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taeyongdoyoung · 3 years

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summary: you have a crush on college student renjun so you make use of your best lamest flirting attempts and surprisingly they work?!

pairing: renjun x gn!reader

genre: college!au, romance, pure fluff

warnings: very lame jokes, mentions of a cruel prank in the past (someone asking out renjun as a joke, pls never do that to people!), lots of awkwardness & sweetness, a bit of swearing, reader has an obsession with renjun’s pretty hands

word count: 4.7k

It had been a while since you had a crush so strong you even had a hard time focusing in class. Usually, you were a very good student, diligently taking notes and participating when the professor asked questions. But that was until you saw Renjun for the first time.

It was like something possessed you and suddenly you couldn't think about anything else but his pretty, gentle face, his angelic voice and his lovely hands always drawing something in his notebook. It certainly didn't help much that you were seated right next to him during your shared lectures. It most certainly didn't help that you forgot all your vocabulary when you were in his immediate vicinity. Usually, your teachers and friends described you as well-spoken and eloquent, always knowing the right thing to say.

But that was, of course, until Renjun. All words disappeared from your poor brain whenever he was around. And it's not like you didn't want to talk to him, get to know him better. But you physically couldn't bring yourself to form a coherent sentence. You kept telling yourself it was just a silly crush and it would pass in time. But the more time passed, the stronger you felt the need to do something about your feelings. Naturally, you couldn't speak, but there was still something you could do. Something you probably did best. Write.

So one day, after what felt like an eternity of yearning, you finally gathered the courage to act on your emotions. Taking a small sheet of paper out of your notebook, you wrote a little something. It was probably super lame but apparently, even your writing skills were affected by your crush on him. As soon as your "masterpiece" was done, you slid it towards Renjun before you could chicken out and change your mind about this whole thing. The note had the following text:

Roses are red, Violets are blue, Your drawings are almost As pretty as you. P.S. Key word: almost ;)

The second he spotted the little note which was folded in a hurry, he opened it curiously. Once he read its insides, you could hear him snort under his breath. Was it that bad? You couldn't help but worry. Then, he took his own pen and started writing something under it. That was a good sign, right? You were feeling hopeful. Once he was done, he slid the paper towards you. You opened it in a rush. His response was:

Hey! Are you bullying my art?!?

You looked at him in confusion. How could he have possibly misunderstood? However, he was too focused on multitasking (drawing most of the time and occasionally taking notes based on the lecture) to spot your reaction. You decided you had no choice but to be as explicit as possible and wrote another note:

Nooo, I meant to compliment both you and your art, sorry if it came off wrong and lame :(

When he received it, you could swear you saw him smiling a little, which made your heart melt. How was he so beautiful? Soon enough, his reply came:

That's alright, I'm just teasing...Also, it worked.

You couldn't believe it. It worked? You'd successfully grabbed his attention by using this first-grade flirting method in college? You were suddenly feeling brave and kept writing. It was too late to turn back time.

I just think you're really pretty and cool especially when you draw but I was too hesitant to talk to you directly...

When he read your most recent note, he even gave you a look of disbelief, which you couldn't interpret until you saw his response:

Cool? Wow, that's a first...And it's ok, I don't bite.

You chuckled quietly and suddenly noticed that class was ending soon. You couldn't wait until tomorrow so you hurriedly wrote the content of your next note:

What do I have to do to get your number?

Renjun shook his head in amusement and this time, his reply came quicker than before:

*number enclosed* Here, that wasn't so hard, was it?

You could hear the lecturer saying his words of conclusion and you hurried to respond via another note, because you couldn't trust your voice to actually speak to Renjun. Not yet, at least. So, you wrote:

Thank you!!! Here is mine: *number enclosed*

And just as he received your final note, the students around you started gathering their things. You simply looked at Renjun and you still couldn't believe he'd actually replied to your silly flirting and even gave you his number! You waved him goodbye like a lovesick fool and practically ran outside of the lecture hall. Stage fright whomst? Try having a crush on the prettiest boy in the world.

After you went back home, you debated calling Renjun. Eventually, you talked yourself out of it. What if you said something stupid and embarrassing? With texting, you could at least have more time to think things through before sending them. Actually speaking to him seemed too terrifying a task to accomplish. So, you texted him excitedly and your heart did a back-flip when he replied. Was it strange that you already missed him, even though it had only been a couple of hours since you last saw him? Naturally, you couldn't tell him that, it would probably freak him out. So, you settled for texting (for the time being).

Renjun: Why did you run away after class?

You: I was too nervous to speak to you, I'm sorry!!!

Renjun: That's strange, I see you talking to your friends all the time...Am I so scary?!?

You: Nooo, you're not scary, I'm just being an idiot 😔

Renjun: Top of the class does not equal idiot but I'll let it slide this time

You: Thank you for your generosity!

Renjun: What are you up to?

You: Probably gonna work on that assignment for next week

You: Sorry, I'm so boring 😔

Renjun: First of all, you don't have to apologize so much, you did nothing wrong

Renjun: Second of all, saaame. We can brainstorm together if you want?

You: Sorry, I'll stop. Oops, I did it again. Pretend you didn't see it.

You: Also omg, yes pls, that would be great!

And that is how your friendship with Renjun started. Texting on your phones and exchanging notes during class lasted a week until you finally decided to ask him out. Again, via text, because you were feeling too shy to speak to him. The only other contact you'd had was waving at each other. And it's not like he spoke to you, either. There were two explanations for that: 1) he chose to respect your decision or 2) he was possibly just as shy as you were. Whatever the reason, you thought this could not go on forever so you managed to find the bravery to propose a date.

You: Do you wanna go out with me? 👉🥺👈

Renjun: Sure, where do you wanna go?

You: Oh, wow, I didn't think I'd get this far lol

You: Where do YOU wanna go?

Renjun: Hmm, there's this new art gallery I've been meaning to visit...if that's okay with you

You: Anything is good with me as long as I get to see your pretty face

Renjun: What

You: I said you're pretty

Renjun: Shut up, oh my God...

You: Do you want me to stop?

Renjun: Say that again

You: You're pretty

Renjun: 😳😳😳

Renjun: I can't wait to see you again

You: Same here

Once you got to the front of the art gallery, it struck you how strange it was that you would speak to Renjun for the first time ever. You mentally braced yourself as you awaited his arrival anxiously. Your nails were digging into the inside of your hands and you were terrified you'd pierce holes through your own skin. You told yourself this was silly, you had no reason to be so nervous. Renjun was a total sweetheart and he obviously liked talking...well, writing to you. You needn't worry that much, you kept repeating in your mind. You were too busy hyping yourself up to notice him approaching behind you. Too busy to be prepared for what came next.

"Hiii," Renjun greeted you with a surprise back hug.

"Oh dear," you jumped in shock as you turned around.

"Did I scare you, angel?"

Shit. Already with the pet names? How were you supposed to survive?

"No, it's fine," you waved him off, trying to play it cool. "Isn't it weird this is the first time we're actually speaking to each other?"

"Um...kinda," Renjun scratched the back of his head. "But I like it, it's what makes this so special."

"Wow, you sure do have a way with words," you chuckled.

"Shall we go inside?" he suggested.

"Yes, please."

As you looked around the art gallery, you kept pointing excitedly at the paintings, while Renjun was quietly evaluating them and telling you interesting stories about the artists. You couldn't help but be amazed by how attractive he was as he exhibited his knowledge. And of course, you couldn't help but wonder at how he was so much more beautiful than all the art you've ever seen. Naturally, you wouldn't tell him that. First of all, because it was too lame to speak aloud. Second of all, because your voice would undoubtedly betray you and crack or something even more embarrassing. As time passed, you were surprised at how easy it was to talk to him, despite your previous concerns. Renjun was very polite and soft-mannered and he made you feel comfortable, while the two of you looked at the paintings and discussed them. Once you'd seen everything, you were starting to feel a bit bummed out that your lovely date was coming to an end. When you were outside the art gallery, you impulsively asked:

"Can I walk you home?"

"I mean...sure. On one condition."

"Anything."

"I get to walk you home next time."

"There'll be a next time?" you whispered hopefully.

"I hope I don't sound presumptuous if I share my observation we both had a wonderful time."

"That's perfectly alright. Your observation is correct," you admitted.

"I live just around the corner, though. You really don't have to-"

"But I want to."

"So do I," Renjun said and the two of you began walking towards his home.

"I was wondering about something...You already know I didn't speak to you because I was feeling shy, but why didn't you? I have two theories, but I'm curious which one is more on point."

"Do tell and I'll try my best to enlighten you," he joked.

"Okay, so theory number one is you were being respectful of my wish not to talk yet. Theory number two is that you're just as shy as I am."

Renjun laughed and you could swear this was the sweetest sound in the entire universe.

"Am I so transparent? Honestly, it's a little bit of both. But there's another part you didn't guess. But it's too embarrassing."

"Come on, tell meee! It can't be more embarrassing than my lame attempts to flirt with you."

Renjun smiled gently.

"Well, to be honest, I couldn't believe you thought I was cool and pretty...I even feared this was some sort of prank. It wouldn't be the first time someone decided to mess with me like that."

"Renjun, are you serious? I don't understand why anyone would...Scratch that, whoever messed with you didn't deserve even a fraction of your attention. I meant every word I said. I really like you...and your paintings. And I'm sorry I couldn't say it aloud earlier. You genuinely deserve to hear nice things more."

"Thank you. I appreciate it," he blinked cutely. "But enough about me. I never told you...how beautiful you are. How kind and smart."

"I know," you waved him off teasingly. "But coming from you, this means a lot."

Renjun shook his head, amused by your words.

"We should go somewhere you like next time. Maybe a bookshop?" he suggested.

"Am I so transparent?" you repeated his words. "But sure, yeah. That sounds nice."

"Well, this is me," he said, pointing towards his home.

"Already? Aw, time sure flies by when you're having fun."

"I'll see you tomorrow in class, right?"

"Of course," you promised and before you could talk yourself out of it, gave him a quick but heartfelt hug. "Bye, Renjun."

"Bye, angel."

After your first date with Renjun, things were going quite smoothly. You finally got over your nervousness when it came to talking to him and the two of you would occasionally whisper things to each other during class. The first time he held your hand under the desk your cheeks filled with colour. Despite your embarrassment, you held his hand right back and granted him with a grateful smile. After that, holding hands in class (whenever you weren't busy taking notes) became like second nature to you two. It just felt so sweet and comfortable to be close to him. You couldn't wait till the next weekend for your second date. Even though you were just going to a bookshop and had nothing that special planned out, you enjoyed being around him so much that you were more than excited for spending time with him one-on-one. No professors or other students to distract you.

When the day finally arrived, you were surprised to find out your anxious self had made a comeback. Even though you were around him everyday and had grown accustomed to holding a conversation, it had been an entire week since your first date when it was just the two of you and you couldn't help but get cold feet as you were waiting in front of the bookshop. This time Renjun didn't surprise you from behind, you could see him approaching from a distance. Mentally bracing yourself for his inevitable arrival, you knew you'd be an awkward mess no matter how hard you tried.

"Hey, angel," he greeted you with the usual hug.

"It's nice to see you again, Renjun," you replied dumbly, briefly melting into his arms.

"You saw me yesterday, remember?" he teased you.

"Um, yeah, but still," you chuckled.

"Is everything okay? You don't seem like yourself," Renjun immediately noticed the change in your behaviour.

"Why wouldn't it be? Everything's peachy," you lied, but he didn't seem to believe you.

"Be honest with me, please," Renjun asked. You suddenly remembered what he'd confided in you during your first date. It was no wonder he had a hard time trusting you after someone in his past had had the nerve to pull such a cruel prank on a soul as sweet as his. You felt guilty for lying rightaway and began explaining yourself.

"I'm sorry, I'm just nervous. I don't want to fuck anything up. Like I just did by lying and swearing. Fuck. I did it again, didn't I? I'll shut up now," you were rambling anxiously.

"Relax, Y/N, I totally get it. I was just worried maybe you didn't want to be here...with me."

"What? Nonsense. There's nowhere else I'd rather be. No one else I'd rather be with."

"Well, the feeling's mutual so there's no need for concern. Let's look at those books, yeah?"

"Yeah, sounds good, Renjun."

As the two of you went inside and started exploring the hundreds of shelves together, you felt yourself relaxing a little. Being surrounded by so many familiar titles, so many gorgeous covers was comforting. And as you kept showing Renjun some of your favourite books and telling him about your most beloved characters, he realized you were back to your usual self in no time. Attentively listening and occasionally sharing his opinions on certain authors, you didn't notice how quickly time passed by and how much you had enjoyed yourself and each other's company. Once you had looked through the bookshop in its entirety, you felt like it was too early to put an end to your date, but you didn't want to come off as too clingy or something. So, you simply looked at Renjun, expecting him to say what he wanted to do next.

"I promised you I'll walk you home this time, didn't I?" he smoothly said.

"I believe you did," you giggled. It was so sweet of him to remember such a detail.

"I'm a man of my word so lead the way," Renjun replied, offering you his arm.

"It will be my pleasure," you eagerly took his arm and the two of you began walking. You were deliberately moving at a slow place, simply because you didn't want this to end and felt like prolonging the time around him.

"Your hands are so pretty," you blurted out at one point.

"You like my hands, huh?" Renjun smirked.

"Did I say that out loud?" you were undoubtedly blushing really hard.

"I'm afraid so."

You felt completely mortified as you covered your face with your own hands.

"Hey, hey, it's fine. You can tell me anything. Chances are I'll take it as a compliment."

"Really?" you sneaked a peak. "You don't think I'm weird?"

"Maybe a little bit, but it's one of the things I like about you."

"One?" you blinked curiously.

"You're really fun to be around and you've been nothing but sweet to me. And of course, you're stunning, but that goes without saying."

"Without saying? I don't mind hearing it, though."

"I'll have that in mind," Renjun smiled gently.

"Renjun?"

"Yes?"

"Can you hold my hand?" you almost begged.

"I don't know, can I?" he tormented you with a joke.

"Will you hold my hand?" you corrected yourself.

"All you had to do was ask," Renjun acquiesced and intertwined your fingers.

Walking hand in hand, you eventually reached your place. As you two stared at one another, you refusing to go inside, him refusing to go, both of you refusing to let go of the other's hand, you thought to yourself how badly you wanted to kiss him. You had no idea if it was too early for that but you knew that the longer you tried to postpone it, the more you'd crave him. And you were an impatient person. So you quickly kissed him without thinking much. It was a bit awkward and rushed but at least, you had finally done as you wanted. Renjun looked taken aback and blinked at you a couple of times.

"I'm sorry," you apologized again. "I just..."

He silenced you softly with another kiss, this time more slowly and putting your mind and heart at ease. You lost yourself in the feeling of his plush lips against yours, finally letting go of his hand so that you could wrap yours around his neck. Hesitant at first but growing bolder by the second, you could sense Renjun's tongue testing the waters. You slightly parted your lips, letting him in. As the kiss intensified, you could feel him becoming more eager to touch you, his arms wrapped around your lower back. When you were seconds away from losing your breath, you finally broke the kiss. Opening your eyes to look at him, you couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He'd kissed you back.

"I thought I told you to stop apologizing so much. Especially, when you haven't done anything wrong," Renjun scolded you politely.

You opened your mouth to argue, but when you realized your immediate response would have been another 'I'm sorry', you closed it. A second later, you came up with a different reply.

"I guess you'll have to discipline me, then," you huffed in a challenge.

"Dumbass," Renjun flicked your forehead.

"Hey!" you complained with a pout. "That hurts."

"What do you want me to do? Kiss it better?" Renjun gave an unamused look.

"That doesn't sound like such a bad idea," you mumbled, not expecting him to actually...kiss your forehead. But he did. And damn your knees for threatening to give out.

"Feel better yet?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

"Get inside already," Renjun tickled your sides, nudging you in the direction of your door.

"You want to get rid of me so badly?"

"No, but we can stand here forever if you don't," he rolled his eyes.

"Do you want me to invite you in?"

"Don't tempt me and go," he was impossible to sway.

"Okay, okay," you relented. "See you tomorrow, Renjun!"

For your third date Renjun suggested something different. While your first and second date had all taken place in public locations, this time he offered going to his place. And maybe the shock on your face was too obvious, because Renjun was quick to keep talking and almost take it back.

"We don't have to if you don't want to! We can just watch something at the cinema or whatever. Forget I mentioned it if you're uncomfortable."

You quickly shook your head.

"No, no, I do want to come over! I was just...not expecting it."

"Yeah? You sure?"

"A hundred per cent," you nodded excitedly.

"Sorry to break it to you, but I'm at two hundred per cent," Renjun teased.

"It's not a competition," you reminded him.

"It's not if I'm winning," he kept playing around.

You rolled your eyes.

"So what are we watching?" you asked.

"You can't go wrong with Harry Potter, am I right?"

"You are so right," you squealed. "Which house are you in?"

"Don't get me started. Sometimes I get Ravenclaw, sometimes Slytherin, it's a mess."

"That's pretty cool, though," you were practically staring at him with heart eyes at this point.

"You're a Hufflepuff, aren't you?"

"Am I so transparent?" you complained, this line becoming something of a running gag between the two of you.

"Cute," he mumbled under his breath and you blushed, not managing to maintain eye contact.

When the time arrived for you to go to Renjun's place, you were more excited rather than nervous. He was so easy to talk to and you were genuinely making so many wonderful memories that you had made it your mission to not waste any second worrying needlessly.

"I have arrived," you announced the obvious as you stood at his door.

"I can see that," Renjun chuckled. "Come on in."

"I wasn't sure if I should bring something so I bought some pizza on the way. It's still hot, so I hope you're hungry," you said as you followed him inside like a puppy.

"Oh, that's very thoughtful. And I always have enough space left for pizza."

You grinned and the minute you put the box on the table and your arms were free, you wrapped them around Renjun in a hug.

"You're so warm," you murmured against his skin.

He kissed the top of your head swiftly. Soon after, the two of you were too busy re-watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, eating pizza and holding hands to talk much. Once the movie was over, you realized how badly you didn't want to go home and how cozy leaning your head on Renjun's shoulder felt. And how much you liked him and couldn't stop thinking about his hands, his smile and his overall existence.

"Do you want to go home already?" Renjun asked the dreaded question.

"I mean, not really, but I don't wanna impose myself on you," you whispered.

"Don't be so formal," Renjun replied. "Just stay a little longer."

"Yayyy!" you were quite overjoyed and kissed his cheek. "What do you want to do?"

"Hm, I don't know. I could give you a tour around the place."

"Sure, that sounds fun," you immediately agreed.

"Don't get your hopes up, it's just a regular college guy's apartment."

"I'm sure I'll be amazed by every little detail."

"Even my socks?"

"Especially your socks," you joked.

As he showed you around his apartment, you couldn't help but be amazed by how Renjun-like everything was. From the snug kitchen to his art supplies scattered around. Every corner made the atmosphere feel extremely homey. Until you saw something that you hadn't expected, something that hadn't come up in conversation before. A stunning grand piano. You looked at the instrument and then at Renjun and finally, back at the piano.

"Do you play?"

"No, I just keep things like that as an accessory," he responded sarcastically. "Of course, I play."

"Can you...no, wait," you stopped yourself before making a similar mistake to the one you made a while ago. "Will you play something for me?"

"Right now?"

"If it's not too much trouble," you gave him the very best pleading look you were capable of.

Renjun sighed reluctantly and sat down on the bench in front of the piano.

"Don't just stand there awkwardly, sit next to me," he urged you courteously.

You followed his advice and took the free spot. However, nothing could have possibly prepared you for witnessing Renjun's skills up-close. Watching him play was like magic. You were simply in awe and couldn't help but stare at his pretty fingers hitting the keys in just the right ways. When he was finished performing the piece, you were too frozen to do anything. Couldn't even manage to clap, even though he deserved it so much. But you were too transfixed by his playing and those damn hands of his you couldn't possibly move.

"Earth to Y/N?" Renjun went as far as snapping his fingers right in front of your face.

"Huh?" you let out.

"Did I enchant you or what?"

"I think you did," you chuckled. "Just...wow. You're insanely good."

He looked away bashfully.

"Thanks. It just takes practice."

"Nah, I've heard people play before but what you have is different. So pure and genuine. Like a blessing. And I'm not just saying that because I think I'm falling in love with you. I really mean every word."

"Care to repeat that?"

"I really mean..." you started, still not registering what exactly you'd said. How far you'd gone. What you couldn't take back.

"Before that," Renjun reminded you gently. "You know. The part about falling in love with me."

"Shit. I was thinking out loud again, wasn't I?" you asked dumbly. "It's too early for that, I know. I'm really sorry. Let's just pretend I said nothing and forget about it, yeah?"

In your panic, you jumped up from the bench and were about to escape like a coward but Renjun grabbed your hand before you could take another step.

"I think I'm falling in love with you, too," he said.

"W-what?" you stammered.

"And I don't care about whether it's too early or not. And I'm not going to pretend I didn't hear it. So the question is...what are you going to do about that?"

"Me? What...am I supposed to do?"

"What you want to do," Renjun clarified.

"Um...I want to keep falling in love with you, Renjun. And holding your pretty hands. Spending time with you. Listening to your angelic voice. What I want...is for you to be my boyfriend."

"I thought I already was."

"You were?"

"We went on a couple of dates...we kissed...Haven't I made it obvious enough?"

"Oh, right," you chuckled. "Sorry."

"Say that word one more time, I dare you," Renjun slowly ran a finger down your lips.

"S-sorry?" you had to test his patience. Before you could argue, he kissed you fiercely, wrapping his palms around your cheeks. You were drowning beneath his touch, which was ridiculous, considering he was also setting your lips on fire. You figured if saying sorry too much was going to end up like this, you would be a fool not to take advantage of it.

"Pretty angel," Renjun whispered against your mouth. "My pretty angel."

You were practically melting and the only thing holding you together were Renjun's arms.

"For fear of sounding lame, I'm inclined to say your pretty angel's almost as pretty as you. Key word: almost," you giggled, recalling your earliest attempts at flirting with him.

"Lies," Renjun shook his head.

"Hey, it worked the first time!" you pouted.

"It only worked because you're the pretty one," Renjun ruffled your hair playfully.

"Oh my God, shut up," you covered your face to hide how red it was.

"Never."

The End

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sadclearance · 4 years

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u know how denki from bnha asks ochako out for lunch but gets ignored? can he ask male reader out and it seems like he’s getting ignored but at the end y/n flirts with him and is like “your turn now”?

pickup lines

pairing: denki kaminari x male!reader

summary: denki pursues y/n with pickup lines.

category: fluff

warning(s): none

word count: 1153

"do you have a band-aid?" denki kaminari asks y/n out of nowhere after class ends.

"are you hurt?" y/n frowns. they didn't have hero training today, and he's pretty sure nothing as eventful as someone getting injured happened in class.

"because i scraped my knee falling for you," kaminari finishes, smiling at how genuinely concerned y/n was.

"don't worry me like that," y/n rolls his eyes playfully.

kaminari sighs. is that his only response to his pickup line?

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"man, i don't think he's ever gonna like me," kaminari cries.

"stop fucking whining, dunce face!" katsuki bakugo, the ever-so loving friend that he is, shouts at him.

"c'mon, bakugo. our friend's hurting," eijiro kirishima, the genuine angel that he is, frowns, putting a comforting hand on kaminari's shoulder.

"thank you for understanding, kirishima," kaminari lets out a fake sniffle to show how touched he is.

"well, it's not my fucking fault you're a dumbass!"

"how am i a dumbass?" kaminari frowns.

"you're giving up after one stupid ass pickup line? lamest shit i've ever heard."

"bakugo kind of has a point, but i wouldn't call it the 'lamest shit i've ever heard'," kirishima says thoughtfully.

"what? i thought you were on my side," kaminari pouts.

"i was, but you did just start talking to him today," kirishima says.

"but--"

"no fucking excuses! stop bitching about something that you've only just recently grown the balls to start."

"what exactly did you say to him?" hanta sero cuts in, finally done with his homework that kirishima and bakugo had finished together earlier and that kaminari forgot about.

"do you have a band-aid because i scraped my knee falling for you," kaminari mumbles, hiding his face with a pillow.

sero bursting into laughter so intense that he doubles over doesn't help lessen kaminari's embarrassment.

"kaminari," sero wheezes. "y/n's the pretty boy of our entire year. nowadays, his type is super popular, so girls and guys constantly fall for him. you're gonna need to up your game."

"sero's right," kirishima nods, carefully considering the facts laid out before him.

"siding with the enemy again, kirishima?" kaminari whines.

"well, y/n's been getting really popular. the girls might even be more into him than they are todoroki right now."

"and that's exactly why one pathetic pickup line isn't gonna have him falling at your fucking feet," bakugo rolls his eyes.

that's how kaminari set a goal to flirt with y/n at least once a day. hell, he even got a notebook to keep track.

when bakugo, kirishima, and sero first found out about said notebook, they burst out laughing.

after the first few days, they realized that kaminari was serious about it. he was filling it out more diligently than he did his homework.

"this is why you're failing all your classes, fuckhead," bakugo scoffed.

then, on the sixth day they decided to actually read what was inside.

day 1: line: "did it hurt when you fell? fell from heaven?" y/n's reaction: this is the second time he has taken the pickup line for its literal meaning, which is saying a lot because it's only the second time i've used one on him. when i said the second part, he responded playfully. was the playfulness him flirting back? what does it mean???

day 2: line: "you looked super cool during practice today" y/n's reaction: "thanks, you too" okay, first off, i know he was lying. i short circuited and looked like a total loser. second, i think i was too casual. that doesn't even count as flirting. that's like what kirishima would say to bakugo. unless if that's him flirting with explodo-boy?? i can't really tell sometimes

day 3: line: "even covered in sweat, you're the prettiest." y/n's reaction: he just rolled his eyes with another playful smile well, don't blame me! i got nervous, and the day was ending. i needed to make up something! one line a day, and i'm not about to mess it up on the third day

day 4: line: "you're really hot"

y/n's reaction: he lightly punched my shoulder like a bro would do :( okay, i know it was just a blunt statement of fact, but it still counts as flirting right?

day 5: line: "wanna grab a bite some time?" y/n's reaction: "since uraraka-chan's rejected you, i'm the replacement?" he was smiling and rolling his eyes again! my first time trying to ask him on a date and he says no. also why does he keep rolling his eyes :( and he's so not the replacement! i asked her to lunch like a whole week ago

day 6: line: "do you have a map? i keep getting lost in your eyes" y/n's reaction: he rolled his eyes again! what the heck?? :( also, this whole not giving up thing is taking a toll on me. rejection hurts

"if you think 'you looked super cool during practice today' is flirting, i--" sero starts.

"i know, i know!" kaminari interrupts with a deep frown. "and why're you looking through that?!"

"what are you, shitty deku?" bakugo asks with a (shocking) lack of volume. he's too stunned by the amount of genuine effort that kaminari's putting into this, albeit weird.

"what?" kaminari's frown deepens if possible. what's he talking about?

"the notebook," sero says, pointing at it as though it were obvious.

"just because i have a notebook doesn't mean i'm midoriya."

"yeah, but obsessively writing details in it is weird," sero points out.

"don't be so mean, guys," kirishima cuts in. kaminari's about to thank him before he continues to say, "maybe it'll help him practice writing letters that we can actually read."

"my handwriting's great, thank you," kaminari defends with a huff.

"now that kirishima mentions it, you write better notes for this than you do for class," sero says, amazed.

"whatever," kaminari groans. "do you guys think i should give up? he's already rejected me."

"he didn't exactly reject you. he just... avoided the question," kirishima says with a pitying smile as he points at day five in his notes.

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the end of the seventh day is approaching, and kaminari can't think of anything anymore. he thinks that maybe he should give up. y/n hasn't been reciprocating, so maybe he just doesn't see kaminari that way.

with those thoughts haunting him, he decides to leave it be.

he sits at his desk as the class is dismissed for the day, defeatedly staring at his notebook.

he's about to stand up and shuffle out of the classroom like most of the other students are when he feels a presence next to him.

"if i sat on your lap, would that make you an electric chair?" y/n asks with a coy smile.

"what--" kaminari blushes a bright red at his words.

"didn't want you to miss a day in your log," y/n winks as he points at the notebook.

"you knew about--?"

"your move, pikachu," y/n presses soft lips against a red cheek before waving goodbye.

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a/n;

ahhh idk if it's bad or not but i hope it's okay anon!

#kaminari denki #denki kaminari #bnha #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero academia #x male reader #denki kaminari x male reader #kaminari denki x male reader #idk how to tag sorry #male reader insert #fluff #mlm

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aeondeug · 2 years

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Wei Wuxian while cracking a cold one open with the boys: So Lan Wangji is SUPER PRETTY but also like the lamest motherfucker. He’s so boring. But like. To reiterate. He’s super hot. Like the prettiest man you could ever see. Amazing looks. But he’s boring though omg.

#mdzs #everything this dumb bitch does to assure me he's not gay makes me more and more certain that he is #in his furious attempts to not be gay wei wuxian makes it very apparent that he is gay #this man would show up to lan wangji's place in nothing but pride colored speedos #and do a sexy dance while lan wangji is irritated as shit #and be like HEEHEE NOT GAY THO #TOTALLY PRANKED YOU BRO #all while missing that actually he does want to do sexy little dances for lan wangji and also maybe he thinks his annoyed face is cute

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lousimusician · 5 years

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Drunk Part 2

Pairing: Fuckboy!Tom x Reader

Summary: You realize that going out and partying may be more fun than you originally thought, but Tom seems to disagree

Warnings: Language and sexual themes

A/N: This part is more of a setup to part 3, so it isn't as eventful as the first part

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Growing up with Tom and Harrison was hard. You lived in their shadows. They were the popular one's while you were always cast to the side. They were outgoing and promiscuous while you stayed introverted and innocent.

But you were okay with it, you told yourself. You were the smart one, you kept the two idiots level headed.

And day after day as you grew up you kept telling yourself you didn't need to be popular, you didn't need to have attention, you didn't need to be desired by boys.

Because you were the smart one.

You completely believed that until this very moment. Where you sat in front of your mirror, hunched over your phone scrolling through every post you were tagged in from last night.

You had woken up snuggled into Tom when everything last night came back.

You remembered going to the party. "Helping" Tom. Drinking with Jonathan.... kissing Jonathan. Dancing all night. Grinding against guys... Kissing even more guys (and that one girl). Losing your dress. Body shots. Tom finding you. And finally breaking down because that guy insulted you and you thought you had dissapointed Tom.

You had crawled out from under Tom's arm to look at yourself in the mirror, and the sight was shocking. Your hair was a mess, you had smudged mascara under your eyes, your lips were raw and you had hickeys, bruises, and scratches all over.

It truly was a sight to behold, you could only imagine what everyone from your highschool would have to say, seeing what had become of the most innocent girl once she reached college.

Your attention had been pulled when you heard your phone vibrate. You reached for your phone to quickly check the notification, when the number of them shocked you.

You had 30 notifications from instagram just from last night to this morning. You sat down across from your mirror and with shaky hands, had unlocked your phone.

You were tagged in photos and videos, every single one of them with you being the center of attention. There were videos of you dancing, people taking body shots off you, you taking body shots off others, playing drinking games (Where you figured out that that was how you lost your dress, after losing a particular game.) Photos of you drinking and kissing guys.

But the captions were what really got you.

Every single one of them praised you.

Captions that read.

"One of the lamest parties until @yourinstagram showed up."

"Never knew @yourinstagram had it in her."

"Literally the life of the party. @yourinstagram"

And one of your personal favorites. (Though you'd never admit it.)

"One of the sexiest girls at last nights party. @yourinstagram."

And the comments were just as good. People saying that they wish they had come just to see you and others wanting to meet you.

Going to last nights party and doing what you had done went against everything you convinced yourself that you weren't and that it was something you didn't need.... but now you weren't to sure.

Last night was fun. It was exciting. And yes maybe you could've toned down the alcohol intake, but you had never had that much fun before.

You were starting to understand why Tom and Harrison went out so often now.

Speaking of Tom, you got up and headed towards your bed, laying on top of him to wake him up.

"Toooooooom."

He grunted underneath you.

"Tommyyy you're never gonna believe this. It's about last night's party."

Tom was wide awake with that, as he sat up. "Shit, I forgot about the party. Are you okay?" He asked as you rolled off him, sitting next to him now.

You looked at him with wide eyes, grinning ear to ear looking excited. The sight making his stomach do backflips. "I'm more than okay- well actually I'm kinda sore and my head hurts, but other than that I feel great. You need to read these!" You yelled, shoving your phone in his face.

Tom took the phone from your hand and started scrolling through your notifications. His eyebrows furrowed and the more he scrolled a frown etched its way upon his face.

You pouted. "Why do you look upset? Isn't this a good thing?"

Tom glanced at you, then looked down at the phone. "I'm- I'm just a little confused. Last night you were crying and apologizing for what you did last night, and now you're... happy?"

"Well I mean, what I did last night... it was different." You said sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. "I was actually having a lot of fun but then you punched that guy and he called me a slut and I dunno.. I was drunk and I thought I dissapointed you so I started crying."

Tom looked at you skeptically. "And how do you feel now?"

"I feel good. Last night was the craziest thing I've ever done, and it felt good not having to worry about anything. And now that I'm sober I know I didn't disappoint you, like you do crazier things than what I did last night."

Tom looked at you in bewilderment. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with my best friend? You're one of the least sexual people I know, how can you be so excited over this?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Should I be offended?"

"No, it's just." He paused. "You are (Y/N) (L/N). My best friend since diapers. You are a sweet and innocent girl who's in love with acting and film just as much as I am. You've never even had a boyfriend before let alone sex. And now after last night you aren't phased in the slightest over what happened?"

You sighed. "Fine I will admit that what happened was crazy and very unlike me, but honestly all those things that I was so scared to try isn't that big of a deal. I mean like look at you and Haz. The two of you have been sleeping around since you guys hit puberty and plus... it's kinda nice to have the attention on me for once."

Tom bit his lip as he gazed at you quietly. "...What do you mean?"

"Oh c'mon Tom!" You exclaimed, standing up from your bed. "Ever since highschool started you and Haz became popular with everybody and I was just your weird little friend that girls used to get a date with one of you two. And then college started and I thought maybe I'd have a fresh start and the stupid hierarchy of popular kids would go away but then high school ended up repeating itself. I'd stay in my dorm room while the two of you were invited to every single party but now." You took the phone, and showed him three new dm's. "Look! I was invited to three different parties! People love me now!"

"Well of course they love you, you stuck your tongue down most of their throats."

You rolled your eyes. "Give me a break, you do worse. I'm just tired of you and Haz having all the fun, while I just watch my life pass by."

Tom was getting increasingly more annoyed the more you spoke about this. "So your solution is to start getting trashed at parties and what, fucking every guy you see? Be realistic here (Y/N), this isn't you."

You groaned in frustration. "You just don't get it Tom."

"What exactly don't I get then?"

"You've never been put down, no one has ever not wanted you. I actually have people wanting to be my friend now! I have guys that find me attractive!"

Tom stood up now. "Jesus Christ (Y/N), you want to feel attractive fine. You are one of the prettiest girls I have ever met. Now will you stop it with this stupid idea?"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Don't patronize me. I had fun last night and if I want to do it again, I have the right to. I thought you'd be the least judgmental about something like this. Cause guess what babe, I'm not the only one with hickeys on my neck right now."

Tom shook his head. "Fine. If you so desperately want to feel wanted by these insignificant people then I can't stop you. But don't come crying to me when this bites you in the ass." He said, before heading towards the door and sliding his shoes on.

"Where are you going?"

He opened the door now standing in the doorway. "Back to my dorm. I was gonna stay after everything that happened last night but you seem completely fine now, so you clearly don't need my help." He spat out. "I'll talk to you later. Hopefully you will have come to your senses by then." He grumbled before slamming the door behind him.

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Tom walked across campus, heading for his dorm. He was frustrated. He couldn't understand what had gotten into you, since when did you need to feel approval from everyone else.

You were always the innocent and shy one who never needed anyone else to validate you.

But what was worse was that Tom couldn't understand why he reacted that way.

Sure your innocent but Tom was far from it. Why should it matter to him that you started doing the same things he did in his free time. Why did the thought of you all over another guy make him so fucking mad.

He shook his head trying to rid himself of his thoughts as he roughly swung the door to his dorm open then slam it shut behind him.

Across the room Tom saw two head's pop out from the covers on Harrison's bed, which were Harrison himself and some girl he was with.

Tom nodded to them. "Haz, Alexis-"

"It's Amber." The girl said impatiently.

Tom rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He said, laying on his own bed.

Harrison studied him for a moment. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Tom grumbled.

"No you're not. What happened?" Harrison asked, sitting up in his bed now.

"Nothing happened Haz, drop it."

Harrison rolled his eyes. "If it's about (Y/N) I deserve to know. She's my best friend too y'know?"

"How did y-"

"A friend told me you went to stay with her for the night. Now what the fuck happened."

Tom was silent for a few moments, debating on whether or not he should tell him. "...Fine. But kick Alexis out."

"Amber." The girl insisted.

"Whatever." Came his reply.

"You heard him Amber." Harrison said. "Get out."

Amber huffed. "Fine. Call me later." She said before gathering her things and leaving the two friends alone.

"Okay spill."

Tom clicked his tongue and sighed. "Do you know what happened last night?"

"Yeah, I saw on Instagram. Shit's pretty crazy, if I knew she was gonna come by I wouldn't have ran off with Amber. Why weren't you watching her, I thought after that incident in high school you would've never let her drink again."

"I didn't know she stayed. I ran off with some girl." He said pulling the pillow out from under his head and covering his face with it.

"Well is (Y/N) okay?"

"Yeah. More than okay actually." Came his muffled reply.

Harrison furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean, 'more than okay'."

"I mean, she actually had fun last night which means she's gonna want to go to more parties."

"Really? Huh, I wouldn't've expected that from her. But if she had fun why are you so pissed."

Tom groaned. "Because it's (Y/N)!" He exclaimed suddenly sitting up in bed, throwing the pillow off his face. "Could you imagine her sleeping around with guys like us! It's completely mental!"

Harrison paused, narrowing his eyes at Tom as he studied him. "Why do you care so much?"

"Because it's (Y/N)!"

"Stop saying that, that's not an answer. If she had fun last night she should be able to go to more parties. The girl's still a virgin let her have some fun for once."

"Why does she need to have that kind of fun?"

"Did you expect her to never have sex Tom?" Harrison scoffed.

"I-I don't know! But I know these guys aren't good enough for her!"

Harrison paused as something began to click. "Hold on a second Tom, do you- do you like her?" He asked.

Tom looked at him in shock. "Of course not! It's (Y/N) for chrissake! I just care about her a lot."

Harrison's eyes suddenly widened in realization. "Holy shit! You do like her! That would explain why you've always been so protective of her all these years."

"What- I have not-"

"Oh come on Tom! I've seen the glares you've sent to guys that have so much as looked at her- and you've always been rather touchy with her."

Tom immediately felt his face begin to burn up. "No I'm not"

"Quit fucking denying it, yes you are. You always have your arm around her and you always have your hands on her in some way- and you're always looking at her."

"I-" he paused. "B-but I can't." He weakly said as the truth started to dawn on him.

It would explain everything. Why he was so angry seeing everyone all over you last night, that possessive feeling he had, and why he didn't want you going to any more of those parties even though you enjoyed it... And technically it would explain why he found you so goddamn attractive.

"Fuckin' hell, I do like her!"

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pcygoldenchild · 5 years

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Catwoman

🕷summary: It was a halloween party. You were Catwoman. He was on a hunt for a specific pussycat to tame.

🕷warning: NSWF, cunnilingus, dirty talk, bondage

🕷A/N: Time for some filthy Jongdae. I love my boy to death; he’s my baby. But I’d be lying if I said he couldn’t destroy some pussy so here it goes. (sorry for the long length!)

Halloween wasn’t really a holiday you celebrated. You just liked dressing up in constumes and the thrill of being a character or thing. It was always fun to you. You’ve gone to a party almost every year. And you were now 20 still going to parties which meant you’ve had so many costumes done already. You were at a loss of ideas for what to go as this year. So you asked your best friend who had the other half of your excitement.

“Well last year you went all out as Lara Croft which was personally one of my favorites.” Cassie said. You were walking around the mall throwing around ideas.

“The only reason you liked that costume so much is because you made it.” you said rolling your eyes. But you had to be honest; it was amazing and fit you perfectly. You actually felt like Lara Croft and that was a dream come true because duh, it’s Lara Croft.

“Well duh. And the fact that Jongdae couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You’re welcome.” she said nudging you. You shoved her making her shuffle to the side and she laughed.

“Sure, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me but he sure didn’t say a word to me either. So just how great was it?” you replied. Jongdae was a sophomore at your university and one of the prettiest guys you’d ever seen. He wasn’t the cliche jock or mysterious hot guy. He was a bubbly personality and literally friends with everyone. But when it came to you, he was either shy or barely attentive to you. You don’t like to take it personal. Cassie says he’s like that with a lot of people but all you could see were the people he laughed obnoxiously loud with.

“I’ve told you this a million times before, he’s just shy. Everyone he’s super loud with are all extroverts. But you my dear friend, are an introvert. So what do two introverts do to become close? Nothing because they are too shy to interact.” she said. She had a point like always. But you were going to be stubborn and ignore her.

“Anyways, I don’t really have to go all out this year. I heard it’s a pretty chill party.” you said walking into a mask store. The store opened up to selling masks only around halloween.

“I heard the opposite. And I heard Jongdae will be there. Maybe this time, if you dress right, the cat man will pounce on his prey.” she joked pouncing on you. You laughed and pushed her off. Cat man was what you two called him. He always would just quietly creep around you like a cat approaching a mouse. And an idea came to your head. You looked at Cassie with a sudden exciting expression which only excited her.

“Oooo an idea!” she said rubbing her hands together.

“What if I’m the cat tonight?” you said. Cassie’s expression died.

“A cat? Seriously that’s the lamest costume ever.” she said turning away to one of the isles. You let out a sigh. She was right like always. All the years you’ve had to dress up, you’d never done something as simple as being a cat. You walked down one of the isles full of different masks. And then it caught your eye.

The perfect black shiny mask. It was a Catwoman mask. The real deal too. It would cover the entire top half of your face and head to the center of your head. It was perfect and looked so authentic. It called your name.

“Ok so what’s your approach?” Cassie said from behind you. You were so amazed by the mask in your hands you didn’t even know she was there.

“My approach?” you said turning to her. She took the mask out of your hand and held it up to your face thinking. Then she led you to the cash register.

“Well you could go Anne Hathaway Catwoman or Halle Berry. Utility belt or sexy latex?” She said. The conversation not seeming to phase the old cashier. But you still waited to leave the store to answer her.

“I have no clue. But I bet you’re going to tell me.” you said letting her guide you to whatever store was next.

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You arrived at the party a little past 10pm. It was already in motion for it to still be fairly early. Everyone looked so good in their costumes. For the first time, you’d seen no repeats, everyone had their own costumes. Cassie, who couldn’t calm her excitement about how you looked, looked incredible herself. She was Poision Ivy to keep the DC comics theme with you.

“Dude, we’ve been here for 5 minutes and the entire basketball team has checked you out. They’re literally coming to find you just to stare.” Cassie said tugging your arm. You rolled your eyes and turned to her.

“Maybe it’s because I’m literally naked.” you said. After you got the mask, she made the decision herself for you to be in sexy latex but also include little accessories to spruce it up. The latex suit did little for imagination; the zipper in the front stopped right below your underboob so there was a lot of clevage. Other than that you were completely painted in latex and it hugged your body just right. A little too right. Your ass looked great and you prayed it wouldn’t be cold or your nipples would definitely show through. On your upper thigh, there was a holster for your expensive catwoman whip. And on your waist, Cassie sewed a cute utility belt. It was dainty enough to not take away from the sex appeal of the outfit but still added to it not just being a sexy constume. Your hair was down in loose natural curls to really add to the look and you wore black latex boots. Overall, you’d say you were best dressed. Just one thing...

“Oh come on and quit being dramatic. You’re not naked.” she said rolling her eyes at you as if you were being overdramatic.

“This suit covers me like milk. And underneath it I have nothing on. So I’m basically naked.” you said. She looked shocked. It was her idea to not wear anything underneath. She said it would bulk.

“Wait. You really didn’t wear anything under it?” she whispered excitedly. You shook your head and walked away to the drink table. You needed to get partying or else you were going to leave.

You got a drink of the infamous jungle juice and a turkey leg because you were quiet hungry. And you couldn’t pass up on the massive turkey legs you can only get at Disney World.

You walked over to a wall with a bar table and surveillanced the scene. You were looking for Jongdae of course. You hadn’t seen him since you got there. Maybe he was late.

“How’s the juice?” a voice said to your right. You knew that loud but smooth voice anywhere. But why was he talking to you now?

“It’s the same juice it is every year.” you laughed turning to him. He was dressed up as some incredibly handsome character. Or himself, to be honest you had no clue.

“I guess we should try a new recipe.” he replied. His eyes caught yours before he inspected your body.

“Catwoman. I like your take on it.” he said smirking his curvy lips.

“You mean the sheer fact that it’s sexy?” you said smirking back. He bit his lip. He bit his damn lip.

“A costume is only sexy if the host fits the description.” he said. You didn’t know he was so flirty. You also didn’t know why he was so bold to say more than two words to you.

“Cheesy flirt Jongdae. And who are you supposed to be?” you said trying to hide the redness of your cheeks partly covered by the mask.

“I’m a vampire. But most people are saying I came as a pussycat tamer.” he said doing a 360 for you to see. The constume looked like a vampire but he had no fangs and lack of blood. And his look was very poised. He just wore a lot of black and-wait. Did he say a pussycat tamer?

“Seriously?” you laughed. You wanted to make him believe the joke was bad but you were more effected by it than you thought you’d be. He stood a little closer to you and leaned on the bar.

“Very serious. I can really do wonders with a sweet pussycat. The feisty ones are fun too.” he said. Oh dear God.

You took the turkey leg and brought it up to your mouth. You needed something to distract you from him. But when he leaned in and bit the other side of the leg, you almost lost it. His face was right in front of yours. His lips only separated from yours by the turkey leg. His eyes fucking your brain.

“Well you’d better go and find one Jongdae.” you said after you removed your mouth from the turkey leg leaving it in his mouth. He took a large bite out if it and ate it slowly in front of you.

“I have found one.” he said placing the leg back down.

“And she seems like she’s curious of my powers.” he continued pointing to your super hard nipples. They could cut glass for fuck sakes.

“I’m moreso curious as to if you know who I am.” you said crossing your arms to cover your tattletale nipples. He laughed.

“Of course I do. I couldn’t miss that smile anywhere. And when word goes around of a fine feline prowling the premises, I know they’re most likely for me.” he said. Dude what the fuck?

“For you?” you laugh.

“I’m the Cat Man.” he said back smiling that insanely seductive smile.

“Ok Cat Man. Why now then? Why talk to me so much now? Are you drunk?” you ask incredulously. He just shook his head and stood up straight standing now right in front of you. You only came up to his shoulders so you had to look up at him or else your eyes would be trained on his lips. Not that you minded.

“I’m as sober as I can be. But you must know, I’ve waited and waited until you’d get my game. You were always the sweet little mouse. Quiet and shy. But I wanted the feisty pussycat I know you are. And here she is.” he said pushing strands off hair behind your shoulder.

“So what do you want with a pussycat like me? I’m not stuck in a tree or injured. What would I need you for Cat Man?” you asked playing into his game. He smirked, happy you obliged.

“Although I do want to make sure you’re in tip top shape, I’ve got other plans.” he said taking your arms and unfolding them. He grabbed your zipper and pulled it down a little more before stopping just before it would expose your breasts.

“I’m not an easy pussycat Jongdae. Catwoman doesn’t need your plans. Why should I let you carry out your plans?” you said expanding your shoulders so your boobs lifted, they looked incredible.

“Why? Well I’ve waited for a long time to get you. And once I’ve got you, you’re mine. Because from the way everyone has been looking at you tonight, I feel very possessive. What do you want me to say? I like you? That’s cheesy and not quite like me. But I’m making you mine.” he said and his hand slowly slid up the crevice between your boobs. And that’s all it took for him to win you over. So much for not being easy.

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You were pushed against a wall in a red lit room. He wasn’t rough, just eager. His eyes never left you even when his hands did. He stepped back to admire you as your body stilled against the wall.

“You are really a masterpiece. Your body is like a marble sculpture in that suit. And your blue contacts under this red light make you look really enticing. I could stare at you like this for hours.” he said. His eyes were really surveilling your every curve intently. You pulled your mask off and let your hair fall on the sides of your face. He didn’t miss any of it.

“Do you like being such a tease?” he said coming closer to you. His gaze was a tease on its own and he had the nerve to call you a tease.

“Oh please. You’ve seen me a thousand times. I’ve felt you stare at me from across the room like in a teen movie. Tease? Not me.” you defended. You were only rambling on because he was now right in front of you. His gorgeous fucking lips were right there. He licked them.

“You’ve felt me stare at you and your body reacts doesn’t it? You straighten your back. Play with your hair. Smile to yourself. I can’t imagine what you’d be thinking about but I know it’s me. That’s why you’re a tease.” he said into your ear. When he pulled away his lips grazed your cheek. But you couldn’t just take that.

You grabbed his face and tasted his curvy lips. They melted into yours just like you knew they would. He was delectable in every sense. You couldn’t let his lips go. Every lick, every bite, every taste made your senses come undone. And you were sure you’d become the obsessed girl you didn’t think you were.

“Easy there pussycat.” he said into your lips. You released his lips with a pop and leaned against the wall to catch your breath.

“There is plenty more when that came from. I’d love to show you. Just let me taste you. Let me finally taste my kitten.” he said as he pulled the zipper down more. The latex contracting back to its tight form from being stretched on your body which reveals your very erect breast. His hands run up the sides of your stomach, tucked in the suit. They run back down your sides and rest on your hips where your underwear waistband would have been.

“You went incognito? For me? You shouldn’t have.” he smiled. You rolled your eyes and faked a laugh before his left hand came down to rest on your core. His hand was slightly above your clit but it still made you freeze. He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“That’s all it takes? Just one touch?” he asked. You never got the chance to reply because his fingers left your skin on fire with every millimeter he moved down. But he was stuck once his finger reached your clit. The suit wouldn’t allow him to move freely. So he pulled it off your upper body down to your knees.

“Fuck Jongdae!” you moaned once his mouth attacked your pussy. He didn’t even give you a warning. He just went it for the killing. And fuck was he killing you. Your hands found his soft hair as your head rested against the wall. Your eyes were shut tight and your bottom lip was crying between your teeth. The way he was licking and sucking your clit was sinful. He was going so hard and fast it was like he wanted to see how fast he could make you cum. Your body was involuntarily grinding against his mouth but that only made your orgasm more fast coming. His hands held your thighs tight so they wouldn’t close on him before he made you cum. Your hands in his hair did nothing to his tongue swirling over your clit. You’d never say you saw it coming. You lasted a solid 5 minutes of constantly being tongue fucked by him before your body gave out. Your legs shivered in his hold as your hands tried to push his head away from you. But his neck seemed to be incredibly strong and he only continued as your cum leaked from you. You didn’t open your eyes not once since his mouth found place on you. But the minute you did, once he completely stopped, you looked down at him. And he looked devine. His mouth glistened with you. His eyes taking in the way his tongue made it move. When he finally met your eyes, nothing much was needed to be said. You were his.

#pcygoldenchild #exo #exo fanfic #exo smut #exo scenario #jongdae smut #jongdae fic #jongdae x reader #jongdae x you

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sugarpun-fairy · 5 years

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DOUBLE DARE - SEAN X OC / WARREN X OC

Word count: 1961

Warnings: just boys being boys and some really bad pick up lines

Summary: Where the boys dare Sean to confess to his crush, and he proceed to do the same with Warren when he gets the chance.

Requestes: ACTUALLY THIS IS A FUNNY STORY LOL

A/N: So this is half a request half a gift for my beautiful @imaginesandideas. I’m not sure if it’s good or if it’s fair for all the characters but here it is. Hope y’all like it! The whole thing is separated in four point of views, each is signalized w the initial letter of the character

-x-

“Sean my boy!” Alex’s voice made me turn around before opening the door to my room. “How you doing ginger? Wanna play a game with us?” asked putting his arm around my shoulders.

“What kind of game Summers?” I asked back cocking an eyebrow. That didn’t sound like a good idea.

“We’re playing truth or dare. Me, Scott, Warren, Peter and you if you want.” he explained.

“And what do I have to do if I don’t finish my dare?” he laughed.

“Something embarrassing.”

“Like your face?” I joked.

“Worse. Like yours!” He laughed again. “Does that mean you’re in?”

“Well I clearly have nothing else to do right now. Guess a little game won’t kill me.” I shrugged.

“Great! The boys are outside let’s go!”

I realized I should’ve heard my guts telling me that it wasn’t a good idea when I saw everyone sitting in a circle with an empty bottle of vodka in the middle.

“Okay since you just got here, you’ll spin the bottle first.” Scott said with a stupid smile, proving how drunk the kid was. I just did what he said and accepted my death sentence when bottle’s neck stopped pointing to Warren.

“I dare you, Sean Cassidy, to go to the person you’re romantically interested and confess using the worst pickup line you know.” Warren declared. I simply stared at him.

“Why are you doing this to me mate?” I asked taking a deep breath. “She’s gonna destroy me before I even finish speaking.”

“Who is she?” Peter snorted totally not believing me.

“One of the Vergara twins.” I confessed. Warren’s facial expression changed completely and one of his wings spread itself in my direction. “Harmony. Not Grace. Calm your feathery ass down I won’t steal your crush bird boy.” I grumbled slapping the feathers away.

The others stared at me in silence. Maybe it was the alcohol or they just had nothing to say. Either way I was fucked.

“Am I supposed to have company while talking to her or y’all plan on waiting the alcohol leave your body before moving?”

“I’ll go with you. Just to prevent your erasing of this planet.” Alex said getting up.

“It’s the least you can do pretty boy.”

Then we went back to the mansion to look for her.

“Hey Harmony.” Someone called behind me. I turned to see Sean looking like he was about to faint. “Can I ask you something?” I smiled and nodded.

“Sure. How can I help you?”

He took a deep breath and that caught me off guard. What could be so serious that got the famous Sean Cassidy this nervous?

“Did it hurt when you fell cause you’re only then I see.” He snapped. “Wait, no, that’s…”

“Sean are you okay?” I asked trying to reach his face, red as a fresh tomato. “Are you sure I’m the right twin?”

He almost jumped when I touched him. Then he held my hand and nodded.

“I couldn’t be more sure. You’re the one I was looking for.” He got closer and touched my cheek. I was the one taking a deep breath this time.

“Aren’t you scared that I might erase you from Earth if you piss me off?” I joked.

“I’m more scared of being erased without ever kissing you.” He whispered with a smile.

“Did you had time to rehearse for that?”

“If we have in mind that I’ve been planning on telling you for a couple weeks I guess I could say yes.”

We both laughed and he got closer, putting his hands on the counter behind me. His face got closer and closer and I closed my eyes, cupping his face with both hands. I felt his hands leaving the counter and holding me. His lips felt soft on mine, taking my breath away as he pulled me even closer, hugging me tight.

“For the love of all the gods what is happening here?” My sister’s voice echoed around the kitchen making me almost jump.

“Oh, hey Gracie!” I tried to say when Sean turned to my side, his hands still in my waist. “Did you finish your English homework?”

“Babe what do you think if we set up your sister and Warren?” Sean casually said while I tried to organize my desk.

I looked at the ginger boy laying in my bed and bit my lip.

“I hate how this is a good idea.”

“Well Warren was responsible for us being ‘us’ now so it’s only the fair move.” He pointed. “So, are we throwing them inside of a room and locking the door or what?”

“Grace could create a door if we did that. I’ll take care of that later.”

“And when will you take care of me?” he whined throwing a pillow at me.

“When you grow up.”

“Hey Angel, my sis asked me to give you this.” Harmony said running to me and handing me a small piece of paper. “But she made me promise I wouldn’t sneak.”

“Oh thanks.” I opened the note with the saying “meet me at the roof after lunch” and closed it again when I saw Harmony trying to read it. “Didn’t she made you promise you wouldn’t sneak?”

“Before giving it to you. Oh, come on Warren! She’s my twin sister! What is so secret that would have her hiding it from me?” Harmony complained trying to jump and get the note from me.

“Like you said, she’s your sister. I won’t stay between the two of you.” I answered putting the note inside my pocket. “But didn’t you hide from her you were dating Cassidy?”

“We weren’t dating yet. She walked on us kissing after you dared him to talk to me with the lamest pickup line he had.” She protested. “Whatever bird brain.” And left.

“Wow.” Sean laughed by my side. “You really de-harmonized her huh?”

“Remind me again how the fuck you got a girlfriend?”

“Well you dared me to use my worst pickup line and now I have my boo. What about you bird boy?” he snapped pinching my cheek. “What does the note say?”

“It says to meet her at the roof after lunch.”

“So that mean bird boy got a date? I like the sound of that,” Alex said approaching us.

“You know what other sound I like? The sound of me daring bird boy to confess his feelings for miss Grace.” Sean recalled crossing his arms against his chest. “Using his worst pickup line.”

“How long did you wait for that?” Alex laughed loud.

“Well it’s not as if he doesn’t have a choice. I mean he can do it or he can do something embarrassing…”

“I got it.” I growled at Sean. “I got it.”

“Don’t worry I heard she has a huge crush on you too.” Alex tried to comfort me. “Just be sober when you do it. Or it’ll be a huge disaster.”

I sighed. They were right. And Sean was having the time of his life by getting his revenge.

“Heard you were looking for me?” I said walking closer to her.

“Hey War.” Grace said with a smile. “My sis said you had something to tell me and wanted to meet me here.”

“Funny story. Harmony said that you had given her a totally secret note to give me.” It wasn’t hard to connect the dots. Harmony and Sean had set up for us. I took a deep breath. “But yeah I did want to tell you something.”

“Oh no did Harmony told you about me?” she asked hiding her face with both hands.

“What do you mean?”

“About my crush on you?” she whispered shyly. “Oh, my gods I should have waited what you wanted to say.”

“It was about it! Kinda. I mean… I have a crush on you too. Had for a while. A long time.” I confessed. “You’re such a great fighter and so smart and sweet! And… sorry but I have to say this: you remind me of an overdue library book, because you got fine written all over you.”

Her face turned totally red and she coughed for a whole minute before answering.

“Well… that was… I guess… In case you’re busy or not today would there be any way to add me to your to-do list?” she said with a laugh.

“Oh, honey you only need to say it and my whole agenda is yours.” I declared. “So, you’re free tonight?”

“I am. Are you?”

“Not anymore. Meet me at eight for the best night of your life.”

“It’ll be my pleasure.” She said blowing me a kiss and leaving back to the mansion.

“You set up for me!” I yelled at my sister. She didn’t even flinch.

“Would do the exact same thing if needed.” She said without taking eyes of her book. “Do you have a date or got a kiss at least?”

“A date. Tonight. He said to be prepared for the best night of my life.”

My sister finally put her book down and looked at me.

“This sounds like a fashion emergency.”

“Is that your focus? I mean are you totally forgetting you and your boyfriend set up for me and Warren?” I questioned her. She just shrugged. “Harmony!”

“He like you and you like him but both of you weren’t getting nowhere!”

“And you just figured that it would be better if you set up for us?”

“Sean wanted some revenge too.” She admitted. “Can we focus on your date now?”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked crossing my arms.

“Sean is trying to figure out where he’s planning on taking you tonight.”

“Your answer is a double date?”

“Calm down Grace, oh my gods!” Harmony complained. “Let’s just focus on finding something to wear.”

“How are you the smartest twin?” I grumbled.

“And prettiest I might have to add.” She laughed.

“We’re identical!”

We spent the whole afternoon trying to find something for me to wear. Something classy but cute, not too extra but it was kinda hard since we had no idea where he was planning to take me. Luckily my mutation would allow me to change if needed. So, we agreed on jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt along with denim jacket.

“You look awesome sis. Go get your boy.” Harmony said before pushing me off her bedroom.

I met him downstairs as there wouldn’t be a place in the world I wouldn’t recognize that pair of wings and he simply looked… angelic. Except for the leather jacket and ripped jeans. He looked like a dark angel.

He stretched his hand to reach mine and kissed the back of it with a smile.

“Are you ready princess?” he asked when we left the mansion.

“I was born ready angel.”

He hugged me tight before his wings stretched completely and raised us in the dark blue sky. He kissed me while the wind ruffled in our hair and I couldn’t know if the shivers I felt were because of the cold night air or the kiss.

Then I had an idea.

“Let me go.” I whispered. He widened his eyes in shock. “Trust me. Let me go.”

He hesitated but did as I asked. And I started falling.

I could feel the red cloud growing around me and the puncturing felling in my back when a pair of feathery wings, just like his, grew before it was too late. He met me halfway back up.

“Wow.” Was the only thing he said.

“Ready for the most memorable night of your life?” I said with a smirk, stretching my own wings.

“I was born ready angel.” He quoted me with a smile.

-x-

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sklminho · 6 years

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Soulmate!Woojin

i’m trying something new here so please let me know if you like it!

You can see every color besides the color of your soulmates eyes

You were jealous of people who’s soulmates eyes were blue or green

They could see the color of tree trunks and brown puppies and freshly baked brownies and coffee beans and chocolate

Everyone thought that brown was the lamest one to have but you thought otherwise

You’d grown so accustomed to seeing the blue hues of the sky of the green hues of grass

You were finally ready to find something different

Everyone around your age were finally finding their soulmates

After years of explaining to your friends what the green and blues around them looked like you were ready

“Isn’t brown boring?” your best friend asked you

She had found her soulmate a few years ago, them having green eyes

She told you that day how incredible it was

How the leaves lit up and the grass lightened

She went on and on for hours that day

But you didn’t understand what was so special, you saw that stuff every day

“I’ve never seen it before, but I don’t think it will be.” you told her while staring down at your phone “can you tell me more about it? About the tree trunks and the small puppies?”

“Y/N I think we need to get you out of the house, you’ve been obsessing about it all day”

So, your best friend dragged you to a nearby arcade

The place was full of people and was far too loud

Machines were going off left and right and small kids were running around and yelling

You also noticed a group of kids your age yelling at the top of their lungs while one boy tried to play hole in the wall

He was pretty bad which caused you to laugh, oddly feeling happy watching him

As the cheers got louder, he got better

He was soon getting perfect scores which caused a few of the kids in the crowd to groan

Were they having some type of competition?

Once the boy finished and got a ridiculously high score, half the small crowd of boys basically started screaming, seemingly proud of the blond who scored well

You were intrigued by that kid

As he began to look up from the congratulations of his friends, the boy caught sight of you being pulled away by your friend towards the skeeball machines

“Woojin Hyung, I think you have a secret admirer. She was watching you play the entire time.” the boys began to coo at Minho’s statement

Woojin quickly turned a shade a pink but hid it by reminding Chan that he owed them food since he won

You learned that day that you were really good at skeeball

You totally blew your friend out of the park, scoring double her score

“When did you get so good?”

“I’ve been practicing” you winked at her and bet her that if you could get the ball into the ‘100’ point slot three times in a row that she’d owe you food

You did it of course

Your friend groaned and pulled out her wallet as you guided her outside to the street vendors

The smell of hotdogs quickly filled your nose as you pulled her over to get in line

You stood behind three tall boys who you recognized to be the ones playing the arcade game

They were a bit quieter now, the louder ones off to the side waiting for their food

After they paid for their food, you were about to order when you made eye contact with the blond one

You noticed that he has the prettiest eyes you had ever seen

Swirls of deep browns with tiny flecks of light brown

You could have stared at them all day

Wait, brown?

You both stood there a few moments not comprehending that you actually just met your soulmate

You took a few seconds to look around you

The browns of the tree trunks were finally visible

There were people with brown hair that you wanted to run your hands through

Even the bun of the hotdog the boy ordered was littered with browns you had never had the chance of seeing before

The stories were nothing but also everything like people told you

You could live in the color brown, just live looking into this boy’s eyes for the rest of your life

“You’re,,, you’re my soulmate?” Woojin finally said, dropping his food

“It’s so beautiful” you muttered as you stared into his eyes

The boy who paid for the food gasped as he saw the food now laying on the sidewalk

“Woojin what the-” he stopped himself as he noticed what was happening and excitedly ran over to the youngers to inform them of what was happening

“Okay, but like, he dropped our food,” Hyunjin complained before getting smacked by Seungmin who was over excited for Woojin

Woojin had to leave soon after that, having an important schedule he had to attend to

You both exchanged numbers and went your separate ways, promising to text one another as soon as you got the chance

A few seconds after you left his side, you got a text asking you on a date the next day

You graciously accepted, not hearing the end of it from your friend who was freaking out the entire time.

Your first date was a walk in the nearby park

Which sounded cheesy, but being able to admire the new colors and Woojin was something you wouldn’t have traded for the world

The stories of people meeting their soulmates and seeing color may have been nice

But actually meeting your other half and seeing the color you ever so longed for was so much better

#i might start doing some of these so please let me know if you like it!#stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids drabbles #woojin #kim woojin #stray kids woojin #stray kids au #stray kids fluff #stray kids kpop #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop drabbles #kpop imagines #soulmate au

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haiskulstories-blog · 7 years

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Hai Skül Story #1; 2 Girls : 1 Boy

PART II: Anastacia Raynolds

My name is Anastacia Raynolds. My friends call me Ana. I’m one of the brightest girls in school, but I hate school. Fuck Wilson High School and all the shitty kids that go there. Except my friends, who are OK. We like to hang out and systematically plan the deaths of all the popular kids while we paint our nails and watch Heathers or Twin Peaks. Sometimes we watch My Sweet Sixteen if we run out of popular kids to fantastically destroy.

I do well in school because I’m bright and I’m nice to the kids who are smart but too socially incompatible to aggregate any sense of a circle of friends. Turns out, they are some of the coolest kids in school because they die to have a class next to me and in exchange, they will do anything for me. Usually it’s like: “Will you please get me a cup of water? I’m still working on this problem,” but they are happy to fulfill a variety of purposes. Needless to say: wrapped around my little stinky pinkie.

Part of the reason I like them is because I have a lot of shit to take care of in my life and I don’t always have time to go to Hot Topic in the mall if, say, my striped leggings get a run. Diane Blair works there. She acts so goth with all of their weird, glittery, off-color makeup, but she honestly just makes herself look like a clown. The popular boys seem to like her though, so whatever.

Now, you get the basic idea of what I do in and out of school, except I have a few hobbies I didn’t mention that I like to keep to myself. I’m actually really tight with my family. I have a little sister who I aspire to mentor as much as possible. She is going to Wilson High next year and I’m almost done with her starter kit. It includes profiles on the ten most popular seniors-to-be, including their favorite brands (in case she decides to fall in with them). She’s awfully pretty and I could see her falling in with one of the jocks. I’ve also included for her where the ten people they live and what kind of cars they drive (for obvious reasons, if she follows in my footsteps).

I’m a little bit torn about what social group she is going to choose, but I’ve made a full proof plan to flat out not care. She may be more popular with boys than me since she flat out likes them more than hitting the books, a divergence of our personalities. She’s had some guys over that, yeah, I can call guys, to the point that sometimes I’m slightly concerned for her since she’s still only 14, but the guys drive awesome cars and buy her clothes and she seems happy enough. She gets them to help her with homework, so I really can’t complain.

When we were younger, we used to be a pair of tomboys and would fight like boys with the neighborhood boys, play in the mud, steal the other kids’ bikes and such. I guess we both have the rebel bred into us, we just have matured into different ways in terms of how we logically put it to use. When I started to see the way she was getting guys to do her bidding, I figured she might have picked up better on our mom’s pretty housewife thing.

All for good reason: our mom is a fox. I guess I got girly when I hit high school and switched up my style, started puting on a little makeup. But I still never dropped my boyish pursuits. Quite the contrary. Neither my sister nor my mom were much thrilled when I started excelling in math and became the president of the motorsports club. They end up opting to spend Saturdays at the mall and for reasons I cannot comprehend, Jaqueline, my little sis, never got over going to church. Personally? I say burn it.

They say having a large network of friends is a guaranteed path to increasing the likelihood of longevity. I care a shit ton about my little sister, so when I saw she wasn’t growing out of her Catholic pursuits, I felt I needed to take action, so we could sit together well after our primes, saggy wrinkles eating up the Carribean sun, sipping piña coladas. I had the realization just about halfway through sophomore year and up until then, I’d been hitting the books hard, outperforming even the nerds and not thinking too much about a social life to any degree. But I have a decent amount of foresight and I imagined my girly little sister getting to High School, failing at academia and not having any friends, so I figured I should buff up on the real extracurriculars for her sake; I started going to parties.

It was just around that time that I began to gather a following. My grade is a little weird in that most of the alternative girls are of the gothic persuasion and they simultaneously have a lot going for them looks wise. Using my head to grow my popularity but sticking to my cute and nerdy alt guns, I became a pin-up magnet and I soon had every pierced and ungodly chick’s posts rolling out a black carpet for a funeral-themed wedding whenever I scrolled through my Facebook feed. I guess they were excited by my bad-chick sleuthing skills to find the ragers and for good reason: I got them skin with boys they probably would never have seen until finishing their tattoo artist apprenticeships after graduation.

In turn, I was granted a spot in the throne as the prettiest in a flock of birds who would peck to pieces any sausage party. To put it plainly, we get what we wanted by sheer volume of pussy. I don’t even have to make plans on a Friday and by nine, I know where the party’s at and I know my gang will blow it up and turn even the lamest bangers into a roving burlesque.

And that’s exactly what we did over winter break when Stacy Fields, one of my prettier girls, let on that her boy Monty was having a get together with the basketball team. Stacy had visited Diane at Hot Topic earlier that day and snagged a couple bottles of O.P.I Midnight Glitter, so as soon as the bell rang, we all piled over to her house, ate strawberry Poki and watched The Devil’s Rejects while we spread layer after layer of shimmering jet black nitrocellulose over upwards of 100 nails.

We like to be fashionably late, so we rolled up to the party around quarter past eleven, ten girls decked out in torture garb with purses full of candy in a big black Chevrolet Suburban. When I got inside, it was apparent the party had already started because there were quite a lot of empty bottles sitting around, but the music was a little soft, dishearteningly acquiescing to hoots in a smoky family room focused on a plasma TV playing a videogame.

Monty walked up to me out of the smoke and asked me if I’d like a drink, so we headed to the kitchen where a couple other girls from the South Valley were comparing their boyfriends’ dick pics while sitting on the tile countertop, tugging out of a 32 of Miller High Life. Monty mixed me something strong that tasted flowery and vaguely like blue toilet liquid, but it got the job done. Uninterested in the dick pics, I walked back into the smoky living room, took a hit off a blunt that was being passed around and was lit. Then, I spotted him.

Across the room, sitting on an overstuffed brown faux-leather couch, was Erik Crooners, A-team player for the Wilson Wildcats basketball team. He looked uncomfortably out of place, not playing video games and not doing much at all except just kind of waiting for me to pounce on him and eat him up like he were a cup of soft serve.

Now, please don’t get me wrong. If I told you my taste in men, I’d first have to tell you my taste in women, to have a juxtaposition with with which to easily compare. I like Latina girls: tall, thin, but muscular. If she has a tattoo: especially my type. The more, the better. As for men: ditto! And Erik fits the bill to the ‘T,’ his sinewy body was even just ever so slightly caramel color, surely from all that time he spend with his oafish bestie DeShawn. Even made his white ass look a little bit vato: Swoon!

So then I stood there for like a split second, eyeing his most prominent tattoo, a ridiculously vain spidery scrawling of his own name that seemed to bulge out of his tank top on his left pectoral. I didn’t want to be a deer in headlights though. The faux-leather furniture set made the room feel especially ‘den’-like, so I took off my shoes and pranced over, flinging myself onto the big brown cushion next to Erik.

The whole chase was as much like eating soft serve as it had looked from a distance; all I had to do was pull on the little black bow in my hair and kind of tilt my head to show him my neck and he was melting. He tried to make conversation a little like a car trying to start when it’s battery’s dead. After he tried for the third time to say something incomprehensible, then he just kind of pulled his head back a little bit and squinted his eyes all Chinese.

We were up in the master bedroom for probably 20 minutes. He was acting a little like putty, but I’d had only one drink so I decided to take control. I’d had a crush on Erik Crooners ever since the third grade, ever since he gave me a stupid valentine that had a bunch of misspelled words on it about farm animals. I remember when he gave it to me, I took the sweater I had just taken off and threw it in his face.

Ever since then, my feelings of guilt had sort of blossomed into an obsession with his pathetic attempt, his embarrassment, his red little cheeks after I threw the sweater, stuck in my mind as cute but also loving. But when he came, his face got all sort of red and puffy and his eyes bulged. It was a little repulsive and made me question the whole engagement. I didn’t waste time and quickly got up to use the bathroom. On my way down the hall to the bathroom, I got a string of texts from Stacy:

“Where R U??? //

We jackt the keg! //

Alreds in car + keg + we gonna leave yo asssss!!!!”

Even though I felt like I was about to piss myself, I sprinted downstairs and out into the car. As soon as I got in, everybody started asking me where I’d been and then Felicia shouted out that she’d seen me go upstairs with Erik. While my opinion had just been stilted by Erik and the idiosyncrasies fornication will no doubt pull out of a lover every once in awhile, all of the girls started screaming. The keg had already been tapped and we took turns pulling out of it directly, half the girls in the car, including myself, blacking out by the time we reached Stacy’s house.

Looking back, maybe Erik wasn’t all that bad in bed. I remember at one point he started saying something and it pains me to think that I might of heard him confessing, “I love you.” Maybe that’s why he didn’t pull out and maybe that’s why I had to pee so bad after running out of the room, even though I thought he had. All in all, one thing came out of that night: me, pregnant with Erik Crooner’s baby.

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