#sudden thirst for dad

[hiphop-gege]

uuuhhhh hmmmmmmm heeeee..

[tojisun]

going feral for toxic!biker!simon or dbf!biker!simon grrrgrrrawrarrara

hhhhhehehe im going feral too omggg!!! and im sorry for how late i replied to this 😭 i was spiralling when i saw it and i couldn’t contain the desire i have for this man ahhhhhh

this got too long (and dark) and i made simon an ass so im sorry! i was hit with a writing bug and i never looked back

!! brief smut - minors dni; age gap (40s vs 20s); dad’s best friend!simon; power imbalance; toxic relationship // biker!simon mlist

the attraction had been one-sided, you know that, so you wonder why simon's come to reciprocating your affections like this – spoiling you in front of his friends, the ones that you know he kept separate from his and your dad’s usual circle, and lovingly calling you his.

-

simon sent you the message at three in the morning, when you were still asleep, and it read: I’m picking you up tonight. Dress cutely, you’re meeting friends.

you replied back, asking him what he meant or even where you two were going, but simon had gone back to giving you radio silence, pretending that your messages aren’t coming in. your heart broke but it wasn't like it was anything new – simon offered pieces of himself to you, sometimes as a reward and sometimes as an apology, and you always foolishly thanked him.

then when you ask for more, he pulls away, giving you silence and letting you stew in his sudden detachment. so really, it shouldn't have been a surprise to you anymore. still, you laid on your bed, blinking up at the ceiling as you tried not to drown in the weight of your sorrow.

which is why this is new. unusual, even for simon.

he picked you up from your dorms just like he said, although you were surprised to see him roll in on his bike. he never let you on his bike, always choosing his car when picking you up. you fooled yourself into thinking it was for your safety, that it was for your own good, but you've seen simon bring dates on his bike.

you've seen how he's always brought extra helmets for the pretty dolls he proudly flaunted around whenever your parents invited friends for parties and dinners, possessive arm curled around their waist like he wants to brand his claim on them. or how he's always ignored you when they're around, his attention so sinfully glued to his dates like a man starved of affection. or how he'll sit back and watch as they pat your head and pinch your cheeks because, “well, aren't you a sweetheart?”

simon's bikes are reserved for the people he brings home. people he fucks. so it was never extended towards you. never something you had the privilege to, until tonight apparently.

“simon?” you asked, hesitating to climb up behind him.

simon grunted, twisting until he could see you and you watch yourself from the visor – wide eyes and tensed shoulders – as simon tipped his head down just enough to study the way your pretty dress fluttered as the wind blew. you did not hear it but you've seen the way his chest moved as he sighed. instantly, you felt like a bother, and you curled further into yourself as though it could hide you from his knowing eyes.

he lifted himself from his bike before turning to walk towards you. you averted your eyes from him even though his visor was still up – yet another wall that kept you away from him – before seeing scuffed boots stop just in front of you.

“look up f'r me, kid.”

you did as he told, your eyes flicking up and peering through your lashes. simon's still helmeted, still distancing himself from you, and you wondered what sick power play was he trying to accomplish.

you twisted your fingers together, waiting, obedient – just like how he wants them – even when you simmered in the heavy silence, until simon began to strip his jacket off.

you felt lightheaded, your throat parched with a sudden thirst at seeing the inked arms you have been shamefully daydreaming about. he has a new tattoo, you realized as you trailed curious glances over the fresh ink but not able to properly see it for what it was.

simon huffed a laugh and you startled, blinking up at him again only to realize that he's moved so close – closer than what he's ever allowed before. you stammered on your words, glossy lips parting in surprise, but simon remained unmoved by your clear interest and began to tie his jacket around your waist in silence, tucking your skirt underneath and securing the sleeves tightly.

“there,” he said, his voice a muffled rumble. “now y'r ready for the ride.”

you trembled at the sinking reality; that what had been daydreams and wishful thinking were now laid before you. you bit your lip to stop a sniffle because there simon was, holding your hand throughout as he hefted you on his bike. you felt overwhelmed with the intensity of your affections, trailing your eyes away from him again when he fixed a spare helmet on your head. you jolt when he snapped the visor down, and simon laughed, a pretty muffled sound.

you watched as he climbed in front of you, shaking hands unsure as they held onto his hips. simon, of course, noticed.

“y've gotta hold on tighter, sweet girl,” he said before tugging at your hands and wrapping them around himself. you bit down a broken squeal, feeling jumpy now that you're actually touching him. the purr of his engine blanketed your spiralling thoughts and you held him tighter when he drove off.

-

“why, aren't you a bonnie lass?” johnny, the one who had been too excited at meeting you, says before snorting when it makes simon wrap his arm around you tighter, pulling you ever so closer to him. “and big man's too possessive, isn't he?”

simon grunts from beside you, taking over when you continued to blink at him in shocked silence. “well, y'said it already, johnny.” you freeze when you feel his lips press on the top of your head. “my girl's too pretty, it's making me greedy.”

your breath hitches, your fingers twitching in phantom desire to fist at your dress if only to ground yourself. my girl, simon said, the lies slipping past his lips easily. my girl, he told his friends as though it is the truth. as though you could ever be.

simon’s hand glides down to your hips, squeezing the flesh, and it makes you squeak. both him and johnny croon, flashing matching grins at each other like you’re not there, while simon’s other friends – kyle, the youngest, and john, the one with a storm hidden in his eyes – snicker to each other.

“little mousy, isn’t she?” john asks, the rumble of his voice stark even amidst the booming music filling up the packed space of the bar.

simon hums, still caressing your hip, his hand occasionally dipping towards the side of your thigh, teasing the hems of your dress, before tugging upwards again.

“she is and it’s endearin’,” simon replies, still continuing the facade. because what else could it be?

simon had given you bits of his attention, entertaining you just enough that you keep running after him and chasing the softness you know he has, but he’s never given more. not an honest touch nor a whisper of affection.

so this – whatever this is – makes you tremble. it makes you ache.

you cross your legs together, squeezing just enough to put pressure in your throbbing core. the action was smooth, almost unnoticeable, and it should’ve been, but simon’s trained eyes catch the movement anyway.

he lets out a quiet groan, the sound bundled around a tinge of pleasure as he presses his lips on the top of your head again. you gasp at having been caught, bright eyes flicking up to see if his friends had noticed but johnny’s body is already turned towards a pretty brunette and kyle is tapping on his phone and-

oh.

john’s eyes are on you.

there is a moment when you are reduced to cold dread and static, lost in the smoke hidden within john’s eyes and simon’s possessive touch, before the band snaps and by then, you are on your feet. the action causes the empty beer bottles to clatter against the table which snag the attention of johnny and kyle, but you ignore them all as you sidle away from simon’s side, batting away his outstretched hand, before bolting towards the washroom.

you feel like a fool. like a doll made to entertain their sick and twisted games because that is what it is, isn’t it? simon got too bored with his dates and decided to string you along – someone easy. someone desperate for all he can give.

your eyes blur as tears pool and you barely make it to the bathroom when a hand curls around your wrist, yanking you away from the door.

“kid, stop-”

“no!” you scream, whirling around to look at simon. big and beautiful and not-yours simon. “i’m tired of playing your sick games, si. get away from me!” you try to shake him off even though you know it is futile.

simon continues to stare down at you, his lips pinched in disappointment – a look you are too familiar with.

and it’s that which makes you cry, a broken sob ripping from your throat and into the space between you two. you had hoped at least that the loud bass booming across the bar could drown it out, but you hear your whimper ring amidst the noise. jesus.

simon continues staring. continues to be silent. you don’t know how much more of this you can take.

(more. gods, you can take more as long as he allows you. as long as he is in your life. you know whatever this is between you and simon have long sizzled into something toxic. something codependent. but you need him, no matter how twisted he’s become because simon indulges you, anyway.

you remember the quickies in the bathrooms. the rumble of, “y’r doin’ so good f’r me, sweet girl,” whispered on the top of your head as he fucks his fingers into you. the marking, the nipping. the praises. the growled, “y’r only mine, aren’t you, pretty?” when he licks along your slit.

simon gives in a way that teases the yawning in your soul. in a way that carves more of himself into your very being. so how could you let go? how could you move on?)

simon tugs you towards him and you follow on unsteady feet. he wraps you in his arms, his lips falling onto your forehead. he breathes you in and you crumble, nuzzling your face into his scent – leather and ozone and forest.

“let’s get you home, yeah?” he asks.

you sniffle. “can i come home with you today?”

and simon stays silent, backing away just enough to tug you out of the bar and towards his bike. your lips wobble but you do not ask again, not when you know you can’t come back with him to his place.

the cold wind isn’t all that makes you tremble.

RUNNING AWAY WHOOP WHOOP!! update: it’s now edited <33 yippeee

[siscon-stsg]

Can we get Toji’s daughter pleasing him after a stressful job 💗

(CW: incest, name-calling (slut, whore, bitch, brat, etc), toji calls reader 'princess' a few times, toji-levels of bad parenting, daddy kink ofc, chokehold, rough sex, cockdrunk reader, titty slapping, teasing, a weird mix of degradation and praise i think, begging, toji cums on reader's chest and face, toji makes one joke about prostituting reader)

i'll let you guys know i am physically unable to thirst for toji because my daddy issues are just like tHAT, but i did my best for y'all guys, if this ain't a proof of how much i love you idk what is. ~BLOSSOM

TOJI is not an exemplary dad, though that is something you already knew. it was almost fun how little effort he put into hiding it, even laughing sometimes that you'd expect him to be better. him.

“brat, i'm home,” you heard him grumble from the main door before he slammed it shut. you barely acknowledged with a hum from the comfort of your own cramped bedroom, such as was usual between you two; never the type to interact much. TOJI hadn't been home for well over a week, barely letting you know through a phone call that the job he'd taken proved to be more difficult than it seemed.

for a few long minutes, TOJI was but a ghost in the apartment, the one sound indicating he was even there being the water running form inside the bathroom. and as you made your way to the kitchen, looking for something to drink, he coincidentally walked into the adjacent living room, leaving the bathroom in a puff of steam.

water droplets ran, still warm, down the outline of each muscle and vein and scar; stopped only by the towel that hung suspiciously low around his hip. black hair was damp, carrying with it the scent of that cheap shampoo he'd get on a discount pack.

maybe you focused a bit too long on the other hairs tho, the ones trailing down his belly to his crotch. maybe.

“your brother?” TOJI asked, in a tired mumble, as he plopped down on the couch with a sigh; head tilted back, manspreading even when he didn't have boxers on. you averted your eyes from the hot embarrassing sight your father made, taking a sip from your glass of tap water, throat feeling oddly constricted all of a sudden.

“out. didn't say where,” you answered, honestly. you and your younger brother megumi hadn't been in the best terms since he turned into a teen. knowing TOJI would be home any minute, tho, megumi usually disappeared.

the knowledge that you two were home alone didn't sit right in your belly. though at this point, it was hard to discern whether you loathed these moments with TOJI, or looked forward to them.

thing were never very normal between you anyway.

the non-committal, husky hum your dad made only proved he, and you, were on the same wavelength after all. it didn't require much more than a simple “c'mere” from him to feel your legs, though jiggling like jelly, take you across the kitchen to the living room, to couch, and then to him.

TOJI's hands were always so big, rough and heavy, even when he wasn't applying any force. he squeezed them just right on each of your hips, pulling you down until you took your usual place on your daddy's lap.

“'m tired,” he grumbled, hands absent-mindedly rubbing your thighs, following the curve they made up to your ass. he pushed your body closer, digging his fingers just enough on the squishy flesh to make your breath hitch. “and i won't see m'payment 'til a few more days, cuz the shitty client's mad the job took more days than we agreed on. so,”

without warning, one of his hands tangled in the roots of your head, gently tugging until your mouth slanted over his. his kisses were sloppy, filthy, even when they had no tongue.

“y're gonna help daddy out”

“who y'runnin' away from, lil' girl?”

TOJI's voice was a husky, breathy mess. a deep growl compared to your high-pitched moans and squeaks; and nothing on the filthy, wet slap of his thighs on yours.

he was spooning you from behind on the couch, both fully naked. but when you tried to run away, TOJI snuck an arm under you and curled it around your neck; thick bicep bulging, chin slotted right in the crook of his elbow. the wheezing sound you let out got a chuckle out of him.

“such a bitch, runnin' from my cock. after i work my ass off f'you and your stupid brother”. TOJI spoke right into your ear, relishing each shiver and whimper he got out of you. it was either the bass his voice doing it, or the slap of his balls against your clit, or his toned muscles practically molded against your smaller frame.

“s-... so-...!” your brain was broken beyond the point of coherency, but still you felt like he expected a response. “AH!” only that this particular one earned your tit a slap and a nasty squeeze.

“don' say sorry, you slut, jus' take my fucking cock. yeahhh, like th'tt”. TOJI growled, momentarily slowing down just to bully his thickness slowly, from fat tip to even fatter hilt, inch by punishing inch. his pubes were a sticky mess of your pussy juices that so unapologetically dribbled down the couch. “pussy's so wet 'n tight, might start t' think you were waitin' f'me to do this”.

TOJI slipped out of you with a nasty squelch, manhandling you onto your back and dragging you like a rag doll to kneel between your open thighs. his fat cock rubbed fast and slick against your drooling slit, your chest heaving each time it caught on your pretty clit.

“daddy!”

“yeah, princess?” he hissed, teasing your hole only with the head, then he pulled back and kept rubbing at your sloppy cunny. “what' d's my girl want?”

you could barely even think. when TOJI was inside it felt like you'd never get used to his sheer girth and all, but... now you didn't have him and it just felt like your body was missing something; empty.

whining at this, pathetic and through tears, your hips bucked into his. your daddy answered so nicely by pinching your clit until you cried out.

“use y'r words, slut. or 's your brain fucked out already?”

TOJI hovered over you, trapping your body oh so right under his mass and height. the tenderness in which he sought your lips and tongue only made your fuzzy brain even more dizzy.

“yeah... thatta girl,” he purred when your legs lifted and wrapped around his hips. hissing as his tip caught your hole once again, this time your daddy didn't pull back: instead he grabbed your chin, grazing your bottom lip with his thumb as he said: “now speak”.

“y-your cock, please”. your squeaked plea made him chuckle. “please, need it s'bad!”

“hmm, can' wait?” TOJI murmured; hissing as he slowly, slowly sank back to the hilt. “such a whore for y'r daddy's cock...”

he barely gave you a breath to adjust before resuming his previous pounding. it got you screaming, nails digging into his back and heels into his hips as your daddy battered your cervix to tears.

each thrust made it more and more difficult to breath, you were even surprised the old couch managed to keep up with TOJI FUSHIGURO slamming into your pussy like he hated it. your belly felt more and more tight and stiff, thighs caught in between being tense to break and jittery.

“dad-! daddy!” you wailed between choked gasps. he groaned into your neck, calloused hands bruising your skin from how hard he was gripping onto your hips.

“cum f'me. c'mon, bitch, cum on this cock!”

two or three thrusts more, and your body snapped. all the moans you'd been choking on came out in a pathetic, sobbing, loud whine, body trashing from the sheer strength of your orgasm that made you forget about the neighbors. your eyes rolled back and you floated painfully on cloud nine, for long enough that it made you question if you dreamed the whole thing.

but no, because your pussy squeezed so hard it tore an actual moan out of TOJI and you heard it. he pulled out in a frenzy, kneeling over your chest as his thick fist blurred in vicious strokes and

“shit!” your daddy came. over your chest, some of your face; specially when he nudged your red cheek with the dripping tip, slowing down more and more with each stroke as he throbbed through his orgasm.

TOJI savored it, licking his lips and brushing the hair out of his handsome face: the sight of his pretty daughter with cum, his cum all over her skin, was a sight he'd pay to engrave behind his eyelids.

“fuck... you're good at this,” he panted, grinning down at your fucked out face. “how much would they pay for a pussy like yo-? ow! don't hit me, you fucking brat!”

[iovesia]

HI! I would fall over and die if you did a second part to ‘meet the wicks’!!!

Like maybe the family has a Christmas dinner party over reader and Michael’s stay and John takes reader upstairs while the party’s going on 🤭

Then after the reader is trying to keep her cool but John took her panties 😲

y'all have been dying for a sequel to meet the wicks, and i hate to say it, but there probs won't be a full fic pt. 2— so here's a little drabble!

christmas dinner,⠀⠀౨ৎ⠀⠀john wick. fem reader.⠀/⠀cw. bf's dad!john. cheating. p in v. reader and john are bad people!! boo!! 🍅🍅

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

A calloused hand covered your mouth, squeezing your delicate skin tightly. Your hips dug painfully into the marble bathroom sink, as a second hand pins you there by the small of your back. The echo of his hips slapping against your rear is muffled by the party going on just a few feet outside. John's cock is fully plunged inside you— the sting of your cunt being stretched nearly makes you drool.

What is wrong with you?! It was supposed to be once, a heat of the moment, a secret to the grave— and yet you came back for more. Coming back the following Christmas with Michael, your now fiancée, made the reunion all the more daunting. The gold on your finger binding you to the son of the one who you want just illuminates the taboo-ness of it all. And you revel in it. You're sick. Getting off on it, but you can't stop yourself.

"Baby, you okay?"

Your blood runs cold at Michael's voice, and the two of you stop your incessant fucking. You glance up at John as he takes his hand off your mouth, putting a finger to his lips.

"Uh— yeah, Michael— just feeling a little tipsy," You reply weakly, trying to catch your breath.

"Okay.." Michael sounds so oblivious. Stupid oblivious Mike. "Well, my dad's gonna be back soon with the rest of the guests soon, so maybe when you get out there.. you and I can.. y'know?"

The irony in his dirty joke almost spoils the mood. You're listening to your doting fiancée standing out the door while his father is balls deep inside you.

"Um—" A sudden thrust from John makes you squeal a little. "Definitely! Uh.." You ramble, silently praying Michael will just get lost. Thankfully, your fiancée is none the wiser as he leaves you be, presuming that you're just feeling a little sick.

You look back up into John's eyes, and his judgemental stare sends chills down your spine.

"Oh you're evil," he whispers.

send me your thirsts & thots!

© iovesia, don't repost, copy or translate my works.

[azulock]

so I wanna requests the guys as dads, I remember at some point you said you wanted to do something like this and I really wanna see it

Time to rull up my sleeves, cause I did say I was gonna do one of those right? Back when I got annoyed that all I found was girl dad this girl dad that and I got tired of all the typical gendering going on in dad fics.

Ryusei Shidou

Girl dad in the most chaotic way possible. Tiaras coexist with bows and arrows as a princess fights off an invasion. Every doll and plushie has a tattoo made either with a sharpie or from a patch attached with hot glue. Every tea time is a mafia family meeting that always involves an assassination plot. And the barbies live very intense lives that inevitably delve into wrestling like storylines where each one has a gimmick, a long standing feud, and a clear thirst for blood.

Chaos may not be the best thing to keep an organized home, but it's good for mental development. And much like a kid, Shidou also thrives in creative chaos. He isn't the best at practical things, especially the ones involving routine and quiet time, but he has got his uses. Very good at wasting his daughter's energy until she drops straight into a deep sleep. His antics are also good at convincing her to eat pretty much anything. And of course, great at entertaining her so you can take a break.

Oliver Aiku

Boy dad but like he really doesn't care, he'd be giving the same extremely affectionate, and even a bit clingy, treatment to his kid no matter the gender - sugary sweet nicknames included. Probably heard people saying he coddles his son too much, treating him like a princess, but Oliver is good at playing deaf. Tho, that kid gonna have to fight for the right to have his feet touching the ground, cause dad wants to carry his offspring everywhere. Sure to raise a boy as clingy and openly affectionate as him.

Those reflexes honed for football are quite good at catching a kid before an ugly fall. And he's actually good at the general everyday stuff, surprisingly patient too. Takes a genuine interest in the things his son likes, so when the boy shows sudden interest in colorful nail polish, he'll show up to a match with badly painted soft purple nails. Likes sleeping on the floor with his boy, when asked why the floor and not the bed he brings up the old man excuse of "the floor is good for my back".

Reo Mikage

Girl dad and he was ready for a little princess, but what he got was more of a cave dwelling gremlin. He was expecting frilly dresses and tea time but he gets a little girl who likes bugs, playing in the mud and digging things from the ground. It hits him as a surprise but he adapts to that, and as much as he isn't very excited for the cleanup afterward, he is always eager to entertain his girl's odd interests. If buying dinosaur fossils weren't such a legal can of worms he'd buy one just to bury it for her to dig up.

If he wasn't convinced to go to therapy before, now is the moment to convince him. Just gotta say he should do it not to become like his dad and he's gonna be booking the appointment fast. Will be reading child pedagogy books and shit like that to make sure he can be a good and understanding dad. Really just trying to kill his family's trauma conga line at himself - wants his daughter to trust and count on him in the way he never could with his dad.

Michael Kaiser

Boy dad but to the gentlest, sweetest of souls, a little boy who seems to have absolutely nothing in common with his dad, aside from some physical traits. It at the same time shocks and scares him, because the world out there is not kind to sweet people. But while the boy is at home, Kaiser can keep him safe. It does frustrate him a little bit when he tries to get his son into football but the boy is more into art than sports, but he learns to move past that. Truth is, he wanted the boy to mirror his traits a bit more, so this is a humbling experience.

That poor rose tattoo of his does not see a day of peace after his son learned to color. Tho, Kaiser gets used to the shaky new roses drawn on his skin fair enough. And he actually considers getting a full tattoo of just lineart and not colors just to let the boy color in. He's not the most patient so he has a bit of a hard time getting used to the whole parenting thing, but he does try his best. Also, whenever he takes his son out somewhere he makes their clothes match in color scheme.

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[panlight]

So i re-read twilight breaking dawn. i hate bella, the moment she becomes a vampire she is a badass powerful tough girl. growling and threatening emmett and jacob during the whole charlie visiting thing. she also becomes disrespectful walking into jasper and alice room, walk into esme and carlisle room without their permission. She also lies to edward the whole entire time. she decides she cannot live without edward and rather die with him then take care of her daughter, like what???? bella became the worst character after she became a vampire. Also she ONLY showed edward what she wanted him to see after she lifted her shield for him.

Or how she is all like, "From now on, I'll deal with Jenks." Like she can unilaterally make that decision, and as if the family would entrust their complicated web of identities to someone who joined the family 4 months ago.

Yeah vampire Bella is not my favorite.

I think we're supposed to see her as empowered, this is the place she fits, the place she shines, she's finally her True Self but idk it kind of reminds me of the ending of Grease which I also kind of always hated. That is, I think we're supposed to think Sandy embraced her true self when she ditches the good-girl image but it always felt to me (as someone who related to the 'good girl') she completely changed who she was because that's the Cooler ending. Bella being all sexy and mysterious and meeting with lawyers and throwing around ungodly amounts of money is Cool (allegedly) and Sexy (supposedly) but it doesn't feel like Bella. And it's not like a lot of time has passed; Bella wakes up as a vampire on Sept 13 and the confrontation with the Volturi is, I'm pretty sure, New Year's Eve, Dec 31. That's mere months for her to change so radically. There's no slow progression it's KA POW! I'm a sexy empowered vampire now! RAWR! and it feels weird, or at least too sudden.

Especially, again, given all the warnings about how hard and sad and painful being a vampire is, for it then to all just be easy peasy for Bella. Carlisle starved himself in the forest for months. Bella's hanging out with her dad on like, day 2. It also feels like Bella didn't really have to grow or learn anything and becoming a vampire just solved all her issues, which is less interesting (to me) than actually working through stuff.

I knew Bella would end up as a vampire. I also guessed she'd probably never kill anyone. But even I was surprised just how easy, fun and sexy being a vampire was for her, how instantly 'cool' it made her, compared to *gestures at the previous three books and Midnight Sun and Bree Tanner* what we were told about vampirism elsewhere. I thought she'd have to struggle or give up something.

Plus, as I've said before, How X Became a Vampire and How Do They Cope is my favorite part of vampire stories, and Bella was just instantly cool with it all and thus it didn't give me want I wanted. She just carried on her life as it was before but now 300% More Sexy and at least a little more confident, and vampirism/thirst was never really an issue aside from that first day with Charlie.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Yandere platonic Damian: I want my aunt/uncle!Reader😢

Yandere romantic Talia Al Ghul: I want your aunt/uncle!Reader too😍😏😈

Meanwhile Bruce’s sibling/aunt/uncle!Reader: Why all of a sudden I have a bad feeling?🤨

Just all of Bruce’s love interests thirsting for his sibling and the Reader either being extremely uncomfortable with it or being completely clueless to all of it. Meanwhile, Bruce is fighting off all his thirsty exes with a stick trying to protect his precious sibling from all of their advances. Leave it to Damian to help his mom get with the Reader so that they can be his second mom or dad.

Also, I totally stand by the idea of either yan!Clark and Lois taking a romantic liking to the Reader and bringing them in to their marriage or yan!Diana takes up pining for the Reader’s affections. I mean Bruce could tolerate Diana to an extent but having Clark become his brother-in-law is asking too much of him. God forbid any other League members get romantically involved with his sibling, Bruce might just lose it.

[silentmoths]

Masterlist

Currently writing for: Genshin Impact Compiled in order of first postage

Green means sfw Red means nsfw White means suggestive

Vampire!Zhongli Char.AI

When you pick the horrible octopus over the dragon plushie - Zhongli x Reader sfw

When you pick the horrible octopus over the dragon plushie II electric boogaloo - Zhongli x Reader sfw

Is that laughter? or Just athsma? - Zhongli x Reader sfw

I'm so tired - Genshin Men x Reader sfw

Touch Starved - Zhongli x Masc! Reader sfw

What they smell like - Genshin Men Scent headcanons sfw

Forgetting the occasion - Genshin men x Reader ,suggestive

Please, think better of yourself - Diluc/Zhongli x reader nsfw

No longer the one and Oni - Itto x Oni! Reader nsfw

Perfectionist - Zhongli x Reader sfw

Resting murder face - Genshin men X reader sfw

In your own world - Diluc x reader sfw

The Oni thing i need is you - Itto x reader sfw

Oops-! - Genshin men X Reader nsfw

Angel of mine - Angel!Zhongli x reader, suggestive

Sudden fatherhood - Dad!Zhongli x Child!Reader sfw

Bad day - Kaeya x Reader sfw

Kid Gloves - Genshin men & women x Reader sfw

Tartaglil - Dad!Childe x Child!Reader sfw

Brotherly comfort - Brother!Ayato x Reader sfw

Celebrity Encounter - Celeb!Zhongli x Reader, suggestive

Tutor dates - Albedo x Reader sfw

Pain Relief - Prof!Zhongli x Student!Reader nsfw

I accidentally raised a god from the dead - Thrall!Zhongli x Necromancer!Reader nsfw

An emotional exchange - Zhongli x Reader sfw

A lap to cry on - Genshin men & women x Reader sfw

Cuddle time - Ei/Ningguang x Reader cuddle headcanons sfw

I will wait for eternity- Ei x Reader sfw

How much time do we have? - Boss!Zhongli+Ei x Secratary!Reader nsfw

Warm up - Omega!Albedo x Alpha!Reader nsfw

Mock exam - Prof!Zhongli x Student!Reader nsfw

Demonic corruption - Demon!Zhongli x Excorcist!Reader nsfw

Happy accidents - Zhongli x Pregnant!Reader sfw

Teyvat pussy eating champions - Genshin men & women nsfw

Please mommy - Student!Kazuha x Prof!Reader nsfw

Slow fall - Zhongli x Reader nsfw

Demonic Ascension - Demon!Zhongli x ExorcistDemon! Reader part II nsfw

Friend in the night - Zhongli x reader sfw

The safeword - Genshin men x Reader nsfw

An apple for you to stay? - Venti x Reader sfw

Restart the chapter - Al Haitham x reader nsfw

Good morning, Darling - Zhongli x reader nsfw

When will I see you again? (In your dreams) - Zhongli x reader sfw/angst

Strange arcade event: I just bought that top- Zhongli x reader nsfw

Strange arcade event: Losing composure but everything is mundane - Zhongli x reader sfw

Strange arcade event: wait, you're HOW old!? - Zhongli x reader sfw

Strange arcade event: Let me guess, you caused it? - Childe x reader sfw

Strange arcade event: what the hell were we meant to be cooking again? - Amber x Reader suggestive

Was it cold out? - Yandere!Zhongli x reader, nsfw (minor)

The most amicable guest at the party - Zhongli x Reader, nsfw

the enigma of the moth - Selfship, sfw

Caught in the act - Genshin men x reader, suggestive

The Meow - Zhongli x reader, sfw

Little Champion - Zhongli x reader, sfw

Winter wonderland event- Breakroom Spaghetti - Zhongli x Reader, sfw

Big 👀 Energy - Genshin men x Reader NSFW

Fragile as a brick wall - Zhongli x reader Royal AU - Longform, nsfw

You need to throw a book at director Hu - Zhongli x reader, sfw

A cold cure for insomnia - Pkmn S/V Rika x fem reader, nsfw

Chronically - Zhongli x reader, sfw

Two weeks - Zhongli x reader, nsfw

Kindergarten Blues - Single Dad Zhongli x Kindergarten Teacher reader, sfw

Unspoken arrangement - Capitano x Reader, nsfw

HSR Thirsts - Svarog/Yaoshi/Kafka x reader, nsfw

HSR Thirsts 2, Electric boogaloo - Jing Yuan, Welt, Lan x reader, nsfw

At your beck and call - Butler!Zhongli x reader, nsfw

Quick-Relief - Morax x Adeptus reader, nsfw

A vampired guide to feeding from a hemophobic partner - Neuvillette x Reader, nsfw

[blueberryarchive]

─୨MISS PEACHES '57୧─

(18+)//tw: drinking, pranking, cursing, light stuff//part 1

The horse trotted to the rhythm of the drums, the festival rumbled in the middle of the dusty nothingness, and the lights illuminated the stadium that seemed to be swallowed by the darkness of the warm night. The moon was hidden by the black clouds that threatened to break, lightning illuminated the mountains in violet, and the smell of a storm was approaching.

Jungkook encouraged the animal to go faster, clicking loudly. Jimin was behind him, with one arm he held onto the younger man's chest, and with the other, he took a long drink of the stolen whiskey.

The night called for things to fall into their hands, the purpose being to create a scandal and wake up that city girl who comes to Rivermouth thinking that she can devour them.

The apple of the Bell Ranch's eye, the star child, the one who left Rivermouth at nine to bring home a crown every couple of months.

The apple of Rivermouth's eye is back, wearing the brightest crown she's ever had. And the Hillside brothers plan to enjoy the show tonight.

With a spontaneous brake, both boys jumped off the horse, pushing people in the audience. Alcohol immunizing insults and judging looks.

"C'mon, Jimin. Hurry up!"

"Fuck off. I told you to bring something gross, ain't you working on Millie's butcher shop?" Jimin opened the lid. 

"Ain't your dad a fucking shepherd?" Jungkook spat, tongue heavy with only a few sips.

"What should I bring? Wool? You fucking idiot." The blonde laughed, grabbing the last drink ready on his strap.

The crowd started getting busier, the lights fading. 

The music started out of nowhere like the first trumpet of the apocalypse, announcing your arrival on stage.

And indeed, there was no prettier girl in all of Rivermouth.

With your pearly smile, high voluminous hair, perfect hands, and the sweetest smile Jimin had ever seen. Not even his mother looked so beautiful, nor did the statue of the Virgin Mary in the church. You were divine, a torment, taken from the same city hell.

"Take more." He heard himself say. Jungkook put his hand into the jelly jar that Jimin was carrying in his trembling hands.

Park's rebellious heart fell into his stomach as he saw you emerge completely from the curtains, materializing from the yellow dust that rose from the arid floor like a Las Vegas show. With smoke and lights and the Bell Ranch's girl dressed as a coquettish sailor. The lights are brighter than before, the sparkling shine of your glitter bow, your freshly painted nails, the sash around your body: MISS PEACHES 1957. Everyone applauded when they saw your hands rise and jump elegantly across the creaky floor.

Jungkook held the slimy mass in his fingers, gaping and wondering.

"Are you sure that's the right girl, Park?" 

"Sure as hell." Jimin licked his lips, feeling a sudden thirst. 

Thunder exploded in his ears just as your smile caught a glimpse of him. Like a sign from the Lord of your arrival, he was sure as hell that you were the right girl. "Why, are you scared, little church boy?" Teased, Jungkook clicked his tongue. 

Was that what girls were like outside of Rivermouth? With long legs and an apotheotic smile?

"Aim..." Jungkook murmured coming out of his stupor, raising his arm, the reddish juice dripping down his wrist and onto his shirt.

It's not that Park felt hungry or wanted to go to the bathroom, nor that he has a fever. He wasn't nervous either, of course not, the alcohol helped him with that. But the southern heat was so strong from your presence that he felt like he could faint if he blinked and missed one of your steps, steps, steps, turn, one, two, one, two, three, four, CLACK! LIGHT! THUNDER!

Jelly spilled from Jimin's fingers, and his heart drummed to the sound of your patent leather shoes.

If he had known that the Bell Ranch girl was going to be you, maybe he wouldn't have stolen his mother's jam, maybe he wouldn't have called Jungkook that night. But it was already late, and his fingers were tickling, his nose was beginning to despise the smell of strawberries that filled his space.

"FIRE!" Jimin yelled as the clack of your feet made his throat burst.

The sweet rained down until it reached your beautiful face, your delicate costume. 

A collective gasp landed Jimin on his feet, at what he had caused. Your smile was gone, your long eyelashes raised above the red. Both boys remained static, confused; as if they had desecrated a religious image.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck! We have to go." Jungkook mumbled hands into fists, eyes on the prize. 

Jimin's eyes were bright, the corners of his lips tremblingly raised as he watched you cry in the center of the stage, the unbearable white lights made your translucent tears shine, and the sweaty makeup made you look like a ruined wax figure. The women who surrounded you to protect you from so much shame. Oh, it was a sight.

If your father wasn't screaming, if Jungkook hadn't grabbed his arm, and if his mother hadn't screamed his name from afar. Jimin would have stayed until his feet swelled just to see you, to admire you until he grew weary.

It wasn't the first time he had made a girl cry, but making Miss Peaches '57 cry had been the greatest achievement for 18-year-old Jimin. Best of all, he didn't even have to move, yell at you, or even pull one of your perfect curls.

The mere fact that he came close to you caused tornado damage to such a wildflower.

They had to run through the blue night, ride through the cold drizzle, and disappear for hours until the festival and you were an intelligible echo behind their cruel, childish laughter.

Jungkook licked his sticky fingers while he looked back. Looking for your silhouette coming down the stairs, defeated in the worst way for a girl: when she thinks she looks her best.

That night, both boys slept in the hayfield of an old cabin, drunk and sticky. They both dreamed of the same girl, and both woke up with goosebumps from the dew of a wet morning and a mischievous smile.

One of them dreamed of stealing a kiss from you, the other of making you cry again.

[devildom-moss]

January post poll

So, to start the year, I'm switching it up. This poll was originally created in a document called the depravity scale, if that gives you any hints about what to expect. Basically, I ranked all of the current smut ideas I have based on how depraved or out there I think they are.

1 - the most vanilla

10 - the most depraved on the list

I'll elaborate more under the cut after the poll since I can only provide so many details in the actual poll - that way no one has to read through the more detailed depraved summaries if they just want to vote for something relatively vanilla. (Sorry it's so Mephisto and Barbs heavy. You get it right?)

Beelzebub x MC: The unnecessarily sensual image of Beelzebub eating a mango leads to MC pouncing on him.

Diavolo x MC: Implied!caught by Barbatos while giving Diavolo a blowjob under his desk (with a little extra spice by having to be quiet while holding him in your mouth).

Simeon x MC: MC has feelings (romantic and sexual) for someone (I don’t know, probably Lucifer, Raphael, or Michael), but they don’t reciprocate. Simeon offers to be a substitute and does everything MC imagines their crush doing to them.

Barbatos x Mephisto: Barbatos keeps Mephisto “entertained” while Diavolo finishes his paperwork; light brat-taming vibes.

Barbatos x Mephisto x MC: Barbatos catches Mephisto and MC getting hot and heavy on RAD premises and decides that a punishment is in order.

Diavolo x Barbatos x MC: Diavolo and Barbatos let MC loose in the labyrinth under the castle and give them a head start before they go on the hunt to find them; primal play, interrupted solo with Barbs; double penetration; Diavolo and Barbatos have a "sharing is caring, but they’re still mine" mentality about MC.

Mephisto x MC: Mephisto’s performance pt. 2 (still messed up, but a little less sad maybe?, more religious undertones, more plot). MC gets the chance to use Mephisto like he used them - and Mephisto basically has a sex dungeon?

Barbatos x MC: Messed up Barbatos as Nightbringer AU where Barbatos gets MC to go back in time before he sterilized himself so he can breed MC and fill them with his eggs.

Solomon x MC: Solomon fixes MC’s sudden, mysterious unquenchable thirst (lust), pretty messed up, amab!MC (may write an alternate afab!MC with a magical sex swap/dick growth thing going on), magic as a form of drugging; overstimulation; Solomon being a fucker in more ways than one; dubcon because the drugging makes MC horny - may have hints of non-con.

The Demon Lord x MC / Mephisto x MC: Yes, MC fucks Diavolo's dad (while being involved with Diavolo - bonus cheating); MC gets targets by a group against Diavolo because of their relationship with Diavolo; the group uses mind control to force MC to visit the Demon Lord and ride him while in his sleeping state; Mephisto finds out too late to stop it but just in time to find MC sobbing on the ground; Mephi provides (sexual) aftercare - which involves him eating the Demon Lord’s cum out of MC. Seriously. This one is messed up on multiple levels (you've been warned).

[ichangedmycornyahhname]

Aged up!Lo'ak x Fem Na'vi!reader

Summary: Just a little prompt for the two. After Y/Ns sudden needy outburst in public, Lo'ak finally pulls her to the side. Except, instead of giving her what she wants, he makes her work for it. (This is gonna be short)

Warnings: Smut | Mutual masturbation | Overstimulation | Semi-public sex | Oral (Fem and male receiving) | 69 😱🤪 | Not proof read

Y/N clung to Lo'aks bicep, her tail curling around the length of his calve. She was desperate for his touch, even if it meant expressing that in front of the Sully family. "Lo.." She muttered as she glanced up at him, noticing the stern look on his face. While she should've been discouraged by his expression, she instead found herself aroused. Her thighs squished together, drawing a sigh from her chapped lips. "Hey sis I'll be right back, we've got to go take care of something." The young man said as he pinched Y/Ns thigh. He was not happy about this.

"Since you want me so bad, spread your legs and show me how bad you need it. Go ahead ma." He crouched down in front of her, the small bushes surrounding them providing a small curtain of privacy. Y/N only nodded in response, her hand falling to her loincloth to slip it over her thighs. She tossed it away, the cloth now long forgotten as her fingers squelched within her. The curl of her fingers only caused the aching within her to grow, her head falling back as the bit of pleasure sparked through her. Lo'ak burned his gaze into her, his eyes traversing her lustful body. It took his entire being not to pounce onto her and finish the job himself. However he controlled himself, instead settling to tease his own cock. He matched his strokes with Y/Ns, keeping up with the beautiful Na'vis slick drenched fingers.

"Lo I'm so close..please finish me off baby.." She mewled as her toes curled into the dirt beneath her. And that was all he needed to hear. He lifted her on top of himself as they laid on the ground, flipping her around so that her cunt sat upon his face. He pulled her in, his forearms locking around her legs as he went to town. His tongue slurped up all of her juices, the taste quenching his thirst for her. Y/N was out of breath, her pants torturing his poor cock. She barely comprehended what just happened. "C'mon Ma, I can't do all the work." He rutted his cock up, and hissed once her tongue swirled around his tip. She slowly slid her tongue along his cock, lubricating the pretty blue appendage. Then she took him in completely, bobbing her head along the length of his cock. She gagged and spit, making a mess on his huge dick. "That's it Mama's..just like that.." He gruffed as he worked on her clit while one of his fingers plunged into her cunt. His fingers curled hastily, his tongue working desperately as his own high neared. "Fuck..you're soo m'sweet.." he moaned out as Y/N began to tease his balls. She continued to bob her had until suddenly she felt his cock pulse inside her, his warm cum spurting in her mouth and filling her up. She gulped his cum down, the salty taste lingering in her mouth as she slid off of his cock with a pop. And just as she herself was about to cum, she heard a voice. People were near. The Sully family was near! She squealed as Lo'ak continued to go down on her, another finger entering her sweet core. "L-Lo'ak your dad is right there! W-wait.." She crumpled forward, a muffled grunt echoing in her throat as she leaned against his legs for support. He only chuckled against her cunt in response, licking away at her swollen cunt. "Good girl..you're so good for me mama.." He praised as he pressed a kiss against her cunt before removing her fingers.

"So, that's why you had to leave so soon." The two glanced up, the large figure of Jake Sully standing over them. Oh. Shit.

(y'all should I do a part two to this?)

[ncityavenue]

𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙉𝘾𝙏 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨

Very straightforward, it's not gonna be all of nct. Random selects I guess, it's gonna be members that come to the front of my mind if that makes sense🤞🏾

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JAEHYUN

Why do I feel like this my man's texting is dry💀like you tell him your plans for the week and hes just like "OK." And yall don't text for the next 4 hrs— STOP WHAT IS THIS SUDDEN JAEHYUN SLANDER😭😭 LOVE HIM THO🤞🏾

(Suggestive) you will know when he's in THE mood if you catch my drift, he texts more frantically and his sentences don't make sense as much ncjwbdhdbakm— you'd be like "are you okay?" And he's like "...I'm horny" and you're just like "okay well I'm at work so you gotta wait " NSIWBCCHSBWKMAO IM SORRY—

BRUH HIS LAUGH TEXT STYLE IS DEFINITELY "Lol", "lmfao", "💀". You genuinely don't know if you made him laugh unless you are on call with him and you hear that dad laugh😭

JOHNNY

He always greets you with a "good morning sexy😏" like sir....we have slobber all over our mouth, SEXY WHERE????

He texts you just to make you're notifications go outta whack, JUST FOR FUN😭

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA"

"Hi"

"Hi

"Hi"

"Hi"

"JOHNNY PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE."

"Hiii🤗💗💗💗"

"Fuck you"

YUTA

He's a "words of affirmation" texter, like in the morning he tells you "have a good day<333" or "you'll do great today<3"

I mean yuta is more of caller than texter bc he wants to hear your voice 🥰😍🤗🤗❤❤💗💗 awhhhh so cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

He's a sweet texter honestly, DONT TAKE HIM FOR GRANTED

TEN

"Hey dumbass, wanna go out with me and yang?"

I knowwww he accidentally switches the languages anytime he talks to you

He sends SO MANY photos throughout his day * if yall are together he sends...uhm— YEAH YOU GET THE POINT. Thirst trap Ten era🥱*

Crazy thing is you never know if it's actually ten texting you bc he let's his friends borrow his phone and then somehow you wind up talking to Xiaojun instead of Ten. HE SHOULD STOP LETTING PEOPLE JUST HAVE HIS PHONE😭

(Suggestive maybe) "So, I'm at Spencer's."

"Oh great! Have fun!"

"So what size dildo do you want? They have 6,8,9,and 12 inch:)

"...Why am I with you again?"

"JUST TELL ME😩"

"8 is a great start ig...."

" okay well I'm at the counter with the 12 inch anyway! See you later love you gorgeous🥰"

"I-..."

JENO

You never truly know what you're gonna get outta him, one day he'll be blowing up your notifications the next he'll be the driest mf ever (Jaehyun 2.0)

He sends memes, honestly all of Dream send memes. So it just runs through his veins

He mostly sends them (flirty memes) when you flirt with him and since he's not the best at flirting he sends one like "damn you lookin fine as hell" with like a a cute cat with sunglasses on😭😭(except that one time a czennie said he was cute and then he said they were cute as well on live and Mark was like :0)

There's been a unhealthy amount of times where he accidentally texts you random gibberish, and he's always like "my bad😊"

MARK

NOOOOOO😭😭 IM LAUGHING ALREADY THINKING ABT THIS, So he makes so many typos especially when you start to flirt HE JUST GOES BALLISTIC💀

"So wht shuld we do TodaY?"

"Omg mark are you asking me out😏😏"

"WA.KT WAT NO...AIM I??? WULD U SAY NO IF I WAS? WAIT HUH—"

"MARK PLEASE CALM DOWN IM JOKING😭"

"I'm sorry imsorryyou scared me I shoukds have asked how ur daiy wss sorry sorry!!!!"

"YOU'RE FINE BABY😭"

"Ba-...baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Uhm- okay sugar plum"

"...leave the pet names to me from now on.."

"IM TRYING😭"

If he keeps making errors in his text, he either calls you or sends a voice message💀 Save mark pls.

HAECHAN

He sends memes for EVER-Y-THING, there's never a moment where you're talking to haechan and he doesn't send a meme.

He his text laughs are "GOODBYE-", "LMFAOAOAOAOAO", "IM WHEEZING", "GOODNIGHTTTT"

"Die."

He sends hoe pics

Even if yall are just platonic he sends hoe-y pics and you're like "haechan, I'm at work." And he's like "exactly. Thoughts?" So you decide to fuck with him and you answer with "..why's there a lotion and sock behind you?" And haechan literally deletes the photo😭😭

" hiiiii🥰🥰🥰"

"No."

"C'mon let's talk for like 10 seconds"

"Okay fine"

"How's ur day so far🤗"

"1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10"

"..Die."

"byeeee see u later😍🤞🏾"

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I've been had this idea for awhile but I never wrote it bc I didn't know how to put my frantic thoughts into words- bitch I sound crazy uhm ANYWAYS BXIWVDUWKDOK😭😭

But I hope you liked this and this the end of The BGKSC [Black Girl Kpop Stan Chronicles] IDC IM MAKING IT A THING LEAVE ME BE😭😭😭 BYE BESTIE BOOS🤗❤❤

[paradise-world]

Whispers Of Fate | Kim Jiwoong ZB1

Summary : A talented cheerleader navigates love and secrets while balancing the pressures of highschool cheerleading.

Genre : Coming Of Age, Fluff, Romance, High School AU, VERY Mildly Suggestive, Fem Reader, Drama, Friendship, Slice Of Life

Warnings : Not proofread, everything (all the characters) are fictional except Jiwoong, but this story does not reflect how he is in real life since he is (obviously) and idol, the name of the highschool was just some random one I found online

Word Count : 9.2k

Sims 4 Lives As Stories | Masterlist 1

Seo Y/N strode onto the cheerleading mat with an air of self-assured confidence that commanded attention. With a penchant for drama and a thirst for excitement, she relished the spotlight, making every practice a performance. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she reveled in the exhilarating rush that came with executing flawless routines and igniting the crowd's energy.

The gymnasium echoed with the rhythmic thud of feet landing in sync, punctuated by the harmonious chants of "Go, Fight, Win!" Y/N led her squad with precision, her movements fluid and graceful as she executed a series of complex stunts and tumbling passes. The team seamlessly transitioned from pyramid formations to intricate dance sequences, their collective energy electrifying the room. Each toss and catch was executed with meticulous precision, showcasing the hours of dedication and teamwork that defined their camaraderie.

Just as the routine reached its crescendo, a sudden misstep sent one of the flyers tumbling to the mat, causing a ripple of concern among the team. Tensions flared as accusations flew, with two members, Eunbyul and Nayoung, locking horns in a heated exchange. Y/N's eyes narrowed, sensing the mounting drama, and she quickly intervened, silencing the squabble with a commanding presence. As the cheerleading captain, she deftly mediated the situation, diffusing the tension with a stern yet reassuring demeanor, ensuring the practice could resume without further disruption.

With the drama momentarily quelled, Y/N gathered her friends, discussing the incident in hushed tones before they dispersed. Eunbi, her closest confidante, was getting picked up by her parents; Chaewon, always the adventurer, hopped on her bike, eager to feel the wind in her hair; and Areum boarded the bus, headphones in, lost in her world. Y/N watched them depart, her thoughts lingering on the day's events as she began her familiar walk home, a sense of fulfillment tinged with anticipation of the challenges and excitement that awaited her.

Y/N's home was a sanctuary of warmth and laughter, a testament to the close-knit bond she shared with her family. As she entered the cozy living room, her eyes met those of her mother, whose loving gaze conveyed an unspoken understanding. Her father, seated nearby, flashed a proud smile, while her younger brother, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, eagerly awaited his sister's attention. Together, they settled into a familiar routine, exchanging playful banter and heartfelt conversations that showcased their genuine affection for one another.

Drawing a deep breath, Y/N turned to her parents, seeking their guidance on a matter close to her heart. "Mom, Dad," she began hesitantly, "I've been contemplating whether to take on a leadership role in a community project at school. It's a significant commitment, and I value your insights." Her parents exchanged knowing glances before nodding in unison, expressing their unwavering support. As they offered words of encouragement, Y/N's little brother chimed in, his youthful voice echoing with innocent enthusiasm. "Sis, you'd be awesome! I'll even help with your posters!" His earnest offer elicited smiles all around, reaffirming the familial bonds that grounded Y/N and shaped her decisions.

After a heartfelt conversation with her family that left her spirit refreshed, Y/N retreated to her room, where rows of books beckoned from their shelves. For Y/N, books were more than mere ink and paper; they were portals to other worlds, beckoning her to embark on new adventures and explore uncharted territories of the mind.

As night settled in, Y/N's focus shifted to the daunting task at hand. Armed with an array of textbooks and study materials, she delved into her preparations for the upcoming weekly exams. Each page she turned, each concept she grasped, showcased her unwavering dedication to academic excellence. However, as the clock ticked relentlessly onwards, exhaustion began to weigh heavily upon her. Despite her best efforts to remain alert, sleep's embrace proved too enticing to resist. With a sigh, Y/N's head gently descended onto the pages of her open textbook, a testament to her relentless pursuit of knowledge and the boundless curiosity that fueled her aspirations.

As dawn broke, heralding a new day, Y/N embarked on her familiar routine, navigating the bustling hallways of her high school with practiced ease. The chatter of students, the clatter of lockers, and the rhythmic cadence of footsteps marked the rhythm of daily life, each moment meticulously orchestrated as Y/N seamlessly transitioned from one class to the next, her determination evident in every stride.

The culmination of her relentless dedication manifested in the form of impeccable exam results. Y/N's unwavering commitment to excellence was evident, as her name resonated with admiration and respect when the grades were announced. Her accomplishments echoed through the corridors, solidifying her reputation as a formidable scholar whose intellect and diligence were beyond reproach.

Amidst the throng of students, Y/N's gaze inadvertently locked onto a figure who exuded an undeniable magnetism. Though they had never spoken, she was acutely aware of his presence, his allure transcending mere physical attraction. His name was Kim Jiwoong, a familiar face whose enigmatic aura had always piqued her curiosity. Today, however, something was different; a subtle shift in the atmosphere hinted at the possibility of a deeper connection waiting to be explored. Shaking off her reverie, Y/N refocused her thoughts. Her heart rate subtly accelerated as she began her journey towards cheer practice, a sense of anticipation tingling at the back of her mind, hinting at the unforeseen twists and turns that lay ahead.

In the pulsating heart of the gymnasium, Y/N commanded the spotlight with an effortless grace and precision that left spectators in awe. As the cheerleading captain, she was a beacon of inspiration, her every movement a symphony of athleticism and artistry. From executing gravity-defying flips to orchestrating intricate formations, Y/N's leadership shone brightly, her teammates rallying behind her with unwavering trust and admiration.

Amidst the exhilarating routines and synchronized choreography, Y/N's leadership skills came to the fore, her passion for cheerleading evident in every spirited chant and triumphant stance. She guided her squad with unwavering determination, instilling a sense of camaraderie and unity that transcended the confines of the gymnasium. Her unwavering commitment to excellence fostered an environment where each member felt valued, their individual strengths celebrated as integral components of a cohesive whole.

However, as the intensity of practice reached its zenith, tensions simmered beneath the surface, culminating in a heated confrontation between two members of the cheer squad. The air grew thick with animosity, escalating rapidly into a volatile altercation that threatened to disrupt the harmony Y/N had worked so tirelessly to maintain. With tempers flaring, the situation spiraled out of control, culminating in a hair-pulling skirmish that sent shockwaves through the gymnasium.

Reacting swiftly, Y/N and her friends intervened, pulling the feuding cheerleaders apart with determined resolve. As the chaos unfolded, another member of the squad sprinted towards the head teacher of PDHPE, ushering her into the fray. With a sense of urgency, they guided the antagonists away, leading them to the sanctuary of the teacher's office to defuse the escalating tension.

Once the immediate crisis was averted, Y/N gathered with her friends, noticing their faces filled with concern and disbelief. "I can't believe they let it get that far," Eunbi exclaimed, her eyes widening in shock. Chaewon shook her head. "It's like they forgot we're a team. A family," Areum chimed in, "We need to address this before it tears us apart." Y/N nodded, her expression resolute as she contemplated the repercussions of the day's events. With a heavy heart, she bid her friends farewell, her thoughts consumed by the challenges that lay ahead as she made her way to the bus stop, her part-time job beckoning with the promise of a brief respite from the tumultuous world of high school drama.

Amidst the rhythmic hum of the espresso machine and the aromatic symphony of freshly brewed coffee, Y/N gracefully navigated the bustling ambiance of the café. As a barista, she moved with a practiced ease, her hands deftly maneuvering the machinery with precision. The rich aroma of roasted beans permeated the air, blending harmoniously with the soft hum of conversation that filled the space, each moment punctuated by Y/N's meticulous attention to detail as she crafted each beverage with care.

Y/N's multitasking prowess was on full display as she seamlessly juggled multiple orders, her focus unwavering amidst the cacophony of voices and the clatter of porcelain cups. With an innate sense of rhythm, she orchestrated a delicate ballet of flavors and textures, each drink tailored to perfection under her expert guidance.

Interacting with customers, Y/N exuded warmth and professionalism, her genuine smile brightening the day of each patron who crossed the café threshold. However, amidst the familiar faces and routine interactions, Y/N's focus shifted abruptly when a figure entered, causing a surge of anticipation to flow through her veins. Jiwoong stood before her, his striking features accentuated by the soft glow of the café lights.

"Good evening," Jiwoong greeted with a polite nod, his eyes meeting Y/N's with a hint of intrigue. "I'll have a caramel macchiato, please."

"Of course," Y/N replied, her voice tinged with sweetness as she punched in his order. "One caramel macchiato coming right up. Would you like that for here or to go?"

"To go, please," Jiwoong responded, his gaze lingering on Y/N's with a subtle appreciation for her attentiveness.

As Y/N meticulously crafted his beverage, their conversation flowed effortlessly, a seamless exchange of pleasantries and compliments that hinted at the possibility of future encounters. "Here you go," she said, handing him the carefully prepared drink. "I added an extra drizzle of caramel for good measure. Let me know how it tastes."

Jiwoong took a sip, savoring the rich blend of flavors. "It's perfect," he remarked, his eyes meeting Y/N's with a genuine warmth that resonated within her. "You've certainly earned yourself a regular customer."

Y/N's internal turmoil of excitement and intrigue remained concealed behind a composed facade as she bid him farewell, her thoughts lingering on the unexpected connection that had ignited amidst the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. With Jiwoong's departure, Y/N resumed her duties, attending to a myriad of tasks that demanded her attention, a sense of anticipation tingling at the prospect of future encounters that promised to redefine the contours of her seemingly ordinary existence.

The new week at Chiak High School unfurled with an electric tension, and Y/N felt irresistibly drawn to the whirlwind of drama that captivated her peers. As she maneuvered through the bustling hallways, her eyes sparkled with mischief, relishing the intoxicating blend of whispers and speculations that permeated the atmosphere. To Y/N, the allure of drama was an irresistible siren song—a thrilling game where she delighted in orchestrating the intricate tapestry of rumors and intrigue that ensnared the student body.

Spotting Eunbi across the quad, Y/N leaned in, her voice dripping with feigned concern. "You wouldn't believe the latest," she whispered, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yeeun and Namgi were allegedly spotted at the park last weekend. Witnesses claim Namgi was seen coercing Yeeun into some shady dealings." The revelation sent a palpable shockwave through Eunbi, and Y/N savored the moment, her senses tingling with anticipation.

As the day unfolded, Y/N's fabricated tale echoed through the corridors, each retelling more embellished than the last. "I heard Namgi was pressuring Yeeun into something sketchy at the park," one student murmured, their voice tinged with a blend of disbelief and fascination. Y/N's smirk deepened, her satisfaction growing as she reveled in the power of her words, the tendrils of her rumors weaving a complex web that ensnared the unsuspecting students.

Seizing an opportunity to engage Jiwoong, Y/N's heart raced as she approached him, her voice tinged with faux sympathy as she relayed the salacious details. "You wouldn't believe the rumors circulating around school," she began, her eyes meeting his with a hint of intrigue. 

Jiwoong raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in his gaze. "Go on," he prompted, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and intrigue.

"I've heard whispers about Yeeun and Namgi," Y/N continued, her voice tinged with a blend of concern and excitement. "Apparently, Namgi was seen pressuring her into something questionable at the park. It's all anyone can talk about."

Jiwoong's eyes widened momentarily before he responded, "That's quite the rumor. I hope it's just that—a rumor."

Y/N nodded, her gaze lingering on Jiwoong's for a moment longer before she replied, "Time will tell, won't it?" With a subtle smile, she bid him farewell, leaving Jiwoong lost in thought as she walked away, her mind already racing about her conversation with the male.

Y/N entered the hushed atmosphere of Chiak High School's library, her footsteps muted by the soft carpeted floors. With her backpack slung over one shoulder, she ventured to a secluded corner, immersing herself among the rows of bookshelves that housed worlds waiting to be explored. As she delved into the pages of a captivating novel, a subtle rustle of movement nearby caught her attention.

Glancing up, Y/N found herself locking eyes with Jiwoong, who had just rounded the corner of the same section she was perusing. Their eyes met briefly before he offered a polite smile, his gaze drifting to the book she held in her hands. "I didn't expect to find someone else interested in contemporary literature," he remarked, his voice soft yet confident.

Y/N returned his smile, intrigued by his observation. "It's a refreshing change from the usual classics," she replied, her curiosity piqued. "What brings you to this section?"

"Stories that challenge conventional narratives have always captivated me," Jiwoong responded, his eyes meeting hers with genuine interest. "There's something captivating about exploring themes that resonate with our generation."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they delved deeper into their shared passion for literature, exchanging insights and recommendations with a sense of camaraderie that belied their brief acquaintance. As the final bell of the day rang, signaling the end of classes, Y/N and Jiwoong discovered they lived in the same direction, providing an opportunity for them to continue their conversation as they walked home together.

"So, aside from literature, what other subjects do you enjoy?" Y/N asked, her curiosity guiding their conversation.

"History has always fascinated me," Jiwoong replied, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "The intricacies of past civilizations and their impact on contemporary society never cease to amaze me. How about you?"

"I've always had a penchant for science," Y/N admitted, her eyes meeting his as they navigated the familiar path home. "There's something empowering about understanding the complexities of the world around us."

Later that evening, as Y/N recounted her day to her family, she found herself hesitating before revealing her newfound connection with Jiwoong. "He's quite insightful," she finally admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement.

Her little brother, sensing her reluctance, chimed in teasingly, "Sounds like someone has a crush!"

Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the truth in his words. "It's not like that," she protested, although her heart hinted otherwise.

Unable to contain her excitement, Y/N dialed her friends, eager to share the day's events. "You won't believe who I ran into at the library," she exclaimed, her voice animated as she recounted her unexpected encounter with Jiwoong. Amidst the chorus of questions and laughter from her friends, Y/N felt a sense of exhilaration, her heart fluttering with the promise of possibilities yet to be explored.

Fresh from the exhilaration of a rigorous cheer practice, Y/N slipped into the rhythmic familiarity of her barista role at the local coffee shop. As she adjusted her apron, her gaze drifted across the room and settled on a familiar face: Jiwoong. Their eyes met, and a subtle smile graced his lips. "Looks like you weren't kidding when you said you'd become a regular," Y/N remarked, her tone light yet genuine.

Jiwoong chuckled softly, his gaze meeting hers with a hint of amusement. "I tend to remember what I say," he replied, his voice carrying a note of sincerity that resonated with Y/N.

Without missing a beat, Y/N proceeded to prepare Jiwoong's preferred drink, recalling their previous conversation with a sense of anticipation. As she handed him the meticulously crafted beverage, their fingers briefly touched, sending a subtle yet palpable spark between them. "Your usual, a caramel macchiato," she remarked, her eyes meeting his as she awaited his response.

"Absolutely," Jiwoong affirmed, taking a sip and savoring the rich blend of flavors. "You have an impeccable memory."

As the evening unfolded, the coffee shop gradually emptied, leaving Y/N and Jiwoong in a realm of their own. Before long, their conversation drifted to the recent drama that had unfolded between Yeeun and Namgi. "Have you heard anything new about Yeeun and Namgi?" Jiwoong inquired, his eyes reflecting genuine concern.

Y/N hesitated momentarily before responding, "There's been some tension, but I'm hopeful they'll work things out." She shared a few details, providing Jiwoong with an update while navigating the delicate intricacies of their shared social circle.

As the final customers departed, Jiwoong lingered, his presence filling the space with a sense of possibility. "Mind if I accompany you?" he ventured, his eyes meeting hers with a hint of vulnerability.

Y/N nodded, her heart echoing his unspoken sentiments. "I'd like that," she replied, her voice tinged with anticipation.

Together, they ventured into the crisp night air, their conversation flowing effortlessly as they approached the bus stop. As they waited for the bus to arrive, Y/N and Jiwoong found solace in each other's presence. Their shared journey home marking the beginning of a newfound connection that promised to transcend the boundaries of their ordinary lives.

The sun cast a golden hue across the sprawling school field as the cheer squad assembled, anticipation humming in the air. Y/N's eyes scanned the familiar faces of her teammates, their expressions a mix of curiosity and intrigue. As she glanced towards the football team gathered nearby, her gaze settled on Jiwoong, his presence commanding yet approachable. The football coach stepped forward, his voice echoing across the field. "Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be training together from now on. The cheer squad will join our sessions, not only to practice outdoors but also to fuel our team with motivation."

As the joint training session commenced, Y/N and her teammates seamlessly integrated their routines with the football team's drills. The rhythmic cadence of cheers mingled with the grunts and shouts of athletes, creating a symphony of determination and unity. Amidst the flurry of activity, Y/N found herself crossing paths with Jiwoong during a brief break. Seizing the moment, Jiwoong approached her, his eyes meeting hers with a sense of earnestness. "It's interesting how our worlds have collided," he remarked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Y/N nodded, her eyes reflecting a shared understanding. "It's a unique opportunity for both teams to support each other," she replied, her voice steady yet warm. Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they exchanged insights about the collaborative training, their perspectives weaving together with a sense of camaraderie. As the whistle signaled the end of the break, they exchanged a fleeting glance, their connection palpable yet understated.

Jiwoong's departure was soon followed by the enthusiastic approach of Y/N's main friend group, their faces alight with excitement. "That was quite a conversation you had with Jiwoong," one of them remarked, her eyes dancing with curiosity.

Y/N smiled, her heart buoyed by their support. "It's a new experience for all of us," she replied, her voice filled with gratitude. Their conversation continued, punctuated by laughter and shared insights, before they dispersed to resume their respective practices. As Y/N rejoined her teammates, her thoughts lingered on her unexpected connection with Jiwoong, their shared journey unfolding amidst the backdrop of teamwork and determination.

Friday afternoon draped a wearied spell over the town, leaving Y/N and her younger brother, Taeho, drained from their day of leading a charity fundraiser. Feeling the weight of the day, Y/N suggested to her parents, "I think I'll head to the bookstore for a bit." Her parents exchanged knowing smiles, with her mother teasing, "Maybe you'll run into that young man again," referencing Jiwoong. Y/N responded with a playful smirk and set out toward the bookstore.

Upon entering the bookstore, Y/N gravitated toward her favorite section, soon finding herself engrossed in the titles before her. As she contemplated her next literary escape, a familiar face appeared beside her — Jiwoong. Both startled yet pleasantly surprised, they exchanged warm smiles. "Meeting you here seems almost like fate," Jiwoong quipped, his eyes reflecting genuine interest.

Y/N chuckled, the fatigue of the day momentarily overshadowed by intrigue. "It certainly feels like our love for books keeps leading us to the same places," she mused. "So, who are some of your favorite authors?"

Jiwoong's eyes brightened with enthusiasm. "The works of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway have deeply moved me. Their insights into the human condition have resonated with me. What about you?"

Y/N's face lit up, her passion evident. "I've long admired the storytelling of Jane Austen and Harper Lee. Their ability to craft interesting narratives while offering profound societal commentary has always captivated me," she shared, their conversation deepening as they explored shared literary interests.

As Y/N and Jiwoong delved into their discussion, ‌their shared love for literature was more than a passing coincidence. Their mutual respect, intellectual curiosity, and shared interests paved the way for a connection that promised to flourish as they navigated the intricate tapestry of books and ideas together, forging a bond rooted in understanding, appreciation, and shared passion.

In the midst of a bustling school event, Y/N and Jiwoong found a rare moment of quiet. Away from the noise and distractions, the two stood slightly apart from the crowd, enveloped in a peaceful lull. Jiwoong looked at Y/N, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking.

"You know," Jiwoong began, his voice softer than usual, "events like this always take me back to when I was younger. My family faced some tough times, and gatherings like this were rare but cherished. They taught me the value of community and sticking together."

Y/N's eyes met Jiwoong's, recognizing the vulnerability in his words. "I get that," she replied gently. "My family had its challenges too. It's events like this that remind me of where I come from and what's important."

The two shared a quiet understanding, realizing that amidst the noise and excitement of the event, they had found a moment to connect on a deeper level. This exchange of personal stories, though brief, allowed them to glimpse into each other's worlds, understanding the motivations and values that shaped their perspectives.

The day's classes concluded with an electrifying assembly in the school gym. The principal, microphone in hand, announced, "In celebration of the success of our event yesterday, there will be a carnival held at 7 pm at the local docks!" The hall erupted with cheers and excited chatter.

Y/N's close friends huddled around her, their faces beaming with anticipation. "Y/N, this is your chance! We see how close you're getting to Jiwoong," Eunbi teased. Chaewon chimed in, "Seriously, we've all noticed."

Y/N rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "You're reading too much into it," she dismissed, though her friends weren't convinced.

"We'll see," Areum winked as they all dispersed, preparing for the evening's excitement.

The carnival was in full swing as Y/N and her friends meandered through the vibrant stalls, each indulging in their favorite treats. As they settled on a bench to enjoy their ice creams, flavors ranging from vanilla to mint chocolate, their laughter and banter filled the air.

Making their way toward the towering ferris wheel, the group's anticipation grew palpable. Inside the cozy confines of their cart, Y/N updated her friends on the latest drama between Yeeun and Namgi. "You won't believe what Yeeun did this time," she began, her voice filled with exaggerated disbelief.

Her friend, Areum, leaned in, "Go on, spill the tea!"

Y/N continued recounting the latest escapades, eliciting gasps and giggles from her attentive audience. "And Namgi's reaction was priceless," she concluded, the group laughing in unison.

As they disembarked from the ferris wheel, Jiwoong & his friends approached. "Mind if we join you?" Jiwoong's voice was warm and inviting. Y/N's eyes met his, a hint of surprise, before she nodded. "Of course."

Venturing into the haunted house as a combined group, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Amidst the eerie surroundings and playful scares, Y/N found herself exchanging glances with Jiwoong, their connection deepening with each shared moment and inside joke.

Exiting the haunted house, Jiwoong's voice resonated with a playful tone, "Fancy a ride on the love carts?" Y/N's heart raced, the playful banter and shared moments paving the way for an evening filled with excitement, laughter, and unexpected connections.

As they settled into the intimate confines of the love carts, Y/N felt a rush of anticipation. Jiwoong took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto hers, revealing a vulnerability she hadn't seen before. "Y/N," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "I've been wanting to tell you something. I've developed feelings for you, feelings that I can't ignore any longer."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, the weight of Jiwoong's confession hanging in the air between them. "Jiwoong," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion, "I've been feeling the same way."

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. Slowly, Jiwoong reached up, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. She leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his. With a gentle tug, Jiwoong's fingers intertwined with her hair, drawing her closer.

The world around them faded as their lips met, a soft and tender connection that spoke volumes. It was like they had a shared longing for each other that they weren’t able to control. Wanting to go deeper, he put his tongue on her lips as a way of asking for permission to enter her mouth. With the consent given, their kiss was filled with warmth and understanding. Y/N's hand found its way to Jiwoong's cheek, caressing it softly as they deepened the kiss, exploring the newfound intimacy.

As their moment continued, a surge of emotion swept over them both. Jiwoong's other hand found its way to the small of Y/N's back, pulling her closer, sealing their connection. They were lost in the moment, a beautiful symphony of emotions, thoughts, and desires colliding in a single, unforgettable kiss.

In the digital age, news traveled faster than light, and whispers on social media platforms like Snapchat, Instagram, and X were the catalysts. By the morning, after the love carts incident, cryptic posts, and veiled references flooded timelines. Screenshots of Y/N and Jiwoong at the entrance of the love carts were plastered with speculative captions. The rumor mill was in full swing, yet the specifics remained shrouded in ambiguity.

Y/N's close circle noticed the online chatter almost immediately. "Y/N, have you seen what people are saying?" Areum, one of her closest friends, questioned, concern evident in her voice. "Are you okay?"

Y/N smirked, her eyes glinting mischievously. "I'm more than okay," she replied with a hint of excitement. "But the drama? It's like watching a movie unfold. I can't deny it's kind of exhilarating."

Areum sighed, shaking her head. "Only you would find joy in this chaos," she remarked, half-amused and half-worried about Y/N's penchant for drama. "But seriously, amidst all this excitement, remember to stay grounded. Not everything on social media reflects reality."

Y/N nodded but couldn't resist the allure of the drama. She grabbed her phone, typing a quick, cutting retort to a particularly nasty comment, showcasing her sharp wit and occasional mean streak. While she reveled in the drama, her friends knew this behavior was a double-edged sword.

As the day wore on, Y/N's internal conflict became more apparent. While she thrived amidst the chaos and drama, her friends could see the toll it sometimes took on her. They hoped that amidst the social media storm, Y/N would recognize the growth potential within her, understanding that true strength and confidence came from introspection and genuine connections, not just fleeting online validation.

Since the whirlwind of social media drama erupted, a tangible void enveloped Y/N's world. The familiar corners of their shared spaces — the coffee shop's cozy ambiance, the silent camaraderie in the school library, and even the hushed whispers among bookshelves at the local bookstore — felt hauntingly empty without Jiwoong's presence. While he continued his routine at school and displayed his prowess at football practice, it was as though an invisible barrier separated them from their previously shared moments, leaving Y/N grappling with a palpable silence.

Each passing day deepened the chasm of uncertainty, amplifying Y/N's inner turmoil. The absence of their usual interactions weighed heavily on her heart, casting shadows of doubt and longing. The pending football game added a layer of pressure, magnifying the stakes of their unresolved tension. With every practice session, every fleeting glance, the impending game loomed ominously, intensifying the need for clarity and reconciliation. Y/N's emotions churned, caught between hope and despair, as the uncertainty of their relationship and the looming football game intertwined, creating a complex web of emotions that demanded resolution.

The atmosphere in the stadium was electric, buzzing with anticipation as the two teams clashed on the field. Jiwoong, with his unmistakable agility and determination, navigated the gridiron with precision. His strategic moves and seamless coordination with teammates showcased his prowess, drawing roars of approval from the crowd and amplifying the team's momentum.

Meanwhile, on the sidelines, Y/N led her cheer squad with an unwavering focus. Every lift, toss, and formation executed with precision, echoing the team's dedication and spirit. Her sharp commands and synchronized routines spurred the crowd's energy, creating a dynamic interplay between the players on the field and the cheerleaders rallying support from the sidelines.

As the game intensified, the palpable tension between the two teams became evident. Each play, tackle, and interception was met with fervent determination, pushing both sides to their limits. The aggressive exchanges and heated confrontations on the field underscored the high stakes, fueling the crowd's excitement and fervor.

Seeking a brief respite from the mounting pressure, Y/N retreated to the bathroom, only to encounter a rival cheerleader from a competing school. "Looks like your squad's losing its touch," the rival cheerleader taunted, her voice dripping with condescension. 

Y/N squared her shoulders, meeting the rival's gaze defiantly. "Maybe focus on your own team instead of worrying about ours," she retorted sharply. 

The rival cheerleader scoffed, tossing her hair dismissively. "Just wait and watch," she shot back before storming out, leaving Y/N pondering the implications of their confrontation amidst the unfolding game.

Y/N had always possessed a remarkable resilience, a quality that allowed her to navigate the complexities of relationships with grace and poise. While the recent tension with Jiwoong weighed on her mind, she refused to let it overshadow her innate ability to rebound from challenges. Instead of dwelling on uncertainties, she embraced her strength, recognizing that her happiness wasn't solely tethered to the dynamics of one relationship.

Focusing her energy on cherished friendships, Y/N reveled in the joy and laughter shared with her closest companions. Their shared moments, filled with genuine laughter, heartfelt conversations, and unwavering support, served as a reminder of the profound connections that enriched her life. Embracing her carefree spirit, she cherished these moments, finding solace and happiness in their unwavering camaraderie.

Beyond her circle of friends, Y/N found contentment in the warmth and love of her family. Their shared memories, traditions, and unwavering support offered a sense of stability and comfort amidst life's uncertainties. Whether through shared meals, family gatherings, or quiet moments at home, she recognized the invaluable bond they shared, allowing her to find peace and contentment within their embrace.

As the days passed, Y/N's carefree nature shone brightly, guiding her through life's ebbs and flows. Embracing the love and support of friends and family, she reveled in the joy of the present moment, unburdened by past uncertainties. With a renewed sense of self-assurance and contentment, Y/N embraced the tranquility that enveloped her, confident in her ability to navigate whatever challenges lay ahead.

Throughout the past few weeks, Y/N had demonstrated an unwavering commitment to her academic pursuits, reflected in her exemplary grades and stellar exam results. Her dedication and diligence had not only propelled her academic standing but also paved the way for opportunities beyond her current educational path.

Midway through a particularly engaging class, a call from the principal's office interrupted the day's routine. With a mix of curiosity and anticipation, Y/N made her way to the principal's office, wondering what awaited her. 

"Please have a seat, Y/N," the principal began, her expression a mix of pride and seriousness. "Your academic performance has been nothing short of exceptional, and as a result, you have the opportunity to graduate early."

Taken aback by the unexpected news, Y/N weighed her options carefully. While the prospect of early graduation presented a unique opportunity for her future, it also meant bidding farewell to cherished activities and roles, including her position on the cheer squad. With a deep breath, she accepted the offer, recognizing the potential benefits that lay ahead.

As cheer practice commenced later that day, Y/N gathered her teammates, her voice steady yet tinged with emotion. "I've been presented with an opportunity to graduate early," she began, pausing to gauge their reactions. "This means I'll be stepping down from the cheer squad."

Amidst a chorus of surprised expressions and murmurs of disappointment, Y/N turned to one of her closest friends which was Eunbi. "I believe in you," she said, passing on the mantle of cheerleading captaincy. "You'll make an incredible captain."

Though saddened by the news, Y/N's friends rallied around her, offering words of support and encouragement as they navigated the bittersweet reality of her impending departure.

As Y/N wandered through the spacious rooms of the city's renowned art gallery on a leisurely weekend afternoon, she never anticipated the surprise that awaited her. Turning a corner, her eyes immediately laid on Jiwoong, amidst the vibrant canvases and sculptures that adorned the walls and alcoves. The unexpected encounter filled the air with a mix of surprise and nostalgia, their paths crossing in a setting neither frequented often.

"Wow, I didn't expect to see you here," Y/N remarked, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

Jiwoong smiled, his eyes reflecting a genuine interest. "I've always had a passion for art and culture," he replied. "It's a great way to unwind and gain inspiration."

As they exchanged casual conversation about their current activities, Y/N mentioned that her family had decided to visit the art gallery for the weekend, exploring the diverse collection and engaging in lively discussions about the various pieces. In contrast, Jiwoong shared his perspective on art, highlighting his appreciation for the intricate details, diverse styles, and profound messages conveyed through each artwork.

Amidst the captivating artwork and ambient surroundings, their unplanned meeting began to stir old feelings and memories, reigniting a connection that had faded over time. The serene atmosphere of the art gallery provided a tranquil backdrop for them to reconnect, reflecting on experiences, shared moments, and unresolved issues that lingered between them.

As the conversation flowed and emotions surfaced, Y/N felt a wave of old feelings resurface, prompting her to seize the opportunity to address unresolved issues and reconnect with Jiwoong. The unexpected encounter offered a chance to rediscover common ground, explore renewed perspectives, and potentially embark on a journey to rebuild their relationship with honesty, understanding, and openness.

Since her unexpected encounter with Jiwoong at the art gallery, Y/N found herself captivated by a newfound passion for art. The vibrant colors, intricate details, and emotive expressions displayed in each piece resonated deeply with her, inspiring a renewed sense of creativity and curiosity. The diverse styles and profound messages conveyed through the artworks ignited a spark within Y/N, encouraging her to explore her artistic side and embrace the transformative power of expression.

Embracing her newfound love for art, Y/N began to channel her creativity into her daily life, starting with her old school books. Instead of simply jotting down notes and completing assignments, she transformed the pages into a canvas of her imagination, sketching intricate designs, experimenting with various techniques, and capturing moments of inspiration that flowed from her experiences and emotions. With each stroke of her pencil and splash of color, Y/N felt a sense of liberation and joy, immersing herself in the creative process and allowing her inner artist to flourish.

As Y/N continued to explore her artistic talents, she dedicated herself to refining her skills and expressing her unique perspective through her drawings. With unwavering determination and passion, she poured her heart and soul into each artwork, embracing the journey of self-discovery and personal growth that unfolded on the pages of her old school books. With each completed drawing, Y/N felt a profound sense of accomplishment and fulfillment, recognizing the transformative impact of art on her life and embracing the endless possibilities that awaited her on her creative journey.

As time passed and circumstances changed, Y/N began to recognize the invaluable role that friendship played in her life. Despite the distance that separated her from her school friends, their bond remained unbreakable, serving as a constant source of support, understanding, and joy. The memories they shared, the laughter they enjoyed, and the challenges they overcame together highlighted the significance of friendship in shaping her identity, fostering personal growth, and cultivating meaningful connections. Despite the physical distance, Y/N cherished the bond she shared with her friends, recognizing the profound impact they had on her life and the enduring value of their friendship.

Furthermore, Y/N's interactions with Jiwoong further emphasized the importance of friendship in her life. As they navigated their renewed connection, addressed unresolved issues, and explored shared interests, Y/N appreciated the supportive and understanding nature of their relationship. Jiwoong's presence, encouragement, and willingness to communicate openly and honestly reinforced the significance of friendship in fostering trust, mutual respect, and emotional intimacy. Through their interactions, Y/N recognized the transformative power of friendship in building strong, meaningful relationships, navigating challenges, and embracing the joys of companionship.

Y/N was busy behind the counter of the bustling café, expertly crafting lattes, cappuccinos, and espressos with precision and care. The aromatic scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, blending seamlessly with the soft hum of conversations and clinking of cups, creating a welcoming ambiance for customers seeking a momentary escape from their daily routines.

As the afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the café windows, Y/N's eyes lit up with delight as her three close female friends entered the establishment, their faces beaming with excitement and anticipation. "Y/N!" exclaimed Chaewon, waving enthusiastically. "It's so good to see you!" chimed in Eunbi, as the trio exchanged warm greetings and laughter. After a brief exchange of hellos and hugs, they proceeded to place their orders, eagerly anticipating their favorite beverages.

Nestled in a cozy corner of the café, the trio settled into plush armchairs and comfortable sofas, enveloped by the inviting atmosphere of the establishment. The soft lighting, soothing background music, and aromatic scent of freshly brewed coffee created a tranquil ambiance, encouraging the group to relax, unwind, and immerse themselves in the comforting embrace of their surroundings. As they exchanged stories, reminisced about shared memories, and laughed at inside jokes, the café transformed into a sanctuary of joy, laughter, and camaraderie.

With a tray laden with delicious beverages in hand, Y/N approached the trio with a smile, distributing their orders with care and precision. "Join us, Y/N," Areum suggested, patting the empty seat beside her. Gratefully accepting the invitation, Y/N settled into the chair, embracing the warmth and familiarity of the company of her friends.

Engulfed in conversation, laughter, and shared memories, the trio reveled in the joyous reunion, catching up on recent events, sharing stories, and cherishing the precious moments spent together. As the hours passed, the café echoed with their laughter, chatter, and camaraderie, serving as a testament to the enduring bond and cherished memories that united them. Amidst the comforting ambiance of the café and the company of cherished friends, Y/N relished the joy, happiness, and contentment that blossomed within her, savoring the moments of connection, camaraderie, and cherished memories that defined their friendship.

As the afternoon winds down, the Y/N's phone lights up with a familiar name: Jiwoong. "Hey," Jiwoong's voice comes through, slightly hesitant but warm. "Would you be up for a meeting at the park?" A smile breaks across her face. "Absolutely," she responds, excitement bubbling within her. With a nod to her parents, she quickly shares the news of her upcoming rendezvous with Jiwoong.

The doorbell chimes, signaling Jiwoong's arrival. He and her parents exchange warm greetings. She joins Jiwoong outside, feeling a rush of anticipation as they make their way to the local park, a serene haven in the heart of the city. The ambiance is soothing, with the gentle rustle of leaves and distant chirping of birds providing beautiful sounds to their ears.

As they stroll along the winding paths, the atmosphere between them is comfortable, yet charged with an undercurrent of unspoken emotions. "It's been a while since we've had a chance to just talk," Jiwoong starts, breaking the silence. "Yeah," she agrees. "Life has been pretty hectic." Their conversation flows naturally, touching on shared memories, aspirations, and the complexities of their current situations. They laugh at old jokes, share insights about recent experiences, and even delve into deeper topics, revealing vulnerabilities and strengths.

After a while, Jiwoong reaches into his bag, pulling out a variety of snacks. "Hungry?" he asks, extending the offerings towards her. "Always," she replies with a grin, selecting a treat. They find a secluded bench, settling down amidst the tranquil surroundings. Their conversation continues, with moments of reflection, understanding, and genuine connection.

As the afternoon progresses, the two of them lose themselves in the conversation, appreciating the opportunity to reconnect. With their surroundings, they become immersed in the beauty of the park, their bond strengthened, and the promise of more meaningful interactions on the horizon.

The hum of the coffee machine fills the air as the Y/N expertly crafts a latte, her focus sharp amidst a bustling shift. The familiar chime of the café door interrupts her concentration, and she glances up to see her main friend group entering the establishment. Among them is Jiwoong, accompanied by three other members of his friend group, their presence adding a sense of intrigue to the setting.

As the two groups converge, the atmosphere becomes a blend of excitement and curiosity. She feels a mix of emotions as she navigates this unexpected merging of social circles, her eyes meeting Jiwoong's with a hint of warmth and familiarity. "Looks like we've got a full house today," Eunbi observes, breaking the initial tension and setting a playful tone for the gathering.

Engaging with both her friends and Jiwoong's group, the girl facilitates introductions and encourages conversation, eager to bridge the gap between the two worlds. The presence of Jiwoong and his friends adds a layer of excitement and possibility, hinting at shared experiences and connections yet to be explored. Throughout the visit, the conversation flows naturally as relationships evolve and new dynamics form among the group.

The weekend had finally arrived, and it seemed like a perfect time for the entire friend group to come together. Lately, they had been growing closer, finding more reasons to hang out and share moments of laughter and camaraderie. Today was no exception, as plans were set for a day at the beach. 

The sun gleamed overhead as the Y/N's family car rolled down the coastal highway, the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore growing louder with each passing mile. Excitement bubbled within her, knowing she would soon be surrounded by friends, feeling the sun on her skin, and hearing the distant calls of seagulls.

Upon arriving at the beach, the sight of her friends instantly lifted her spirits. The group wasted no time diving into the refreshing ocean waters, their laughter echoing amidst the waves. Amidst the playful splashing and floating, Y/N found herself beside Jiwoong, the two momentarily separated from the rest. 

"Hey," Jiwoong began, his voice gentle amidst the ocean's roar, "It's been great being here with everyone, hasn't it?" 

She nodded, smiling, "Absolutely. It feels like we're creating memories that will last a lifetime."

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, a few members of the group decided to return to the shore, setting up a makeshift beach volleyball court. Yet, Y/N, Jiwoong, and a couple of others remained, floating lazily in the water, the ocean's ebb and flow carrying their conversations.

Suddenly, Jiwoong's eyes twinkled with mischief. "How about we build a sandcastle?" he suggested, pointing to a spot on the shore where the sand looked perfect for their creative endeavor. 

With a playful grin, she replied, "Challenge accepted." 

The two made their way back to the sandy shores, their hands brushing against each other as they gathered wet sand, crafting intricate towers and moats. Amidst the building, their conversations flowed effortlessly, diving into dreams, aspirations, and cherished memories. 

As the day began to wane, casting a golden hue across the horizon, the group gathered around their masterpiece, a sandcastle that stood as a testament to their bond. Laughter echoed, memories were captured, and amidst the simplicity of a day at the beach, friendships deepened, and moments became memories to cherish.

Amidst the familiar hum of the coffee machine and the soft chatter of customers, the Y/N diligently worked her shift at the bustling café. As she wiped down the counter, Eunbi stepped in, the doorbell chiming above her. With a hint of weariness in her eyes, Eunbi approached the girl. "Hey, can we talk? I need some advice," she said, taking a seat.

Recognizing the weight behind Eunbi's words, she quickly joined her friend, offering a comforting smile. "Of course, Eunbi. What's been bothering you?" she inquired, sensing the underlying tension in Eunbi's demeanor.

Eunbi exhaled deeply, her fingers tracing patterns on the wooden table. "Being the cheer captain has been more challenging than I imagined," she began, her voice quivering slightly. "Managing all the dramas within the squad, handling responsibilities—it's been overwhelming. I'm losing my confidence."

Listening intently, Y/N reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her friend. "Eunbi, you've always been resilient and strong. Remember, every leader faces challenges," she affirmed, looking directly into Eunbi's eyes. "You're not alone in this, and I believe in you. We can work through this together."

Tears glistened in Eunbi's eyes as she smiled gratefully, feeling the weight on her shoulders lighten slightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Y/N squeezed her hand gently, affirming their bond. "Always," she replied, "Forever."

The local library, with its high ceilings and rows of wooden shelves filled with books, had become a frequent haunt for Y/N ever since she graduated early. The space offered solace, allowing her to escape into different worlds through the pages of countless novels.

As she reached out to grab a book from a top shelf, her fingers accidentally brushed against another's. Looking up, she found herself face-to-face with Jiwoong. "Seems like we've got our eyes on the same book," he remarked, offering her the book with a playful smirk.

She chuckled softly, feeling a brief but palpable connection. "You beat me to it," she replied, their fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary, a spark of recognition passing between them.

Returning to her chosen reading nook, she lost herself in the narrative of her novel. However, she couldn't help but notice Jiwoong a few rows away, engrossed in the exact same book. Their eyes met across the library, and for a fleeting moment, the world around them seemed to blur, leaving only the two of them connected by a shared interest.

Jiwoong approached her with a grin, holding up another copy of the book. "Looks like we have similar tastes," he quipped, his eyes meeting hers with a hint of curiosity and intrigue. She laughed softly, realizing the serendipity of their encounter. "Well, seems like it," she replied, the shared moment leaving an indelible mark on her heart.

Y/N's phone buzzed on the coffee table, displaying Eunbi's name. "Hey, you up for a day in the city with everyone?" Eunbi's voice echoed through the speaker. 

"Absolutely," Y/N replied with enthusiasm.

Soon after, a familiar van pulled up outside her home, its doors sliding open to reveal the faces of Eunbi, Chaewon, Areum, Jiwoong, and three other friends from their group. "Ready for an adventure?" Jiwoong greeted her with a smile as she hopped in.

"Always," Y/N grinned, finding a seat beside Jiwoong. The van roared to life, carrying them towards the bustling heart of the city.

Their first stop was a cultural attraction, an immersive experience that celebrated their heritage. Walking amidst intricate displays and vibrant performances, Jiwoong leaned closer to Y/N, whispering, "This reminds me of our roots, the stories that shaped us."

Y/N nodded in agreement, her eyes reflecting the cultural pride around them. "It's a beautiful reminder of where we come from."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the city transformed into a hub of nightlife excitement. The group found themselves navigating neon-lit streets, sampling street food, and dancing to the rhythm of live music. Amidst the laughter and camaraderie, Jiwoong's hand brushed against Y/N's, their fingers entwining for a fleeting moment that spoke volumes.

As the night progressed, Jiwoong suggested they visit a renowned museum nearby. The ambiance shifted from the vibrant streets to the tranquil halls of history. Walking side by side, Y/N and Jiwoong explored ancient artifacts and whispered stories of bygone eras.

Finding a secluded corner, away from the prying eyes of their friends, Jiwoong took a deep breath, "Y/N, amidst all this history, I've been reflecting on our journey the moments we've shared."

Y/N's heart raced, realizing the depth of Jiwoong's sentiments. "I've felt it too, Jiwoong," she responded softly. "Our connection, the memories we've created together."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, every word echoing with shared experiences and unspoken emotions. As they stood surrounded by history, Jiwoong's hand gently cupped Y/N's face, drawing her close. Their lips met in a tender kiss, a testament to their journey and the promise of a shared future.

note : THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING SOMETHING THIS LONG so uhm if i could get tips of how to make my writing better for the future please dm!

[parasiticwhumpee]

Landed On His Feet

(Chapter 1)

CW: Minor whumpee, creepy adult whumper, kidnapping, mentions of blood

Ollie was lying peacefully in his bed, covered in piles of stuffed animals and cozy blankets, as if they would protect him from the monsters in the dark. Sure, they always protected him from the “monsters” that would stare at him from the closet, the ones covered in fur, razor-sharp claws, and blood red eyes. But there wasn’t much a blanket and a few ratty, old stuffies could do against a real monster.

Ollie shifted around for a few minutes before sitting up in his bed. He couldn’t sleep. Something was eating away in the back of his mind. The boy slowly climbed out of bed, wrapping one of his fluffier blankets around his shoulders and keeping his favourite stuffed cat in his arms. The worn-down fabric of the kitten scratched his arm just like it did when he first got it on his 6th birthday. The nostalgic feeling of Mr. Shruffle always made him feel like a little kid again, even if he wasn’t that old at all. The blue blanket dragged behind Ollie all the way down the hall and to the kitchen. He slowed down his pace as he passed by his parent’s room, he didn’t want to wake them up, dad would get angry. Once he got to the kitchen, he flicked on the light-switch and waited for the delayed buzz of electricity.

Ollie and his kitty walked to the fridge. The creaking of the door made him flinch back, only made worse by the light blast of cold air on his body. The boy glanced around the shelves for something to quench his current thirst. His unoccupied arm reached deeper into the cold abyss of the refrigerator and grabbed a cold bottle of milk. Ollie had to place his stuffed kitten on a nearby counter to open the container. Once he felt the crack of the seal breaking, Ollie immediately picked the black cat back into his arms. Then, he heard it. Right as he brought the milky beverage to his lips.

A loud crash from across the house. The sudden bang caused Ollie to drop everything in his arms. The white liquid mixing into the toys black fur as they both tumble to the linoleum floor. Ollie quickly picked up his cat and hugged it close to his chest. The milk soaking into his own black onesie until he felt the cold milk against his skin. The boy walked through the puddle on the floor, soaking his socks in the process, but it didn’t matter to him. His parents were asleep, right? Even if they weren’t, what could they have done to make that noise? Ollie tensed up and listened carefully for any other sounds coming from that part of the house.

He heard footsteps, barely audible footsteps, making their way from room to room, opening and closing doors. That made Ollie think it was probably one of his parents. He let out a sigh to try and calm his overreacting mind. He then looked down at his wet socks and the connecting puddle of milk. As Ollie went to grab a towel from across the counter he heard the footsteps coming closer to the kitchen. He shivered at the thought of his mom lecturing him for being up this late. Her lectures always lasted way too long. Ollie wouldn’t be surprised if this time it lasted all the way till morning. The boy hugged his kitten and prepared to face his mother when he realized something…those footsteps weren’t hers. They were heavier, but not heavy enough to be his father’s.

The thumping of boots got closer and closer but Ollie stayed facing away from the doorway. He didn’t want to see who it was, he didn’t want to see what it was. The longer he faced the spilled milk on the floor, the longer he could imagine it was his mom. It probably was his mom, right? Maybe Ollie’s sleep deprived brain was making him over analyze the sounds. Then the thumping stopped. Right at the kitchen’s doorframe. Ollie hugged his kitten tighter until it felt like the poor stuffy would pop.

“Well aren’t you a small thing..?” A gruff voice whispered from the hall.

Ollie’s breath got lodged in his throat until only a small whimper could escape. His brain told him to run, to scream, to atleast turn around and face the intruder, but his body stood still. His muscles were tense and shaking but the only movement he could make was another squeeze to his toy.

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you it’s rude to ignore people? Or are you deaf?” The voice was closer this time, so were the footsteps. Each thud was agonizingly slow, as if each step was purposefully made to cause the knot in Ollie’s stomach to get bigger and tighter.

Ollie’s knees buckled and he dropped to the floor like a ton of bricks. He curls in on himself with his cat against his chest and his forehead to his knees. His anxiety ridden brain couldn’t even focus on staying on his feet as everything around him started to crack. So much fear in his little head that he couldn’t stand, or breathe, or think, or feel or-

“Oh come on buddy…what’s wrong?” The deep voice chuckled from above Ollie. The sound grated against Ollie’s ear like gravel against his pale skin.

Ollie then felt rough hands place themselves under his armpits and grabbed him tightly. Before Ollie was even able to make a noise of disapproval, he was slowly lifted up off the wet floor. His fuzzy-sock-covered feet dangled above the white puddle. With how much he was shaking in fear, a few droplets made their way to join the milky mass below. Ollie dangled like wet cat from his armpits and the man gave him a few shakes.

“Hello? Damn, are you broken or something?” The mans shaking become more and more violent and he repeatedly brought Ollie back and forth, and up and down. After a few seconds of getting wiggled around, Ollie let out a quiet whimper, which slowly turned into a high pitched whining. He clutched his kitten even tighter to his chest and buried his head in the raggedy fur. The man quickly propped Ollie onto the counter. He ran a hand through his hair and pinched his cheek. However this didn’t calm the younger boy down, in fact, it turned his whine even more high pitched. The older man was sure that glass was breaking in the cupboards and dogs were barking in the streets.

“Come on kid! I’m sure you know how to talk. Quit making that mosquito sound and talk, Ollie!”

Ollie’s head snaps open and his eyes go wide. He- He knew his name? This stranger knew his name? Ollie’s body started to shiver like it was frozen as fear wracked every inch of his body, from his still soaked feet to the hair standing straight on the back of his neck.

“Y-you know…?” Ollie whispered with a shaky voice. “So that finally got the cat off your tongue?” The man practically snorted in laughter at the younger’s shock.

“I figured Wallace’s kid was stupid since, y’know, genetics, but this is fucking adorable!” The elder squished Ollie’s cheek a few more times for fun before finally stepping away.

The little boy tucked his knees to his chest to get more distance from the older man. His frozen demeanour was slowly replaced by a shaky body. As if the block of ice he was trapped in was now starting to thaw, leaving his exposed skin to feel the repercussions. With Ollie’s fight-or-flight (or freeze in his case) response finally taking enough of a backseat for him to take in the mans appearance. The first thing he noticed was the elders size. Obviously he was massive compared to the child, but he was also sizeable in general. Even with Ollie sitting on the counter he had to crane his neck to see the mans face. He looked…disheveled. A scruffy beard littered his face, blending in with his short, unkept haircut. Most of the hair perfectly matched the brown colour of his eyes, the only exceptions being the grey streaks that joined the tangles in swirls. His tan skin was often interrupted by pale scars that cut across his entire body in jagged lines.

Hesitantly, Ollie dragged his finger over a raised bit of pink skin. Slowly inching his index up and down the bump of flesh. The only response from the man was a raised brow and a huff. Ollie gave the scar a small pinch, curious about how the colour didn’t redden even when twisted and turned. He didn’t have any scars himself. He never had many opportunities to get them, spending life sheltered did that to you, but how is it possible that someone had this many. So many chances to break skin, exposing blood and flesh, deep enough to create lasting marks. Ollie didn’t want the pain that came with scars, but he couldn’t help but stay curious.

After a while the man turned sick of the silence. He snatched Ollie by the wrist with one hand and grabbed Mr. Shruffle with the other.

“Alright, enough dozing off.” He pulled Ollie off the counter. “Where does your old man keep the duct tape? I left my roll in the car.” Ollie went back to shaking. The implication was clear and he wanted nothing to do with it, but alas, he couldn’t stop his eyes from glancing at the cupboard it was kept in. The older man snickered to himself and followed the boys gaze. He walked over and opened the wooden door, seeing exactly what he wanted.

“Thanks for the help, now hold still.” He said as he grabbed onto Ollie’s jaw, holding him still. He didn’t let the kid react before he started layering tape over his mouth. One, two, three, four whole rounds went all around his head, sticking to his ears and hair on the way. Ollie tried to pull away when the man went for his hands, but that just earned him a smack on the head. “Watch it.” Was all the man grumbled. He added four matching rounds around his wrists before he considered the boy secure.

He crouched down to make eye contact with the shorter, tilting his jaw to force it. “Now listen to me carefully. We are going to quietly walk out of the house. I expect no funny business, understood?” He waited for Ollie to nod before continuing. “You are going to stay by my side the entire time, if I think for a second that you’re going to run, I kill you on the spot, understood?” He waited for another nod. This one was shakier and less certain, but the man seemed to accept it. He guided Ollie by the shoulder, still keeping the cat in his other hand. They slowly stepped past the puddle of milk, through the living room, before Ollie stopped at the front door.

He heard something. Something quiet that he wouldn’t have heard if it wasn’t for the silence between him and the man. He craned his head back at to look at the staircase. A dark liquid was dripping off the top step, through the banister. When Ollie followed the drops, they landed in a small puddle on the wooden flooring. The pale wood was a contrast to the near crimson colour, making it pop like paint on snow. Before Ollie could fully register the colour and viscosity of the mystery fluid, he was pushed forward out the door. “My parents should clean that up in the morning.” He thought to himself as they left the house.

The man looked around to make sure there was no one on the street before shoving Ollie to the old pick up truck parked across the street. The boy was nearly tripping over his feet at the pace he was forced to walk at. The passenger door was opened and Ollie was quickly picked up and thrown onto the seat, Shruffle being tossed in his lap shortly after. The door was slammed shut and the man reappeared on the other side of the car. Ollie was still disoriented from the throw when the car started moving. He shifted in his seat and hugged his plush best he could with his restrained arms. He just wanted to go back home, with his parents and his stuffed animals. He wanted to wake up and realize this was just a scary dream.

Ollie was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a deep chuckle in the seat beside him. He hesitantly looked over, his eyes filling with tears as the situation set in.

“Oh come on, don’t look so down.” He said with a sick grin. “You should be happy. You’re finally coming home, Ollie.”

[writersmorgue]

Febuwhump Day 25 - Waterboarding

TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 649

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The metal door creaks open, the light shifting behind Izuku’s blindfold. 

He jerks his hands, chains clinking together, and waits for the rustling in front of him to stop. 

He’s incredibly dizzy, having been deprived of food and water for the duration of his… stay. 

“Deku, we brought you a present.” His captor sings, throwing something to the floor in front of him. 

He’s hesitant to reach out, though something tells him it’s not a taser pole like last time. 

The lump in front of him shifts, whimpering airily when it’s kicked. 

“Get up, bitch, sport here is gonna give us some real answers now.”

Izuku’s blindfold is pulled off, and he squints at the light, trying to make out the form in front of him. 

It’s a person, male, medium build. He has a potato sack over his head, but he seems to have tan skin and black hair. 

They’d want someone I know. I haven’t been giving them information about OFA and they’re desperate. 

“Say hello, Deku.”

The brown sack is removed, and the man in front of him sucks in a breath. 

He’s mousier than Izuku was expecting, with pale orange eyes and dark freckles. His black curls stick with sweat around his neck and forehead. 

Before Izuku can even blink, the villain grabs the back of Hisashi’s head and thrusts him forward. His face is pressed into a bucket of water. 

Bubbles pop up at the surface, and he can hear Hisashi choking on the sudden mouthfuls of water. 

The villain pulls his head back up after a moment, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face. “You ready to talk now, hero?”

“...Hisashi?” Izuku says aloud, tilting his head. 

The villain sputters at the reaction, letting Hisashi slump to the floor, “Oi, idiot,” He shouts to the doorway. 

A second man pops out from around the corner, blood smeared on his face, “Yeah?”

“You said this was his dad.”

Villain #2 frowns, “It is. DNA matched.”

Hisashi gulps, looking everywhere but at Izuku. “We… haven’t seen each other in a while.” 

Suddenly Izuku is furious. 

“Are you kidding me?!” He shouts, hunger and thirst forgotten, “You found out I was quirkless and left us with nothing. Now I see you for the first time in twenty years as a bartering chip?” He scoffs, gesturing to the water, “I don’t care.”

The villain’s eyes narrow, and he shoves Hisashi back down before the guy can retaliate, “You’re bluffing.”

Izuku rolls his eyes, not bothering to look down at the pathetic soggy mess that is his biological father. 

“He’s not worth the information you want,” Izuku admits.

The villain guffaws, “Oh? Number one hero Deku would let a civilian die at his own hands? What kind of a pro are you-”

“First of all, he’s a class E villain. Second, you’re killing him, not me. If I could get out of here I would’ve already, and you are not getting this information under any circumstances.” 

“E Class?” He repeats, disbelieving. 

Izuku nods, “Child abuse, neglect, refusal to pay child support. E Class.”

The villain looks down distastefully, clicking his tongue, “He’s still your dad.”

“He means as much to me as you do.” Izuku rolls his eyes, I don’t even know how you found him. I thought he tried to cut all ties to us.”

Hisashi’s shoulders hitch as he begins inhaling the water, unable to escape. 

The villain hauls him up, shaking him to wake him up, “Pathetic piece of shit, you can’t even be useful when I need you, huh?”

Pathetic piece of shit. You’re no son of mine.

Izuku tilts his head, assessing his father’s features. 

Nothing there reminds him of a happy childhood or good memories. It’s just pain and terror reflected in Hisashi’s eyes, it always has been. 

“No please,” Izuku sits back, resting his head against the wall, “He’s all yours.”

[f3mcelbambi]

story time: is anam in love with me?

so for context i was supposed to spend the next few months off all electronic devices so i can focus on myself. this included texting. i told anam that on sunday night and she seemed okay with it. but it didn’t last long

so on monday when this started, i was walking to the gym and i see that i had a missed call from anam. i was confused and kinda scared because anam never calls me. i call her back and at first she just didn’t speak even after i said hello? then she said in a very quiet voice that she would EMAIL (???) me and then she ended the call. very ominous

i check my emails and i see this..

and i’m like bro it’s not even been 12 HOURS how has chaos already started wtf???

we sorted out the issue but inevitably we just went back to texting and i had to retell her that we shouldn’t be doing this and that i’m not supposed to be on my phone.. and she just kinda ignored it. she texted me something random and i didn’t reply for the rest of the day. i also told her that she can only email me if there is an emergency

so on tuesday she emailed me again about her dad and it turns out that it’s not that he can read her messages but he can see her search history and i sent her something with my name in it and yeah. again she went astray and started emailing me casually and i didn’t respond. however she just randomly asked if i was going to the gym today and i said yeah and i told her when i was going. she was like that’s fine and i was like huh, wdym that’s fine? why would it not be fine if i was going to the gym

so i was at the gym doing my thing and i was looking at the monitor on the treadmill and in the reflection i could see her a girl with her back turned to me on another treadmill. and i was like she looks familiar.. i turn around and it’s ANAM??? she never told me that she wanted to go to the gym with me. so did she plan going to the gym at the same time as me??? anyways i was panicking because this is probably the second time ever that i’ve seen anam out of school and the only time i’ve seen her by herself. i was sweaty and gross and was extremely self conscious. i pretended not to see her so i carried on

when i finished my workout i saw in the corner of my eye that she was sat down waiting for me to finish.. then she started walking up to me. IMMEDIATELY i speedwalked out of the gym and went straight to the bathroom. then i started screaming and wiping the sweat off my face but not before long anam opens the bathroom door and she’s all hot and red and flushed and flustered. and she was so shy looking at the floor like “hi 😌” and i had to pretend like i wasn’t purposely avoiding her and i had to act all surprised like i had just seen her for the first time. she was really shy and awkward when we first met.

eventually we went to sit down and i remember i sat opposite girl at first and then she suggested i sit next to her. so i did, but still kept some distance. after a lot of cute small talk she told me that eliza wanted to hang out with her. idk if i’ve mentioned but eliza is extremely jealous of me. anam told eliza that she was with me and she was like oh! but she still agreed that i could come. then as we were waiting for eliza, anam got sly and moved to sit really close to me. and i was like ahahahahashahshshshshsjfkwmfnkekfnremkf but before anything could happen, eliza arrived

what happened with eliza was boring but my favourite part was making her jealous of purpose by making anam wear my coat and hold my stuff, then eliza ripped it out of anams hands and took my coat AND HER STUFF then held all of it. then me and anam were just behind her laughing

on wendesday i was just chilling but then got the sudden urge to check messages.. and i caved. and anam sent me a message “i already miss you” AND I WAS AWWWWING FOR THE WHOLE DAY. like my baby misses me my baby my baby. she also sent me a thirst trap which.. girl i was ready to fold right there and then.

on thursday anam emails me saying “emergency.” with absolutely not context. i saw that email an hour later and i started freaking out so i spam emailed her and spam called her but it wouldn’t ring it would just say “user busy” and i genuinely thought she died. then she emailed me 5 minutes later saying “oh hi it wasn’t an emergency i just miss you sorry” at first i was furious because i was genuinely terrified but then my heart melted and realised how cute that was

then she called me.. and we facetimed. and it was the cutest thing ever. she got a new haircut and she is such a shy girl i had to beg her to show her face. and when she did (after like half an hour) she was as red as a tomato and she had the cutest smile on her face.

then she brought up the fact that she sent me something on messages. and i realised that she was talking about the thirst trap. but to her, i haven’t checked my messages, so i had to play dumb. AND THEN SHE SCREENSHARED AND MADE ME LIVE REACT TO THE THIRST TRAP. and then it got very sensual very quickly. she tried being dominating but i made her fold so quickly. anyways 😊

then she decided she wanted to study at like 11pm and i was just watching her and she is honestly the most beautiful girl ever i was just staring at her until i fell asleep on facetime

FRIDAY MY FAVOURITE DAY HEHEH this is where i was convinced that she fell in love with me. so in the early part of the day, we were talking about how i was watching her study on face time the night before. she was calling me adorable and cute and stuff. she kept telling me she missed me so i suggested we facetime again later that night. but i guess she couldn’t wait. she kept emailing me telling me to reply faster (she’d do this if i didn’t reply back within 2 minutes) and i called her out for being needy and she got really shy about it. and called me hot. for saying that. anywaysss we were flirting yada yada yada you know the vibes. i played roblox with her sister and then she emailed me this..

and i was furious. i immediately left the game and ended the call and such she started spam emailing me telling me she’s sad. i made her write a formal 100 word apology and she delivered. i gave it 7/10 and continued playing with her sister. after she went to sleep me and anam facetimed again and as you would assume, i watched her study again but i didn’t fall asleep. i watched her until she finished. she ended the call but it didn’t stop there

AND SHE DID THE SAME THING TOO. whenever she’d look at me she would be all smiley and her eyes would smile too. this is the point where i thought she had fallen in love with me too. she kept telling me that i’m special because she never facetimes people or calls them. telling me that she never thought people noticed her like that. and assured to her she’s the most beautiful thing i’d ever laid my eyes on.

on saturday she was being hella needy and petty. she told me she wanted to me watch this movie about two gay people and i was like oh okay so. then she yelled at me saying that i should watch it without her. which means she wanted to watch it together. cutie. then i toyed with her and pretended like i had already started watching. then she started being dramatic saying that i might as well have just stabbed her and then she told me she was gonna ignore me. she ignored me for 3 minutes. her dad also knows about the fact that she’s always on the phone with me. her dad was like “is this who you’re always on the phone with” and she was like no…

after a bit we were talking about music and she asked if i had any songs that i dedicated to her and she dedicated a song to me (flawless - the neighbourhood). however i couldn’t tell her because if i do, i’d spoil to present i wanted to give her during the summer. i’ll link it here. so then she got hella petty and said she was gonna ignore me again. she ignored me for 11 minutes. SHES SO FUNNY.

this is where it gets a bit rough because anam was talking to other people and trying to make me jealous and i started crying for hours. she called me a whore as a joke and uh

then it got a bit deep because she realised that it’s unhealthy for me to do that but we moved past it. she went straight back to trying to make me jealous and i cried again.

i got very jealous and convinced her to get us a virtual pet to take care of so we can have something together. because her and eliza have matching phone cases, and her other friend laiba have matching home AND lock screens.

then she kinda stopped emailing (she was studying the whole time) and i started getting needy so i called her. she didn’t answer. then i started crying again. she asked why i called her then didn’t answer again i continued to cry. i told her i missed her and wanted her attention. she told me she missed me too but called me needy and a drama queen, as a joke.

she told me that she wanted to start focusing on studying so she will have to text less which upset me initially but i forgot about it because then we called and i helped her with maths

then i got the “u up?” email (LMAO) and she was calling me mommy and telling me she that she loves me and heheheheh

then TODAY, sunday, i was supposed to not text anam throughout the week then text her on sundays. and also to allow myself to go back on my phone freely. i texted anam instead of email and she seemed very excited to actually text me. she spammed me with a load of things she was saving from her camera roll. but after no more than 15 minutes she got dry. and was like i’m gonna stop texting me in5 minutes? and not come back for the rest of the day?? i was so obviously upset by this because i waited all week to just casually text her and now she’s gone. then she called me out for being a hyprocrite because i literally said the same thing last week. she said “so you’re allowed to leave but i’m not” and i felt really bad. but we left things hostile.

..and then she became an absolute beg after a couple minutes. she texted, emailed, then CALLED me. and i called back then she didn’t answer? then she called ME back and i answered and i caught and attitudeee but she apologised. then she called me.. twice more. because she missed me. but i made sure i left the call making her know i was annoyed.

but yeah, now we are gonna text at 9.30 hehehe

so guys does she like love me now? she can’t stay away from me despite being miss-nonchalant-avoidant-attachment-style