#n she’s just like omg i’m crying n i didn’t tell u i started dating this guy bc i didn’t want it to be real

[dumbthiccbitch666]

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[chippedaxe]

yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

Word count: 2k

Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3

- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

[banananutsmuthie]

YouWeMe FINALE: Game Over

Idol(s): Yoojung × Lucy [Weki Meki] (feat. Arin [OMG])

Word Count: 7.1k+ words

Previous Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 9: The Hunger Game (Yoojung x Arin)

A/N: The story is told from Yoojung's perspective in the first half of the story, then the OC's perspective in the second half. I highly recommend catching up with at least YouWeMe Parts 5-9 first before continuing.

Thursdays were always Arin Day: no matter how busy their schedules were, Yoojung would always find time to hang out with her on Thursdays. She marked the occasion in her notebook as “CAR HANG OUT”, using Arin’s initials since her full name wouldn’t fit into the designated block. It wasn’t like she needed the reminder—she could never forget a date with Arin. Yoojung wrote it down in her notebook because it gave her something to look forward to every week. And this week, they found themselves at a board game cafe that Arin found online and wanted to check out.

“This place is so cute! I’m glad we were able to get a table, usually this place is...”

Arin’s words slowly started to fade in Yoojung’s mind until she couldn’t hear anything coming out of Arin’s mouth. She could see her lips moving and her face expressing excitement, but Yoojung stared back blankly as all she could think about was the game. As she looked at the clock on the wall just beyond her view of Arin, she was calculating that any minute now, one of her bandmates would be sending her some kind of proof that they completed the game. And depending on how things played out, there would be more members sending her proof later throughout the day. Her leg shook anxiously waiting for that first text message.

Then, like clockwork, it came. Yoojung lifted her phone off the table and saw a text from Rina. It wasn’t a photo. Instead, Rina sent her a lengthy text:

Unnie, that letter he has... the one from Sei. You wrote it, didn’t you? I recognized your handwriting. I know it’s a game and I didn’t tell him, but don’t you think you’re taking this too far this time? Can’t we just make an exception and end this game already? I’ll take the punishment for the rest of the girls if I have to.

Yoojung wasn’t receptive to the feedback.

🙅‍♀️🚫NO EXCEPTIONS

Let the other girls figure it out

And y r u so protective all of a sudden, did you develop feelings for my bus fling?

He’s my middle school crush! Do you know what I went through just now? I had to send him away and its ur fault. Im crying alone rn in a yoga studio just to keep you happy with your little game and protect the other girls from the punishment. I swear, if you hurt him…

OMFG this is such a twist!

This is gonna be such a fun ending to the game!

And will you relax? He’ll be fine. I’m assuming you fucked him right? Must’ve been nice finally getting to fuck your crush. You’re welcome btw. Pics please!

Before she even had time to return her focus back to Arin, Yoojung received a picture from Rina as requested. It was a cute photo of her and the guy from the bus, Rina leaning her head on his shoulder as the two of them smiled like a happy couple. Attached, Rina sent one final message:

u know, 4 all the guys and girls you fuck, you really should go fuck yourself unnie

Before she could respond, Yoojung felt Arin’s soft hands against hers, Arin desperately trying to pry her away from her cell phone.

“Jagi-ya, are you even listening to me? You seem preoccupied.”

“Sorry, I’m just antsy because today might be the last day of the game. Rina just sent her photo.”

“The ‘Is this a cute pussy’ guy?” Arin asked.

Yoojung blushed in embarrassment. Her eyes darted toward the other people in the room, checking to see if anyone heard her. She grabbed onto Arin’s wrist and whispered, “Not so loud!”

Arin drooped in her seat and pulled away from Yoojung with a frown of rejection. “I think maybe we can just come back again next week; I don’t want to be a bother,” Arin said. She started to get up.

“No, wait! Ok, I promise you have my undivided attention now. How about I show you just how much I care,” Yoojung begged.

“I’m listening,” Arin said as she sat back down.

“You don’t have to do any listening.” Yoojung smiled as she grazed Arin’s leg with her bare foot underneath the table, eventually slipping under Arin’s skirt and wedging between her thighs.

Arin giggled and pushed Yoojung’s foot away. “Not in public!”

Yoojung respected Arin’s boundaries and pulled her foot away, but no sex since earlier in the week was starting to take its toll on Weki Meki’s resident nymphomaniac. Yoojung leaned in across the table and whispered so that only Arin could hear.

“What if I show you how much I care behind that bookshelf of board games?”

Arin was intrigued. Even with a girl as adventurous as Yoojung, she had never felt the exhilarating rush of public sex while trying to not get caught.

“What about board games? I thought we were going to play 7 Wonders?” Arin asked.

Yoojung leaned further against the table. The neckline of her blouse sagged and revealed a hint of Yoojung’s cleavage. Arin’s eyes widened in surprise as she stole a peak.

“The only wonder I wanna be exploring today is between your legs,” Yoojung responded.

Arin giggled mischievously and looked around the cafe; everyone else was too focused on their own board games to notice the two idols in their presence about to commit the perfect crime. She stood up and grabbed Yoojung by her hand and hurriedly led her behind one of the many bookshelves near the back of the cafe. The games on the shelves collected dust, a good sign that they wouldn’t be disturbed.

Yoojung pinned Arin against the dusty bookshelf. Arin stared down at the shorter Yoojung with longing eyes, her arms wrapping around Yoojung's waist and pulling her in closer. Yoojung's chin playfully rested on top of Arin's bosom and she stared back up with a smile.

“What?” Arin asked.

Yoojung lifted her heels off the ground and transferred all of her weight to the balls of her feet until she was eye to eye with Arin. She leaned in and planted her lips on Arin's soft cheek for a quick peck. Yoojung's playful lips caused Arin to let out a restrained giggle, then Arin puffed her cheeks out as if to say that was enough kissing. Yoojung pulled away and returned back to her feet. In her wake, she left a faint shimmer of her lip balm on Arin's cheek.

“I just can't believe how lucky I am,” Yoojung confessed. “So many of your fans imagine you as their girlfriend and here I am living it.”

Arin giggled before responding, “I could say the same about you.”

Arin was a feral mess. She usually let Yoojung be the dom in their relationship, but the idea of being a highly-visible public figure having sex in a highly-visible place drove her wild. In a surprise move, Arin swung Yoojung around so that Yoojung was the one now pinned against the bookshelf. Yoojung was caught off guard by her girlfriend’s forwardness and ended up accidentally jostling the games on the shelf, creating a domino effect as each game fell in succession.

Arin's body tensed against Yoojung's. She frantically looked toward the end of the aisle as if she was expecting an employee or patron to investigate the noise and catch the two of them in a makeout session. Luckily, the bustle of the cafe masked the raucousness.

“No one's coming,” Yoojung said as she pinched Arin's chin between her fingers and redirected Arin's gaze towards her elated half-moon eyes.

“Not true,” Arin said with a smile. “I'm sure at least one of us will be cumming.”

Yoojung stared back blankly, unaware of the double entendre. Then the light bulb in her head lit up when she realized what her girlfriend was implying.

“Oh!” Yoojung finally said.

Arin nodded, grabbing Yoojung by the back of her thighs and lifting her up against the bookshelf. Yoojung wrapped herself around Arin, her legs around her waist and her arms around Arin's neck as they continued their makeout session.

With their lips locked, Yoojung slipped her hand through the waistband of Arin’s skirt and panties. She pinched at Arin’s pussy lips. She lightly rubbed her thumb against her clit. She even managed to penetrate her with two curious fingers exploring Arin’s G spot. She knew Arin’s body well enough to know exactly how to make her cum, and she was doing everything she could to make that happen.

Arin’s legs started to weaken, mostly from having to hold up Yoojung against the bookshelf but also because Yoojung’s masterful handy work was making her weak in the knees, figuratively and literally. Arin pulled away from their kiss and laid Yoojung gently onto the floor.

The two girls fell into their usual pattern: Yoojung pulling off Arin’s top, then Arin doing the same for Yoojung. Then Arin’s skirt followed by Yoojung’s shorts, every piece of their clothing coming off one by one until they were both naked next to a pile of their useless garments.

“In your purse?” Arin asked.

Yoojung nodded as Arin reached into Yoojung’s purse and pulled out the silver bullet vibrator she always kept on her person. Arin turned it on, rubbing it up and down between Yoojung’s needy pussy lips before settling on pressing it against her clit.

The pulsing vibrations caused Yoojung’s muscles to stiffen from the pleasure, but it was what would always happen next that Yoojung really loved. Arin started to straddle Yoojung while keeping the vibrator pressed on Yoojung’s clit, then she lowered herself until both of them started to feel the sensation from the silver bullet.

Already so sensitive, Arin gushed almost instantly. The feeling of her warm juices started to trickle out of her, the clear fluid dripping onto the vibrator and Yoojung below.

“Already?” Yoojung asked. It was a compliment as much as it was a disappointment; Yoojung knew she had done a good job with her hand shoved down Arin’s panties earlier. “What about me?”

She wasn’t called Princess Arin for no reason. She was always so generous with her time and money to those in need, but only Yoojung knew she was also generous with her body to those who were sexually needy, too. With the vibrator still wedged between them, Arin pressed herself against Yoojung. She pressed her lip against Yoojung’s ear and let out three words: “cum for me.”

“Anything for my princess.”

Arin guided Yoojung’s hand toward the vibrator and exchanged ownership, freeing her hands to massage Yoojung’s breasts and pinch at her tiny taut nipples. Yoojung winced and bit her lip, trying to hold a moan from escaping her mouth. She was still cognizant she was in a public area and didn’t need the attention. She got enough attention performing on the stage for all the Ki-lings; this was a private show for Arin’s eyes only.

“Are you almost there, jagi?”

“Almost there, princess.”

“Here, let me help you.”

Arin fully pressed herself against Yoojung’s body and started to pepper Yoojung’s neck with tender kisses. She took Yoojung’s free hand and directed it onto her ass; Yoojung always loved a heaping helping of Arin cheeks in her hand. Arin then started to bounce up and down on Yoojung which allowed Yoojung to feel the pressure of Arin’s pussy against her own as well as Arin’s ass rippling in her hand. Arin was doing everything she could to produce another orgasm, attacking all of Yoojung’s five senses to do so.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, jagi? Your little princess knows exactly how to make you cum. We’re not leaving until there’s a puddle of your juices on the floor.”

Arin’s cute threat was the final straw that broke the camel’s back. Yoojung was starting to lose control of all muscles in her body with her orgasm taking over. Yoojung’s toes curled and her face distorted into uncontrollable pleasure.

“Fuck!”

Arin felt Yoojung’s grip on her ass tighten. Her back arched up momentarily and pressed against Arin’s chest. The familiar feeling of Yoojung’s warm wetness started to lather Arin’s pussy, trickling down her thighs and onto the floor. Yoojung’s back quickly fell back to the floor as she let go of Arin’s ass cheek completely. Yoojung turned off the vibrator, tossed it to the side, and let out a drawn out moan.

“That was great,” Yoojung said.

Arin collapsed onto Yoojung, their collective sweat causing their bodies to stick to one another in the everglow of their passionate escapade. She rested her head on her shoulder, and as Yoojung’s breasts heaved and pressed into her own chest, she could feel Yoojung’s heart pounding and slowing with each passing breath. Arin kissed her girlfriend on the cheek while she traced a tiny heart on Yoojung’s sensitive nipple with the tip of her index finger.

“We should do this again,” Arin suggested.

Yoojung could only smile. Just then, Yoojung’s phone started to ring.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Yoojung pushed Arin off her and hurriedly rummaged through her purse to find her phone that was drawing too much attention to the back of the cafe. She didn’t even have time to check who called when she answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Unnie.”

“Ya, Lua!”

“Did you send the guy you met on the bus to my pottery class? Because he’s here. Right now.”

“Yes, but no time to explain! Just do whatever you want with him.”

“So how does this work?” Lua asked. “Am I supposed to record a video and send it to you?”

Yoojung cupped her hand over her phone and signaled to Arin to get dressed. She uncupped her phone and responded.

“I’m only a few blocks away. I’m walking over right now so I can get front row seats. And I’m expecting a good show, Lua.” Without so much as a goodbye, Yoojung hung up and rushed to put her clothes back on. She grabbed Arin’s hand as they both rushed out of the board game cafe, lightly jogging the few blocks to Lua’s pottery class.

Arin and Yoojung stopped in front of the ceramic shop, planting themselves across the empty alley, just far enough to not get noticed. There they were. Through the half-shuttered blinds of the shop’s entrance was Lua. She was definitely giving a good show, pleasuring herself on a pottery wheel with the man tied up in front of her watching the lewd scene. Round and round the wheel spun, picking up pace faster and faster until the studio floor shimmered in Lua’s essence. She unmounted from the pottery wheel and collapsed onto the wet floor. After a quick recovery, she got up and started picking up her scattered belongings and putting them back into her bag. Unsatisfied with the show, Yoojung decided to call Lua.

“Hello?” Lua answered.

“Do you see me?” Yoojung waved as Lua looked out through the blinds in her direction.

“Yeah. Is that Arin sunbae-nim?”

“Yes, I brought her along with me. That was a mighty fine show, Lua. But I’m gonna need to see more. He needs to cum, too. Those were the rules.”

“Are you fucking serious? That’s not what you said earlier!” Lua yelled so loud that she could be heard through the door even without the phone, scaring off some birds dawdling on the street.

“Do you really wanna lose the game, Lua? Don’t make me come in there and tie you up too! It’s not like I said you have to fuck him. Just jerk him off, I don’t care what you do.”

Lua hung up without responding and returned to doing just that. Arin and Yoojung watched as Lua played with her dildos and finished the man off. When she was done, she untied the man from the chair and let him go, presumably to the final location in the letter that Yoojung left him: the park where Sei was enjoying her day off. He started to make his way toward the door.

“Fuck! He’s coming!” Yoojung frantically looked up and down the alley for a hiding spot, but with no spot quick enough to get to, she had to think quickly on her feet. “Quick, kiss me!” Yoojung pulled Arin for a kiss, using her as a shield to prevent the man from noticing her presence.

Yoojung was literally and figuratively on her toes. She closed one eye and enjoyed the taste of Arin’s cherry lip balm on her own lips while her other eye remained open and fixated on the man. For a while, he just stood there examining the note in his hand. Realizing he was oblivious to anything outside his own world, Yoojung relaxed, sliding her naughty hands under Arin’s skirt and groping her ass cheeks while still enjoying Arin’s tongue intertwined with her own.

Arin pulled away from the kiss and said, “I want you to fuck me right here.” It was definitely loud enough for the man to hear.

Yoojung tensed again, giving her a look of horror. The game would’ve been all over if the man discovered Yoojung, all thanks to Arin who couldn’t hold in her horniness at that moment. Arin’s mouth opened in shock realizing what she just did and mouthed “sorry” to her girlfriend.

“Get a room, you two,” he shouted. He walked away toward the main road without much more confrontation. Yoojung and Arin let out a collective sigh knowing they dodged a huge bullet.

“What now?” Arin asked.

“Let’s go find some place to eat and enjoy the rest of the fireworks.”

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Sei was enjoying a nice day at the park by herself when Yoojung called her from a restaurant. Sei took the call through her AirPods.

“Sei!” Yoojung’s voice came through loudly on Sei’s earphones. “Bus guy should be heading your way soon.”

“What? How?”

“Remember when we caught Suyeon unnie in the meeting room a couple days ago? Long story short: I made him think you stole my notebook, but I actually have it. I gave him your location and he’ll be headed your way. If you can finish the game today, Lucy will be the loser.”

Sei panicked. Her mind raced trying to think of what she would do when he arrived; she wasn’t prepared for it so soon. She was one of the least experienced in Weki Meki and wasn’t exactly sure what she would do.

“Unnie, I’m not ready for this!”

“Sei, do you really want to lose to Lucy? I mean, if you wanna take the punishment instead of Lucy, that works too…”

Sei saw a cab pull up in the parking lot and a man emerged from the back. Sei figured it must’ve been the man Yoojung was talking about; the dark skies threatened with rain and no one in their right mind would come to the park in this weather without extra motivation.

“Okay, okay! Just tell me what to do. I think he’s here!” Sei pleaded.

“Just keep cool and keep me on the line.”

Yoojung and Arin could hear him through the speakerphone on the other end of the phone call as he started a conversation with Sei.

“Cut the games, Sei. Where’s the notebook?” he asked.

Arin chimed in with her idea through the call, “Oh! Have him play a game of truth or dare for it!”

Having no time to think, Sei followed Arin’s suggestion, confidently commanding the man to play truth or dare.

As the game started, Yoojung and Arin could hear the man choose truth.

“Oh! Ask him if he thinks I have a cute pussy! It’s an inside joke,” Yoojung said to Sei. Arin and Yoojung both giggled as the man said “yes”.

As the game went on, Sei felt more comfortable in executing without having Yoojung and Arin help her. Instead, they both continued to stay on the line and enjoyed the game of truth or dare. When it finally got to the last round, the man picked dare, and Yoojung made sure Sei was going to get her proof.

“Dare him to get someone in the park to take a picture of you and text it to me. And I better see his cum dripping all over your body.”

“Come on. Are you serious? That’s too embarrassing…” Sei said through the call.

“Do it or you’re fucking me with a strapon,” Yoojung replied.

Yoojung heard the man on the other side asking Sei why it would be embarrassing, unaware Sei was actually talking to Yoojung through her AirPods. Sei played it off nicely before sending him to fetch a passerby in the park, leaving her alone long enough to talk to Yoojung in private.

“Unnie, I have to hang up now if I’m gonna have someone take the photo on my phone. I’ll send it to you after it’s done.”

Yoojung and Arin waited in anticipation until they finally got the picture. When it finally came, Arin gasped in awe of Sei’s body peeking through her soaked dress as cum and rain covered her chest and cleavage.

“Jagi-ya, can we invite Sei over to our next threesome? She looks like a lot of fun!” Arin asked. Yoojung could only smile back, too lost in her thoughts about the game rather than her girlfriend’s request.

And that was it. Yoojung was so excited that her game finally ended and Lucy was the lone loser. She was about to announce the results in the group chat before she got another message from Sei:

Unnie! He knows you have the notebook! Says he’s gonna go crash your shopping date with Lucy tomorrow

The notebook reveal hardly mattered to Yoojung, but she had another idea instead: she was going to let Lucy have her fun with bus guy and let her think she wasn’t the loser, then come in at the last minute to give Lucy the bad news. She continued writing a text to the group chat before finally sending it to everyone except Lucy.

If you’re reading this, congratulations! You’re not the loser of the game! p.s- don’t tell Lucy 🤫

Having paid and finished their meal, Yoojung kissed Arin goodbye and went home to prepare for the finale with Lucy.

* * *

Yoojung was enjoying an iced americano at a nearby cafe by herself. She had already told Lucy she was going to be late to their shopping meetup; she was waiting for the right opportunity to catch her in action with the man who was about to run into Lucy. It was already 30 minutes past their scheduled meet time when Yoojung received a text.

Unnie… where r u? you wont believe who im with. in 4th floor dressing room by swimwear. bus guy waiting outside, will leave door unlocked. come quick

Yoojung bolted out of the cafe and made her way to the department store across the street. Yoojung’s short legs took her through the labyrinth of shops and attractions, climbing escalators like they were mountains as she tried to make her way to Lucy to deliver the bad news. She was already starting to lose her breath before she finally found the swimwear. As she made her way toward the fitting rooms that Lucy had told her to go to, she heard Lucy’s voice carry through the swimwear section: “Now it’s my turn to make daddy cum.”

“Jesus Christ, Lucy, you’re gonna get yourself kicked out of here if you don’t shut the fuck up,” Yoojung thought.

Yoojung made her way into the dressing rooms. There was only one closed door. She assumed Lucy was in there, her suspicions confirmed when she heard a man’s voice say, “I’m so close, Lucy.”

Yoojung swung the door open to see a fogged mirror with bodily fluids dripping down from it. She looked toward the floor, Lucy’s youthful naked body riding the man as both of them looked up at her. She exchanged some banter before laughing and confidently declaring: “Game over”.

* * *

“Game over?” You aren’t exactly sure what Yoojung meant, but you’re happy to see her again.

“Unnie, look!” Lucy says to Yoojung, as if she's seeking confirmation for something. Yoojung closes the door behind her and tears off her skirt, revealing her soft lips that you thought you’d never see again.

“Get off,” Yoojung commands as she lightly kicks Lucy off your cock.

“Unnie, what the fuck?!”

Yoojung ignores Lucy’s confused cry and straddles you, lowering herself onto your cock until you’re buried deep into her.

“Did you miss this cute pussy?” Yoojung asks. “Come on, I know you’re close. I could hear you from outside telling Lucy. Cum for me.”

Given your impending orgasm, you couldn’t care less who’s making you cum. Yoojung starts to gyrate on you just like she did the first night you met her when she was teaching you her “choreography”. It feels just as good as you remembered it. You moan out with rapture.

“Fuck, Yoojung, I’m cumming!”

You can’t hold it any longer as you unleash a sea of semen into Yoojung’s canal, her sinister eyes glaring at you as Lucy stares in confusion and anger at a lost orgasm. Yoojung’s tiny body can’t hold all the cum you keep squirting into her deliciously warm pussy; your cum starts to drip out of her and down your spent cock.

Your body lies almost lifeless against the cold floor as Yoojung gets off you. Cum still continues to drip from her crotch, creating a trail as she sits on the dressing room bench, her legs lifting up and her feet resting on the edge of the seat. She spreads her legs, swirling her fingers around inside her and playing with the seed you just implanted her with.

“Unnie, what’s going on? Did I win?” Lucy asks, still confused about the situation.

Yoojung doesn’t mince her words. “No, you lost, Lucy.”

“What, how? Sei unnie, Lua unnie, and Rina unnie still haven’t done it yet!”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” Yoojung can’t hold back the sinister smile across her face. “They all did it yesterday. You’re the last one. Sorry, but you’re fucking me with a strapon when we get home.” Yoojung starts to get visibly excited at the thought of getting fucked by a strapon.

“What? That’s so unfair!” Lucy says.

You’re still lying on the floor. You’re cognizant enough to hear the conversation between Yoojung and Lucy, though not knowledgeable enough to know what’s going on. Before you can ask, Yoojung starts to speak again.

“Speaking of punishments, come over here and lick this cum from my pussy, Lucy.”

“That wasn’t part of the punishment, unnie. You said I have to wash dishes for the next month.”

“Yeah, well… this is your lunch, so you need to lick the plate clean. That definitely qualifies as ‘washing dishes’, don’t you think?” Lucy hesitates. “I don’t have all day, Lucy, come on.”

“Ugh, fine!”

Lucy rolls her eyes and crawls toward Yoojung. She buries her face into Yoojung’s cum-soaked crotch. Yoojung wraps her legs around Lucy’s head, making sure she doesn’t come up for air until Lucy has got every drop of cum in her mouth.

You finally gather enough energy to sit up, backing yourself against the wall. You see Yoojung slump into the bench in enjoyment as you watch Lucy going to town on Yoojung.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on?” you finally ask.

Yoojung closes her eyes as she enjoys Lucy’s tongue massage between her thighs. She runs her stubby fingers through Lucy's hair as she answers your question.

“Well, after I forgot my notebook on the bus that night we met, I just knew you were going to come around eventually to return it. I started a game with the girls where the last one to have sex with you would have—fuck Lucy, right there, don't stop—they would have to do dishes for a month and fuck me with a strapon. Lucky lady Lucy here was the ‘winner’.”

You're still in a state of shock and confusion as you try to make sense of the situation. It slowly starts to piece together as you replay every event since meeting Yoojung in your head: every Weki Meki member wanting to fuck you; the numerous amount of photos taken as evidence; why no one would tell you where Yoojung was; why everyone seemed so focused on the red notebook. You’re still picking out minute details from the last couple weeks when Lucy finally separates herself from Yoojung’s crotch, her mouth full of your seed.

“Ah! Don’t swallow yet! You’re not done ‘cleaning the dishes’!” Yoojung scolds Lucy, pointing to the trail of cum Yoojung dripped onto the floor as well as the excess still on your softening cock. Lucy coldly glares at Yoojung with her chubby cheeks of cum, admonishing Yoojung with her eyes to change her mind. Lucy's breasts rest gently on her crossed arms against her chest, trying to telepathically convince Yoojung to rethink the punishment. Yoojung’s unbent finger relays her unbending determination, continuing to point at the stained concrete as if to say she’s willing to wait all day if she has to. Lucy finally gives in, rolling her eyes at Yoojung again before bowing down toward the floor.

Yoojung watches in enjoyment, fingering herself as she watches poor Lucy lick your cum off the ground. When she’s done, Lucy crawls to you on her hands and knees, parting your thighs as she lowers her mouth onto you and licks up the remaining fluid.

“You’re still not done. Come back here,” Yoojung tells Lucy. “Open wide,” Yoojung commands, Lucy’s face just inches from Yoojung’s crotch. As Lucy does as she’s told, you can see your load in her mouth and Yoojung about to fill it even more with her own juices from her imminent orgasm. Yoojung continues to finger herself until she can’t hold it in any longer. She sprays Lucy in a waterfall of her bodily fluids, some of it going into Lucy’s mouth, but most of it splashing against Lucy’s face, her ruined makeup running down in the process.

“Woo, that’s much better!” Yoojung says as she gets up from her slumped position on the bench. She looks back toward you, grinning as her eyes go back to Lucy and her mouth bursting with cum.

“Why don’t we give bus boy over there one final show before we head back home and fuck?” Yoojung suggests.

You expect Lucy to swallow the load behind her pursed lips, but instead, Yoojung presses her own lips against Lucy’s. You watch the two of them as Yoojung aggressively pokes around in Lucy’s mouth, slurping whatever cum is in there and claiming it as her own. Once Yoojung is sure her transaction is complete, she stands up, hovering over Lucy’s body like a momma bird about to feed her hatchlings. Lucy tilts her head up and opens her now-empty mouth as Yoojung starts to take aim. Yoojung then parts her lips as cum slowly oozes out, creating a long, gooey string of your cum as gravity forces it back into Lucy’s mouth. Lucy receives the last couple drops before Yoojung kneels back down to Lucy’s eye level. Yoojung forces Lucy’s mouth shut as she commands her to swallow. A visible gulp travels down Lucy’s throat before she opens up again to show Yoojung it’s gone. Something tells you Yoojung has made Lucy do this before.

Satisfied, Yoojung grabs Lucy’s clothes hanging on the wall and tosses it at her. “Good! Get dressed. We’re going home!”

The three of you start to put your clothes back on, Lucy not looking too happy with the punishment that awaits her back at the dorm. She takes her sweet time putting on her clothes and fixing her makeup, trying to delay the inevitable.

By now, you and Yoojung are fully dressed, sitting on the dressing room bench as you both wait for Lucy. You look over to Yoojung who’s writing in her notebook. She just finished adding an entry about Arin as you catch her in the process of writing another entry:

Lucy and cute guy from bus: cum swapped bus guy’s load with Lucy in department store dressing room while he watched. made her swallow as punishment for losing game

She smiles at you after finishing the entry.

“So… do you think we can do this again?” you ask Yoojung.

She looks at you in confusion before she realizes you’re being serious.

“Oh! Um, no. It was fun and all, but I don’t really see this as a long-term thing; I get bored of boy toys easily.”

“Well, can I maybe take you to lunch and change your mind?” you ask.

“Hmmm… I don’t see that really happening. I already have a girlfriend,” Yoojung replies.

Lucy freezes in the middle of applying lipstick. “Unnie, you have a girlfriend?” You’re just as shocked as Lucy to hear that, especially after everything that’s happened.

“Yeah, it’s kind of an open relationship. She lets me do whatever I want, but at the end of the day, she knows I’m with her.”

“Unnie! Who is it? How did you meet? Tell me everything!”

“She's an idol. I’ll tell you the rest just as soon as you hurry up so we can head back home and finish your punishment!” Yoojung says, playfully tapping Lucy's breasts.

Lucy finishes reapplying her makeup and Yoojung happily grabs her by the arm as she opens the door.

“Well, it’s been fun, ‘Mr. That’s a Cute Pussy’.” You can’t help but smile at Yoojung—that’s the first time any of the Weki Meki members have ever referred to you as anything other than ‘bus guy’.

Just like you told Elly a couple days ago, you tell Yoojung, “I have a name, you know.”

And just like Elly, Yoojung replies in a sing-song tone: “I don’t care!”

She smiles as she tugs at Lucy’s arm. “Come on, let’s go!”

As they exit the dressing room, you see Yoojung happily skipping away. Her skirt floats up and hangs in the air with every skip, revealing the creamy bottom of her bare cheeks hiding underneath as they bounce and jiggle with each step. Lucy doesn’t seem as excited: she drags her feet as Yoojung continues to haul her by her wrist. As their figures start to get swallowed by the sea of swimwear, you hear Yoojung calling back out to you.

“Don’t forget to stan Weki Meki! And support our next comeback!”

You laugh at how typical of a farewell it is coming from Yoojung.

“Well, that was… something.”

* * *

It had been a few weeks since you last saw Yoojung or any of the Weki Meki members. The feeling of being rejected by Yoojung and being used by her members still stung a little, but you took solace in the fact it was a memorable couple weeks. Despite all the trouble you went through and the fact you’d probably never see them again, you still supported Weki Meki and were excited to finally see their comeback.

You turned the TV on to KBS2, eagerly awaiting Weki Meki’s comeback stage on Music Bank. Soobin and Arin were backstage interviewing the group. Yoojung was standing next to Arin during the interview and the camera cut to them just as Yoojung’s playfully naughty hand squeezed Arin’s butt underneath Arin’s skirt. Arin looked back at Yoojung. Her eyes opened wide and gave off a death glare while her lips communicated the opposite as it curled into a smile. Yoojung knowingly smiled back while Arin, the ever-professional show host, continued to question Weki Meki unfazed as if nothing had happened.

It all started to make sense now:

The “CAR” hang outs. Yoojung cumming harder than ever for Arin. The idol girlfriend. And the noticeable Arin butt squeeze on live tv.

“Holy shit. Yoojung is dating Arin!”

You were happy for Yoojung. She deserved to be happy. You couldn’t help but think how hot the sex between her and Arin would be and just how jealous you were of Yoojung. You started to imagine how Arin’s beautiful body would look naked. You closed your eyes trying to envision it before opening them back up as you smiled from ear to ear.

“Now THAT’S a cute pussy.”

* * *

Epilogue

The moon does its best to grab the attention of anyone still out on the streets. It’s moot. Even at this late hour, the city lights of Seoul continue to drown out the night sky, making the moon an afterthought on a cold and snowy winter night.

The streets are almost unrecognizable without any cars or people. The quiet that cuts through the desolation is quite eerie, if not oddly satisfying. Your tapping foot crunching against fallen snow is the only sound that can be heard for blocks, replacing the usual hustle and bustle of the never-ending concrete jungle. This isn’t the Seoul you’re used to.

Closed eyes are the only way to escape the winter cold, if only temporarily. The vision of lying in a bathtub under running hot water fills your imagination. Yet, it couldn’t replace the harsh reality of sitting alone at a bus stop, hunched over as your scarf dangles from your cold, stiff neck after another late night at work. You open your eyes in reaction to the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Hey there, stranger,” a familiar voice calls to you.

You open your eyes and look out towards the sidewalk. Your eyes struggle to adjust, but it’s enough to see the woman’s vague figure slowly approaching. The moonlight casts a shadow on her face, obscuring her identity even more. Her shadow on the snow-lined sidewalk makes her look like a 5-metre behemoth.

“Doyeon?” you call out to the approaching figure.

There’s no response, but her figure starts to become more clear as she approaches. She really isn’t as tall as she seemed when she was a block away.

“Sei?”

Still no response. As she gets closer, the shadows that covered her face slowly disappear, replaced by her illuminating smile as she finally stands in front of you.

She points at the empty seat next to you. “Is this seat taken?” she asks, her breath visible in the cold.

Suddenly, your tired body is filled with a jolt of energy. Your back straightens from your slumped position and you return the favor with a smile meant for her. It feels like this moment was bound to happen one way or another, an unchangeable point in time, if you will.

Of course it’s her. Of course she’s here. How could it be anyone else?

The universe always gets it right in the end.

You signal her toward the open seat with a smile as big as the Cheshire Cat. “What are you doing here, Soeun?”

She takes the seat you graciously offered her. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you ever since this past summer. I didn’t know how to contact you, though. Until last week, when Yoojung unnie told me she first met you on this route. I’ve been passing by every day ever since, hoping I’d run into you.”

Soeun continues, “I’m sorry about everything. I kept replaying that moment in my head when you came into the yoga studio. I wanted to tell you, ‘Don’t go.’ I wanted to tell you about Yoojung. I wanted to tell you about the game, but Yoojung can be… demanding. I couldn’t bring myself to betray my bandmates if I told you about the game—that’s why I couldn’t ask you to stay. I had to make a horrible decision and I’ve regretted it ever since. In fact, I was so mad at Yoojung unnie that I didn’t speak to her for months after that. She recently apologized and that’s when she told me where I could find you. Still, losing you a second time like that, it was the worst day of my life.” She holds back tears as she looks back up at you with a smile. “But it was also one of the best days of my life because I got to see you again.”

You reassure her, “It’s not your fault. I totally understand. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

Her warm body inches toward you, finally wrapping her arm around yours as she grasps you tightly for warmth.

“How many stars do you think are in the sky tonight, oppa?”

It’s impossible to give her an answer; there’s just too many stars to count. The only stars that matter aren’t even stars at all.

Soeun’s eyes reflect the moonlight underneath the cover of the bus stop, twinkling like the stars above and continuing to rain jubilant liquid crystals down her cheek.

A feeling of déjà vu overcomes you, recalling the night you left Soeun many years ago. Only this time, you don’t have to leave her.

“I really missed you, Soeun.”

“I missed you too, oppa,” she says, her head now resting on your shoulder.

“Don’t go away again,” you tell her, mirroring the same command she gave you the second time you left her last summer at the yoga studio.

She chuckles. “Not this time, oppa.”

“You promise?”

“Promise.” Soeun continues to grasp tightly onto your arm, snuggling up your shoulder and enjoying the reunion.

In the quiet twilight while waiting for the bus, the streets are still empty. No Yoojung. No red notebook. No games. Just you and Soeun together as one again, experiencing the same jubilance you felt when you kissed Soeun for the first time.

Soeun breaks the silence. “Do you remember that night on the rooftop when you left?”

“Of course. Why?”

“I said if you ever came back, I made you promise to come look for me. And do you remember what you made me promise to do in return?”

It’s been too long to remember all those tiny details. Does it even matter? Soeun is here now.

But then she reaches into her jacket and suddenly all your childhood memories with her start rushing back when she produces an item from her pocket.

“Here. I got this for you.” Soeun hands you her present: that all-too-familiar orange package of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.

It doesn’t matter how or where she found it. The only thing that matters in this moment is the significance of what it means and the promise it represents. It’s the start of something new. Words don’t need to be said. You knowingly smile at Soeun as her soft lips give you a peck on the cheek. Promise fulfilled.

Suddenly, you hear the slight hum of the bus’ engine as it turns the corner and makes its way toward you.

“Come on.”

Your fingers interlock with Soeun’s. Warm. Inviting. Nothing can ever beat this feeling. As the bus door opens in front of you, a rush of refreshingly warm air escapes the vehicle and grazes your freezing faces. You both board the bus hand in hand with a whole new journey ahead of you.

Something tells you this isn’t the last time you’ll be seeing her.

THE END

A/N: A very huge thank you for those who started from YouWeMe Part 1 and stuck it out to see it to its ending! I hope you enjoyed the series! Be sure to check out the retrospective link below for a bunch unreleased A/Ns: series notes, foreshadowing lines, and other behind the scenes notes.

Next Story in Series: YouWeMe: A Retrospective

[holland24-7]

CRUSH (Social media AU)

Tom Holland x Reader!

SUMMARY: You have a huge crush with your favorite actor Tom Holland and decide to make it public, what’s the worst that could happen?

—INSTAGRAM—

yourinstagram ✓

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yourinstagram If someone knows him in person pls tell him to call me 🔥🔥🔥

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zendaya ✓ @tomholland2013 call her u idiot!

tomholland2013 ✓ can’t say I won’t, dm me her numberrrrr

yourinstagram ✓ sending it rn 🥵

mrsy/n OMG HE COMMENTED, Y/N MUST BE FREAKING OUT

holland4life call me too please! 😩

zandhmyfav what’s going on here!? I thought Zendaya and Tom were dating!

tomholland2013 ✓

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tomholland2013 The view ... @yourinstagram

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zendaya ✓ I’ll be the maid of honor

yourinstagram ✓ Not there ... just yet!

robertdowneyjr ✓ proud of you kiddos, y/n tell your dad to call me

tommysfan r u guys really dating?

callmey/n they look so cute together I feel like crying 😭

cantrelatetou she’s not that pretty tho

yourinstagram ✓

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yourinstagram suddenly found inspiration for new music (thanks @harryholland64 for the snap 📸 and thanks @tomholland2013 for making me so happy)

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harryholland64 ✓ not gonna lie, kinda felt uncomfortable with all the PDA, next time don’t count me in

tomholland2013 ✓ grow up mate

nikkihollandphotography can’t wait to meet you y/n!

yourinstagram ✓ omg, me too Nikki, see you next week! 💕

y/nno1fan you’re meeting his family already!? So happy for u guys I JUST CAN'T

tommybabe girrrrrrrrl talk about being lucky 😒

mrsspideywatson I’m sure she’s just a phase, not long until they break up

tomholland2013 ✓

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tomholland2013 Hollands and Y/L/Ns thanks for the amazing vacations @yourinstagram

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yourinstagram ✓ can’t wait to do it again sweetheart! ❤️

zendaya ✓ hey, why wasn’t I invited? 😒

tomholland2013 ✓ Sorry Z, had to meet my in-laws

samholland1999 yeah and he messed that up on his own, didn’t need any help

tomhollandandzendaya so this is is serious huh?

tomhphile imagine being y/n and introducing Tom to your family DUDEEEEEEEE 😭

y/n.lovely he’s so lucky to be with her, she’s perfect

A/N: Sorry for any typos, English is not my first language! I’ll start taking requests for social media au or just regular imagines, feel free to send them! Credit for the images to the owners! 💕

[anyoneseenadam]

omg can u do smth about the inner circle finding out about reader and azriel’s relationship? maybe they’ve been like secretly dating for a while! ily <3

pairing: Azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: butt ton of fluff

a/n: i made this a part two to this fic! but it can be read separately, i love az sm so i hope you enjoy!! (this has not been proofread sorry lol)

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A week later you were invited up to the house of wind. Azriel was swamped with work and missed you, and since he stayed there most the time he had dragged you in with him.

Currently you were lying in his bed, curled around a long pillow, and sleeping, wearing one of his shirts and your panties while he trained. He had promised you he would introduce you all soon but so far you had been sneaking about the house. A task that was easy for the spymaster, but less so for you.

He had tried to treat it like a holiday. Sneaking you down to the kitchen to bake cookies at midnight and spending nights on the roof, pointing out constellations.

When you had first arrived Azriel had explained what was going on with Nesta and Cassian as he snuck you in. While you were walking up, giggling behind one hand, the other tightly clasped in Azriel’s warm calloused hand, you had run into Nesta. Your eyes had widened meeting her, stomach dropping as she sized you up and down.

“Nesta,” Azriel’s voice calmed you slightly as you wrapped both hands around one of his, moving behind him ever so slightly. “This is my girlfriend; we’ve been dating for about six months and you cannot tell Cassian.”

She had smiled then and reached a hand out to shake yours, “am I the first to find out then?” she asked and you nodded.

“I’m (y/n).” You muttered, some confidence coming back.

“Pleasure to meet you, if you ever need someone to bitch too about him come to my room,” she left with a warm smile and you laughed, turning to Azriel.

“I like her,” you said, and he looked down at you frowning.

“Why would you need to bitch about me?” he asked, and you kissed his pout away, pulling his hand to continue onwards.

“Probably cause you smell.” He jabbed your side before picking you up and carrying you over his shoulder into his room, dumping you on the bed and crawling over you.

“Horrible girl,” he muttered, pressing kisses into your neck as he ground his hips down into yours. You giggled into his mouth; the rest of the day spent tangled up in him.

The next few days after that were relaxing. He was always away first thing to train, but you weren’t going to complain when he came back stripping of his clothes, sweaty and flushed but always holding a coffee for you.

The rest of the day would be spent either flying out to walk around shops and see markets in other courts, or sometimes flying over mountains, safe and secure in Azriel’s arms. The day before he had prepared a picnic and taken you to a beautiful field, smiling as you pointed out different kinds of flowers, before he picked a gerbera daisy and pushing it behind your ear, then kissing you so hard you almost fell over.

You woke slightly when Azriel returned, his heart warming when he saw you dozing, engulfed in his scent. He put your coffee next to you and you muttered something inaudible to him, snuggling further into his pillow and smiling sleepily when he pressed a kiss to your head, eyes never opening. He sat by you for a minute and pushed the hair away from your face before deciding he was going to bring you breakfast.

He pressed another kiss to your head before standing, quickly replacing his sweaty clothes, and leaving the room, letting you sleep in. His mind so filled with thoughts of his pretty girl and the smile she would give him when she woke up that he didn’t notice that Cassian wasn’t in the kitchen at his usual time.

You on the other hand noticed it pretty quickly, waking suddenly when the door slammed open, a man’s voice that you didn’t recognise asking your absent lover a question.

The well-built man stopped suddenly when you sat up in bed, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he tried to work out what to say.

“You’re not Azriel.” He stated, realising that the strange girl he saw was covered in his brothers’ scent. And was wearing his brothers’ clothes. And drinking coffee from his brothers’ mug.

“Yes I am.” You said on impulse, shaking your head at your own stupidity but relaxing when the man you presumed was Cassian relaxed.

“Who are you?” he asked, a smile breaking out on his face when he realised who you were.

“Umm I’m (y/n), Azriel’s girlfriend.” You sat up straighter, pulling the covers tighter over you as you realised you were half dressed.

Cassian’s eyes lit up and he ran to your side, sitting in front of you and cheering. “Tell me everything! How did you guys meet? What do you do? How long have you been together?” he bombarded you with questions and you laughed nervously, silently preying that Azriel would return soon.

“Uhh we’ve been together for about six months and I own a flower shop, that’s where we met,” you explained to him when the door flew open again, another tall, dark haired man running in with three women. You recognised your high lord and lady and blushed bright red as they stared at you, smiling so widely.

“We came as fast as we could.” Rhys explained, introducing himself, his wife and Amren and Morrigan. They all crowded you and you moved back slightly, feeling the panic rise in you as they all asked you a million questions.

They were all kind, but so excited that their friend had gotten a girlfriend they were acting slightly insane. You tried to answer their questions, but they were coming so fast that your breathing began to pick up slightly, insecurities rising as you realised that you had just woken up. Your hair was probably a mess, and you hadn’t even washed your face, and you were in an old t-shirt and probably smelt bad.

You looked up when Azriel walked in, his eyes widening at the sight of his entire family in your room.

“What are you guys doing?” he asked as his family turned to him instead, asking him a million questions, Cassian practically in tears that he hadn’t been told.

You jumped when you felt a hand on your arm, turning to see Feyre smiling at you, “I’m sorry if we freaked you out a bit,” she said and you went to deny but she continued, “it can be a but much I know I went through similar, except for me it wasn’t eight in the morning!” her voice raised at the end and Rhysand turned around sheepishly.

“You’re right, my deepest apologies,” he said, still unable to keep the smile off his face, “Come to ours for dinner this evening.”

You smiled at him, nodding as your knee bounced to get rid of the anxious energy, muttering goodbye as Feyre and Rhys dragged their family out the room.

“I love you!” Cassian called over his shoulder and you laughed, eyes filling with tears you were trying to hold back.

“Cauldron baby I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Azriel asked and you nodded at him laughing at yourself as you cried.

“I’m okay, really. They were all so nice.” You assured him as he put down the tray he was holding and wrapping his arms around you.

“Then why are you crying?” he asked, his hands gentle as they wiped the stray tears.

“I cry at everything, the other day I cried because someone said they liked my dress,” you laughed and he shook his head, laughing with you.

“You’re in touch with your emotions,” he reasoned,

“I’m a baby. A baby with no social skills that gets overwhelmed very easily,” His shoulders shook with laughter as he lay the two of you down, “I haven’t even had my coffee yet and that was so much social interaction.” You complained, wiping your eyes as you calmed down.

He smiled down at you, kissing your forehead gently, “Are you up for seeing them properly tonight?” he asked, holding you so gently.

“Yeah it’ll be nice,” you assured him, “plus I do think me, and Cassian have to discuss our shared love for you. I think we might start a fan club.”

Azriel laughed, “If you say so.”

“I really do by the way. Love you I mean. Like I love you so much it makes me stupid, when I’m bored I just think about you and things we could do, and it makes me so happy.” You raised yourself up to look down at him as you spoke, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as he smiled dopily up at you.

“I love you so ridiculously much too.” You sat up together, your back pressed against his chest as he passed you your coffee and the breakfast he had prepared the two of you.

The stress of tonight could come later, you were just content to spend the rest of your morning in his arms.

[taro-im]

Tsukishima Calls you Fat~

warning: kind of angst to fluff

*******ALSO ALL BODY SIZES R BEAUTIFUL *******

this is just a scenario so pls love your bodies

also this is my first time writing so sry if it sounds cringey or weird 😶

Tsukishima and you are about to go to your first year of college

Tsukishima and you have been dating since your first year in Karasuno, in your third year you were starting to stress out more because of exams, career paths, and the future

So during your last year you have been stress eating it has been a bad habit of yours to stress eat, you didn’t pay attention to how much you ate because you were more focused on exams and getting into your dream college

You barely spended time with your boyfriend Kei Tsukishima you guys haven’t seen each other after graduation …………….

Finally you got into your dream college, it felt like you were on Cloud 9

The first person you called was Kei and he was so happy for you

Him and you got into the same college and planned to rent an apartment together in 2 months………..:…………………………………………….

One day you were in the bathroom and noticed you gained more weight than usual, you went on your scale and noticed you gained 10 pounds you were shocked and disappointed in your self, how did you gain 10 pounds in only 3 months? you blamed yourself and beated yourself up about it

Then you decided to go on a diet, you felt embarrassed if Tsukishima saw you like this, you didn’t hung out with him, you lied and texted him “ I’m going to my home town for the summer” You barely ate, all you did was run and exercise all summer it was always very hard for you to loose weight since you were a child

Finally you only lost a couple pounds, you felt more confident and happy

lil time skip college starts soon

it has been the day you’ve been waiting for, seeing your boyfriend after 2 months of only texting each other, you jumped into his arms and hugged him so tight and he patted you on the head and said “ idiot your hugging me too tight I’m not going anywhere come one lets put our things in out apartment” you giggled and both started to unpack and settle into this new place that you will be sharing with your loving boyfriend

You and Kei talk about how your summers went and cuddled under the beautiful view of the Tokyo night sky

time skip 4 months of living together

It was a very stressful day for you, you had 2 big projects due in a week, that would affect your grade. You haven’t stressed ate in a long time tbh when you ever were stressed you would either barely eat or eat to much but you would never noticed

You and Kei never really saw each other only in the morning, He worked part time at a music store and the job ended at twelve so you only had a glimpse of each other before you went to school, that whole week you stressed ate and binged, finally it was time to turn in the assignment and you gotted an A on both you were so happy and all the stress was gone, you celebrated with one of your friends from high school at a restraunt, she looked at you and said “ omg y/n you gained so much weight what happened did you stress eat again???” Suddenly you mood was sour, she enjoyed the dinner and you barely touched your food, you looked in the mirror in disgust and noticed you gained that weight back you hated yourself for it so you tried you best at starving your self, you lost most of the weight you gained and felt a little better

Today was a Saturday, Tsukishima was off and today you and him finally got to spend time with each other after a long time even though you both live together you barely saw each other or texted each other then you used to, it felt like your relationship was falling apart

Tsukishima wasn’t in his best mood today and you didn’t even knew that he got fired from his job. While Tsukishima was in a bad mood you were so happy he got to stay home today so you figured that you and him could cuddle and watch movies together so you made cookies and brought snacks from the store and went to his room……………

“Keiiiii guess whattttt I made cookies for us and some snacks we could watch a movie and cuddle together” you said in pure excitement not noticing he was pissed “ not now” he groaned “come on we haven’t spent time with each other for a long time it will be fun” you said, “Can you fuck off Y/n I’m not in the mood right now and it looks like you’ve gained weight so I think it’s best not to eat any cookies or snack right now you should be in a diet” he said in anger and frustration, your face wall full of embarrassment, you holded in your tears, you didn’t even know what to say all you could think of to say was “ sorry for bothering you I’ll just throw the food away” you left and closed the door trying to hold in your embarrassment, guilt, and anger you were trying your best to loose that weight you only had 1 meal a day you haven’t had snacks since the project which was a month ago, your friend called you fat but you didn’t really take close to heart because she was only being honest, you tried your best but now suddenly your boyfriend tells you this? You feel so lonely, even though you both were bo the living in the same roof it feels like you were more distant then ever, all your insecurities when into your head.

After that fight you saw Tsukishima more often but it was so awkward, you tried avoiding him he would try to start a convo with you but you would cut him off and say “ sorry I have um I have something important to do” and you would go to your room, he would always be in the living room studying, you felt really petty for ignoring him but you just couldn’t go back to normal he didn’t even apologize, you took his words to close to heart and barely ate just water and some granola

“Hey Y/n I brought your favorite cake today and your favorite drink come eat with me” he said, He literally just called me fat 2 weeks ago the fuck? you felt so angered and said “just throw it away I don’t want to get fat” “who called you fat you look fine?” He said so confused, you had tears from built up anger, tears trickled down your face making Tsukishima shocked and hugged you tightly “darling what’s wrong why are you crying who made you upset?” He said confused “you literally called me fat 2 weeks ago, and told me to fuck off i just wanted to spend time with you, and you just got angry at me” you said sniffling, Tsukishima suddenly remembered what happened 2 weeks ago he was so angry that he accidentally took his anger out on you “I’m so sorry Y/n I’m such an idiot… I took out my anger on you that I didn’t even payed attention to what I said, that day I got fired from my part time job and I wasn’t in a good mood I’m so sorry baby I didn’t mean to hurt you” he said sounding regretful “It’s ok Kei I’m sorry to hear that you got fired are you ok?” You said concerned “It’s ok but I just needed a little more money to get you that bag you saw in high school I was going to surprise u for yur birthday but I can’t buy it now” he said, so the reason why you didn’t see him that much is because he wanted to buy that bag In display during high school which was really expensive… he really remembered that one time you went to Tokyo together in highschool, You always thought that your boyfriend never really noticed but he did. Both of you makes up with each other but Tsukishima was mostly sorry and you both decided to go on a date tommorow and spend the whole day together

[kaemaki-enthusiast]

OH OH IDEA !!! FOR A FIC

SO maybe Mirabel, Isa, Luisa and Milo making secret pride flags and a lil el gee bee tee party in Isa's room

Orrrr either one of those with a gn reader having gender/sexuality crisis

hii!! so i decided to do the latter prompt with mirabel!! hope u don’t mind ❤️❤️

i don’t care what you are!

mirabel madrigal (she/her) x GN!Reader (they/them)

warnings: anxiety, identity crisis ?? i don’t think anything else

y/d/n - your deadname

[483 words]

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you had paced in your room for almost an hour, you didn’t know how to tell her. you didn’t feel like [agab], but you didn’t not feel like it??? you had been stress crying just half an hour ago, you anxiously rubbed the sides of your arms that encircled you when you heard your madre call your name from downstairs.

you wiped the dried tears off your face and went downstairs to see your gf, she smiled widely at you, giving an excited wave, you completely forgot about your date with her today.

“hola, mi estrella!! you ready??”

“ay, give me a moment” you sprinted upstairs to grab the bag that matched the girl’s, slid on your shoes and went back down, saying bye to your mother and siblings and went out the door. you two decided on sitting by the pond for a small picnic, Mira had the food in her bag, you two held hands as you walked through the small forest, reaching the clearing after awhile, you stood and watched the water as Mira set up the blanket and food,

“ready!!” Mirabel sat and patted the spot next to her, you smiled at her and sat down, you took an arepa her mamá made and took a bite, after awhile you two had finished the food and were just talking, mainly Mira.

you began to pick at the name sewed onto your bag, ‘y/d/n’ you hated the sound of it, it was all wrong, it didn’t fit you, it wasn’t you.

“querida/querido? you okay?” mirabel grabbed your wrist, gently, away from the bag you looked up to meet her eyes and quickly look back at your lap,

“y-yeah, im fine” you brought your knees up to your chest and hugged yourself with the hand Mirabel wasn’t holding.

“amor, you can talk to me about anything, you know that right?” she said as she cupped your cheek, you looked up and made eye contact with her, nothing but sincerity and love in her eyes. you took a deep breath and let it out, sitting how you originally were, you started,

“i don’t know if i’m [agab], i don’t feel like i am but i don’t feel like im not.” you felt yourself tear up a bit, but you felt a warm hand wipe the tears that spilled.

“mi todo, i don’t care what you are! i love you and nothing would change that,” she smiled at you and when you smiled and laughed she cupped your face with both her hands and peppered your face with her kisses. she wasn’t going anywhere, and neither were you

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omg that seems rlly long writing it, but it really wasn’t T-T

i hope u still enjoy!! ❤️❤️

[formidxble]

summary: you and chan follow a routine every night. tonight’s different. 

pairing: bang chan x female reader 

word count: 3.1k

genre: angst, like Extreme Angst™️, college!au, established relationship

warnings: a lot of swearing, toxic relationship, mentions of sex ( oh and btw, this is not beta read. we die like men)

note: omg? finally? i got to write something and now i’m posting it on here? confidently??? who is she, we don’t know her! enough jokes though, this is my first fic ever that’s going to be posted on this platform, so i’m excited! constructive criticism and feedback are welcome 👉🏻👈🏻. 

tagged ❤️: @popisdead @hanflix

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it’s become routine at this point. 

when chan sees your room’s light turn off, it’s a signal that your roommates are now headed to bed and that you’re ready to come out and meet him. it’s been a busy few months for the both of you and the nights were the only time you two could meet. he’s a business major working on his business proposals for the semester and you’re a performing arts student, preparing for this semester’s art production. saying it was hard to make time to see each other was an understatement. nevertheless, you two made sure you still met, may it be only for a few minutes. some nights you were lucky, being able to meet for an hour or so. nights were reserved for chan and for chan only. 

after putting on your coat, you reached out for the door knob as you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. “are you coming or not? i’m freezing” you sigh softly.

the first few nights were fun, you have to admit. impromptu grocery shopping for the both of your food supplies for rest of the week, a few make out sessions here and there, and sometimes, leading to even more if you both were lucky enough. it gave you a high you never thought you would ever come down from. whenever he kissed you after a long day, you felt as if the weight on your shoulders fell off, even for just a moment. whenever chan held you in his arms and told you it was going to be okay, your chest loosened, even for just a moment. chan was the calm in the chaos and when you were in his car, holding his hand and feeling his lips lingering on yours, he provided the needed break you longed for during the day.

but, as the days and weeks passed by, the nights became shorter and quieter. rides became quicker and the good conversations slowly turned into mere small talk. no longer would he give you soft touches, no longer would he ask how your day went, and no longer would chan look at you the way he did before. no more i love you’s, no more second glances when he dropped you off at your dorm during the early hours of the morning. you excused the change of behavior as the result of your fatigue in school. the change was expected, you always told yourself.

it’s become a mantra now, something you repeated to yourself as you lied in bed at night, a routine. a routine. 

you close your eyes for a moment as you twist the doorknob to open the door. you focus on your phone again as soon as you got out of your dorm. “coming."

you spotted chan’s car a mile away. before, he would put the window down to greet you, a soft smile spreading across his face. now, you were faced with the car’s tinted windows, your reflection staring back at you as you wrapped your fingers around the handle of the car door. you heard the lock click. 

“hey,” you mumbled. you heard a soft hum in response. you quietly put the seatbelt on, relaxing your back on the seat as you stared ahead. chan was on his phone, seatbelt off. light from his phone illuminated his features. the bags under his eyes were a little bit more prominent than the last time you noticed. you wonder if he’s been eating, getting enough sleep, but you weren’t in the position to ask now. not when frustration is starting to boil in your chest.  

you didn’t know if you should call him out. it was his way to unwind as well, but then again, he was there to pick you up for a short date. this was the only time you both had for yourselves, yet here he was, texting away on his phone. this shouldn’t annoy you as much as it does now because chan does this whenever he was waiting. 

“hey,” you repeat louder. chan looks up from his phone, an eyebrow raised. 

“yes?” he asks, turning his phone off. the two of you are surrounded in darkness, with only the light from the lamp posts outside lighting the interior of the car. 

“what do you mean, ‘yes?’ are you serious?” chan furrows his eyebrows at your words as he straps himself in. he turns to you, blinking. you suck in a breath. 

“this is the only time we get to spend together and you’re on your phone? are you ser—“

“i’m sorry. there,” he breathes,  “can we move past this? i’m not in the mood to fight.” he interrupts. you open your mouth to say something back, but you’re cut off by the movement of the car. 

the air inside the car was heavy, heavier than usual. sure, you and chan had a couple of unresolved fights the other nights and sure, you spent you early mornings crying over him, but it should have been resolved with the few kisses he gives you, right? then why are you so upset now? chan makes amends, tells you he’s sorry for raising his voice, for ignoring you the whole day. he was busy, right? of course he’ll end up not texting you. he kisses the pain away, even though he’s the reason for said pain. he talks his way out and if he avoids the topic of the fight, you wouldn’t mind. that was the routine. but not tonight, apparently. 

“you’re always not in the mood.” you whisper, crossing your arms in front of your chest. you watch the trees outside of the car starting to blur as chan’s driving sped up. this night will end as quick as it started, you thought. you hear a sigh beside you. 

“i just—“ chan starts, “i can’t fight anymore, y/n. i’m tired.”

“and you think i’m not?” you answer back, looking at the man beside you, “god, we never talk anymore, chan. all we ever do is fuck the pain away and—“

you’re cut off by the sight of chan’s knuckles slowly turning white on the steering wheel. you almost don’t see the way he clenches his jaw. he pulls the car over at the side of the road and for a second, you think you two will be able to finally talk about your issues, the problems that were never muttered, but still plagued your relationship. god knows you wanted to hear from him, anything— fuck, just anything to finally resolve it, fix it. to finally end the routine you both had. but that hope shatters as soon as his mouth opens. 

“what do you want me to say? we’ve been okay, we’ve been fin—“

you let out an exasperated sigh, eyes meeting his, “we aren’t fine, chan, we haven’t bee—“

“what do you mean?” chan questions. he removes his seatbelt to turn to you. a gentleman he still was, even though you knew he was avoiding the topic. again. “fuck, what do you want me to say? i was on the phone. how does that merit a full blown argu—“

“it’s not about the damn phone!” you exclaim, finally feeling the frustration in your chest blow over. 

were you going crazy? why didn’t he see the changes? doesn’t he feel the frustration? were you the only one feeling this way, then? does he feel that everything was okay or were you that good at acting that everything was okay, that nothing was wrong? you run a hand down your face as you try to collect yourself.  the car became quiet, as always. chan was never really vocal about things like this and let you do the talking. maybe this is why issues were never resolved. 

“then, what is it about?” chan mumbles, eyes never leaving your form. you let out a soft scoff.

"what is it abou—are you kidding me? are you fucking with me?”chan raises an eyebrow in response, furrowing it afterwards. he lets out a sarcastic laugh after a few beats of silence. he shook his head as he turned to face the road again. 

“is this fight going to last all night? if so, i’d rather just drop you off,” he starts to put his seatbelt on, "we can continue our date when you’re not this moody."

and at that moment, your world nearly stops. the silence in the car was loud and the tension, if you could see it, could be cut with a knife. his words echo in your mind as the car starts moving again, chan preparing to make a u-turn to go back in the direction of your dorm. 

“not...this...moody?” you repeat to yourself. chan nonchalantly hums in response. 

you couldn’t even look at this man anymore. it was as if you didn’t know him anymore. he carried the name of your boyfriend, but was he really the chan you knew? the chan you knew won’t be able to say these things to you, let alone treat you like this. you feel like a deer in headlights, shocked at how everything led up to this moment. and to think that the turning point of your relationship was something as simple as chan being on his phone. you closed your eyes as you tried to fight the lump forming in your throat. 

“so, what am i supposed to do?” you ask. "just go home and think about what i did? what i said?”

chan shrugs. he shrugs. you couldn’t believe how he didn’t take this conversation seriously. was it because you’ve been in this exact same situation before? sure, fights have been frequent, but were they frequent to the point that chan just straight up ignored them? to the point that he never brought the topics up again? no effort to try and fix it?

was he that tired that he was willing to let everything pass? let you suffer in silence? 

“stop the car,” you whisper shakily. chan doesn’t listen, though. he never does, he rarely does. he never listens anymore. 

“chan, please stop the car,” you feel stupid begging, but that does it. he stops the car again, your dorm building in sight. his knuckles start to turn white again, but he closes his eyes this time. you hear him take a sharp inhale through his nose. 

“i can’t fight anymore, y/n, please, just...we can fix it tomorrow, whatever it is.”

you let out a soft sob at his words. “chan, you always say that, god, you always say that.”

chan grips his steering wheel tighter. “yes, i do, but we always fix it. we always end up fixing it.”

“no, we fucking don’t!” you scream now, releasing the frustration that has been clawing to come out, “no, we don’t fix things, we fuck it away and we pray that things magically turn okay in the morning, but it never does! it never fucking does!”

chan stays quiet, eyes drifting to the car floor. you wish you could know what he was thinking. you wish he would talk to you, tell you what he really felt instead of just sitting there. god, were you tired. you were tired of pretending things were okay when they aren’t. you were tired of telling yourself it would be fixed, that the relationship would go back to normal, but it never does. and you just somehow have to live with it because that’s how it is with you and him. that’s the routine, right? and even though you hated it, you tolerated it because you loved him. but people will reach an end point, one way or the other. you can’t help but feel that this was yours. 

“loving you is so exhausting, chan, i—“ your voice cracks, “i’m supposed to be content with this treatment? you and i not talking the whole day and then meeting at night just to make up for lost time, have sex, and pretend that everything’s okay, that the fights have not gotten out of hand, that we’re going to be ok—“

“we are going to be okay, fuck, it’s not that easy,” chan mumbles, “i’m trying, y/n, but i can’t give you everything you need, not anymore.”

silence fills the car and it engulfs the two of you. 

"what changed?" you sob softly, tears now slowly flowing down your cheeks. it was okay, a few weeks ago. days became busier, tasks became heavier, but did that mean that your relationship had to deteriorate the way it has been? 

“nothing changed, please, y/n,”chan breathes, not turning to look at you, “we just got busier and—"

“we weren’t like this, chan, we used to talk about things. w-we used to...talk. we can’t even do that now? am i asking for too much? i shouldn’t be begging for your time, chan, please—“you cry out softly. “why am i always second to you, chan? i try to be the best for you, chan, please.”

chan lets out a shaky breath as he tries to find the words to respond with. “y/n, it’s not y—“

“spare me the bullshit. spare me the "it’s not you, it’s me”. at least, be honest with me.” you say firmly, wiping away the tears on your cheeks harshly. 

“i...i just don’t feel like i’m ready for this yet, okay? i want to fo—"

your feel something in your chest. a pain you’ve never felt before. chan’s words become a blur as you feel your back hit the seat. 

you’re taken back to a time in your childhood when you were trying out the jump rope your friends had. being the idiot you were, you jumped in time with the rope and it tangled on your feet. you ended up falling on your chin, scraping it in the process. the pain rang through your skull and for a while, you couldn’t move, tears merely streaming down your cheeks. and to that that one time during one of the art productions in university, you ended up falling off of the stage. of course, it wasn’t anyone’s fault, but maybe if they turned on the lights before lowering the stage, you wouldn’t have broken your ankle. you remember how worried chan was, but most importantly, you remember how much it hurt. you couldn’t walk and if you tried, it would shoot pain up your leg. 

adding all the pain you’ve felt in all those moments, it wouldn’t amount to the pain you feel now. 

not ready? not ready after 3 years? how could he say that? this was the man you saw your future with, someone who was supposed to be your soulmate. that was him, that was chan. the nights you shared, the words you uttered, were all those fake? were all those just to make everything feel okay? 

not ready? 

not ready.

the words echo in your mind like a broken record. were you supposed to beg him to stay? beg him to be ready when he just admitted that he wasn’t? as you turned to look at him, you didn’t see the chan who loved you. instead, it was the shell of the man who used to love you, care for you. fuck, was love supposed to hurt this bad? you feel your heart starting to crack even more.

if this was love, you didn’t want it. not anymore.

“drop me off,”you mumble after a deafening silence, voice shaking as a sob threatens to come out of your mouth. chan turns to look at you, finally. you don’t meet his eyes anymore. you, instead, just look straight ahead. if he wasn’t ready for a commitment, even after 3 long years, then you were not about to beg him to stay. chan opens his mouth to say something, but you notice that he just swallows his words. he turns to look in front of him as he pushes on the gas again to drive back to your dorm. if he wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready. there’s no point in trying to convince him he is. the next best thing is to leave and let him figure out what he needed to figure out. if he needed space, he could have told you. what bothered you the most is the fact that chan’s always been about communication, but somehow and somewhere along the journey, he changed. maybe that’s just how it goes. 

when he pulls up in front of your dorm building, chan turns to look at you again, eyes scanning your features. “i’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

you shake your head, eyes closing as you tried to fight the urge to cry again. the question he asked has always confused you. it was always like this, that even after a fight, he expects to see you again, the same time, the same place. you were tired and it didn’t help that you now knew why he wasn’t acting the same— he wasn’t ready to commit to you, even after all this time. 

“i’m ending it here, chan."

“ending what?”

ending the routine, ending the cycle, ending us. these words rang through your head and you didn’t know which to answer. was he acting aloof so that he could get off easily? that maybe you’ll let him off again because he somehow can’t understand what was happening? you swallowed. 

“us, chan, i—i can’t go on like this anymore,” you pause. was this what you really wanted or were you doing this to prove a point? you weren’t sure, but one thing’s clear, you had to do this, not only for him, but for you. you can’t subject yourself to this cycle anymore. you had to break it sooner or later. “when i get out of this car, we’re over."

chan’s car became a place of love and security in a world full of uncertainty and chaos. it was where you both spent time together when you needed a break, when you needed to be together. now, it was a place of loneliness and despair. it became a place full of resentment and unresolved issues and you can’t help but wonder how chan will be able to sit in his car again without thinking of this moment. before he could respond, you were out of the car. 

in the back of your mind, you hoped that he would call you, run after you. beg you to stay, tell you that everything will be fixed if you just gave him time. you prayed in your head desperately. if he did so, you know you’ll come crawling back to him. if he showed some sort of care, some sort of longing, some sort of initiative that he wanted things to work out, that he wanted this as much as you do, then maybe you’ll come back to him again. that’s how it always was, right?

right?

behind you, you hear the car drive away.

[yionji]

Hey,may I request where nanami is my stepfather.

Y/n is a brat and always when she comes home from school she pulls up her skirt and unbuttons her shirt,and she likes to call nanami daddy with double meaning then he decides to punish her,Thank you!

Omg hiii ^_^ thanks for made me do this,I hope u like it,also im trying a diferrent theme so...

A/n: I try my best, but also this could have grammatical errors ;;;;;

Tags:Cervix hitting,Slight mind break,stepfather,stepdaughter, fake incest(?),Blowjob,big boobs,huge dick,cum inside,arms fetish,deepthroath,face fucked,vaginal sex,thight pussy,dirty talk,humillation,in 4,cheating,moral denigration,true love,degenerate,poor grammar,rough sex,dub-con,slaps,male domination,angry sex,gagging,crying,blackmail,Dilf,school uniform,urination,inflation,breeding,happy ending,deep,belly bulge,virgin,punishment,semi passed out,body fluids,pet behaviour,choking,smut,daddy kink.

Pairings:Nanami kento x F!reader

He looked different from any other men your mom dated.

"my name is nanami kento,nice to meet you y/n"

 So handsome,

When you came home from university he was in his work suit without the jacket,he had folded his sleeves half way down his arms below his elbows,fuck,he looks so good his veins are marked and his hands are huge,long fingers,you could feel your pussy getting wet.

"y/n"

"Uh?"

"Your food is going to get cold,eat" said your stepfather.

"Yes,daddy" you smiled to yourself,crossing your legs.

Nanami just looked at you

It became a routine for you, seeing him all day long, you were so lucky, every day you had lunch together you were late on purpose so he could see you in the short skirt you wore with the long, tight stockings.

You loved that tired face and that look in his eyes. There were times when he cooked and when he did you hugged him from behind touching his belt or climbed on the table with a short denims.

Today you decided not to wear a bra, you arrived very late at night because you said you were going to a friend's house, the shirt you wore was see-through and tight, your mom wasn't paying attention to you because she was busy at the phone.

Nanami was staring at you, his toned arms were raised clenching his fist with his other hand.

He looked at your breasts, and looked up at you, you smiled innocently at him.

"Is something wrong, daddy?"

He sighed "I think I'll go to bed" he got up and left.

You were about to continue eating when your mom interrupted you.

"Daughter, I'm going out with some friends today, you know, don't tell your dad."

"What time will you be back?"

"Tomorrow at 12 pm"

This was your chance to be with him, you waited for her to leave so you can go to his room.

Before going to his room you changed into a long white shirt with no panties.

You went upstairs to, opened the door and he wasn't there, only the bed.

So you lay down, somewhat discouraged in nanami's place.

You woke up in the middle of the night because someone had turned on the room light.

"What, oh"

Nanami is there with his costume still on.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" he said firmly.

"I wanted to sleep here with you since mom left. Where were you?"

"I took your mother to the place she said she was going" as he closed the door to the room and took off his clothes.

He is so beautiful, his chiseled body and strong arms, long legs and big hands you are sure his whole hand was bigger than your face.

"Stop looking at me with that leering look of yours."

You smiled mischievously

"So you already know?"

"From the moment I saw you I knew, you're a whore."

"I didn't expect that, are you going to let me sleep with you?"

"You don't know what you're doing" he sat down next to you, you were still in your place.

He was wearing baggy gray pants and nothing else.

You spread your legs so he could see your wet pussy.

"You're such an asshole."

He ran his hands over your face, then he leaned in towards you.

"Once I start I'm not going to stop even if you tell me to, do you understand that?"

"Yes, daddy."

Then he climbed on top of you, kissing you very roughly, his tongue dancing inside your mouth, he knew what he was doing.

How am I supposed to put my dick inside her, I'm sure even my finger won't fit in there. Nanami think.

It was as if your stepfather wanted you to know how strong he was. He didn't even ask you,but he stuck 4 of his fingers inside you. It hurt, but you didn't want him to think you couldn't handle him.

He wouldn't take his mouth off yours, until he pulled his fingers out of you.

Your mascara ran, your lips were swollen and reddish and your eyes were crystallized.

He put his fingers inside your mouth.

"Lick them."

So you leaned your head back and began to do it, making lewd noises, he removed his fingers from your mouth, a trickle of saliva between them. He put your legs between his and started to pull down his pants, you didn't get to see the whole thing and you started to lick your mouth.

"It's not going in."

"You haven't seen it yet, how can you tell?"

"Are you stupid? I said it won't fit"

He was irritated and you could hear it in his voice.

You looked at him a little scared, he pulled up his pants, turned away from you and went to look for something in his closet.

While you were still trying to calm down.

"Shit, that wouldn't even fit in my mouth."

Nanami is furious with a belt in his hand.

He walks up to you and grabs you by the wrists tightly. "Don't ever talk to me like that again." He take off your shirt and he sat on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. "What are you doing?" you scream and he just smirk. "What you should have gotten a long time ago. A good old fashioned punishment. Are you going to act like a whore? Then you're going to be treated like one."

He ties the belt around your neck, closing the buckle on it.

As you kick your legs trying to get it off.

A part of you, however, is intrigued by what he is doing and doesn't want him to stop. "Stop moving bitch or I'll tie you to the bed."

You spit at him as he slaps your ass hard. You scream and squirm as he gives you several and you feel your ass turn red,burn and sore.

"Such a pretty shade of red." He murmur "Are you liking this?" He ask genuinely.

Your cheeks turn red. "You're doing fucking great." You gasp as the belt was choking you and he looks at you.

"I'll have fun with you tonight" you smile "Now let's start your punishment."

Did I hear that right? Start?

You drop your head as nanami gropes your ass.

"Good girl" he gives a few more swats on your hot ass before lifting you up next to him. " I've wanted this for so long. I just wanted to slap those silly punks and show them that you're mine,"

He mumbled before kissing you hard.

This was by far the best kiss of your life.

He removed the belt from your throat and you caught some breath,

until he grabbed you by the hair making you fall on the floor in 4, forcing you to stay in that position, you looked up to see a big bulge in his pants.

Nanami was pulling you by the hair towards his cock and you couldn't take your eyes off his bulge.

"What a slut I have as a daughter"

he lifts your face to the bulge and presses your head into it.

Fuck he smelled good, you felt like you were floating.

After that he pulls down his pants letting his cock out with a *plop*. It was big, long, veiny, with a curve and his head was big, standing up with a rock hard erection.

There's no way it's going in my mouth.

He strokes your lips with the head of his cock, you only have eyes on his cock.

He slaps you hard on the face.

"Don't take your eyes off my face."

as he knows how degrading this is and wants to make sure you don't try to hide. He keeps slapping you across the face as he stares into your eyes making sure we maintain contact,your cheeks were already red. Then he puts his cock back in your mouth,

"Don't ever look away again."

he starts to fuck your mouth hard. His cock was going in a back and forth motion the tip was not hitting your uvula, you can feel his precum on the tip of his cock as he continues to enter your mouth, a few more inches, with each thrust he was forcing more into your throat now he keeps his cock inside now as you start to choke and cry and try to pull back, he grabs you by the hair and forces you to stay still, you felt as if your jaw was going to open sucking such a cock then he pulls back and slaps your face hard with his hand.

"I thought I told you not to take your eyes off me, you can't even follow an order that easy" you hear as he gives you another slap and pushes his cock back inside you.

It makes him harder as you try to take his cock.

Your mind was dizzy you feel drool and saliva dripping down your chin as his rhythm quickens and you feel confused.

"Your pussy fluids are making a puddle on the floor y/n, like a dog"

you can't do anything but get aroused as his deep, panting voice couldn't be sexier. Feeling his hand holding you tightly and he continues to fuck your face as the tears fall to join all the drool.

You were wondering how long you had been with him since mom left, your knees were sore, your neck and jaw hurt. When he was about to cum?, your mouth could no longer contain his cock.

He let go of your hair and placed both his hands on your head. And you were you right, they were bigger than your face. He started to fuck your mouth even harder which made you kick and scream with his cock in your mouth, he ignored this and continued as if nothing happened, he let out a moan and pushed back on your head and you could feel the sweat on his pelvis with the tip of your nose, He pushed harder so that his cock filled your throat, the tip was no longer hitting your uvula, it was touching your esophagus.

Nanami dropped all his cum down your throat,with a slight moan,every drop of hot cum filling your mouth, but he still wouldn't take his cock out of your mouth.

"If you waste a drop, I won't do this with you again."

He pulled his cock out of your mouth and you watched as every centimeter slipped away.

With your body trembling, you tilt your head back trying to swallow all his cum, you know big cock means big balls.

Gagging noises came out of your throat as you finally swallowed all of his cum, he grabbed you by the neck and opened your mouth wide open, he wanted to make sure you weren't lying.

He picked you up off the floor and threw you on the bed. Your dripping hole didn't hold on to anything and you kept trying to sit up but ended up squirming like a helpless animal, but with no luck. That only made him hornier. He kissed you placing his legs between yours.

"I think you're ready now."

the wet tip found your tight hole and tried to push in, but you squeezed your hole as tight as you could, refusing to give access come on, it's big but you wanted so badly to fight one more time.

He grunted in annoyance, Use his powerful hands to grab the bottom of both your thighs, holding you open and still for him. You didn't want to pull back and without a second thought, you tried to wrap your arms around his neck as he held you over his lap with his hands gripping the back of your knees. He held you painfully open and you couldn't hold yourself tight any longer with the slick lips of your pussy opening before him and his hard cock.

. He was so strong that he held you casually with the strength of his arms without flinching one bit, and then his cock, hot and slippery began to enter you.

Your eyes widened and you shuddered uncontrollably, feeling his hot breath against your ear and cheek. You moaned loudly and as he slid deeper into your entrance, slipping between your tight walls, there was no way you could contain the primal moan that escaped you.

"No! A-Aaaah! What are you... doing to me? It feels good."

"You asked for this didn't you?" you already sounded shattered, he's hulking you clawed at his back and squirmed. His cock was wiggling like crazy inside your tight, soaking wet hole, pulling it out and pushing it back in from slapping against your cervix. It felt like a living creature all by itself. He let out moans and began to gyrate your hips, moving you any way he pleased and thrusting his veiny member in and out of you, simply pushing it back and forth from his pelvis.

He moaned in pleasure, the noise sounded somewhat strange to you. "I'm getting you ready for my seed, you silly girl."

" I'm really surprised. I thought your inside would be as soft as your outside. But ooo, oh..." He pushed the tapered tip to the hilt, the big head stroking and wiggling against your sensitive cervix, curling up to thrust hard into your sweet bundle of nerves, making you let out a long moan.

"You are much, much softer here. My daughter is so soft and pliable." You sighed in new ecstasy. You never got to enjoy degenerate pleasures like fucking and breeding.

The morbid pleasure coming off you was sweet but the gestures you made was too much for him,The aroma of your pussy juice dripping on his cock,he put his fingers inside you even with his cock inside you just to taste your juices,it was the closest thing to the taste of heavenly nectar.

At this action you just collapsed on the bed,his cock in your pussy pushed faster and swirled quickly inside you. Nanami's fingers rubbed and stroked your clit expertly and the crushing noises of his cock against your pussy grew louder as you grew wetter.

Tears rolled down your hot cheek, you began to feel that familiar tug at your core, forcing your walls to shudder around it. "I... I'm.... . C-..." Your words sounded choked, he began to choke you. Before you knew it, a blast of numbing euphoria crashed into you, spreading from your fucking pussy, through your legs and down to your toes .Your body relaxed and you were just breathing hard trying to catch your breath. "Hey" he says and you feel a hand grab a fistful of your hair to pull your head back wildly, making you scream in pain and surprise.

"Do you think we're done, Pet?" positioning his thumb on your lower lip. "My little bitch has to be thoroughly tamed. Your pathetic naughty little hole has yet to be molded and shaped by my desire. You are still too tight for what I want to do to you."

You were confused, even feeling a little scared again because you had just experienced the orgasm of all orgasms, nothing that masturbation or toys could experience, and yet somehow, Fuck, being with your stepfather was a sinful nightmare, but he was doing it so well.

Kento turned you over and lifted your ass. He bent down and approached your ear, moving your hair to the other side.

"Y/n?"

"y..yes daddy."

"You were virgin?"

Sobbing you tried to form a word and nanami's arm was around your neck.

"Yes, I was"

He kissed your cheek happy to be the first man to be inside you.

He turned you around and spread your legs. Your battered hole couldn't take it anymore and you struggled to close your legs gently but nanami squeezed the slits near your pelvis to open them wide again. He spit on his penis to lubricate it and masturbate before entering you. The sight of that was enough to give anyone a fucking heart attack.

You sobbed, and shook your head at him. "No, wait, don't come in," you pleaded.

"You already take it, of course you can now"

He made sure your legs were spread wide enough for him, he started by slowly pushing his head in once he entered, and with a push of his cock and a pull of your hips with his hands, his huge cock thrust into your pussy.

You screamed, there were no words to describe the feeling, it was too good, too much for your little pussy. You felt too stuffed, the pleasure was scorching. Nanami pulled your body down on his cock until the head slammed into your cervix, filling every nook and cranny of your defeated pussy. Nanami felt your wetness and heat envelop him completely. He let out a long, drawn out moan that echoed in your ear, taking a moment to savor the initial act of suddenly filling your Pet. Tears began to stream down your face unable to hold them back any longer. Your soft pussy was forced to hold it back, the lips of your cunt stretched to the limit to embrace and squeeze.

Nanami could not believe that the fragile form of a small, pretty stepdaughter could pleasure him in this way. He knew he was becoming addicted.

He pulled out until only the head was trapped inside you and thrust in again. The large mass at the tip of his head, a very faint but visible lump rose up and formed in your belly from your the area under your stomach. You could do nothing but feel his dick move and stroke you and, without warning, he moved forward, reaching deeper, causing your bladder to feel stimulated and urine a little on his penis, wetting it.

He pushed his entire cock inside you one more time.

"I'm going to come inside your uterus, y/n," sharply his own thrusts became louder as he tried to force as much of his cock into your pussy as possible,

"about to cum?, I can feel your pussy, you like my cock hitting your cervix, don't you honey?"

"goddammit,please daddy" his pelvis pounding your ass so brutally you wondered if there would be bruises, "are you going to cum, what a greedy pussy. I'm going to cum, fuck, what a tight pus..sy."

His thrusts were so deep that you could feel the semen shooting out of him.

The tip of his penis was able to open your cervix a little, he wasn't lying when he said he was going to cum in your uterus.

You could feel the semen shooting into your loins, mixing with the copious amounts of your fluids and sloshing around. You felt as if he was in your stomach, as if his cock had unloaded a load of cum directly into your belly and the pressure was immense. You screamed, your nails digging back into Nanami's chest as he groaned,your softened at the orgasm.

He pulled his length out of your pussy,and contemplated what he did.

"Wow, what a mess."

"D-daddy, ," you said with your last breaths.

He lay down next to you kissing your forehead. "You did great,baby"as he looked at you with a warm smile.

Your body was already tired, you just fell asleep with a smile on your face.

[parkers-gal]

omg i love your styles!reader fics (and your writing in general, you’re so talented) !! can you do blurb where tom and styles!reader have been married for like a year or two and they tell their families that they’re expecting and then maybe flash forward to when the baby is born and harry cries meeting them?

combined requests: hi can u do a dad tom and reader. and they have a baby shower for the reader. I love all your story’s btw:)

wc: 2k

requests are open (love you // hope u like this)

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“Are you excited?”

“I’m nervous.” You let out a measly laugh while Tom’s left hand moved from gripping your thigh to hovering above your lower abdomen.

You weren’t showing yet, of course. It had only been a few weeks since the two of you had found out. Two years into your marriage and the two of you had discussed to start trying for a family. You’d never told anyone that, so you expected the announcement to be quite a surprise for everyone.

Tom was a very private guy, especially growing up in the public eye. His family was off limits, and the minute you came into the picture, that trait only amplified. Now that you were married, he’d been a bit more private about his marriage life, especially around his family. It was a weird dynamic at first, because Tom is a very open man who loves his family very much.

But he also knows his family isn’t a private one when it comes to the media, and involving you would mean every aspect of your life would be outed. And he didn’t want that, so the two of you weren’t ridiculously close with either of your families.

It was a weird detail, really. One you didn’t really notice until a year after your marriage.

It was even weirder, however, that there happened to be an entire week where both your family and Tom’s family were available for a lunch date. Harry was usually writing an album or prepping for a tour, and you were glad he kept himself busy. Tom and his younger brother would usually be working on a project together, so having everyone home was exciting and nerve wracking.

“They’re all gonna know we’ve had sex.”

“I think they knew before,” He chuckled at your reaction, mouth ajar while you slapped his upper arm playfully.

“Who’s fault is that?”

“Sure, blame the guy who knocks you up.”

“Okay, mister.” You shuffle his curls, which are arranged messily for a Saturday.

Fifteen minutes later and the two of you are walking into the Holland household. You can already hear your brother’s minged shouts and hollers about whatever conversation he must be having with Harry, Tom’s brother. You’re quite certain you’ve never seen such a British interaction.

“The all-star couple is finally here!”

“Hey!” Harry drags out the end syllables while he brings you into a sloppy hug. “Baby sis.”

“Don’t ever call me that again,” You laugh at his tone, the words foriegn for him.

“Yeah, that was weird as fuck the minute I said it.”

You glanced over to Tom, who was hugging his brothers and his mother. You grinned as you made your way over to them, embracing them just as he had before linking your hand with Tom’s and sitting in a patio chair beside his.

“How is everything in your married-life?”

“Low-key, really.” You admitted, it was true. The first few months had been exhausting yet fulfilling, but now you felt yourself settling down for the long run. Tom could feel it too, especially with the unannounced baby Holland on the way.

“Yeah, mum,” He bit into a snickerdoodle. “Not much going on for us.”

“Didn’t you just wrap that upcoming film?”

“The London one, yeah.” He nods along and you get lost in conversation with Sam and Elysia. They’ve been together for quite awhile, and you suspect their own wedding might be within the near future.

You’re about an hour into the lunch when you make eye contact with Tom, communicating without words. He stands up, wiping his hands off on a napkin before pulling you up.

“We have… some new to share.”

Eyes glance up to the only two people standing at the table, and Harry (your brother) swallows a bite of bread before encouraging you. “Well, get on with it then.”

Your mom whips the back of his head, and you laugh. Gemma chuckles at them before glancing at you inquisitively. You’re very open with her, but from the look on your face, she knows this is something nobody else knows of.

“We are very happy to announce….” You start it, but urge Tom to finish what you cannot.

“That the newest member of the Holland-Styles clan will be coming by the end of this year.”

You watch as mouth’s drop open in the final realization at what this means. Gemma sits back in her chair, left hand above her chest, against her shirt with wide eyes and mouth ready to catch flies. You smile in excitement, and Nikki and your mom stand quickly for hugs, pushing their chairs back as they scrape against the concrete of the backyard patio.

Tom’s hand is linked to yours still, and when you momentarily let go, you feel almost abandoned and lost without him.

After a few rounds of accepting ‘congratulations!’you realize your brother has yet to move from his seat. When you glance at him after everyone’s settled back down, he’s looking in his lap. Gemma catches on, and so does Sam. Eventually, all eyes are on the Styles boy.

“Har?” You speak hesitantly in the tense situation. “You okay?”

When he picks his head up, he sniffles and you notice his red eyes. You jutt a lip out as you hear a few of the girls vocally “aw” at his state. He stands quickly, chair scraping just as everyone else’s had, and he makes his way over you.

You get lost in his embrace, hugging him tightly. He’s still crying slightly as he whispers a few words into your ears. He’s emotional upon realizing he’ll be an uncle in just a few months, emotional upon realizing you’ve grown up so much from the little girl that used to rub frosting on his nose and dimples.

You rub his back soothingly, and when you separate he gives you a weak smile. He maneuvers around you to hug your husband, who chuckles when he’s embraced roughly, tightly. Their hands are each on each other’s back, and a memory flashes in your mind, one of your wedding, when Harry cried so much you had to ask someone to buy more tissues.

You’re nostalgic about today’s encounter, and you don’t know what to expect when the baby really does come.

**

You’re seven months along, baby bump big as ever. Tom’s almost as protective as Tessa now that you’re so far along. As far as cliches go, you’ve just arrived to a basically surprise baby shower. You know it must’ve taken Tom weeks to plan something like this, and it must’ve been even harder to keep it a secret from you.

You kiss his forehead when you finally see why you’re at his mom’s house. Both yours and his moms are conversing in the corner after greeting the two of you. There’s a table of presents beside a snack area. You can see a few of your craving-snacks, and you hug Tom as best you can. He kisses your temple.

There’s not many people here, only your closest friend circle and your family members. You see Harry and Gemma in the corner, and make your way over to your siblings with a smile. You're swollen with the baby bump, so you’re not moving as fast, but you’re just as excited.

“Baby on the way,” You announce as you hug them. “Thanks for doing this, guys.” You blush as you gesture to everything around you. Harry shrugs with a cocky smile, and Gemma smiles lovingly. You see Sam and Elysia heading towards you, and Gemma makes her way to the snack table for some lemonade.

“Y/N!” Elysia drags out your name in excitement, hugging you carefully. “How is everything?”

“Ugh,” You groan jokingly, a hand rubbing up and down your bump. “Exhausting, really. She’s a handful.”

She smiles, and Sam’s hand stays on the small of her back as she leans into him. He excuses himself momentarily, and you lean in close to Elysia when he’s gone.

“Are you two engaged?”

She looks at you with a blush before shaking her head. “No… but I feel like he’s going to propose soon.”

You squeal and try your hardest not to cry. “Man, these hormones are crazy.” She laughs, nodding along. Unbeknownst to you, Sam had made his way over to the two older brothers of the Holland family. They’re sipping beer by the patio sliding door.

“Hey, guys.” The boys look up at the sound of Sam’s soft voice. He’s almost hushed, and they use context to realize he looks a bit serious.

“What’s up?” Harry’s hand pats his shoulder as if to comfort his anxious state.

Same turns his head to look at Elysia, who’s across the yard talking to you. “I think I’m going to propose soon.” Tom nearly chokes on his drink. “What? Man, that’s amazing!” He’s whispering out, breathing erratically from excitement.

Harry stares out, blinking in surprise. He’d seen in coming, but that would never amount to the realization that the Holland boys are growing up. “Do you have a ring or something?” They huddle close as Sam brings them closer in response to Harry’s question.

He pulls out a velvet box from an inner-jacket pocket. When he opens the case, they gasp in awe.

“Man,” Tom pats his back again, lovingly. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you, man. I’m nervous.” He wipes his hands on his thighs as he hides the ring in his clothes again.

“Don’t worry.” Harry glances over at the two of you. “She loves you so much. You’re gonna get the happy ending.”

They continue talking until your mum, Anne, announces it’s time to open a few presents. You reunite with Tom for the first time since arriving, trying not to come off as too flustered, but you know you are. You know you’ll cry — and dramatically too, because your hormones are off the radar — if anyone gives you a really meaningful present.

You open a few, some just basic cleaning supplies for diaper-care, others range from cute clothes to bedding sheets. When you open Harry’s gift, it’s a CD case with a picture of the Styles family on the cover.

When you open the case, you see a message in print. He’d written you a few songs, for Tom and the baby too. You nearly burst into tears as you stand up as quickly as possible. Tom helps you stand while you make your way over to your older brother, hugging him as if your life depends on it.

“You’re gonna be a great uncle, Harry.”

***

When they said the birth process was painful, they didn’t mention how much. Tom fainted about an hour and a half into it, after glancing where he shouldn’t have. You laughed while the doctors got him standing again. He was by your side for the entire time, and when you finally gave your last push, the two of you heard the wales of your sweet baby girl.

“Did so well, love.” You’d heard him whisper while he kissed your sweaty forehead.

Seven hours later, you were sitting up after having just slept for a good amount of time. Scarlet was sleeping calmly in your arms. Tom was squeezed onto the bed next to you, arms carefully wrapped around your exhausted body. He’d cried four times already.

“Ma’am, your families are here.” A nurse had come into the room with a small smile before opening the door wider to allow visitors in.

Harry and Gemma were first up. They’d been here the longest, having received a call when they were closer to the hospital than everyone else.

You glanced up when you heard Harry gasp. “She’s beautiful.” He whispered, tip toeing over to the bed, seating himself in one of the chairs.

“C- can I hold her?” You nod, handing him the small child. He graciously takes her in his tattoo covered arms, holding her head cautiously while he coos at her. She wakes momentarily to giggle at the new arms. He visibly pouts, and when you notice water on Scarlet, you grow worried.

But all of that is washed down the drain when you see Harry’s red, teary eyes. He smiles happily, even through the tears, and you breathe out a laugh through your own cries.

“She looks just like you.”

You wipe a tear away, reaching out to hold one of his hands.

“Just like you.”

[twinklelilstarkey]

A Rafe thing based any of Olivia Rodrigo's new songs omg it would be an angst train but they'd kinda fit his character

Good 4 u - Rafe Cameron

A/N: Hey anon! I wasn’t sure if you meant this song or Deja Vu, so I made this one. Hope you like it either way.

Words: 2.7k+

Type: Angst

Warnings: Female!Reader. Cheerleader!Reader. Rafe is an asshole. Long relationship break up. All the suffering that comes with break ups.

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

To say your relationship with Rafe was complicated is an understatement. Constant on and off for the whole two years you dated. Surely hard for the both of you while it was happening, but by the looks of it, someone can move rather quickly. Almost like it’s nothing.

Rafe is at the end of the hall and already with his arm over the shoulders of some girl. And you have nothing against her, she’s beautiful and seems like a nice person, but he sure has some nerve. It hasn’t even been 2 weeks.

At least it’s the last week of high school, so, you got that to look forward to. No more Rafe and all his shit. 

For the two years you dated, he was your priority in everything. You helped him school, with his addiction, with his dad - found him a therapist, one you’ve worked with before and absolutely loved. God, it doesn’t even seem fair. Your parents paid for his visits there, too, yet he had absolutely no remorse when he broke up with you and said all those horrible things.

You’re better than this, Y/N. You deserve more.

You open your locker and quickly hide from any unwanted attention with the now wide-open door. You take a deep breath, ignoring the sudden wave of chills that seem to have wanted to crawl under your skin just now.

“Ew. Who the fuck is that?” You hear a voice behind you and you look over your shoulder.

Your best friend, Sadie, is about two feet away from you, walking slowly to stand beside you while glaring down the hallway. You follow her gaze and sigh as you notice that she’s staring at Rafe’s new girl.

Sadie is the type of person that just can brighten any of your days. No matter what she does. If she’s beside you, you’re okay. Or you, at least, feel okay.

“No idea.” You say while grabbing your duffle bag and slamming your door closed.

“You doing good?” She asks and you nod quickly.

“Yeah. I don’t give a fuck about him anymore.”

Sure, huge lie. But to be quite honest, you don’t exactly feel sad (yet). You don’t feel the need to cry or something of the sort, all you feel is... angry.

You’re going to ignore the fact that you cried your eyes out not even 8 hours ago in your bathroom when taking a shower before bed. It didn’t happen, it was all an illusion. You didn’t sit under the warm water and hoped that your sobs didn’t echo too much off the walls of the bathroom and that your parents could hear you.

You’re okay.

“That’s my girl.” Sadie says before wrapping her arm over your shoulders, “The girls texted me and they’re already waiting for us in the locker room.”

You give her a short nod and soon the two of you start making your way down the hall to get to the locker rooms. Ignoring the looks you’re getting, you smile at Sadie’s heavy description of her dream and you shake your head at the mention of her celebrity crush.

“I swear, Y/N, we were almost at it there...” She tries to convince you, “He just- looked so real.”

You giggle at her lovesick words and she lets out a sigh.

“I’ll marry him one day, you know?” She asks you and you nod. “We’ll have a huge weddin-”

She stops talking right as someone hits shoulder to shoulder with her. Her face goes from lovesick excitement to pure hate in a second.

“Watch where you’re going, dickhead!”

You lift your gaze to find Topper looking down at Sadie with just as much annoyance. She rolls her eyes beside you and makes sure to push him out of her way completely before starting to walk with you again.

A smile appears over your lips and you see him stare at your friend as if in disgust. Your gaze lifts to the rest of his friend group and you notice Kelce first, who doesn’t hesitate in giving you a smile as a greeting.

You mouth a little ‘hi’ as you walk away, yet your eyes don’t miss a beat when they notice that you just walked by Rafe and didn’t even acknowledge him. He still has his arm over the new girl’s shoulders, but he’s holding her closer now, almost as if to protect her.

From what? You?

His eyes study you back, half hooded, almost as if tired with what just happened. You scowl and face back at what’s in front of you, feeling your heart quicken with some sort of adrenaline. You’ve never felt like tackling someone to the ground so much in your life.

(...)

Cheer practice can be emotionally tiring, but the fact that you’re in your last practices for the rest of your life kind of makes it worth it. You love most girls and guys on the team, so it will be hard to say ‘bye’ to them, but you swear you’re dying to never use this uniform again.

Cheerleading was the thing that made you and Rafe meet, or should you say, what made him look at you. You two didn’t know each other before your first football game, yet that was what changed everything for the two of you.

“You know what?” Sadie asks beside you while leaning forward to touch her toes, “I totally feel like you should have an ex-girlfriend crazy kinda moment.”

Wait.

“What?”

“Like, I don’t know, key his car, burn his locker, cut up his clothes, destroy his notes- Why are you looking at me like that?”

You chuckle at her once you notice how shocked you must have looked at her words.

“You’re crazy.”

“I know, but you wasted money and two years of your life with that guy. He deserves something, especially after the way he left you.” She says while pointing a finger at you.

“I agree.” One of the cheer guys says as he walks by you.

“With me having to have crazy moment?” You ask him and he nods.

“Yeah. Cameron needs his wake-up call, why do you think we all hate him?” He asks and Sadie chuckles beside you as he walks away.

“You heard him.”

You shake your head and continue to stretch while deep in thought. 

You’re not going to do what they’re telling you to, but, god, the memory of your last day together still hurts. His words, so empty with emotion that you felt like you were in a nightmare, the way he pulled away from your touch when you almost pleaded for him to stay. Everything.

Yet, before you can even think more about it, Sadie decides to talk.

“You could totally get some gas and dump it all over his bedroo- Ah, No. You would have to deal with Ward there because it’s his house. But his bik-”

“Sadie!” You tell her seriously and she smiles at you, “I’m not going to do that.”

“You should.” Someone else behind you says.

Sadie burst out laughing and you shake your head at her.

“It wouldn’t resolve anything.” You tell her, ignoring the other cheer member.

As much as you like to joke around, the feeling is still too heavy on your chest. It’s still hard to act like everyone wants you to. Act like Rafe is acting.

“Okay, and? At least you could wake him up for life. He’s an asshole, Y/N. He doesn’t deserve you being nice to him.”

“Tell me about it.” You whisper to yourself.

She stays silent and you sigh.

“I just-” You begin your rant, yet you hesitate slightly. The look on her face calms you, “I just didn’t expect him to act like this not even a month later, you know? He acts like he doesn’t even know me, and when I talked to him last week, it kinda seemed- off? He was like a zombie, with no emotions, no nothing. Like he never cared.”

You look away quickly to look down at the floor and blink away your tears. Sadie didn’t notice it.

“He’s weird, I’m not going to lie.” She tells you and you sigh again, “And he has been weird for the longest time. His apathy is just... Ugh,” She cringes, “Stronger than ever, now.”

You stay quiet.

“He’s an asshole.” She repeats, “He wounded you and now just likes to scrub salt onto the wound. That’s the type of person he is.”

You stop yourself before you defend him.

“Or maybe I’m just too emotional.” You murmur to yourself.

(...)

You tap the end of your pencil on your notebook while carefully reading the question. There’s nothing like doing homework last minute, admit it, you swear you get smarter by the amount of pressure you’re putting on yourself.

“If he doesn’t stop staring, I’ll stab in the eye with your pencil.” Sadie says as she takes a seat beside you.

“Who?” You ask, not lifting your gaze over your book.

“Kelce-”

“He’s the nice one, Sadie. Remember?” You tell her with the most monotone voice ever.

“Still. He’s friends with druggy.” She says and you roll your eyes at her nickname for Rafe, “Speaking of the devil.”

You lift your eyes for a split second and they meet Rafe, who is just walking into the classroom, studying all the empty seats. You force yourself to look away and finish your homework, and the voice of your teacher stops you.

“Good evening, everyone.”

When did she even come in?

You take a deep breath and bring your hands to your head as you try to focus on the last question. Oh God, doing homework last minute isn’t fun anymore.

“Please, everyone- I feel like I’m repeating myself every class. Do not change places from one class to the other. Please seat with your partner from the beginning of the semester.”

Oh, great. She had forgotten to do this lately, why today?

“Come on, now.” She encourages.

You feel Sadie get up from her seat and she makes sure to pinch your arm before leaving your side, making you smile down at your notebook.

The familiar smell of a certain cologne reaches your nose, yet you don’t even look up. Rafe throws his stuff down at his side of the table and you continue to write the last words.

“Hope you all did your homework.”

You sigh in relief as you finally finish it while everyone else starts pulling their papers from their bags.

“Your paper, Mr. Cameron?” The teacher asks as she reaches your table.

He doesn’t answer her and she looks over at you. You give your paper to her and she gives you a small smile before moving to the next table.

That was a close one. Never again.

You lean back on your chair and look at your pencil, feeling the tension start to build up on and around the table you’re sitting at. You can tell by the corner of your eye that Rafe has his arms crossed over his chest like a toddler throwing a tantrum, and he’s staring at the board at the front of the class.

Your mind dives into a dream world and your attention is stolen to some memories. Your heart tightens like a sore muscle at the first image that comes up right at the beginning.

Memories of old habits that just ended up being a part of your routine. Things that you wouldn’t think of whenever he wasn’t close to you, but now that he is, they’re stronger than ever.

Every time in this class, you would doodle on Rafe’s right hand and always draw a little heart on the back of it, the space between his thumb and pointer finger.

“I’ll tattoo it one day.” He had said to you not even 4 weeks ago, during a class.

“Really?” You asked with a huge smile.

“Yeah.” He says, mimicking your bright smile, “You’re going to keep on doing it until then, so might as well get a permanent one.”

You blink the difficult memory away and look down at your notebook. You haven’t exactly had much motivation to take notes during the past few classes, for obvious reasons, so what’s written on the corner of the pages is already... not up to date.

It’s Rafe’s handwriting. They are just questions he would write down in your notebook when he couldn’t talk without the teacher hearing him.

You, overly curious, flip the pages back and stare at previous classes. Your eyes stop on one 2 months ago.

A bunch of rounds of tic-tac-toe scattered all throughout the page, yet your eyes focus on a conversation. It had both of your handwritings, yet it was all your pencil.

You read it with a small smile and your heart tightens further as you continue.

I swear to god. You’re the only person who ever gets me

You flip the pages again and at the corner of another page, you stop.

Love you. You got this!!!

“Let’s start with today’s class, yeah?” Your teacher asks, back at the front of the classroom.

You quickly bring your hands to your face and discreetly wipe away your tears. While no one is looking, you lay your arm over your side of the table and lean your head over it, flipping to the last pages of the notebook, acting like you didn’t see anything.

(...)

The bell rings and you lift your head from your arm. You watch for a few seconds as everyone starts putting all of their stuff away on their backpacks and ignore whatever the teacher is saying.

When snapping back to reality, you stand on your feet and throw your bag over your shoulder to make your way to the door, since you’ve put all your stuff away minutes prior to the class ending. Rafe had been the first to walk off the room, and to nobody’s surprise, he’s the first one you see when you walk out.

He’s leaning back on a random wall of lockers, looking down at his phone. You study it for a second and your mind focuses on him as memories continue to fill your thoughts. That’s exactly how he used to wait for you after class, leaning against your locker as he texts you.

A small smile appears over his face and he lifts his head to look down the hallway, making his smile stretch further. His bright smile is almost able to lift the pressure on your chest, making it easier to breathe, but, it isn’t meant for you.

You follow his gaze and your breathing stops abruptly, he’s smiling at her. Just like he did to you. 

You watch her as she smiles over at him and quickens her pace, running towards him. When she’s standing right by him, Rafe holds onto her waist.

They look at one another, eyes glued, while their smiles continue to be as bright. Her mouth is moving, yet you don’t hear her over how muffled your hearing is and also over all the people talking in the hallway. 

Rafe nods at her and asks a ‘are you serious?’, almost as if he’s proud of her. Proud of her accomplishments.

And they share a kiss.

Your breathing comes back heavy and you force yourself to look away again. Tears fill your vision and you step away from the classroom doorway. Away from them and everyone that seemed to be as entertained with the new couple.

You don’t study the looks on their faces, but a lot of people came out of the class and did the same thing as you. They looked at Rafe and at you, almost as if waiting for something to happen, but, nothing does.

As you walk away, Sadie calls out for you, just now being able to put all her stuff away and get out through the occupied classroom door. Her eyes study what everyone is looking at, and even she feels her heart sink to her stomach.

She calls out to you again, yet you don’t hear her.

The girl’s happy giggles enter and violate your ears, repeating over and over again in your head like an echo. While Rafe’s bright smile haunts you like a ghost as you push the doors of the school open.

Sadie runs through everyone and her screams and her running, seem to be enough to catch more people’s attention, even though she doesn’t even notice it.

She, in a way, feels like some sort of a bad friend. She had cracked jokes all day, believing that you were finally doing better and not even close to cracking again. But at the end of the day, you’re just as broken as you were a few days ago. All the cracks that had healed, have reopened for some unknown reason to her, except for the new girl. 

She has to get to you, now. You can’t be alone.

The new girl looks away from Rafe as a running girl hits her shoulder ever so slightly and she frowns as her eyes follow her. She looks panicked in a way, continuously screaming for the name of someone she has never heard before.

Her eyes then fall on the rest of the hallway, noticing how people are also looking at this running girl almost as if in... pity? And as she’s out of the doors, they all turn to her.

Rafe has told her multiple times that she doesn’t need to worry about the looks she’ll get, always the same things. 

“Why are they all looking at us?” She asks him.

“I don’t know. Probably just shocked that I finally am dating someone as good as you.”

And she was oblivious enough to believe him.

Fresh cold air hits your wet cheeks and you breathe in deeply, trying to wipe away the tears before anyone sees them. You notice Sadie now standing beside you and quickly, she wraps her arms around you.

It’s good to see him happy and healthy, to see him doing great, even if it’s without you. It’s good the see that he’s treating someone well, looking like a better man. Good for him.

But it still hurts because you’re not even close to feeling like that about yourself. You’re tired of crying and suffering.

Screw that, and screw him. 

Hope this was angsty enough. The ending has more references to the song than the rest, but... yeah. 

In case you’re curious on what lines I based some stuff on, here it is:

Hope you liked it!

[spenciebabie]

idk if you'd be up to this but can u write something inspired by the song "what he dont know" by anarbor!! like you and spencer have been working together for a while and you both like each other and the sexual tension is hiiiiigh but you both wont make a move. so you keep on going on dates but they dont make you feel good and spencer knows it so he decides to make a move then you "cross the line so many times" (omg im sorry if this is too much)

i love this idea, the tension, the jealousy! i wasn’t sure what you were looking for but it felt like it should be a little more on the dom!spencer side?

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It was a delicately choreographed dance at this point. They both knew about it, and it’s not that either of them was shy necessarily, just that neither of them had the courage to make the first move.

She knew that Spencer was the only one she wanted, but she couldn’t stop herself from trying to replace him somehow. If she found another guy she liked then maybe her feelings for Spencer would just go away?

So she went on dates, plenty of them, until she found someone passable. And honestly, even if he was the greatest person ever, he still wouldn’t be the right guy. She couldn’t tell anyone that though, so she just worked around it.

“Yeah, I mean, he’s nice! We get on well it’s just…” she trails off, staring into her drink, the girls of the BAU huddled tight around her in the booth.

“C’mon what’s the problem?” Emily encourages, “Maybe we can help?”

But she just shakes her head, “It’s not that kind of problem. It’s the sex” she blurts out, “I just— we’re not, compatible maybe?” and it’s not the whole truth, but it’s not wrong either.

“Like how?” Penelope pries,

“I don’t know, like I haven’t… you know?”

“Cum?” Emily just states and the girls erupt in laughter, drawing attention to their table, drawing attention to her problem.

“And what’s going on over here?” Derek saunters over and he’s got Spencer in tow as they nestle into the booth too.

“Y/N here’s got a new man, but he’s well… lacking” Penelope puts it gently and the table breaks into giggles again, but the only person she’s looking at is Spencer. And his eyes are locked right back onto hers, calm.

“Well he’s not ‘lacking’ down there” she says, “but it’s more that we just can’t seem to get there, I guess, I don’t know” she shrugs, trying to drop the topic to no avail.

“So does he turn you on?” Emily asks, like it’s a totally reasonable question, and she can see the corner of Spencer’s mouth lift up in a smirk.

“Yeah, of course!” she rushes out.

“Maybe it’s you” Spencer says, it’s almost a whisper under his breath but she hears it anyway, she’s always tuned into his frequency.

“I beg your pardon?” she whips her head around to scold him, but he just shrugs.

“I said maybe it’s you. Maybe you’re just bad in bed?” she rolls her eyes so far back they look like they might get stuck.

“Y’know what, let’s drop it. How’s your new thing going Emily?” the segue works and the topic is dropped for the rest of the evening. Right until it’s time to leave.

Everyone’s piled into their respective cabs, leaving just her and Spencer to stand on the street waiting when he finally speaks again.

“Tell me the truth.” he states it like a command, not a question.

“What about?” she sighs, feigning ignorance.

“Does he turn you on, really?” he turns to look at her, taking a step just the tiniest bit closer.

“I— I don’t— yes?” she stutters out, nervous all of a sudden.

“Okay” he nods, “But does he make you feel the way I do?” he says it in a hushed whisper, as he looks straight in her eyes. And this is it. This is the closest either of them has ever come to making a move. Despite all the pining, the tension, the stolen glances, the filthy dreams, this is the closest they’ve gotten. And they can both feel it.

“No” she breathes, surprising herself, “I don't think anyone could”

“So are you gonna do it, or will I?” he says, inching even closer so that their faces are so tantalizingly close now.

“Do what?” she asks, and he just rolls his eyes before diving in.

He cups her face in both of his hands, cradling it delicately as he presses his lips right against hers. It takes a moment for the shock to wear off and she’s opening her mouth on his, desperate and hungry. And then his hands are in her hair, pulling and tugging sharply as their tongues work against one another.

One cab ride later and they’re finally toppling in the door of Spencer’s apartment, fumbling with the buttons on each others coats as their mouths fight to stay locked together.

They don’t even make it as far as the bedroom, toppling down on his sofa. When his hands land on the zipper of her dress he takes a second to be sincere, looking straight into her eyes as he speaks, “You know there’s no going back? Once I’ve got you out of this dress that’s it for me” and he means it. She’s the only one he could ever actually picture himself with, and it had been that way for so much longer than he cared to remember.

“Take it off” she says with no hesitation, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. And moments later there’s no more items of clothing to remove as they position them selves on Spencer’s sofa.

He’s sitting with her on top of him, one of her legs resting curled on either side of his lap.

“Tell me the truth.” he whispers, leaning in to say it right against her ear, and she can feel his warm breath against her skin. And his hands are on her, all over her body, one of them tucking in-between her legs as she lets out a desperate moan.

“Did he touch you like this? How did it feel?” she can barely speak as his fingers trail through her folds, brushing softly against her clit.

“Fuck” she moans, “No! It didn’t feel like this, not even close”

He groans at that, slowly pulling his fingers away from her, leaving her missing the contact immediately. But then his hands are on her hips, guiding her so that she’s positioned right above him. He takes a second to line himself up underneath her before she slides down. Sinking down along his length, taking him in slowly, savoring the way he stretches her out, filling her up.

“Could he get this deep?” he whispers against her ear once he’s buried to the hilt inside of her with her hands braced on his shoulders. She shakes her head.

“No, Spencer— never! You feel so fucking good” she can barely force out the words as he starts to move. Hands gripping her hips steadily and holding her in place as he rocks own hips up into her.

“Oh god! Spencer!” She gasps, and he picks up the pace. He wanted this to be special, he wanted to savor it, honestly he did, but he just couldn’t hold back anymore. The nosies she made, the way her head fell back and her nails dug into his skin was all too much. And he can’t make himself slow down.

Fuck it. There’d be plenty of time for slow, languid, loving sex later on. For now he needed to see, to feel, what she was like when she came.

“I— I’m— fuck! I’m close” she mutters out, almost incomprehensible.

“Did he ever get you this close?” Its falls from Spencer’s lips before he even realizes he’s said it.

“No! God no! Spence— I’m gonna—” she’s almost crying at the feeling and he pumps in and out of her, his hands still holding onto her hips for dear life as he pumps up into her.

“Where do you want it Y/N?” He moans, teetering right on the edge of his own climax as she rode out hers.

“Anywhere you want Spencer, I’m yours”

[lunaekalenda]

i really enjoy your writing and i saw that your requests are open!

can i request a fic or a drabble about levi having a massive crush on y/n but later finds out she has a long term s/o (she doesnt really talk about her relationship) and levi tries to get over her but hes stubborn and he can’t ): BUT y/n gets cheated on by her s/o and levi is there for y/n as she heals and it becomes a REALLY slow burn kinda love (-: could be modern au or canon verse whichever you’re comfortable with

thank u sm in advance! i hope you have a great day <3

hiiii!!! thank you so much, i'm really happy knowing that you enjoy it! 🥺 and thats really cool omg!! i hope you like it and it was what you’ve asked for!!! (also I wrote a lot ajajja sorry i got inspired)

𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔥

❁ levi x female reader!

❁ maybe levi cursing a bit but nothing we haven’t seen before on him lol

❁ and some kicks but again nothing levi hasn’t done before lmao

"That was a good one!" Connie congratulates you when you're again on the floor. The Titan wood figure is now divided in two parts.

"Next time, be a bit more careful." Jean says, looking to the boys that are trying to fix the figure. "I think they will have a hard time fixing it." You blushed when you looked at the boys, both with their hands in their heads. You bowed at them, saying sorry, when they looked at you.

"But that was a-ma-zing." Sasha says. They all agree and Connie looks to the sky.

"I think it's time to eat. You coming?" you moved your head from one side to other.

"No. Jurian is waiting for me to eat." Connie moved his eyebrows and Jean looked with interest.

You usually don't like to talk about your relationship, but this three were your best friends, and you basically threatened them, telling them that if they opened their mouth you would crack them.

"Oooh, then have fun." Jean says. He and Connie smile to each other.

"And try to eat something more than the other’s mouth." Connie laughed right after saying that, and your ears blushed while you walked to the other exit. They waved their hands at you and you waved yours back. You could see Jurian's hair from where you were. But a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

"Oi, wait."

You recognized that voice. When you turned back, Captain Levi was there, looking at you.

"Yes, Captain?"

You were clueless, but Levi's brain was trying his best to form a coherent phrase.

"You're good at it. But next time, try not to break our training models, got it?" You blushed again, remembering the accident. He looked at you, and you thought he was disappointed, but he was totally hypnotized by the way your ears started to get a red color, along with your cheeks. He cleared his throat and looked away. "Try to be more careful next time, but just in the training."

"Yes, Captain Levi." He turned around and went back to the control point, were Hange was waiting for him.

"Wow Levi, that was by far the longest interaction between you two in years."

"Shut up, four eyes"

"I have never seen you so focused on someone."

Levi clicked his tongue, but Hange was right. He had a damn crush on you since you entered the Survey Corps. But, what really caught his attention, was your innocent appearance, that later did not agree with your fierceness in battle. He fell by the grace of your body as it moved through the trees, and your sweet smile every time you come across him. Your voice is driving him crazy and just thinking of all the times you cared for him makes his heart shake. He looks behind him before leaving the control station, making sure you’re gone.

Jurian was playing with a flower when you arrive. He kisses you cheek before holding your hand.

"Did you wait too much?" he moved his head, saying no.

"It's fine, don't worry."

You two walked in silence towards the cantine, but you never ate there. Jur knows a little field apart from the training camp where you can't be seen. He brought a bag with some food, so you sit on the field and start eating.

"How was the practice?" he asks. You swallow the tea and answer.

"It was fine. Levi came to notify me for breaking a figure." he laughs quietly.

You met Jurian on your second year on the Survey Corps. You were being examinated, they were about to decide in which squad they were going to assign you. Your amazing skills on titan elimination and the control of ODMG assured you a place in the best squads: Levi's, Hange's and Erwin's. If you could have chosen, you would choose Levi's, the Special Operations Squad, but the three captains decided to put you on Hange's squad. You're happy to be there, they are really good as captain and you feel comfortable, but you're not into capture titans and experiment with them.

Jurian was also a soldier trying to enter on one of the highest squads, but he didn't pass the test. He was assigned to a little squad on charge of the food and the carts. You started talking later that day, when he told you that you were lucky to join a squad, and somehow both of you started to see each other everyday, which ended in a relationship of four years and a half. You kept this in secret, because

a) the Survey Corps members are really gossip

b) you're not a fan of showing your private life to everybody.

But, that was your error.

Once you two finished eating, Jur said he had to do some training with his squad.

"Now?" he nods "I thought all the trainings were finished for today"

"It's a special one. You know, carts and that things." You nod. He kisses you fast before leaving. You start to walk towards your room. Not surprisingly, Connie is yelling at Sasha, and she's eating something that looks like an onigiri.

You shared a room with Sasha and Historia, but now that Historia left the Corps, Sasha and you sleep alone. Connie and Jean are always on your room, paassing time, and the four of you became a group.

"Sasha just open your mouth, I want to eat too!" she shakes her head. You sigh before unpacking the bag Jurian gave you, telling that he couldn't bring it with him to the training. At the end of the bag, you saw his belt, where the ODMG has to be fastened. You think that probably the training hasn't started yet. You make your way out of your room, almost colliding with Jean, who was about to enter.

"You're going somewhere?"

"I'll be right back, wait a bit!" You started to run towards the training camp. The captains advise not to go out at night, but without that belt, Jurian was unable to train.

"Where are you going?" Levi's voice scared you. You looked around, but you couldn't see him. "Up here." Your gaze runs to a tree. He's is perched on a large branch of the tree, leaning against the trunk. his Maneuvering gear still on. He goes down fast.

"I... I have to give this to somebody, Captain."

"Interesting... May I accompany you?"

If Levi goes with you, he will discover your relationship with Jurian, but if you say no, he probably distrust and lose all esteem he has for you. So you start telling him when you two start walking.

"It's for my boyfriend." his face freezes.

Right now, on Levi Ackerman's head, the remote possibility of you dating someone has gained weight.

"Boyfriend, huh?" he says. He's about to turn back, run and hit something, but he pressures himself to stay calmly. He knows he has now zero opportunities with you, but he keeps in mind the fact that maybe you two have just started and maybe that relationship is going nowhere.

“Yes. We’ve been together for four years.” Levi almost chokes on his saliva, but he hid it well. 

“Tch, I’m just accompanying you, you don’t have to explain to me.” He said. The truth is that hear you talking about your boyfriend hurts him, hurts a lot. But he has to know who is he. You two keep walking. “Wait, where is he? The boy dorms are on the other side.”

“He said he had a training now.” Levi frowned.

“In which squad is he?” He asked. You explained him the position of Jurian, and his eyes where serious. “There aren’t trainings now, and less of that squad. What the hell is he doing?” You looked at him, confused. Jurian is a good and honest guy, it’s impossible that he is lying. “Are you armed?” you shake your head. “Stay behind me and be quiet, got it?”. You nod and Levi starts walking in silence, followed by you. You could see the doors of the training zone from behind him, and two low voices could be heard. You frowned, trying to recognize any of them. One was laughing. It sounded like a woman.

Levi entered the training zone with silent steps, making sure you two aren’t exposed. He pulls a blade out of its sheath, silently, and makes his way to the control station, where a lamp is on. He walks until he’s in front of the door, the voices now can be heard.

“Is it okay, Rian? I mean, your girlfriend...”

“I told you a hundred times she’s so obsessed with being a good soldier and enter Levi’s squad that she’s useless for me. At least she’s pretty and it’s on a good squad.” That voice... That was Jurian. Your boyfriend. The boy you have been dating for the past four years and a half.

And the boy that is cheating on you.

You started crying. You didn’t care about Levi being in front of you our the people inside the cabin. Levi looked over his shoulder to make sure you’re okay. His gaze went a little bit more sweet when he saw you were crying.

He opened the door with one kick, making the two of them yell. Jurian hugged the girl, and you recognized her. She was also in the cart squad.

“What the heck?”

“Tch, I see now.” Levi takes the belt from your hands, and he trows it in front of Jurian. “For this type of training, you don’t need a belt, you bastard.” Levi put his blade again on its sheath. “Do you have something to say?”

“We... wait, why is she here?” He looks at you. Your anger starts to rise at lightning speed.

“You’re a disgrace, Jurian”

“Oh, wait, she’s your girlfriend? I thought it was the girl you were kissing a year ago.” The girl says. You look at her.

“What?” A year ago? So this is not new? You feel your tears running. Levi clicks his tongue once again.

“Look, bastard. You’ll  be cleaning horse shit from now on, and I’ll put in your position someone who takes his job seriously and does not dedicate himself to being unfaithful and flirting with all the women of the regiment”

Jurian opened his mouth before starting to yell.

“You’re no one to give me orders! and I will not tolerate disrespect towards my person withou...”

“I’m tired of hearing you.” Levi kicked Jurian’s knee with strength, making him fall. He growled. “Now, do what I said, because I’ll remind you in case you have forgotten: I’m your Captain. I can give you orders and beat your ass up if you’re being disrespectful towards a comrade.” he says. Jurian tries to get up, failing a couple times, and the girl he was with runs before being scolded by Levi. “Now go.”

“But I’m taking my girlfriend with me.” he says.

“I’m not your girlfriend.”

“We haven’t broke up yet.”

“Huh?” Levi asks. “Do you think she wants to see your face again? Let's go." He says to you. You nod.

"You're really going with him without hearing an explanation?" Jurian says from the floor. You stop, looking at him, but Levi reaches your hand.

It's well-known that Captain Levi avoids all type of contact, so his hand holding yours surprised you. You followed him, letting Jurian behind. Once you have walked a while, Levi stops.

"Are you okay?" he asks. You have your eyes wet, almost crying again. Levi remembers his hand on yours and lets it go. "Well, I'm sorry you saw that."

"Better for me watching it. At least now i know he wasn't a good guy."

"He's a bastard and he doesn't deserve a girl that cares that much." he says. You look at him but he starts to walk again. You follow him. "Go straight to your room, talk with your friends and rest a bit." he says. "I'll go notice Erwin about the use of the training camp on free hours." You nod and Levi scans your face. "You're okay?" he asks again. You nod and show him a little smile. He turns back.

That smile was about to kill him. You returned to you room, the three voices yelling could be heard from outside.

"We should go and search her!" Sasha says.

"But she's with her boyfriend, let her have fun" This time is Connie

"But don't you think she has been outside for a while?" Jean agrees with Sasha. You open the door and the three of them sigh. "How was it?" Jean asks. Your eyes are still wet and your breath isn't rhythmic.

"He was cheating on me. For years." They all looked at you. Connie and Sasha shared a gaze before hugging you. "Did you said something to he?"

"Fortunately, Captains Levi was with me... I'll have to thank him tomorrow." Jean moved his enormous body to yours, and covered you with a hug after Sasha and Connie ended. Your friends, well, you four had a special friendship, and you couldn't be more thankful for having them by your side.

The next day, when you knocked on the official's room searching for Levi, Hange smiled at you.

"He went today on a little expedition with Erwin. He's going to return on a couple hours. Do you want to help me cleaning the titan's place while you wait?"

You didn't want, but Hange looked so happy you couldn't say no. After a couple hours, nobody told you two that the expedition came back. An hour later, there was no sign of return. Another hour later, you two were about to lose your nerves when a cadet entered running.

"Only fifteen from the twenty that went are back, and all of them are injuried, we need help!"

Hange and you ran from the titan's experiment zone to the improvised hospital. There, a lot of soldiers where laying on beds, with several injuries. Levi was leaning against the wall. You walked towards him and he looked at you.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Are you okay?" you asked at the same time. You had that natural impulse to worry about everybody, but now that Levi helped you, you felt a debt to him.

"I'm okay." he says, but he has a long cut in the abdomen, it even tore his shirt from the deep.

"Would you let me help, Captain? I have a little knowledge of injuries, and the one on your abdomen looks bad." He looked at it and clicked his tonge.

"If it is okay for you..." He walks to a empty room and sits on the bed. You look at him, examinating the cut. "Do you need me to undress?" he asks. You nod silently and he starts to unbotton his shirt. His head was a mess. He's not working with normality since he's about to have your hands on his nude body. "Just the shirt, no?" you look at the cut now that it is discovered. A little bit of it is hidden under his pants, but nothing to die for. You nod again while threading the needle. "Have you stitched a wound before?"

"Yes, I helped Connie and Jean a couple times." Levi looks at you, but when you turn around and your eyes meet, he looks through the window. You clean his wound with a little bit of water before start stitching it. You work on silence and Levi is really quiet, not like the other two boys. You let your eyes look his skin. It isn't smooth or soft, full of scars and poorly healed wounds. You kept working on the cut, Levi's face showing pain. His skin was hot against your fingers. Captain Levi has been always a role model for you.

His abilities on battle and the way he speaks to you make you think of him as a true captain. Connie is lowkey scared of him and Sasha says that he's superior to all the army together. Levi could be distant sometimes, but you never experienced that before. The way he always assists your kills and helps you when you're in danger says a lot about him. His grey eyes were fixed on your face, concentrated on making a good work on his skin.

"Does it hurt?" you ask, your voice lowered because of the concentration.

"No." he simply answers. You where about to end stitching. Once you're finished, you cut the restant thread and clean it a bit with water. "Thanks."

"Thanks to you, Levi." his heart shaked. You didn't use Captain before his name. You where treating him like a person, not like a superior. "For helping me yesterday."

"It was nothing." he says, simply. He pulls a shirt out of a nearby ark and dresses carefully. "So you wanted to enter my squad?" he asks, trying to lighten the mood. You look at him, surprised. It's the first time Levi tries to hold a conversation and he remembers what Jurian said yesterday night.

"Yes, that's why I worked so hard." you explain. Jean, Connie and Sasha are part of it, and with Levi as the Captain, they were recognized everywhere. "I really admire the way you fight and help the soldiers. I really wanted to be part of the Special Operation Squad." His face is serious, but he's regretting telling Hange inside. They were who told Erwin, and Erwin decided to put you on a squad where Levi has no business, to avoid him from get distracted or give his life for yours. Damn.

"Actually, I need someone with your strength on battle." he says. He's lying, with him and Mikasa in the same squad... "Move to our squad with your friends." he sounds indifferent, but he's so nervous his soul is about to leave his body. You looked directly at him, happy.

"For real?" That expresion, oh man. You have destroyed the Captain with it. You are so beautiful, looking at him with your eyes sparkling from happiness. "She's so close" he thinks, but then he retracts himself. "No, Levi, no." He just wanted to hug you and tell you he was going to reach you no matter what, and be there for you every time you needed him. He (surprisingly) wanted to kiss you softly to feel you melt against his body and look at your eyes sparkling for the rest of his life.

But he nods. He just nods. You smile at him and bow in signal of respect. "Thanks, Captain!"

"I'll talk to Hange, don't worry about it. Oh, and you can call me Levi. Formalisms are only for threathening." You let out a quite laugh. He kind of smiles, and you tell him how he should take care of the stitches ("I had my wounds stitched before, y/n") before leaving to tell your friends you four are going to train together starting next week.

Hange was sad because you left their team, but they were also happy because a boy who really likes titans entered on your place. In any way, you promised Hange to keep in touch with them.

The trainings with Levi's Squad were hard, but they where worth it. The first day, Levi told you to watch their training, and you were amazed by the way they train. Connie and Sasha making double surprise attacks; Jean and his superior ODMG control and leadership; Eren learning to use his titan form with Mikasa having his back, and Armin making strategic plans on a second. And Levi. The grace of his body, the speed and the strenght, the precision of his cuts. The first day you trained, Levi destined you to Jean's sub-captaincy, but, when he was observing you, he thought maybe you where the one with whom he could make the most effective double maneuvers. So you two started to train together, as a team of two. At first it was difficult for you, Levi is just a born soldier, and your abilities have been born of effort. But, you learned from him, and you quickly joined his movements. He was surprised by the way you understood his next movements without telling you. Months later, you two are on complete sync. He's comfortable with you, but the fact that now he talks with you every day, spend every single minute with you and also works with you is making him go insane. All this months of couple training and couple missions made you understood that Levi really cares for all of you, from Eren to Sasha, and he's having your back on every kill, on every assistance, on everything. All the times you ran out of gas or your blades weren't working well. When a titan tryied to kill you or the times you cried because of the death of your comrades. All those times, he was there for you, holding your hand, letting you cry on his neck or smiling to you after a good mission. The fact that, for the first time, you had someone who understands you and who really cares for you by your side, make your heart flutter.

"You're not going to ask her out?" Hange asked Levi. He clicked his tongue but stayed on silence. On the other hand, Jean was following you to your room.

"You like Levi." he said. You blushed and looked at your friend.

"N-No! Jean, the fuck?!" He laughed but raised an eyebrow in your direction.

"Oh, come on! I'm your best friend, you're obviously falling for the Captain. And I bet he's attracted to you." Your blush increased. But, maybe you liked Levi? You thought. It wasn't impossible. He always treated you so good, and his attractive face and his perfect body... Maybe you were falling slowly for the Captain... For the way you feel protected, important and adored when he fights with you, or the intimacy when you heal each other after a mission. The way he talks to you, and he listens all your ideas. You feel somehow important when he's areound you. Jean smiled slowly. "Go and tell him." You looked at your best friend with surprise. "You like him, for godness sake, you should tell him!" All this months, a little love flame has been increasing on your heart, little by little, but Jean's words made you realice you're about to burn.

You like Levi. You like your Captain.

"And if he rejects me?" Jean laughed before hugging you.

"Then he's a dork. But then keep things profesional. But I'm 100% sure he feels the same. Now go!" You follow Jean's advice and search Levi on the trees, were he was standing guard four months ago. You found him on the same tree, in the exact same position. He laughs when he sees you.

"You're going to return a belt?" he asks. You laugh while he goes down the tree. You shake your head.

"Actually I was searching you." Your hands were sweating and you couldn't make eye contact. He noticed that.

"It's everything okay?" He asked. You nod.

"It's just... What do you think of Captain-Subordinated relationships?"

"They have to be respectful to each other, I guess... Wait, did I made something wrong" You shake your head. Damn, this was hard. Killing a titan was a hundred times easier. "Then?" he was running out of patience.

"Maybe I started liking you, Captain Levi."

He had to blink twice. All the little Levi's working on his head were about to start a fire on his brain. "What?" he asked. His hands were about to tremble, but he hid it while asking you again. "What did you said?" You looked at him, but his face was unreadable, as usual.

"That I like you. Romantically talking. I just wanted to tell you, but now we can keep things profesional and this never happened, but I wanted to be honest with you and with myself." You stretch your hand towards him, and he keeps looking at you, but then he starts laughing. You don't understand anything. Like why the hell is he laughing? Does he think a love declaration is funny? But he looks at you.

"For years, I liked you for five fucking years. I still like you. Hange told me to forget you but I was unable. So I guess all my effort has been rewarded with a caring and pretty girl?" You laugh nervous, is he pranking you? But he's serious. His hand takes yours, but he pulls you towards him. "I cared for you and tried to call your attention, and then discovered you where with that boy. But you didn't deserve what he dis to you. I wanted to kick his soul out so bad. Why he, that had you, was looking for others and make you feel bad? Tch, he was lucky you were there." His hands searched yours. "I'm not a huge fan of physical contact, but every time you healed me I just could think of your hands in all my body. And sorry, but I really like you."

You both stayed in silence for a bit. So it was corresponding? And now? You're dating? You're going to keep things distant?

"So you think we should keep things like we have been doing?" He frowned.

"The hell, y/n? No. If we both like each other, isn't that how relationships start?" he was right. "Unless you don't want to."

"I was the one telling you first, of course I want."

"Cool. Should we discuss this drinking a cup of tea?" He asks. You nod before taking his hand, and looking for his reaction, you tangled your fingers with his. He smiled and took you hand to his lips.

"Let's go, Levi."

[plant-flwrs]

hello, i am obsessed with your writing! i was hoping you could do a george x reader where they both have a mutual crush but george ended up asking someone else to the yule ball, reader doesn’t go, but they make up or something? i just crave some angst with fluff and your writing is perfect. if not, that’s okie, ty!

coward // george weasley

masterlist!

a/n: im extra in love w george rn omg........ thank u sm for ur request!!!! i hope this was angsty enough for u <333

summary: George asks Alicia to the ball when he really wanted to ask you, but he makes it up to you.

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George Weasley made your heart race any time he walked in a room. He made you loose your train of thought, he made you weak in the knees, he made you practically incapable of speaking. 

You were the last thing George thought about before bed. You were constantly the topic of his conversations, you made him blush whenever you smiled at him.

So, it would only make sense for George to ask Alicia to the Yule Ball. 

At least, that’s what you had been telling yourself over and over again since you had heard.

You hadn’t even really expected George to ask you, honestly, but you had thought there was a possibility he liked you; maybe he would have gone alone but asked you for a dance. Instead, you watched George lean onto Alicia’s desk in Charms, his forearms flexing under his weight, his hair falling perfectly over his forehead, saying something to make Alicia’s head throw back as she laughed.

You definitely felt your heart race, your head empty, your knees weaken, and incapable of speaking, but you also felt nauseous. You forced yourself to look away, feeling a lump form in your throat. As you stared down at your Charms textbook, tears blurred your vision and you did anything you could to try and stop them from falling down your cheeks. You had nearly calmed down, your breathing coming to a normal speed, when you saw a shadow fall over your desk.

You took some lasting deep breaths, and looked up, meeting George’s smiling face.

“Hey,” he said, slipping into his seat next to you.

At the beginning of the year, George had been moved from his seat next to Fred in an attempt to stop classroom disruptions. It would have worked, but George felt just as compelled to talk to you as he did Fred.

You nodded silently at him, forcing a smile.

“You alright?” he asked, leaning closer to you so your shoulders were touching.

You were hyperaware of his touch, as if sparks flew from you both. You could barely focus on keeping your voice clear, the small amount of contact sending your brain flying. 

“Yeah,” you managed, sounding a bit forced.

You ducked your head back down, subtly moving away from George.

George resisted the urge to punch himself. You seemed upset, and he wanted to do nothing more than wrap his arms around you and press a million little kisses to your face. Instead, he had wimped out and asked his closest female friend to the ball, rather than plucking up the courage to ask you. 

He hadn’t wanted to do it. Fred was teasing him about his lack of a date, him going with Angelina and all, and it was getting to George. He looked around the common room, eyes falling on the first girl he knew, and asked her if she had a date. He made it very clear that they were going as friends, and he knew Alicia had a crush on some Ravenclaw boy in the year bellow them. You didn’t know any of that, though, and George felt rotten about it.

Your mood had seriously decreased since he assumed you found out he was taking someone else. You no longer smiled at him in the halls, avoiding his eyes, and just avoiding him in general. He had no idea what to do.

When class was dismissed, you practically leapt from your seat. George followed quickly after you, ignoring Fred’s calls to wait for him. George beat you to the door, standing in front of it and looking down at you with a hopeful yet sympathetic smile.

“Can I walk with you?” he asked, his hand not turning the doorknob as a line of people wanting to leave started to form.

“Sure, I guess,” you said, pretending to be confused rather than annoyed and hurt.

George swung the door open, looking down at you as you walked past him and out of the classroom. 

You walked side by side for a few paces, George stuffed his hands in his pockets and had a look of concentration as he thought about what to say. You willed yourself to breath normally, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth to stop from crying. Just being near George was a reminder that he hadn’t liked you back, that he was taking someone else to something you had wanted so badly to go with him to.

Finally, George cleared his throat and gave you a sideways glance.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” he said, speaking slowly and softly, “you’ve seemed off these past few days.”

You wanted to stop walking, turn around, and go straight to your dorms where you could suffocate your tears in your pillow. Rather, you decided to pull yourself together. You cleared your throat, putting on quite a convincing look of being fine.

“Yeah,” you said, looking up at his worried expression, “I’ve just been really tired.”

George nodded slowly, not believing you. He had been confident that you liked him, that him asking Alicia was what had been making you so upset. If he was wrong, then he was wrong, but he hoped he wasn’t.

“Oh okay,” he said, biting the inside of his cheek as he began to feel the same feeling of rejection you had been feeling.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, nodding your head.

You both walked in silence for a few more paces, the gears in George’s head turning.

“So,” you looked up to him with a smile, “I heard you’re taking Alicia to the ball.”

George swallowed a lump in his throat, looking down at you with his eyebrows furrowed. His sad eyes met your cheerful ones, and he felt his heart sink. He coughed, forcing away this feeling and trying to keep the conversation going.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, gaining volume as he went, “yeah, I asked her the other day.”

“That’s great, George, I’m happy for you guys,” you lied, biting your lip as you gave him your best fake smile.

“Well,” George snapped, “we’re only going as friends, so not much to be happy about.”

You got quiet, not expecting George to get angry at you like that. You looked at your feet as you walked, happy that the Transfiguration classroom was only a few feet away.

“Y/n, look, I’m sorry-” he started, but you cut him off, turning to look at him with your hand on the door handle of the classroom.

“It’s fine,” you smiled at him, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

You left him in the hallway as you went into class.

Alicia looked beautiful, she really did, but George’s mind was elsewhere. 

Fred nudged his brother as they watched their dates come down the stairs, meeting them in front of the Great Hall. Fred happily took Angelina’s hand and whisked her into the Hall, ducking his head to hers and pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek.

“Hello, George,” Alicia said, coming down the stairs and standing next to him.

Neither of them made a move to grab the other’s hands, and George was thankful for that. They walked into the Hall, trailing after Fred and Angelina.

George danced, he drank some punch, and he talked with friends. He made himself have somewhat of a good time, but you were always on his mind. He scanned the crowd every two seconds for you, always peering over Alicia’s shoulder as they danced.

“What are you looking for?” she asked him, her hands loosely resting on his shoulders as they danced to a slow song.

“No one,” George shook his head, returning his gaze to his friend, “Nothing.”

“C’mon, George,” Alicia pressed, looking up at him with a knowing smile.

“Y/n,” he said, sighing heavily, “I thought she might come.”

“Why would she come?” Alicia asked gently, “You didn’t ask her.”

George feigned shock as he looked down at her, hoping she was joking.

“What are you talking about?”

“You asked me as friends instead of who you really wanted to go with,” she said matter-of-factly, casting a glance to her left at the Ravenclaw boy she had wanted to go with, “and I did the same thing. We’re both idiots.”

George chuckled, pulling Alicia into a hug as the song finally ended.

“I really hate to do this to you,” he started, but Alicia was already pushing him away by his chest.

“Go, she might be in the Astronomy Tower,” Alicia said to him, smiling.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, pushing his way through the crowd and out of the hall.

He nearly sprinted to the tower, taking every hidden passage way he knew and wasting no time. 

Heavy footsteps sounded up the stairs, and you spun around, looking at the staircase. You had gotten ready for the ball, dressed up and everything, but just couldn’t make it down those stairs and into the hall. Instead, you snuck up to the Astronomy Tower, hoping to find some peace, alone. 

You began making excuses in your head that you hoped whichever teacher caught you up here would accept, heart beating in your chest. 

However, the flaming red hair and boy clad in handsome dress robes made your heart beat faster than it ever had before.

“George?” you called out, not really speaking to him, but to no one in particular. He was the last person you expected to see.

“I’m so sorry,” he panted, taking large strides to you.

“What?”

“I should have asked you,” he breathed out, not taking his eyes off of your face, “I should have asked you, not Alicia. I was a coward, and I’m sorry.”

“George-” 

“You look beautiful,” he said, finally so close to you that your chests were nearly touching.

He looked down at you, removing his hands from his pockets and cupping your cheeks.

“I’m so sorr-”

You stopped him, standing on your toes to reach his face. You kissed him, eyes fluttering closed. Your hands slid up his chest, balling up the collar of his robes and pulling him closer to you. His hands slid from your face, one going to rest on the back of your neck while the other went to your waist. His lips were slow and gentle, and he sighed into your mouth. Your lips turned up in a smile, and he pulled away once you were out of breath.

“Dance with me?” he asked, removing his hand from your neck and holding it out to you.

You took his hand, and he held it up as his other hand tightened around your waist. You put your free hand on his shoulder, squealing as he pulled you closer to him.

He slowly moved you around the room, humming a tune as you danced. You rested your head on his chest, melting at his touch.

[soulwillower]

taboos and the absurd iii • richie tozier

(professor richie tozier x reader smut)

requested: hi! i just finished reading taboos and the absurd, SUCH A GOOD SERIES. This is just some idea i had and im totally okay if u don’t want to do it, but would you write maybe a final part of the series when the reader finds out richie fucked more students (more than she though) and she gets upset and stops talking to richie (ridiculous jealousy) but he really was falling for her so he talks to her and well things get heated, and KDKDKD ok sorry if im too specific, hope u see this❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰 + hey omg i love the prof. richie series sm 🥵 if you plan on making a pt. 3 might i suggest reader giving richie head while hes giving a lecture and reader gets fucked on the table 😳😳 its hoe hours frfr + so many other requests to continue the series :)

warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), bad morals, abuse of power, dont fuck your professor, filthy stuff, professor richie, deepthroating, dirty talk, use of the word slut, cockwarming, unprotected sex, mentions of exhibition, a bit of degradation and a lot of praise, unedited as usual lol

[losers + reader are 20+ in this]

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part 3 of taboos and the absurd series. sorry it’s been so long :) i wanted to surprise u a bit with a lil surprise for the holidays. i love u all!! <3

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you hadn't been to class in almost a week and a half.

it was really bad, you know - and the ditching has started to affect your grade, but you don't even care as much as you really should. because you're.... extremely jealous.

yeah.

you'd first gotten suspicious the lecture after you stayed behind and ended up with professor tozier's dick in your hands. a girl was sitting on his desk after class, when you'd walked in to turn in a late paper, and richie had been twirling her hair. they were laughing together, her bare legs. it made you burn up, and so you tossed the paper down at the drop bin at the back of the classroom loud enough that he noticed you’d come in.

you were so mad you didnt stay to see anymore. and you didnt go to class for more than a week after.

it could have been just an innocent gesture, or maybe just some woman richie was dating - either way, you were beyond jealous. it filled you with rage to imagine richie fucking anyone else, let alone a student. you were hurt, too - because you've really started to like spending time with your professor.

but that backfired of course, because you’re in your apartment staring at an email from him.

i will be at my office on campus after hours this friday, until roughly 9:30. if you're available, i encourage you to stop by.

we have a lot to discuss regarding your grade and future in my class.

thanks,

professor richard tozier

you blink at the screen, your heart racing. your fingers shake slightly as you reach up to rub your temples - oh god, he wants to talk. he's going to turn you down, say it was a mistake, and fail you.

and in the few days until friday, your rage and fear meld together to make a jealous, ugly monster as you stalk up the empty corridors to his office, ready to speak.

it's late, probably around 8 when you knock on his door, but he's still there as promised, answering with a faint come in!

you walk in slowly, heart pounding in anxiety as you meet eyes with him for the first time in almost 14 days. your heart thumps hard still as he nods at you, "you can shut the door and take a seat, ms. y/l/n."

you swallow as you click the door shut and move to the chair, sitting down awkwardly and biting your lip. "hi, professor." you say, afraid your jealousy is going to spill from you if you say anything else.

"you haven't been in class."

you nod, "you noticed."

he sighs through his nose and leans forward on his desk. you clench your thighs - no getting turned on, y/n. not now. "of course i did. i'm your professor, ms. y/l/n."

"right, sir, i almost forgot. you just get so comfortable with all your students now, sometimes it's hard to remember." you bite, and his eyebrows raise. "some more than others." he adds, shooting you a look that you ignore, instead turning your stubborn gaze to the clock behind his curly head. you can nearly smell his cologne from where you sit, and you're almost drooling. you can't let him see it.

"what's going on? your grade is dropping. you’re not coming to classes." he says, sounding like he's concerned. you bite your lip, shaking your head as you look at him. "i'm not going to come to class just to watch you flirt with the girls and let them give you fuck me eyes."

"that's exactly what you do to me constantly, as i seem to recall." he bites back. you feel yourself turn red, but you sit forward more so you lean over his desk just like he is.

"whatever. i don't care, i'd just appreciate it if you'd tell me that you're going to fuck other students so i can leave. and not walk in on you right before you do so.” you say, suddenly so thankful you chose to come later when nobody was on this floor, the only other person in the building being the custodian sleeping at the front desk.

professor tozier tilts his head with a smirk, "oh, you're adorable. my jealous little slut, crying because she can't have me to herself."

your jaw drops, the remaining thin layer of professionalism gone the minute he opened his mouth. "fuck you, professor. i'm leaving."

"i wasn't finished." he says sternly, and something in his voice makes you sit back down. he looks mad and it's confusingly hot, your legs feeling like jelly because of your excitement. "if you weren't such a brat, you would have heard me say that i'm not fucking anyone else. student or not."

you stare at him, confused as your face reddens again. you're embarrassed. "but-"

"the woman you saw last week, when you came back after the lecture. that's professor marsh, she's one of my colleagues and best friends. she's also happily married." he says, sounding pissed off. "i'd appreciate some trust, it's not like i going around fucking every student who wants to open their legs for me - although plenty have tried." he says.

you feel yourself soaking through your panties. god you have problems,don't you? "i'm sorry sir, i-" you start but he shakes his head, standing up from his chair and walking towards you. you watch him with big eyes, as he clenches his jaw. "no, don't apologize. just know. you're the only one." he mutters as he crosses behind you.

you stare at his empty desk, face blushing at his words. the only one. the click of the lock on the door gives you butterflies, and then he's behind you, hand trailing over your shoulder. "if you still want me, that is. your most recent paper was very good, but i know you can do much better. you just have to try for me." he's caressing your neck now, lips ghosting over the skin. you let out a soft moan, goosebumps raising on your soft skin as he feathers it with kisses. your butterflies are alight as you turn your head, kissing him.

he grips your jaw almost immediately, pulling your head upwards towards where he bends over you. you gasp as his hand rests on your thigh, and he smiles against your lips. "you're so sensitive, hmm? when was the last time you touched yourself?"

you gulp, shaking your head, shocked still by his boldness and by your willingness to be honest. "a f-few days ago." you say shakily as he kisses along your jaw, hand sliding up your thigh slowly. he tuts, "baby, you're going to fall apart when i'm through with you." he mutters, almost to himself, and that makes you choke out a moan.

he kisses you again and you push back enthusiastically, hand raising to palm him through his slacks. he's already semi hard, which makes a swell of pride blossom in your chest. but suddenly he breaks off the kiss, hissing in surprise. "fuck." he mutters, backing away from you. you blink, did you go too far? your thighs press together as richie rushes to his desk. "i have to proctor this exam in zoom. in....two minutes."

oh.

you blink and watch as he logs into his laptop and adjusts his hair in its camera. it's endearing, in a way that makes you smile, though extremely riled up and disappointed. you begrudgingly reach for your things, but professor tozier's hand comes up to stop you, "please stay. it's only going to be max forty minutes. i have beer in the bottom drawer if you want some." he rushes out, and you smile. "you sure?" you say shyly.

he looks at you, pausing. "yeah, y/n. of course." he says gently, smiling almost shyly back at you. he looks so young, it makes you stare in awe. his dimple pops and you hear the sound of ringing, the students joining the call to take their exam. only professor tozier would have an exam this late on a friday. asshole, you laugh to yourself.  

you open a bottle of beer you find hidden under a stack of manilla folders, but don't even take a sip as your mind wanders. richie's speaking to the class, sounding professional and confident. you wonder if he's still hard.

so you smirk, feeling bold, and you get down onto your hands and knees and crawl under his desk until you're face level with his belt. gently, you spread his legs apart so you can get up and closer to him, and the slight jump he gives confirms that he didn't even notice you go under the desk.

you gently start to palm him and he clears his throat loudly, fist slamming on the desk slightly above you. over the speakers you hear professor, are you alright? and then richie's muttering, "y-yes, just a slight problem i need to fix." he's gritting it though his teeth and you grin to yourself as you unzip his pants and pull out his fully hard cock, running your fingers over it and smearing the precum. he's breathing tensely and he starts to speak to the class, giving tips on a certain question after one student asks him a question.

you pump him a few times gently, then start to kitten lick his tip, wanting to tease him since you've never had the upper hand like this before. you flatten your tongue along the bottom of his cock, teasing him a bit before slowly taking him into your mouth, sliding a bit before bobbing. the quiet groan he lets out as you take him as far as you can is sinful, a student asking richie about formatting as you suck him off. bobbing your head, you hollow your cheeks and relish in the feeling of richie’s cock in your throat, stretching you out and making you moan around him.

"y-yeah, so for this i'm really just looking for MLA-" he almost hiccups to cover up a groan as you try to hold yourself still with him all the way down your throat, as far as you can take him. "MLA formatting, nothing out of the ordinary. thank you for asking that."

and then you hear him slam a button and he groans out, “you feel so good baby.” he hisses, his hand moving from above the desk down to grip the back of your head, carding through your hair. "don't fucking stop." he says, his hand guiding your head as you work hard.

after a few minutes you pull off of him to take a few breaths, pumping as much as you can with your hand as he tries to act like he isn't getting sucked off while proctoring an exam. you can hear people starting to turn in their exams and saying goodbye, so you take him back into your mouth and try to relax, breathing through your nose as his cock twitches in the back of your throat and you gag.

you bob your head after that, your tongue flat against his cock as he slightly bucks his hips. you feel him type out something for the class and then he moans very lowly, bucking his hips up and you choke a bit as he slides further in your mouth and stretches your throat.

he doesn't feel you that he's about to cum, you just know, and he's clenching the edge of his desk and breathing hard as you eagerly swallow around him, moving slightly so the new angle makes him toss his head back for a brief moment before snapping back to the screen.

"professor, are you sure you’re okay?" someone asks again. you keep bobbing up and down on him as he mutters, "yes, thank you ms. ruben. finish your work and we can leave."

you figure those words are for you, and you move harder, helping him chase his high. he pulls your hair suddenly, which makes you keen forward and take him deep, gagging as you force your throat to relax.

and then soon he’s hitting his high, cumming in your mouth with a silent shudder, his hand squeezing his desk as the other hovers over his keyboard. you moan a bit as you swallow, pulling off him slowly as he pants, eyes glancing down at you.

you slide back up into your seat and sip on your beer, fixing your hair slightly as his eyes bounce from you to the screen. you smile innocently at him, his cheeks flushed and looking disheveled as he waits fro the last students to finish.

it's about three mintes until they're done and he stares directly at you once he ends the meeting. you expect him to say anything but what comes out of his mouth next.

"if you pull something like that again i will fuck you in front of the entire class.” he says it dead serious, eyes bright behind his glasses and boring straight into yours.

your legs feel like they could give out and you turn red as you watch him, “don’t act like that thought doesn’t have you already getting hard again.” is all you can think to say. it spills from your mouth quickly, your mind not even given time to think before you say it.

richie narrows his eyes, rising slowly from his chair and walking towards you, eyes locked the whole time. “funny. because you’re the one who couldn’t even wait two minutes before needing my cock in her mouth. i bet you’d let me fuck you anywhere i wanted and you’d still thank me for it afterwards, right princess?”

you’re not really used to this fierce banter between you and your professor - but when has this ever been professional?

you squeeze your legs together and stand up on wobbly legs. “shut up. you’re the one who said you’d give me first-hand experience on my essay. you wanted me the second you saw me.” you try to regain the upper hand, but he’s walking towards you and your legs hit the edge of his desk.

“of course i did, doll.” he says lowly, lips suddenly very close to yours. “and i still do.”

and you’re kissing again desperately, days upon days of desperation working its way into your kiss as you sit yourself on his desk and he comes between your legs, gripping your thighs.

he's dragging his hips against yours, his hard cock pressing against your heat and making you pant with need as you tug his curly strands. his hands then move to quickly undo his pants and pulling himself out of his boxers, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen. you whimper slightly as you spread your legs a bit, desperate to finally feel him inside you.

and then his hand is grabbing your face, thumb holding your chin as he turns your head to look right at him. "you better do exactly what i say, princess." he says, looking into your eyes. you nod, his thumb grip stern as he lines up at your entrance. “hm? or you wont get what you want.”

"yes, richie, yes. wan' it so bad, please." you mutter, making him smile. "aren’t you a good girl." he says with a grin, nudging your shoulder down until you’re laying on your elbows, legs bent and feet propped against the edge of his desk. then he’s pulling your lacy underwear aside and pushing into you in one motion.

the sudden stretch fills you to the brim and you let out a guttural noise at the feeling, having not been too warmed up to his cock. your back rubs uncomfortably against the wood of the desk as he pushes into you, but your hands grip his shoulders and all you can think about is richie. but then he stills, staring at you as he’s stretching you out, buried to the hilt.

you think he’s giving you time to adjust and so you relax, breathing as you take in the size of him. after a few moments, you kiss him. “please move richie.”

but he doesnt. and you moan, your legs quivering as he gently caresses one of your bent knees.

“good girl, begging for me.” his hands grip your thighs, holding them open as your eyes roll back slightly, “so fuckin’ pretty like this, baby.”

you turn red at the praise, trying to move your hips and feel him deep inside you. his hand falls to your stomach, pressing slightly. he tuts and you gasp, “stay still for me baby, wanna see you wait for it.”

you whimper, eyes closing as you try to breathe normally. his hands run up and down your sides, stomach, chest, hips, and then down your legs as he stands still, buried in you. your breathing is shaky with need. 

and then when you think you can’t handle it any longer, richie slowly pulls out. you moan, hands gripping his shoulders as the feeling coils your abdomen with pleasure. he starts thrusting slowly, picking up the pace so slowly it was torturous.

your nails rake down his back, and even though it’s through his shirt you’re sure it’ll leave faint red lines. your toes curl in pleasure as he moves his hips, hitting the perfect spot inside you.

“look at you, all wrecked on your professor’s cock.” he pounds you into the desk, lips then falling to suck large marks on your neck, the stinging pleasure adding to the volume of your moans.

his hands rise to lift your shirt up over your chest, sliding up to quickly palm your breasts, his hips starting to snap in an unforgiving pace. you feel him so deep inside of you that tears prick at your eyes, the pleasure building instantly. he’s leaning over you as he hits the sweet spot deep inside you, your vision coming in and out of focus as your legs begin to shake. “yes, richie, right there.” you moan, holding him above you as one of his hands goes to your hip, gripping tight as he pulls you towards him in time with his thrusts. it makes you yelp in pleasure, head tiltin back in euphoria.

he pulls back to look at you, hand tugging on your hair so you look at him as he pounds into you. "look at you, such a brat teasing me while i was teaching.” his voice is deep and rough, "look at you now, drunk on my cock. you just needed to remember your place, huh baby?" he coos, pressing a kiss to your temple, the feeling overwhelming as your orgasm creeps up quickly. “such a pretty girl.” he whispers.

you’re speechless as he pounds into you perfectly, the feeling making you sigh. "so perfect, all for me... so fuckin' pretty, baby." he's muttering kissing you like he's claiming you, his teeth clashing slightly with yours and his tongue dominating. you're weak, legs shaking as he pounds into you.

“are you close, doll?” he asks, eyes closed in bliss as he tilts his head back, hair catching the fluorescent light of his office lamp and looking beautiful. “yes, s’close, please-“ you moan, pulling him to your lips.

your eyes close slightly as he thrusts into you, one hand slipping up to roll your nipple softly and making you moan his name. as he sucks a hickey on to your neck, his thrusts begin to get sloppy and you clench around him. “god, you were made for me, baby. fuck, takin’ it so well.” 

and you hit your high after a series of pleas and moans of richie’s name, your eyes rolling back in euphoria. he’s rubbing your cheek, still thrusting as he whispers, “good girl, cumming on my cock.” the moan he lets out at the feeling of you clenching around him has you red as you feel his hips stutter. “fuck, y/n.”

you’re still clenching slightly from overstimulation as richie quickly pulls out of you, cumming on your bare stomach with a moan of your name, a sweet sound from the pink of his lips. you moan in pleasure as you watch him.

you look up with hooded eyes, still coming down from your high as his head falls on your shoulder. “fuckin’ hell, toots.” he whispers with a laugh, which makes you giggle a bit as you catch your breath, mind still muddled.

after a moment richie pulls away, re-tucking in his pants and straightening his shirt. he crosses behind you and returns with a shy, boyish grin and a box of tissues. you smile back and he gently guides your hand away as he reaches for a tissue himself, wiping you clean gently and pressing kisses over your stretch marks, kissing all the way up to your lips and making you giggle. your stomach is full of butterflies as he helps you right yourself from the desk.

“did you drive here?” he asks. you shake your head, looking up to him for a second, “i walked.” you squeak.

he nods. “i’m driving you.”

you flush, “no, i couldn’t ask you to do that, professor.” you say shyly. he throws you a look as he pulls his jacket on, shutting down his work laptop. “get over here now, doll. and don’t protest. i’m driving you, toots. it will make my night to buy us some chinese takeout.”

your heart flutters as you take his hand, glancing at the ground with a smile as he locks his door, both of you stopping and staring at the plaque on the outside of the door that reads:

professor tozier, sociology dept.

you cough and he looks down the hall before grabbing your hand again and making your way out to the parking lot. it’s silent - both of you certainly thinking about how wrong this, whatever it is, is. you almost roll your eyes at the cheesiness of what you think next - but why does it feel so right?

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truth or dare

- @someoneovertherainboww​ heey i dont know if u tak requests but i loved ur writing and i was wondering if u could make prompts 20 and/or 25 for zuko pls prompt(s):  “i’m not playing truth or dare.” “why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

pairing: zuko x female! reader words: 2,210 genre: modern au, high school au, cafe au, fluff, comedy, requested

a/n: tysm!!! yes requests are opened atm! omg while writing this i thought of that thing that dante said at like a con or something where he was ordering at starbucks and the lady was like omg ur zuko!!!😂 art in title isnt mine! hope yall enjoy this ball of cheesiness that cures my acne and enjoy the love that i have for zuko to make me become a disaster for him （＾コ＾）V

Your back ached from the way you hovered over your laptop and sat at your desk. Your mind was focused on learning and getting good grades it didn’t mind the pain. Your eyes burned from the strenuous gaze at your blue screen. Your hands felt as if you churned butter and not to mention the mean girls were extra rude today at school. High school was tough and you needed the rest of the day to be filled with relaxation and peace before you hit the books tomorrow. 

“Where are you going?” Your best friend Sokka asked through the phone.

You hopped off the bus with all your items almost spilling out of your bag. “I’m going to Fire Tea Shop. I read the reviews online and people say its pretty good.”

“No, c’mon Y/N you had your chance. You mean its pretty lit!!!!” Sokka sounded too much like a kid that had eaten edibles. 

“I’m hanging up,” you said deadpanned. “I don’t even know how I’ve kept up this friendship this long. I’m so proud of myself.”

“Its because you love me.” Sokka sang. 

“It might be because I think you need my help. If I wasn’t with you and had your back like where do you think you would be? Probably eating crap off a cave right now and starving.” You walked up and inside the cafe was so cozy. It had an earthy yet red contrast feel to the place. It sure matched with the name Fire. It had some vintage Chinese architect to it. It was stunning and really caught your eye. And it was peaceful. “Do you want anything babes?” You asked as you looked at the menu. “They have cactus juice.” 

“No!” Sokka shouted on the phone. “I tried that, I couldn’t get out of the bathroom the whole day! Plus I thought I saw like mushrooms of some sort.” 

You snickered, “baby, I think you’ve been eating too many mushrooms!”

“I’m good. You enjoy it there.”

You said your goodbyes and hanged up the phone. As you did an old man came up with a long beard to say his welcoming. 

“Hello there, young lady. Might I interest you in trying our newest tea? White Jade tea. It’s very delicious.” He smiled wide. 

You read his name tag. He was such an adorable old man. “Hmmm, Iroh? Actually since this is my first time I want to try your most popular tea. How about-”

“So White Jade?” Iroh was about to punch in your order when you heard a shriek and what seemed to be a pot dropping on the floor. “One moment please. That is probably my angsty, incapable nephew that made a mess. Please look to see what you would like.” Iroh made a hasty get away. 

Out came a teen your age as he rubbed the back of his head. He was so handsome looking. His hair was disheveled and he wore a red apron. His attitude really attracted you. “Good thing I made a distraction, that White Jade tea is not a hit. I’m not that good at making tea also. That’s more my uncle’s job.” His voice was low and had an edge to it. It was so handsome. 

“Oh he’s your uncle. That’s sweet!” You grabbed your wallet out. “I would like a Jasmine tea please.” 

“Good choice. My uncle loves that tea. That will be $4.25.”

You grabbed your money and went to give it to him when you saw the huge scar. It was red and didn’t scare you but you couldn’t look away. The thoughts that went through your mind was how in deep pain this person must of been in to endure and cope through that painful wound. 

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.”

You wanted to hit yourself. You were taught to have manners and here you were staring at this young man. He probably felt self conscious and insecure and you made him feel worse. “Oh my God I am so sorry. I wasn’t meaning it like that. I’m just sorry that you had to go through that.” You read his name tag. “Zuko. Its a beautiful name.”

Zuko’s nose flared up, “yeah, thanks.” He grabbed forcefully at the money and you sat and awaited your order. 

You dug your head in your arms. ‘Why are you like this Y/N? Why did you stare?’

“Here is your tea miss,” Iroh instead brought the tea out. “My nephew felt he didn’t want to scare you away.”

You bit your lip, “I am so sorry. Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to make him feel uncomfortable. It was so insensitive for me to do that. Please can we start over.” You felt so bad and guilty. 

Iroh thought about it then pointed to the tea. “I make the tea myself. Taste it and I’ll think about your offer.”

You sipped the warm tea and no lie it was amazing. He definitely knew what he was doing. You weren’t thinking it was fantastic because you wanted to make amends with these folks but it was actually the truth. 

“Honestly?”

Iroh nodded. 

“This is really good and totally what I needed today. Thank you for this and please take this tip.” You gave Iroh the money. “Its a way to say I’m sorry.”

Iroh saw the money and smiled wide, “I can think we can find it in our hearts to forgive you.”

You finished your tea and went to the order counter and rang the bell. Zuko came out thinking you left. 

“Yes?”

“I was thinking. Do you maybe want to go to the park tomorrow and catch some lunch? Its A way for me to apologize for my behavior today.”

Zuko looked around sheepishly, “I don’t know.”

“Please,” you pouted your lips. 

Zuko agreed and the date was set. 

After school the next day you went straight to the cafe. 

You were going to be honest in saying Zuko was really cute. You were nervous and thinking about him the whole day non stop. You even dressed up for the occasion which rarely happens! Even Sokka knew and wouldn’t stop teasing you the whole day. He should of been your hype man but he made you feel like a little girl with a crush!

“You ready Zuko?” 

“Yeah just give me a sec.” Zuko went in the back and came back with a changed look. He wore instead a red bomber jacket. Could he be anymore boyfriend material?

“Love the jacket.” You poked him on his side and he blushed awkwardly. 

The way to the park was more silent and you were considering if this was a bad idea. 

“So do you go to school or are you home schooled?’ You tried to break the ice. 

“Actually, I go to the school not to far from here.” Zuko pointed in the direction your school was at. 

“Wait! I think we go to the same school! Yeah, I’ve seen you before!”

“I’m not that hard to miss.” Zuko, in a way, brought up his scar. 

“No I would remember you from being so handsome.” You smirked. Zuko almost choked. “That school sucks though. Its the same everyday. Work my butt off and then get kicked around like dirt by the schools mean girls. I feel like my life is a movie sometimes.”

“Yeah I get made fun of too.”

“I’m sorry.” You touched his arm. 

“My dad did this to me,” he pointed to his scar. “Didn’t like me as a son and loved my sister more, I guess.”

“It’s a touchy subject. I didn’t realize it, I’m sorry.”

Zuko chuckled which was something new to you and almost shocking, “you can stop saying sorry. I already forgive you. Its not a big deal. I like you though, I think you’re cool.”

“Thanks.”

“And those people that make fun of you, they're crazy. They're probably jealous of you because you're so beautiful.”

You almost died right there! You were like already ready to get married to this man it felt like. Would it be wrong to ask if he was single? You prayed and hoped he was. 

You two sat at the bench. It was such a peaceful, sunny day. You crossed your legs and faced him. “So Zuko, lets play truth or dare!”

“I’m not playing truth or dare.”

“Alright I choose dare to get it started.”

Zuko rolled his eyes. He knew you weren’t going to do this. “I dare you to ask that old lady over there if she knows any place that sells laxatives.” You shot up and Zuko immediately regretted it. “Y/N I was just kidding. Let me do another one.”

“A dares a dare my man.” You fist bumped your chest like the warrior you were. You went up to the old lady like a lost kid. 

Zuko couldn’t help but laugh hard and try to shy away from the world. 

You ran back and fist bumped the air with a skip. “In your face fire prince!” You nicknamed him. “She said around the block they got a drug store. Boom! Now your turn.”

“Okay, truth.”

“Boriiiiiiiing! Oh my God! Fine! What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?”

He groaned, “really? We’re going there? I said a joke, okay, that my uncle said and it came out terrible the punchline left the building and nobody laughed. It was [pretty brutal.”

“I would of loved to see that,” you said in awe. “That’s full on cringe right there sweetie.”

“Okay, you now.”

“Truth.”

“Sissy much?” Zuko raised his brow. 

“Hypocrite! I’m just following your footsteps.”

“Okay, feisty. Have you ever kissed anybody?”

“Totally!” You struggled on that one. It was such LIES!

“You stumbled on that one. I can tell you’re lying.”

“Yes, fine I am. I’ve never kissed anybody in my life okay. Only my pillow. I’ve practiced on that and lets just say its been through a lot.”

“Wow,” Zuko tried to stifle his chuckles, “you’re unbelievable.”

“And what about you? Have you ever kissed anybody?”

“It’s not my turn.”

“Truth or dare?” You were starting to see a different side of Zuko that you really liked. He was fun and made you smile. 

“Truth.”

“Have you ever kissed your girlfriend?” You wanted to see if he was single. 

“I’ve kissed before but I don’t have a girlfriend.”

You legit wanted to party and cry because this could actually happen. “Who’d you kiss?”

“A customer.”

“Oooh, you have to spill the tea on that later. I choose dare!”

“I dare you to try your first kiss with me.” Zuko raised his brow. 

Oh my Lord was he serious? You were sweating profusely and at an alarming rate. “Are you for real?”

Zuko nodded his head, “it is a dare. And you wanted to start this. I told you not to.”

“I’ve never kissed anyone! How do I do it?”

“Just look at me and try it out and I’ll critique it.”

“I’m kinda hating you right now.” You glared at Zuko. “Only 3 seconds okay.”

Zuko surrendered to that and you closened up on him. He smelled of tea leaves that were light and airy and a burning flame of musk. He was really growing on you. You came closer and closer until your lips met. You wanted to keep still but Zuko moved his lips so you followed. You felt the whole shebang. Fireworks, butterflies, everything. You clutched onto his bomber jacket. They seemed so strong and vigorous the kisses but they were tiny pecks to start you off. Your lips moved in sync with his because you got the memo and started getting used to it. You looked down at your watch as saw that it passed the three seconds. Separating from him you wiped your lips, breathless for a puny kiss. It seemed like such a milestone for you and something so big but in reality some kids kiss their posters longer than what you did. 

“How was that?” Zuko looked away blushing. 

“Very invigorating and exciting.” You were speechless. You were such a daredevil is what you thought to kiss this complete handsome stranger. It was like a dream though. You stood on the bench and screamed out the park, “I just had my first kiss everyone!!!”

Zuko pulled you down, “oh my God it wasn’t that amazing. Chill out. I choose truth.”

You evilly smiled, “do you think I’m attractive?”

Zuko’s blush was even redder this time. “Yeah, you’re cute. My type.”

You wiggled your brows, “you’re type? You think I’m cute? He’s think I’m cute! I have finally a guy! Who thinks I’m cute! I have a chance! At not being alone! And being a crazy cat lady!” You sang as you shook your body. “Okay last one, I choose dare again. Yolo. Living on the edge.”

“I dare you to go on another date with me,” Zuko asked as he played with his fingers. 

It was silent and you were surprised on one factor. ‘This was a date?’ You grabbed his hands and smiled at him, “I’d love to go on another date with you! And you said you didn’t want to play truth or dare.”

a/n: IROH IS SUCH A MOOD OMG 😂 and zuko is so sly and cheesy sdkgjfdskgfkgjfdgk omg. i loved this wayyyyy to much as u can tell and like made this like a chapter book bc im extra like that! would u kiss a stranger if he was zuko? i prob would bc im a thirsty nerd fam 🥵

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