to do his job before he could do it.. and he did it in a more, kinder way- Like he would literally just stop a robbery by giving him a cupcake while the villain cry, and Izuku listening to the villain's reason on robbing without judgements. All might as Toshinori will probably also interact with Izuku because Izuku saw Toshinori kind of sitting alone and sad looking so he gave him a cupcake or something. Then the OFA talks just, naturally comes up as Toshinori asked Izuku if he wants to be his successor.

Izuku also, will not keep this quirk a secret to his Kacchan. In this AU, Izuku is somehow will ROPE Kacchan into the OFA secret early. Why? Deku-sense said so. Kacchan stays because he doesn't want the idiot to die or something, and now Toshinori has two sons-/j

Second prompt: Blue diamond🔹💙

This one is a quirk, but with some bullshit, he still has a toe joint.. where the doctor just diagnosed him as quirkless. He's technically, in the case where there is quirk singularity but I'm not too sure about my knowledge in quirks to actually accurately say shit right now. So when we get to OFA, I'll just say that his quirk is not a quirk bit still a quirk but not really but-

Okay. So, Blue diamond! Her abilities is straight forward, but we'll only focused on the extra empath abilities she have for Izuku. And Tears. Lot's of TEARS.

For this quirk, Izuku isn't aware of his abilities but others does suspect something wrong with him.

When he cries in pain, others will flinch. When he cries in happiness, others will be in pure joy. when he cries in anger, others will be angry FOR him. and when he cries in sadness, others will FEEL his emotional anguish. Of course, no one really connect shit and just assume him crying bring guilt to their fault ass. This is actually the drive that Kacchan needs to be better (We'll talk about that later.)

This ability for Izuku's actually make him a prime person to be easily trusted somehow. Like, other's will trust him no questions ask because when he eventually cries near others, others will know his feelings are genuine.

Tl;dr Izuku brings the best in others by crying✨

What's Kacchan like in this AU?

Being the main tormentor for Izuku's life does brings some perks in a fucked up way. Because the more Izuku cries (even just a little) at Kacchan's mean words, the more Kacchan ask himself if these actions worth anything. He might not like to admit it but when Izuku cries in sadness, he ALWAYS get fucking guilty and starting to question his whole believes earlier. He second guess his ways of being the number one and maybe he changes earlier than canon. Does that make sense?

Kacchan also discover that he.. likes it when Deku cry because he's happy, more than him being sad so he just, do little things to try and apologize early for being a dick. He is rewarded by the feeling of giddiness in his gay ass stomach.

I know that this sounds like Deku is making everyone feel unnecessary shit due to his ability but the ability doesn't actually MAKE people feel unwanted emotions, like how Blue diamond use her powers. Izuku (unconsciously) uses this ability in a such sincere way that the goodness in people's heart actually floats to the surface. I'm not sure if that make sense.. Like, His power brings up the good in people faster because he's always sincere, but not everyone is effected by it.

Izuku is like Steven universe in a sense. He beats evil by his sincerity and kindness. So, technically his power should be named "advanced empathy"??? I'm questioning myself don't worry.. I think a better way of describing this ability is that Izuku breaks other's false mask and touch the hearts of those around him. Does that make sense?

Nothing change much in Izuku's middle school life, but Kacchan's actions torwards Izuku slowly felt like it's forced rather than Kacchan believing that his way of doing things is the way to do it. Like Kacchan clearly wants to change, he's just too prideful still and is confused on HOW to actually change. Still say the infamous line and regrets it more in this AU. This also extend to others that do wrong to Izuku and eventually they stopped bothering Izuku due to the guilty conscious they had. (Other than Kacchan, everyone is a coward to apologized to Izuku during his time in Aldera. Yes I'm probably implying that Kacchan apologized to Izuku during his Aldera years.)

Izuku's goals and personality

Still the same as Canon. Still a nerd, still baby certified and still Izuku. The ones that's effected by the whole ass AU are others AROUND Izuku.

Every time Canon Izuku cries, others WILL be effected in some way. So basically in this AU, Izuku fanon interpretation of "sunshine child" is very much pushed.

Where Pink Izuku is confident and helps other by physically being there, Blue Izuku kinda does this but unintentionally. Pink Izuku will put himself in trouble like canon and being oblivious about the rules he broke (and somehow not get in trouble in the process.) Blue Izuku help others emotionally. I like to see Izuku in this AU actively finding people who is shunned by society by accident and helping them just by being himself. Like maybe he found a random kid crying and Izuku is there to help by listening to their problems.

The more I think about it, Izuku is just steven with blue powers instead of pink... agh fuck it.

This ability will honestly be hilarious when being put in a battle scenario. Just imagine villains starting to have emotional crisis while fighting this green kid and start to be sloppy because of it.

The hilarious part of this AU comes in the form of Villains questioning themselves mid battle and sometimes even goes so far as surrendering themselves because of it. (No, Muscular and Chisaki wasn't one of these Villains.)

What about OFA?

Like I said earlier, this ability may be a quirk but not that strong to the point of OFA getting to a point of drain Izuku's life force when possessing it. (Now that I think about it, I could just not say that this ability is a quirk.. but it won't make sense to my brain.)

Things happened exactly how things happened in canon but one thing does change. All might actually acknowledging what he did at the fucking rooftop and feel the regret right after he crush Izuku's dreams. Because of Izuku's half ass quirk, I like to think that the other factors of OFA got unlocked earlier in the arcs but I'm not sure how exactly..

The way that Kacchan founds out about OFA is the same way as canon but instead of distrusting what Izuku said at the beginning, he believes him instantly. The two journey in this story is more like Kacchan fumbles on being a good friend to Izuku while Izuku is just happy to have Kacchan as his friend again!! DvK 1 and 2 still happens but in a different format. It leans more on Kacchan's feelings than Izuku's quirk issue tbh-

That's the prompts I have living rent free so far- Please tell me if you have a prompt of your own or even better TALK TO ME WITH IT!!! I want to brain rot with anyone who's willing to also brain rot with me. Aight imma try to do my assignment now-

As a separate question, what are your thoughts of bkdk contents on other platforms? I mainly search for bkdk content on Twitter and Tumblr. Reddit is the worst when it comes to bk or bkdk in general.. ugh. Pinterest and Discord is a different thing in general, Instagram algorithm somehow only shows me kr/bk or td/dk where I SPECIFICALLY search and block for bkdk shit. Youtube is alright.

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Bully/ 2

Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader

Word count- 6.5k

Includes- humping through clothes, oral, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, missionary, from behind, cock riding, multiple orgasms, confusion, fluff

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5 months later

Namjoon POV

"C'mon Jimin your voice is amazing. You have nothing to worry about. ARMYS love you. They wouldn't want you to be so hard on yourself", she tells him

"Thanks Jo"

"Of course Jimin. All of you guys are amazing."

I watch her lean down and put some eye shadow on his eyelids

"What about Namjoon?", Jimin asks

She glares at him

"I'm sorry Jo. I know everything he did to you but you have to understand I don't know that Namjoon. So it's hard for me to imagine him being that way."

"Yeah we'll he was a massive asshole"

"Jo, he feels really bad about what happened with you. He does. He talks about it with me and he wants more than anything to make it up to you"

What is Jimin doing?

Why is he trying to help me?

He's just going to piss her off more

She looks at him with her eyebrow raised, "What are you trying to say?"

"That maybe you can give him another chance?"

Both her eyebrows go up, disbelief on her face

"You want me to give the guy who made my life miserable for years a second chance? The one who was the reason I got physically hurt? The one who turned the entire school against me? The one who was the reason why guys felt it was ok to touch me? You want me to give him another chance. Are you out of your fucking mind?"

God, she really hates me

And for good reason

"He changed Jo. He's nothing like that anymore"

She looks at the ceiling for a second, breathes in then looks back at Jimin

"I'm going to say this once. I hate Namjoon. I will say he is a great performer, an amazing rapper, lyricist and producer. I won't take that away from him. But I don't trust him at all. I know people say you should give people second chances but you know what, I don't want to give him one. I want him far from me. I don't give second chances. He fucked up his first. That's his fault not mine. He just needs to stay the fuck away from me and there'll be no problems"

Hear that breaks my heart

I just want to make everything up to her

Show her I'm sorry, show her I can be the kind of guy she'd want

--------

Two weeks later

Namjoon POV

"Joanne, Ari called out sick and we're short staffed"

"Uh ok", she says uneasily

"You have a choice. You can do Hobi and Tae's makeup. Or you can do Namjoon's"

Fuck

She's never going to pick me

No matter how much I want her to

She hasn't done my makeup in months, since that big blow out when the guys found out what I did

She sighs

"Really?"

"Yes. I know you did three of their makeup already but I'm giving you the choice instead of assigning it to you"

"Fuck", she mutters, thinking

"What's your choice?"

I'm about to tune everything out when I hear her answer

"RM"

Me?

She picked me?

Her boss raises her eyebrow, "Namjoon?"

She nods, "Yeah. I didn't sleep well last night and I'm tired. I'd rather do one person's makeup than two. Unless I can just pick Hobi or Tae?"

I feel my heart deflate

She'll probably get to do Hobi or Tae's makeup

She is the best makeup artist we have, so her boss usually gives her what she wants

But her boss shakes her head, "Tae and Hobi are getting their hair done now. That's why I put them together. Namjoon is already done"

She sighs, "Yeah ok. RM then"

Her boss nods and turns away, calling the other makeup artist

"RM", she says flatly

I get up from the couch and make my way to her

'Don't push her to talk to you', I tell myself

I don't want her to yell at me again

When I get to her, I just sit in the chair

She turns to me, holding my foundation

"Hi", I say softly

"Uh hi", she answers, tiredly

No snark or sarcasm

Just a normal hi

She begins to put my makeup on with a sponge

I casually look up at her

She's looking at me, scanning my face while she moves the makeup sponge

She's so gorgeous

I love everything about her

Her beautiful deep brown eyes, her stunning smile, her kissable mouth

I love her lip biting habit she has

She turns me on so much when she does that

Looking at her again, I meet her gaze

She licks her lip, her eyes on mine

Jesus christ she's making me hard

Then she tears her gaze away, shaking her head

Almost as if she couldn't believe she was looking at me

"Uh. Um close your eyes", she says nervously

Why is she nervous?

Does she have feelings for me too?

No she can't

She hates me

She told Jimin that two weeks ago

That's just my mind wanting her to want me

I feel her swipe a brush all over my face

"Keep your eyes closed"

I feel her move brushes over my eyes gently over and over

"You can open them"

I open my eyes to her looking back and forth between my eyes, checking the makeup

She's biting her lip again and I just want to kiss and suck on it

Fucking relax Namjoon

Jesus christ

I need to stop

She gets some lip product and a brush, putting it on my lips

"You're done", she says

I give her a small smile

"Fuck", she whispers

What?

What happened?

"Smile again", she whispers

Ok I don't know what's going on but she's talking to me so I'm not complaining

I smile again watching her look at me intently

I feel her fingers touching my face by my mouth

I can't help but shiver against her touch

It's then I realize she's touching my dimple

And I've never been as happy as I am now when someone touched my dimples

I decide to take a chance

I reach up, holding the back of her hand and move it to my cheek, turning into her palm

Fuck I love her touching me

I get braver and I turn more into her palm, kissing it

Looking back at her, she bites her lip again and I feel her thumb stroke my face

I close my eyes, just feeling her

"Namjoon! Where's Namjoon? I need him, he's next for pictures", someone calls

She snatches her hand away, a look of anger on her face again and turns away from me

No fuck

I want whatever was going on between us to happen again

I'm scared it's never going to happen again

I stand up from the chair and call her name

"Joanne"

I hear her breath in, then turn around

"What?", she snaps

Right, back to the same attitude

But I won't let it happen

Instead I just lean down and kiss her lips gently

Fucking fireworks go off and I love it

When I pull away she's so shocked, eyes wide, staring at me

I just give her a soft smile and turn from her

As I walk to the set, my heart pounds in my chest

I just kissed her

And she didn't punch me or yell at me

-------

J POV

He kissed me

And I let him

And I fucking loved it

Why?

Oh God, I want more

What the fuck is wrong with me?

--------

Namjoon sits in front of me waiting for me to touch up his makeup

While I fix a few things, I just keep thinking about him kissing me

And how much I want to kiss him again

How I want to feel what I was feeling when he kissed me

When I finish, I look up and notice that no one is here

Absolutely no one

Where is everyone?

But since there's no one here, I could maybe kiss him

I just have to do it quick

One more and never again

"Are you ok?", he asks softly

"Uh no", I answer

He raises an eyebrow and I just decide to go for it

Leaning to him, I press my lips against his

They're so soft and smooth

He doesn't move for a second, then his arms go around my waist pulling me closer

He licks my lips and fuck it, I open my mouth too

His tongue slides in, touching mine immediately

Goddamn it feels so good

I put my arms around his neck, touching his tongue with mine

Goddamn he's an amazing kisser

He pulls me to his lap and I go willingly like an idiot, straddling him

As soon as I sit on him, I feel his hard on through my clothes

Oh god, he feels good

He moves me closer, making me slide on his cock

Both of us moan from the contact

And fuck me, I start moving on him, feeling his hard on against my pussy

He grips my hips hard, helping me move on him

God I haven't had sex in such a long time

He moves so I can feel his cock more, moving me back and forth

His mouth is hard against mine, his tongue playing with mine

My hands are in his hair, tugging softly

Jesus I'm right there and the next slide on him makes me cum

"Fuck", I moan against his lips, pulling his hair and shaking in his arms

I still move on him, wanting to make him cum

It's takes a minute but he grips me so hard, moaning loudly, "Yes fuck yes"

He relaxes and I stop moving

It's then that I realize what the fuck I just did

No oh god no...I...I...came...he...he came...

NO

I shove him back and he looks at me in surprise while I fall over myself to get off him

Turning away from him, I grip the table hard in front of me, my eyes closed

I let him...

He touched me

His hard on made me...oh god what the fuck is wrong with me?

I can't believe I did that

That I let it get that far

I can't believe I liked it, that he felt that good

Oh god I can't

"Joanne", I hear him whisper

"No RM. Just go back to the shoot"

"But-"

"I'm not talking about it!", I shriek, "Just go away"

He sighs, "I will for now"

No not just for now

Forever

I hear his footsteps leaving and I'm wondering what the hell is wrong with me

---------

Namjoon POV

What just happened?

I really made...made her cum?

And she made me cum?

I don't know what happened

She just kissed me and I stopped thinking

I just did

Pulling her on me, feeling her sit on my hard on, moving her on me

I wanted to make her feel good

I wanted to make her cum

And after I did it for her, she made me cum

Then it's like she realized it was me she was doing it with and she jumped off me

Yelled at me to leave her alone

And I said I would, for the moment

I would have stayed but I had cum in my boxers and I had to come to the bathroom to clean everything

🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨

*This next part takes place a week later. BTS didn't have any events or shoots or whatever so they didn't need their staff and Namjoon didn't see the reader. He decides to go to her apartment to talk to her (I haven't figured out how he knows where she lives yet- for the sake of the story as it is now- he just does)

J POV

I sigh as I open my door

Namjoon is standing there, looking at me

God he's so beautiful

Stop

I need to stop it now

But what the fuck?

Why is he here?

How did he get my address?

"What do you want?", I snarl

"I want to talk to you", he says

"Well I don't want to listen to you"

"Please Joanne."

"No"

What doesn't he get?

Why does he insist on wanting to talk to me when I made it clear months ago that I want him to leave me alone

It already sucks that I'm in love with him and it's worse that he won't leave me alone

I always catch him looking at me

He always looks like he wants to talk to me

But I avoid him as much as I can

Even so, I always end up watching him too

And I can't get that fucking day that we both came from feeling each other out of my head

It won't leave me alone

"Please. Can you just talk to me this once? Then you won't have to again if you don't want to"

I don't know what to do

Should I hear him out?

I hate that I want to listen to what he had to say

Fuck

"Fine", I snap, turning and walking into my apartment

I hear him close the door and follow me

I sit on my bed and he has too also

It's the only place to sit in my small studio apartment

"Joanne, I'm so sorry for everything I did to you. I hate what I did, I hate that I bullied you. I hate knowing I made you cry, that you got hurt because of me."

I don't know what he wants me to say

He's said this before and it hasn't changed anything

"I know you think I forgot about you but I never did. I swear. I thought about you everyday since high school and I wished I could apologize to you. Make it up to you.", he explains, "I was a complete idiot for not recognizing you. When you told me who you were, I can't believe I didn't see it. I'm sorry that I hurt you."

I just keep quiet

"I know I shouldn't ask but I want to know if you can give me another chance. I can prove to you I'm different, that I'm nothing like the Namjoon you knew. I just want to get to know you, the way I should have in high school."

He's asking a lot from me

"I don't know Namjoon. You are the one person I said I'd never give a second chance to. I went through so much because of you. I was depressed for years and I had to go to therapy to get over everything. I don't trust you"

"I'm sorry. I don't know what else I can say but I'm so sorry. I wish you could feel how sorry I am"

I don't know what to say

So I stay silent

"You don't have to answer me now. Can you just think about it?"

I guess I can think about it

I want to believe him but I don't want to risk anything

So I just nod

We sit in silence for a few minutes

"I guess I should go", he says

Yeah he should

I look over at him to see him looking at me

Why is he so hot?

Why?

Looking at each other, he just leans over and kisses me

And I don't push him away

I should

I should shove him off, slap him and make him leave

But I can't

I want him

Ever since that day in the dressing room, I've wanted him more and more

Without clothes on

And I hate that so much

I hate that I've fallen for him

I hate that he has changed from the asshole he used to be

Just watching him, how he is with the staff, the guys, his fans, anyone shows me how different he is

I don't want to believe it

I want to keep hating him

I don't want to have feelings for him

I don't want to want him

God I'm so fucked up

I fell for my bully

The guy I swore I'd hate forever

But I don't want to stop kissing him

His lips are so soft and feel so good

So I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, hating that I'm doing that

His arms go around me and I hate how good it feels, how right it feels being in his arms

He slides his tongue in and it feels so good

He moans and my panties get drenched

Fuck why?

This is utter bullshit

He pushes me gently back and I move until I'm laying down, him hovering over me, still kissing me

We kiss for awhile, holding onto each other

He kisses my neck and I moan loudly

Why?

Why does he have to feel so good?

It's not fair

"Can I touch you? Please?", he asks

I shouldn't let him

I should just get up

Tell him to fuck off

But instead I say yes

His hands start touching me, roaming everywhere

And I fucking love it

I love the feel of his big hands on me and I want nothing more than him touching my skin instead of through my clothes

His hand goes down and under my shirt as if he heard what I was thinking

Electricity fires through me under his fingers

"I want you Joanne. So much", he whispers

Fuck what do I say?

I don't know

I know that if I tell him I want him too, I have to shut my brain off and just feel

Can I do that?

I want him, so yeah I can

"I want you too", I tell him

"Can I have you? I want to make you feel so good. I can, I promise. Please let me", he begs

Fuck me

I just give in

"Yes"

He sits up immediately and pulls me up

He gets my shirt and bra off in under a minute, kissing me and laying me back down

Kissing down my neck, he kisses my chest and shoulders, going down until he gets to my breasts

He licks my nipple and I get so fucking soaked

More than before

Fucking bullshit

He licks over and over and it feels so good

My arms go around him, one hand in his blonde hair

He switches to my other nipple and he starts sucking on it

"Fuck!", I moan, pulling his hair from how fucking good it feels

His hand plays with my other nipple while he sucks

After awhile he stops and moves back up my body, kissing me as he goes

"I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you, I want your pussy on my tongue, I want you to cum on my tongue. Can I have that? Please?", he asks

Holy shit

Mother of god

I fucking want that so much

"Yeah, ok", I agree

He lifts his head and smiles at me

Fucking hell, his smile is everything

His fucking dimples are goddamn beautiful

Why?

Why do I have to love his smile?

Kissing, licking and sucking down my body, his hands start pulling my pants down

He gets lower on me, sits up and pulls my pants off

He slides his hands up my legs and stops at my hips

He runs his hands down my pussy and I jump from the feeling

"Fuck you're panties are so wet. Did I do this to you?", he asks glancing up

I bite my lip and nod

He gives me another of his gorgeous smiles, then pulls down my panties

He looks at my naked body and I feel self conscience

"My god, you're fucking beautiful", he says with awe in his voice

What?

No way

I look up at him and his eyes are gliding all over me

"So fucking sexy", he murmurs, touching me all over

He glances up at my face and leans over, kissing my lips softly

"You're so beautiful Joanne. I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you. I mean that", he says

"Ok uh tttt....thanks", I mumble

"There's nothing to thank Jo. It's just facts. You're gorgeous"

I blush and he smiles again

He moves back and opens my legs

"Oh fuck", he moans

I feel him put his tongue on me and lick

"Fuck!", I shudder

Jesus it feels so goddamn good

And he just licked me once

He starts moving his tongue so fast, licking up and down, pleasure fucking exploding in my body

He's so fucking good with his tongue

Because of course he is

When he starts licking my clit, my entire body jumps from the bed in so much pleasure

"Oh god, yes, fuck"

"You like it there baby?", he asks

Fuck why do I like him calling me that?

I don't know but I love it

"Yes Namjoon, yes", I moan

"Ok baby", he answers

His tongue slides on my clit over and over, making me feel so good and driving me fucking insane

"Oh my god, oh my god", I whimper

I feel him take my clit in his mouth

He sucks once and I fucking explode

"Yeah NAMJOON, yes", I shout, coming hard

His tongue slides all over me as he moans

I don't know what the fuck is going on with my body but his licking sends another orgasm through me, feeling fucking amazing

I've never came one after the other except with him

Of course it has to be with him

Of course

"Fuck, ahhh, fuck", I cry

I can't stop my body from trembling

He lifts me up a little and his tongue slides inside me

"Holy fuck!"

God it feels so good

So fucking amazing

He moves his tongue up and out, then goes back in

No one has ever done this, no one has ever eaten me out as good as he has

The pleasure is so fucking intense and my brain shuts off

I can't think, I can only feel

He keeps going and I feel another orgasm building

I need to cum

I want it so much

His tongue goes in and I cum on it, my hips snapping up into his face, my hands grabbing his hair and hold him to me while I climax

Stars burst in my vision from feeling so good

When it ends, my body goes limp and he pulls away

He comes next to me and kisses my cheek

"You taste so fucking good. I fucking love it"

I moan

Holy shit

He's driving me crazy

I sit up and pull him up

He looks confused until I pull his shirt up and off

And I'm hit with his fucking gorgeous body

My mouth drops while I look at him

His chest and stomach are fit, no hard muscles like a body builder but they're defined

And so hot

His arms and his shoulders are amazing

"Fuck Namjoon", I gasp, biting my lip

I look at his face and he's blushing

I touch his face and kiss him gently

"You're beautiful", I tell him, "And so fucking sexy"

I kiss him again, sliding my tongue in his mouth

His arms go around me holding me close to him

God why?

Why does being in his arms feel so right?

Like I belong here

I have to stop

He's still the guy who made me miserable

It's just sex

I push him back and he lays down

Pulling his pants and boxers off, I throw them behind me

I finally see his cock and shit, it's big

And I'm so fucked up because I just want him in my mouth

If someone told me months ago that I'd be blowing Kim, Namjoon, I would have slapped them

Leaning down, I lick up his cock and listen to him moan

I put his head in my mouth and move down his cock, putting all of him in my mouth

I don't have a gag reflex and it doesn't bother me

"Holy shit Joanne"

I suck and he yells in pleasure

I smile and suck harder, moving my head up and down his length

I love how he feels in my mouth

I'm fucking crazy

Seriously

"Fuck baby, you're so good at this"

Sliding up his shaft, I suck on his head, keeping my tongue on the underside and licking there

"Fuck me. Oh god", he yells

I keep sucking, loving that I'm making him go crazy

I wrap my hand around his shaft and jerk him off while I suck and lick his head

"Baby, I'm....oh fuck.."

I take him all in my mouth again, sucking his cock hard and fast

His hand goes in my hair, moving my head up and down, while he thrusts into my mouth

It doesn't hurt

I like that I'm making him feel like this

"Oh fuck, fuck fuck!", he screams, coming down my throat

I swallow on his cock and he whimpers

I keep swallowing hearing his cute yelps

He let's me go and I pull him out

Looking at his cock, I watch as cum still comes out

Leaning over again, I lick it off

Fuck me, he tastes so goddamn good

He shivers when I lick him and I keep doing it until he stops leaking

I lay down next to him and whisper in his ear, "Your cum tastes amazing Namjoon"

"Fuck baby"

He rolls over on top of me, kissing me hard, his hard on pressing into my leg

What?

How is he hard again so fast?

"I need you. I need to be in you baby. Can I?", he asks

I can't say no

And I don't want to

I want him in me as much as he wants to be inside

"You better Namjoon", I answer

He smiles his fucking amazing dimpled smile, taking my breath away

He opens my legs and lays in between them

He kisses me again, then moves to my neck

I put my arms around his body, running my hands all over his back, his arms, his sides

I love how he feels

I love feeling his skin on me

His hands wrap my legs around him, sucking on my neck while he pushes in

"Oh, oh god", I moan from him sinking in inch by inch

"Fuck baby. I love how tight you are", he moans

When he moves, fires shoots through my body and my pussy clenches him

"Fuck", he groans, starting to thrust harder and faster

Pleasure over takes me and again my brain shuts off

"So good", he moans

He's so big, he's hitting all the right places

I've never been able to cum during sex

The guys ate me out before sex

Not that I don't enjoy it, I do

It feels good but it just never happened

But it hasn't felt as good or pleasurable as it is with Namjoon

Because of course not

So I'm not expecting to cum the next time he slams inside me

"Fuck oh fuck!", I scream, coming on his cock and squeezing him so tightly

I can't let go of him, he feels too good and I want to keep him inside

"Good girl, fuck baby, don't stop coming on me", he moans, slamming harder while I cum

He made me orgasm

Of course it had to be with him

This is getting to be ridiculous

Of course his kiss drives me insane, his touch makes me tremble, his body makes me feel amazing

Because of fucking course it's him

He moves so fast, thrusting hard over and over, throwing me into another orgasms right away

"Yes yes yes!", I shout

My body is on fire and the pleasure is overwhelming

"Namjoon fuck"

"Yes baby. Yes"

When I finish he pulls out, grabbing my arms and pulling me up

Namjoon POV

I pull her up and hold her against the wall that her bed is against

I'm on my knees, kissing her hard

"Open baby", I whisper

She's holding onto me with her arms around my neck and all I want is to be back inside

"Please", I plead, "Open your pretty legs for me baby girl. I wanna be back inside. Please let me"

I don't care how I sound, I just want her

I want her legs around me, I want her kissing me, I want her pulling my hair, screaming my name again

She opens her legs for me , wrapping them around my waist and I hold her up from her perfect ass

Pitying my head to her hole, I push in, feeling her tiny tight cunt open so pleasurably around me

"Fuck yes", I moan while she whimpers against my neck

Once I bottom out, I start moving, in and out, pleasure shooting through my body

No girl has ever been so perfect for me

I fit inside her so fucking well and I love the way she squeezes me

"Oh my god", she cries when I start moving harder and faster

Kissing her neck, shoulders and chest, she slides one of her hands in my hair and pulls, pulling my head back and kissing all over my neck

Fuck it feels so good

"Fuck Joanne, you're fucking amazing", I praise, "So wet for me, so tight for me"

"Yeah Namjoon", she moans

God damn, hearing her moan my name turns me on so much

I love hearing it

Especially since she only calls me RM or says my name so coldly and with so much hate

I feel her pussy tighten on me and I know she's gonna cum any second

"Scream for me", I ask, slamming into her hard

"FUCK NAMJOON!", she screams, coming so hard on me, "Oh god NAMJOON, NAMJOON!"

Yes, fuck I love hearing her scream my name

Shit, the feeling of her coming is giving me such intense pleasure

She feels so good

I don't remember being cummed on feeling so good

"Good girl", I praise her, "Again baby. I love when you fucking cum on me"

"Fuck Namjoon"

Slamming in her harder and harder, I listen to her screams and I fucking love it

I love that I'm making her feel this way

The person she hates making her feel so good

I hate that she hates me because all I want is her

But she's letting me now, so all I can do is take it and be happy

"Oh shit NAMJOON fuck!", she shouts when another orgasm rips through her

I feel her legs shaking around me and she's pulling my hair so hard

Her chest is pressing into mine, when her back arching off the wall

"Fuck, fuck", I moan

I feel myself getting ready too

The pleasure is too intense

"I'm..I'm...gonna....", I try to say, but having to stop

I don't want to get out

I breathe in, "I'm gonna cum. I want to cum inside you. Can I?" I beg

"Yes", she yells, "Yes!"

Fucking yes!

"Fuck Joanne!", I shout, coming inside, her pussy clenching me so tightly

"Oh god, shit, yes", I moan, holding her to me tightly, bliss assaulting my body

Only when I finish, do I pull out and she pushes me on my back

"Shit", she whispers

I look up to see her looking at my cock with her eyes wide and eyebrows up

What?

What's wrong?

I look down

Oh

Damn, I'm still hard

I don't know how

Looking back up at her, she smirks and climbs on top of me

She hovers right over me and raises an eyebrow

I nod rapidly, wanting her on me again

And again

And again

I can't get enough of her

She doesn't say a word, she just slides down until I'm all in, the sight of her hole stretching around me so fucking pretty

She lets out a small moan and I get so turned on

She starts bouncing making me groan from the pleasure

"God baby, you're so good at this"

The smile she gives me while she bounces on me is killing me

She's just everything

"Fuck Namjoon, you're so big and so fucking hard. You feel so good"

Fuck me, she's so sexy

I get up on my elbows and just watch her

I can't tear my eyes away

She's still smirking, her hips moving, her boobs jiggling like crazy and her pussy squeezing me so tightly

I'm in heaven

This has to be heaven

She leans back, her arms behind her on my thighs, pussy tightening so much on me and starts slamming on me hard

"Oh god", I whimper

I just want to fucking touch her

But first I want to watch more

I hear her breathing getting faster and she sweating, her pussy pulsing rapidly around my length

She's creaming my cock so much, I'm covered in it

I fucking love it

"You gonna cum Jo?", I ask her

She nods, "Mmmhmm"

"Good baby. I want you too"

"Ok", she whispers

"Now baby girl"

She moans so loudly, and I feel her clench me so much more when she cums again

Watching her cum is fucking hot

The way her head leans back, the way her chest heaves as she screams and breathes heavily

I look down to where she's on me and fuck I see her legs shaking and her pussy pulsing on me, creaming my cock even more than before it's pooling in my lap

Fuck god, that's amazing

She sits back up with my cock still buried in her

"Good Jo?", I ask

"Amazing", she answers

"Good baby, get ready for more", I growl, laying back down, grabbing her hips and bringing her up my cock then slam her back down

"FUCK", she screams, grabbing my arms tightly

"Again Joonie. Do it again. Please baby", she cries

Joy blasts in my body hearing her call me "Joonie" and "baby"

It's so much better than RM

It may be stupid but maybe it'll be different between us now

I hope so

Slamming her down again, she shouts

"More Joonie, more", she begs, tears falling down her face as she gets wrecked on my cock

"Anything for you baby", I assure her

As I slam her down, I thrust up and she screams so loudly

"Yes Joonie, there, right there"

"Ok baby. I'm gonna give it to you good", I answer, moving faster and faster

"Oh god, oh god Namjoon!", she cries, holding my cock when she explodes

She leans over, putting her hands on my shoulders because she's shaking so hard

I just look up and stare at her, loving the pleasure in her face and the way her pussy is throbbing on me

She collapses on me when she's done and she puts her face in my neck

"Holy shit Namjoon", she breathes

"You want more baby girl?", I ask

She nods, sobbing, "Yeah Joonie. I want more of you"

Yes yes yes

Fucking yes

I love hearing her say that

Rolling over, I get her under me and sit up

Turning her, I put her on her hands and knees, then pound into her

"Yes!", she screams

She clenches me so hard immediately and doesn't let go, making pleasure shoot through every nerve in me

I start moving fast and hard, keeping my arm around her waist so she stays in place while I plow into her waiting hole

"Yes. Oh fuck, yes Namjoon! Harder baby. Harder!", she yells

I pull her legs open more and lean over her back, ramming her hard like she wants

Moving my hand down, I play with her clit while I fuck her

"Oh my god", she moans

"Yeah baby. I want you to cum again. I love when you cum for my cock. It's my favorite thing in the world", I whisper to her

She just moans

"Please baby. Your pussy is so wet and feels so good. My girl is so tight and perfect. Don't you want to cum baby? I thought you wanted me"

"I do", she breathes hard, "I do want you. I love your cock. I love you slamming in me. Keep going and I'll cum all over you like you want baby"

Yes fuck, that's what I want

I snap my hips and go in so deep, making her scream and causing another orgasm, just like I wanted

I see her arms shaking and she's struggling to hold herself up

"Don't fall baby. I'm not done with you yet"

"Joonie", she whimpers

"Just one more baby. Please. For me?", I plead, "Can I make you cum again?"

"Fuck. Yes Joonie, yes", she agrees, cried

I kiss her back and sit up

Grabbing her hips, I slide her up and down my cock

She starts moving too, slamming herself back on so hard

The pleasure is running through my body

God her pussy feels so good

I don't want anyone but her

I don't know how I'm going to be able to stay away from her now

She's clenching my cock and I wait for it

"Fuck Namjoon!", she screams and I watch her pussy throb on me and her cum soak my cock, while she still moves

God, I love seeing that, it turns me on so much more

She slides on me again and I lose it

"Fuck JOANNE, yes baby!", I cry, gripping her hips and coming hard, inside her, ecstasy hitting my body hard, her pretty cunt milking me for all my cum

"Yes Namjoon, oh god baby, you feel so good", she yells

God she's fucking amazing

When I pull out, she falls face down on the bed

Laying next to her, I kiss her shoulders and her back

I love the way her skin feels and the way she shudders under my lips

"My baby is so sensitive now", I smile against her skin

She moans and moves closer to me

Sliding my hand in her sweaty hair, I play with it, not giving a shit that she's sweating.

I just still want to touch her

Because I won't be able to after tonight

Unless I say something to her

But I don't know if I should

I have to think about it more

But now I want her

I want her in my arms

I want to hold her and fall asleep with her

I just don't know if she'll let me stay

"Joanne, uh...", I trail off

"Yeah?", she breathes

"Can....uh....can I stay with you? For the night?"

I'm so scared of her answer

"Namjoon, I don't know if that's a good idea", she answers

My heart falls but I don't blame her

It's just sex to her

I can't expect her to want me or feel different just because we had sex

"Oh uh ok"

"Fuck it", I hear her whisper

"You can stay Namjoon", she answers, "I want you"

Happiness bursts in my heart

Maybe she does feel like I do

She turns to me and moves closer, cuddling into me

"Just hold me Namjoon. Just for tonight", she asks

"I will. I promise I won't let you go", I answer, kissing her cheek

Wrapping my arms around her, I run my fingers in her soft beautiful hair and watch her eyes close

She falls asleep in my arms quickly and I just watch her

I love her but I don't know if she'll ever give me a chance to prove to her I'm different

I'm hoping she will but I just don't know

"I love you", I whisper

Then I close my eyes, falling asleep

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I'm so excited for the 350 event! Thank you for being so kind to us thirsty ppl. Anyways, here are my two characters: 🚬🔞🔴🍑🔦 or 🍥✅️🟢🍅. Hope it inspires you!

Coy | Shikamaru x Reader | NSFW

Prompt: Shikamaru + NSFW + Fem!reader+ "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice" + switches. *Slight bully elements as well

Note: Thanks so much for the prompt! I also decided to make this college!au.

(Link to the event post)

With your books pressed firmly against your chest, you hurried down the hallway, pleated skirt swaying as you went. You needed to study for an important chem test, and you'd be damned if all the study rooms were claimed.

Once you reached the right corridor, typically silent as everyone worked, you walked by each one, noting how the doors were firmly closed and locked, already taken.

The tension squeezed in your chest until you realized one door was still open.

Your roommate had people over, despite having expressed how important the test was, and going back wasn't an option. You needed complete peace and quiet.

Slipping into the room, your breath caught in your throat, alarmed at the sight of someone else there. Your chest deflated at the recognition.

"Shikamaru?" You questioned, brows furrowed.

Shikamaru Nara was by no means a determined student. He took most tests without studying at all, and rather took naps or got high with his friends.

He was also insufferable.

A small smile tugged on his lips, but it lacked warmth and made your skin crawl. "Ah, y/n. Am I taking up the last quiet room?"

You swallowed hard. "Yes, actually. Last time I checked, you haven't studied a day in your life. Why are you here?"

Shikamaru clicked his tongue and leaned back into the leather couch, next to the table and chairs. The silence within the sound-proofed room was deafening.

"I may not need to study, but I can still appreciate a good napping place."

You deadpanned. "Are you serious? Some people actually need to study here. Like me."

"I'm not stopping you." The grin on his face stretched. "I'll get some shut-eye while you study to your heart's content. Why don't you lock the door, sweetheart?"

Biting back every feral thing you wanted to say to him, you closed the door behind yourself and clicked the lock shut. "Don't call me that."

"A bit stressed are we?" Shikamaru tutted, closing his heavily-lashed eyelids with his arms tucked behind his head.

"This test is important, so I'd appreciate it if you would be so kind as to shut up," you snarked back, taking a seat at the table, back facing Nara. You unloaded all your books and supplies, already flipping to the first page.

Shikamaru scoffed, and to your surprise, went quiet. It wasn't like him to back down, especially not when he wanted under your skin.

You had mutual friends with Shikamaru—that's how you even knew him on a campus of so many students. He went to the same parties as you, was in some of the same classes, and always managed to find a way to weasel into your life.

Shikamaru was annoying at best. He loved pestering you, even if you never gave him a reason to.

His teasing was endless. While hanging out with friends, he would belittle you, make you second-guess yourself, and do everything in his power to embarrass you. He seemed to revel in how your cheeks would flush at his snarky comments.

Shikamaru would stoop low enough to tug on your hair if the chance arose, and he would dip down to whisper something irritating in your ear. While his husky voice and proximity would confuse you endlessly, you saw him as a nuisance more than anything.

Fortunately for you, your skin was thick, and his pestering wasn't entirely the issue. It was his audacity, truthfully.

You never knew what his problem was, but having him in the room with you in the perfectly quiet space made everything worse. Unable to relax fully, your mind was on high alert, and you couldn't focus for even a moment.

Releasing a sigh, you reread the same sentence at least five times and adjusted your skirt uncomfortably. Then, Shikamaru's grating voice broke the semblance of concentration you had.

"You aren't coy, you know."

Your brows furrowed. "What?"

He chuckled. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."

Not bothering to look in his direction, you swallowed hard and tried to push back the blush that tried to creep up your neck. "Stop being mean, Shikamaru."

"Mean? I'm just pointing out the facts." You could sense the wicked smirk on his face.

"The fact is, you're an asshole," you snapped, finally turning to look at him. "Why do you always have to bother me? You've never tried to just talk to me like a normal person."

A shade of something unreadable moved across Shikamaru's eyes then, until his smirk dropped into a flat line, more serious than before. "You've got me all wrong."

"How?" you pressed, standing from your chair to get a better look at him. "You act like you hate me."

"I know you pride yourself on being smart and all, but maybe your observation skills could use some work," Shikamaru murmured, allowing that smirk to return. "I don't hate you. I want to be in you."

A chill ran down your back at the confession, frozen by the idea of it. For a split second, you wondered if you misheard him.

He wanted you. He wanted to be inside you.

Shikamaru was amused by the look on your face. He seemed to ease into his place then, confidence returning. "There you go. Now the gears are turning."

"Shut up," you muttered back, unable to stop the blush from crawling up your neck and flooding your cheeks. You didn't know how else to react to such a perception-altering admission.

"I mean it," Shikamaru began, cocking a brow. "Now you know what I want. If I'm correct, I believe you want the exact same thing."

Half tempted to jump through mental hoops to convince yourself he was wrong, you were deceived by your own body. The shiver that ran through you, along with the warmth inside your panties said it all.

Shikamaru was right. Secretly, he had been for some time.

Shikamaru's gaze softened only slightly, and he patted his thigh. "Come here."

Swallowing hard, you took a few steps closer to the couch, watching carefully as Shikamaru leaned forward and put a hand out toward you.

The sensation of his warm skin against yours sent your mind reeling, already weak in the knees at the way his eyes took you in as if you were already naked under his stare. His palm landed on the back of your thigh, just below your ass. His nimble fingers squeezed the soft flesh and he released a sigh at the way it bounced back effortlessly.

Your heart raced all the while his hands slowly explored your thighs, allowing his touch to move upward until he gave your ass a greedy feel. His dark eyes were fixated and determined, hungry all the while he examined you.

"Turn around," he growled, guiding you with a hand.

Obediently, you did as you were told, back turned to him once again. His hands fell to your waist, and they slowly moved down until he reached the hem of your skirt once again.

His palms glided beneath the loose material, squeezing from time to time.

Your cheeks burned all the while Shikamaru parted your lower lips as a result, glad that he couldn't see your face then. But the enthusiastic fluid that gathered in your underwear moved so easily that you only hoped Shikamaru couldn't hear it.

You wanted him badly, and his touch only made it more excruciating.

"Now," Shikamaru murmured, lifting the skirt up to watch as he dragged a finger over the soft imprint of your pussy, just light enough to make you shiver. "If I were to pull these off, what would I find?"

Unable to say the words due to embarrassment, you bit down on your cheek instead, waiting with bated breath as the pad of his finger carefully moved across your clothed folds. The closer to your clit he ventured, the more your legs trembled.

You held back the moans, despite how they bubbled just beneath the surface.

Impatiently, Shikamaru added more pressure, surely aware of the obvious dampness. You were found out the moment he chuckled and rubbed careful circles over your clit.

"Already so wet, huh? I must be right then."

Whole body burning, you silently begged for him to give up the teasing and just give you what you wanted. You needed to know what it felt like to be filled by him. To feel the desperation of his skin against yours.

A breathy moan slipped past your lips with a wave of pleasure that sparked from your clit. "Shikamaru..."

"Be a good girl and unbutton your blouse, baby," Shikamaru hummed, pressing further into your panties, pulling more flustered sounds from you.

Not wanting to waste a second, your fingers fumbled over your buttons like you wouldn't get the chance again. You were finally able to breathe once the last one popped open.

Yet, you were spun around before you could think, and Shikamaru's lustful eyes were on yours, searing into you.

"Sit. Now."

Trembling with anticipation, you straddled Shikamaru's lap, aware of how vulnerable it made you.

"That's better," Shikamaru cooed, bringing his left hand up to cup your jaw while the other wandered back to your underwear. He played with the hem before he moved the fabric aside and brushed his dexterous fingers through your folds. "You want this cock, don't you, baby?"

Whimpering at the feeling, you arched your back and had to prop yourself up with one hand against the back of the couch. It only brought your lips closer.

You nodded desperately, eyes threatening to close at the pleasure his fingers brought you just from all the teasing. "Yes...Please. F-fuck me, Shikamaru."

"You don't have to worry about that," Shikamaru murmured in return, dipping his fingers into your soaked heat. He suppressed a growl at just how wet you were. "But first, you're gonna ride me."

Not needing to hear it again, you nodded eagerly, already fumbling with his button. Shikamaru sat back while you worked it open, followed by the zipper.

Your fingers brushed against Shikamaru's cock, already rock hard in his boxers. He tensed at the contact, followed by a breathy groan once you freed his length from its confines.

"Fuck..." Shikamaru grumbled at the way you pumped him slowly, giving the tip an extra tug before you lined yourself up, too worked up to wait any longer.

While Shikamaru held your panties to the side, you felt the head of his cock against your pussy, asking for entrance. The very thought made your mouth water.

Shikamaru swallowed back a moan at how agonizingly close he was to feeling your velvety walls, and he guided your face closer with his other hand.

He pulled your lips against his in a searing kiss, far more desperate than you had ever felt before. You sucked in a deep breath, surprised by how right it felt.

You never imagined you'd be so close to Shikamaru, tongues fighting for dominance while you slowly sank onto him. To even his surprise, Nara gave up and let a hoarse groan spill past his lips. His eyes squeezed shut at the feeling and cursed under his breath.

Your body sang with a boost of confidence at his vulnerable reaction, and you gripped the back of the couch while you moved further down his length, noting how you stretched to accommodate his size.

At once, you moaned into each other's mouths, equally shocked by the sensations that sparked through your bodies. You stilled once Shikamaru bottomed out inside of you, gripping him for everything he was worth.

Shikamaru dropped his head back and tried to conceal his groans, to no avail. His hands landed on your ass and he squeezed firmly.

"Fuck, y/n," Shikamaru muttered, catching his breath. "Move already."

The command sent a flood of butterflies into your stomach immediately, and you did what you were told, leaning into the couch to lift your hips above him.

His tip dragged against your slick walls as you pulled up, hitting so many sweet spots at once that your thighs trembled from the pleasure. An airy moan escaped you with your head tipped back, and Shikamaru couldn't stop himself from taking you in completely.

Shikamaru swallowed back his sounds until you sank back down again, to which his jaw fell open and he sputtered.

It was your turn to wear a devious smirk, surprised by the hold you suddenly had over him.

Addicted to the feeling of him, you picked up the pace and rode his cock, eager for those shocks of pleasure. Your stomach squirmed at the way Shikamaru was consumed by the feeling, not able to spew his sarcastic comments with you clenched around him.

His brows fixed together while he gazed at the way your breasts moved for him, overwhelmed by everything at once. Shikamaru grabbed your bra and yanked it down to expose your chest, and he palmed them roughly.

A louder moan came from you then, just as fired up from his touch. Your eyes fluttered shut the moment he ghosted one of your nipples with his tongue before he took it in his mouth and worked it.

Your hands slipped through his hair, pulling whenever his cock hit the perfect spot, and you both moaned in unison. The vibration sent through your chest made you shiver.

Your thighs started to grow tired but to your relief, Shikamaru slipped his hands under your legs and he stood, quickly putting you on the table.

Your books and papers went flying with your momentum, but you didn't care, not while Shikamaru put a hand against your neck and slammed into your pussy.

Squealing at the sudden change, your eyes rolled back, and you arched against the flat surface all the while he drove his hips into you again and again, ruthless with his movements.

Every thrust pulled the moans and whimpers right from you, accompanied by the slap of his skin against yours. Shikamaru grunted, gripping one of your thighs with his free hand.

Your body convulsed with every rut of his hips, intoxicated by the way he fucked you, unrelenting and desperate. Finally fulfilling what you both wanted all along.

"Shika—" you croaked, tightening around his cock.

Shikamaru growled at the way you clenched around him, and his fingers flexed against your throat. "Is this what you wanted, baby? For me to fuck you dumb like this?"

You hardly had time to digest the words before you started nodding, eager for your quickly approaching climax. Shikamaru and the feelings he brought you were the only things you could focus on then, craving that sweet release.

Tears gathered in your eyes from the intensity. From the desperation to finish.

Shikamaru chuckled at this. "Such a pretty girl crying for my cock. You wanna cum?"

"Y-yes!" you cried out, reaching for anything to hold.

Fortunately, Shikamaru pulled your hips closer and dropped his spare hand to your core, where he sloppily rubbed your clit. His lips captured yours once again, and he moaned into your mouth.

Your whimpers painted his lips, overwhelmed by it all. Black dots shot across your vision from the deadly combination of his thrusts and his fingers.

"Remember how good this feels," Shikamaru muttered, hovering his mouth above yours while his fingers worked your clit. "Don't forget it was me you cried for."

His words were torturous, and you had no wits left to speak. The breath was stolen from your chest as he bucked into you. The coil in your belly tightened, threatening to snap.

"I'll fuck you senseless whenever you want," Shikamaru panted, fighting against his own weakness. "Just give me the word."

The proposition of having sex again made your stomach flip, and you whimpered. You never wanted it to end in the first place.

A loud moan tore from your lips the moment the pleasure caught up with you, and your hips stuttered against Shikamaru's. You reached for his back and clutched onto him as you rode out the intense waves of your orgasm.

Shikamaru cursed again at how tightly you gripped him, and he buried his head in the crook of your neck, so close. The sloppiness of his thrusts spoke of his nearness, body tensing as he came.

Shikamaru painted your neck with a guttural groan the moment his fingers dug into your skin and he spilled inside of your warmth. He leaned into you as he caught his breath, needing you to keep him upright.

Absently while you basked in the afterglow, your fingers drifted up and down his spine as Shikamaru relaxed. He surprised you by wrapping his arms around you and pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

This was a different side to Shikamaru you had never seen before, and you wouldn't mind discovering more about him.

"If you ever need help studying again, don't hesitate," Shikamaru murmured with a chuckle.

Your lip curled in a small smile. "Don't push it, Nara."

[remapped-soul]

easy, so easy

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Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’?

Lewis and Nico fight all the time, even when there is no championship to win between them, even when only one is left on the grid. They fight about breakfast, they fight about schedules, about attending parties or staying at home watching a movie on their couch. It's in their DNA, ever since they were young and naive enough to think they could have it all. It almost ruined them. Lewis gets riled up. Nico is the quiet, calm one, behaviour learned when they used to bully him. Too pretty, too girly, hair too long, are you sure you're a boy? He knows that yelling won't get him anywhere. He lets Lewis yell, get it out of his system, say whatever he needs to say. Nico knows it's better like this than not talking at all, than ignoring each other when they are two feet apart. Like this, Nico knows his existence affects Lewis.

Other times, they fight about important stuff, about careers, about life. Lewis doesn't understand why Nico can't keep his mouth shut when he's commenting for SkySports. Why he needs to state his opinion on stuff that really doesn't matter coming next race. How can Nico stand all the hate he gets online after? Nico could say it's Lewis' fault that he gets that hate in the first place, but he doesn't. No one forced Nico to retire, no one handed Lewis the championships that came after. It would do Lewis an immense disservice to ignore the work he's done ever since Nico took a step back. Driving at 300 kph brings out the worst in them and Lewis learned how to control that. He's the better one out of the two of them.

What Nico doesn't understand is why Lewis cares. It's just a job and Nico is good at it. He won’t stop anytime soon just because he’s hurting a few fragile egos. If they can’t take then it means they’re in the wrong business.

"It's because I love you," Lewis tells him after he races in Jeddah. "It's because I hate seeing those words said about the person I love.” He deflates, like a balloon. “Idiot,” Lewis adds lamely, as an afterthought. Nico doesn’t — can’t say anything to that. He stares at Lewis and Lewis stares back. They don’t tell each other— that. Nico suspects they’re still too emotionally stunted for them to reach that level of vulnerability. And yet Lewis is defying everything and anything Nico has even known once again.

“You—“

“I love you,” Lewis says again, the easiest thing in the world. “I love you and I wish you loved yourself the same way I do.”

“I—“ Nico has to clear his throat. “You do realise I can’t know what that means.”

Lewis sighs. “Come here, sweetheart.”

Nico goes into Lewis’ arms, lets himself be hugged, kissed, loved. Once you start it’s easy, so easy.

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[lustrumlane]

schrödinger's catboy | kit | prologue

The problem with long, serious speeches from distinguished, unknown people is that there’s never a good time to raise one’s hand and ask— hey, man. What the absolute fuuuuuck is going on?!

Or perhaps that’s just his anxiety getting the best of him. New events always bring up that particular concern, leading to the inevitable, insecure nagging in the back of his mind. Am I being too dramatic? Is everyone else adjusting better to time travel than I am? When he has these kinds of worries, he tries to imagine his online therapist and how she’d react instead. As something of a sample group, or reference, or…  whatever.

This, however, is a particularly difficult cast to judge on an ‘is anyone else showing signs of consternation’ standard. For once, his therapist would probably be as lost as he feels. It’s one of the strangest assortments of people he’s seen. The trench-coated individual hangs near the back of the group as it’s shepherded through the hall, trying to draw deductions beyond wait, is that an elf?!

Despite his best efforts, the only conclusion he does arrives at (made after a pink-haired girl with what can only be described as big ‘could have bullied him in high school’ energy) is: this is probably not a safe space to start breathing into his paper bag.

The brunette does have one extremely pressing question for the people who seem to be— well, if not in charge, per say, than at least familiar with the environment— but his voice dies in his throat as the group is quickly dispatched into search mode. He makes a sound like a balloon deflating as it becomes clear that they will not be splitting off into private sessions where one could, theoretically, voice a prominent-but-extremely-embarrassing concern before it becomes entirely too awkward to bring up later.

Nothing else to be done, then, the young man supposes. Kit Carlisle will have to come out of hiatus for one more— and, quite possibly, one last— case.

… let’s just hope detective work is like riding a bike …