#the second i walk out of my class i go on twitter on my way to grab coffee but then i see these two mfs the SECOND i open twt

[spamgyu]

SVT PU - Orange Peel Theory // Drabble

orange peel theory is making it's rounds on local tiktok and twitter. this is my humorous take on how the PERFORMANCE UNIT discuss/deal with the orange peel theory with their significant others.

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SOONYOUNG

he was in the middle of call when y/n had taken a seat next to him on their couch, a snack in hand.

"yeah, i think i can come in and record today." soonyoung motioned for her to hand over the fruit, nestling his phone between his ear and shoulder – freeing his hands.

she shook her head, not wanting to interrupt him, but he was persistent – taking the orange from her.

"no it's okay, i'll be there in thirty." he continued, peeling the citrus. "let me just get dress– i can pick him up on the way too."

without breaking the conversation, soonyoung had managed to completely peel her snack of choice; handing it back once he had finished.

y/n mouthed a thank you to him, earning a wink in return.

"okay, see you later. bye." soonyoung ended the call, turning to her with his mouth open. "ah."

"get your own!" she shook her head with giggle.

pouting, soonyoung leaned closer. "i need energy for when i record."

y/n rolled her eyes at his antics, knowing that he was simply being dramatic – popping a slice into his mouth. "you passed by the way."

"passed?" he chewed.

"orange peel theory. if that's what you were trying to do."

"like a class?"

he had no idea what she was talking about; peeling the orange simply because he wanted to.

"nevermind."

JUNHUI

"baby!" he called out from the kitchen, causing y/n to run in – afraid of what he could have possibly done.

he had insisted on preparing their lunch today, despite it being his first and only day off in months. jun had always been better in the cooking department of their relationship than she was; not bothering to fight him when he had told her that he was completely fine with preparing their meal.

"what happened? are your fingers in tact? are you–"

"look!" jun pointed to the fruit he had peeled.

correction, plated professionally

her boyfriend enjoyed random artistic hobbies, not batting an eye whenever he chose pick a new one up.

even if it was.... fruit peel art.

"you made a flower out of an orange peel?" y/n raised her brows.

"cute right?" he chuckled.

"i thought you were making lunch."

"i am, this is your snack while i cook." he handed her the plate of oranges with a flower peel as garnish. "orange peel theory, baby."

"it's hypothe–"

"sh... eat the orange." jun shook his head, ushering her out of the kitchen.

MINGHAO

"babe, would you peel an orange for me?"

minghao was in the middle of chopping vegetables for their dinner when y/n had entered the kitchen, a playful smile on her face. "is this a sexua–"

"wha- no!" she laughed, walking over to him to show him the tiktok that had been playing on her phone – it was creator attempting to test her boyfriend with the orange peel theory.

she had no doubt he would do anything for her; he'd bring down the stars for her without having asked.

his mother had raised him well.

"hm..." he nodded as the video looped back to the beginning, walking over to grab one of the oranges in their fruit bowl. "isn't it crazy that such a small act can predict how someone will treat you and your relationship."

she watched as he peeled the citrus without tearing the outer in pieces – going in a spiral.

"it's such a small act that shows that your significant other is willing to do anything, no matter how small." he went on. "making their partner's life that much easier."

leave it to minghao to analyze a fifteen second video, instantly knowing the meaning behind the current social media trend.

he split the fruit in half, feeding her a slice. "yummy?"

"yummy." she chewed, a smile on her face.

"i know you were just joking, but for the record," minghao tucked a strand behind her ear, placing a kiss on her cheek. "i'd peel a strawberry, if it means you'd never have to lift a finger."

"i know." she hummed.

CHAN

in a world full of boys, he was a gentleman. or whatever the hell taylor swift said.

despite being the youngest in his group, chan was the eldest in his family and doting on her came naturally – especially since she was the youngest in hers.

she was used to the princess treatment from her own family and chan had no problem continuing that treatment.

y/n knew he would do anything for her... but she wanted him to know she would do the same.

even if he rarely allowed her to.

"fuck." y/n hissed as her fingers slipped yet again in her attempts to peel an orange for her boyfriend.

"you okay?" his voice startling her, causing her to jump.

"yeah just trying to pee– no!" she cried as he took the fruit from her.

"i'll do it." he continued where she had left off, using his body to shield the citrus away from her hands.

"give it."

"you just got your nails done." chan chuckled, turning around once he was finished. "those gems on your nails are going to get lodged in this and you'll end up choking or something."

"ha ha not funny." she rolled her eyes. "it's for you, dummy."

"i dont want it."

"yeah well, orange peel theory." y/n grumbled.

chan threw his head back and laughed. he had heard about the theory from seungkwan and didn't care for it, knowing that no matter how many relationship theories came about, he and y/n were secure in their relationship. though, that didn't stop him from finding her attempts to prove the theory right funny. "you failed then?"

"because of you!"

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[feyhunter78]

By Any Other Name - Nerd!Miguel

Description: You + his last name? He knows it's all hypothetical, all circumstantial, but it's killing him. Artist cred: Lintufrikki on Twitter

Miguel remembers the first time it happened. You asked him if he wanted to get lunch before your next classes, it’s a two-hour stretch, one he knows you’d rather spend at home, and honestly normally so would he. But when you broach the topic, dangle it before him like a carrot on a string—though he knows you’d never do that maliciously, you just don’t understand what you do to him, how you make him feel—he can’t bring himself to say no.

Chick-fil-A, it’s the only food you’ll eat from the student center, and you lean against the pillar with him, your shoulder brushing against his.

“You didn’t have to do that; I would’ve gotten my own food.” You tell him, your expression a soft mix of guilt and gratefulness.

“Don’t worry about it.” He says, looking down at you, at the way you fidget with your nails. They’re that same long almond shape you always get, but this time colored a smooth, glossy pink. They make a pleasant sound when you tap them together in thought, and for a moment he wonders how they’d look against his skin. Not in a vulgar way. Just your hand in his, or pressed to his chest, or resting on his back when you hug him. Or maybe around his throat as you ride hi—he stops that thought in its tracks and pulls his phone from his pocket.

Gabri: So, you’re finally on a date with your sorority girl? Took ya long enough.

Miguel: It’s not a date, we’re just getting lunch between classes.

Gabri: Yeah, okay, and water isn’t wet.

Miguel: Fuck off.

“O’Hara?” The girl behind the cash register calls out.

Before he can even take a step, you bound up to the register, with a happy "right here!" on your lips.

His stomach flips, his hand curls around his phone. You acted like it was nothing, sprang up before he could even react, as if O’Hara had been your last name all your life.

Y/N O’Hara, it sounds nice, he savors the thought, rolls it around in his mind before locking it away.

You hand him his bag with a bright smile. “Want to go sit outside?”

The second time it happens, he’s even less prepared than before. Miguel guesses it shouldn’t be as bad, no one is calling you O’Hara, you’re just walking around with his name on your back, in big white letters. He doesn’t even know why you’re here, this is a chess competition, it’s boring, well he knows you find it boring. He’s tried to teach you to play once, but gave up in favor of hearing you bitch about your sisters, and how no one on exec knew how to do their jobs.

Then he sees Gabriel, with his arm slung around Mina’s shoulders, and it all makes sense. His stupid but big-hearted brother brought you here for “support,” even though Miguel was sure he was going to lose now. How could he focus when you were sitting on the sidelines, proudly wearing his last name for all to see?

It takes all his concentration to not let his eyes flicker to you every free moment he has, and when the competition is over, and he’s come out in second place, he finally relaxes.

Which was a mistake.

You practically throw yourself at him, smiling up at him. “Miguel! That was amazing, you were so fast, and the way you moved the pieces and won—okay I don’t really understand what I was watching, but you did so well! Second place, that’s so good!”

He shoots Gabriel a look, then smiles sheepishly at you. “I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise, Gabriel said people don’t usually come to support, but that he and Mina were going to come today, so I thought I’d take them up on their offer to join them.” You untangle yourself from him and turn so he can read the back of your shirt. “And isn’t this cool? Mina made them, we all have one.”

“Yeah, it’s—it’s really cool, thanks for coming, it means a lot.” He’s sure his face is red, and he pushes his glasses up, clearing his throat. “I hope it wasn’t too boring.”

“Miguel.” You drag out the L sound in his name, giving him a faux annoyed look. “You gotta stop apologizing. I told you; I like seeing you in your element.”

“Yeah, man, don’t be such a Debbie Downer.” Gabriel claps him on the shoulder. “Now smile, I’m taking a picture for mom.”

Miguel smiles at Gabriel’s phone, and you turn towards Mina, whispering.

“They look good, huh? I like seeing Mina with our last name on her, feels likes I’m staking a claim without even having to do anything.” Gabriel says conspiratorially, nudging Miguel with his elbow. “How about you, feeling good?”

Miguel elbows him back. “Fuck off.”

You’re drunk when he finally gets the gift of hearing you say it yourself. You had called him from the bathroom of some frat house, all sad, and dare he say needy? You were whining into the phone, begging him to come get you because you missed him, you needed him.

He weaves through the house, nodding at Brett, who—after Miguel got over his jealousy that definitely wasn’t jealousy—he found to be a pretty decent guy. Maybe a bit too much of a people pleaser, but he was harmless. It was Brett who let him in, after all, who vouched to his frat brothers that Miguel would be in and out, just here to pick up a drunk girl.

His words, which will echo in Miguel’s head maybe till the end of time, were, “he’s cool, just here to get his girl, she drank too much, called him up, he’ll be quick.”

His girl. In the eyes of Brett and a few random guys whose names, he never learned; you were Miguel’s.

He finds you with a friend, leaning against the wall, your head on her shoulder.

“Y/N, your rides here.” She says, rubbing your bicep comfortingly.

Your eyes fly open, and you smile when you see him. “Miguel!”

He crosses the distance between you in two strides. “Hey, you alright?”

“She drank too much, I don’t know what’s up with her, she seemed fine when we got here, but then she just took a nosedive.” Your friend, Janey—he thinks—says, as she passes you to him. “Just get her something salty, it’ll balance her out.”

“French fries, I’d kill for French fries right now.” You mumble, as Miguel wraps his arm around your waist.

“Why don’t we get in the car first and then talk about French fires?” He suggests, leading you back through the house, and into the cool night air.

Once you’re away from the music and the heat of the crowd, you straighten up, and scrunch up your face, bringing your hand to your forehead. “Fuck, I am way more drunk than I thought.”

“Let’s get you home.” He says, trying to guide you towards his car.

You shake your head. “Too tired, can’t walk anymore.”

“Y/N, my car is right over there.” He points to his car that’s no more than fifteen feet away.

“Can’t do it, too far, I’ll just sleep right here.” You say, slowly moving to lower yourself to the ground.

Now he knows you’d never sleep on the ground, never sleep outside or even in a frat house. If you were by yourself, you’d be calling your friends, or an Uber and going home. And maybe he should feel honored that you feel safe enough with him to give into the drunkenness and act silly, but he really doesn’t want to stand here all night.

“No, no, why don’t you just…come here.” He scoops you up into his arms bridal style and starts walking.

“You’re so strong, how are you doing this?” You ask, amazed at his strength.

“You weigh less than the weights I use at the gym, this is nothing.” He says, unable to resist puffing himself up a bit.

“Miguel, you’re amazing, seriously, you’re like a superhero.” You say, looking up at him with such adoration it almost hurts.

“And you’re drunk.” He snorts, trying to focus on putting one foot in front of the other while you toy with the buttons on his shirt.

“Yeah, so?” You manage to undo the top button and are working on the second.

“So, you don’t know what you’re saying, or doing.” He says, his voice pitching up slightly at the end when you successfully undo a third button and press your hand against his chest.

“You know, it’s kinda funny, you’re carrying me like a bride. Like I’m Mrs. O’Hara, Mrs. Y/N O’Hara. I like it.” You look up at him through your lashes, head tilted to the side alluringly.

He nearly drops you. “Y-Yeah?”

You nod then yawn and rest your head against his chest. “I’m tired, no French fries, just sleep now.”

He gently sets you in his car and buckles you in. “Just sleep then, I’ll wake you up when we get to your apartment.”

“Okay, thank you.” You say sleepily, already curling up in the seat, eyes closed.

He shuts the door and rests his elbows on the hood, burying his face in his hands. You’re going to kill him one of these days, and he’ll happily let you.

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[thisisourlovestory]

Safe and Sound

Finnick Odair x reader soulmate AU

Summary: you are a victor from district 4. The Quarter Quell has just been announced. How will you cope with the turn of events coming your way.

Word count- 2.8k

Chapter 1

I woke up early on the day of the reaping. Blinking awake slowly, head spinning from the effects of what even Haymitch from district 12 would class as too much alcohol, not that I’d really ever spoken to him, just from observation. I shuffled into my fluffy slippers and stumbled over to the table in the middle of my kitchen. Sitting down heavily, I groaned as lightning shot through my head and I scrubbed a hand across my face, reaching out to grab a glass of water and downing it in one gulp. Once my head stopped spinning I made myself a cup of coffee, mixing in milk and spooning in an inordinate amount of sugar, I made my way outside and sat on a chair, sipping the too sweet mixture from time to time, hands curled around the mug as I gazed out at the sunrise. Pinks and purples blended together, swirling with orange hues as it got lighter with every passing second. The sun rose above the horizon, bathing me in golden light as I breathed in the fresh air, letting go of all my fears and doubts for a moment to just take in the beauty of the world around me.

The trees swaying gently in the breeze, leaves rustling, songbirds chirping. One landed on my shoulder, twittering a joyful tune in my ear. I tapped my foot to the rhythm, singing quietly, whispering lyrics swept away by the wind. A ringing of the bell snapped me out of it, a harsh reminder of reality, of the games. I gave a grim smile and walked back inside, swigging back the last drops of my drink. Once back in the house I filled up the bathtub with steaming hot water, drizzling some scented oil in it and immediately stepping in. The water burned my skin, turning it red and raw, irritating the cuts on my feet as they stung and I hissed in a vague degree of pain. I grabbed a cloth and scrubbed my body viciously, stripping it of any dead skin and dirt that had collected over the past few days as I had moped around the house just waiting. My hands grabbed a bottle and I poured the contents onto my hair, scraping my nails across my scalp, rinsing it, then tipping a bottle of conditioner into it, massaging the smooth pink substance into my hair, making it smell like honeysuckle, sweet and overpowering.

I drained the bathtub and stepped out, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel. I picked through my clothes, discarding some to one side and placing others over the mirror in my room. I ended up with three options and I frowned as I assessed them. I didn't want something that would make me seem weak, but I still needed to portray the innocence of a child that the Capitol loved me for. Eventually, I settled for a light green dress that fell just above my knees, I studied myself closely, the dress clung to my upper half but flared out at the waist, the loose sleeves covering the mark on my wrist. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, it was perfect; for a second I looked like a girl. A normal girl who hadn't been affected by witnessing death, who got to live a happy ordinary life with her family. And for just that one second I wished selfishly with all my heart that I could be with the person the universe chose for me, because he loved me. I snapped out of my daze and stared into the mirror, light reflecting off the surface and bouncing around my room. I turned away and face planted on my bed, the mattress muffling my scream of anger. My fingers gripped the sheets tightly, refusing to let go for a second as my breathing quickened and tears pricked my eyes. Now is not the time to cry, I berated myself silently, my nose still buried in the bed. Now was the time to stand up and show that I was not afraid, that they could throw anything at me and I would come back stronger. I sniffled slightly, sitting back up and dangling my legs off the bed as I wiped away a few stray tears. I gazed at my reflection again. So different from the confident girl I had been before, now a pathetic weakling, if that's what a few minutes could do to me then I hated to see what damage hours or days could inflict on me.

I heard people talking outside and moved silently to the window.

“Don't worry, it’ll all be fine.” I knew that voice.

“But what if I get reaped,” I knew that one as well, “I can't go back in there.” I peaked out to see Finnick and Annie, engrossed in conversation.

“I promise I won't let anything happen to you,” Finnick continued, gripping her arms and staring at her, “I promise.”

I smiled sadly at the sight, it hurt a little, it always did but I was happy for them. I truly was. I couldn't let my feelings get in the way of their romance, it was quite clear to me that they belonged together, the universe makes mistakes and it seemed like he and I were one of them. They walked back into his house and I stepped back into my own room, closing the window behind myself and trapping the cold air inside. Shivering, I picked out a white knitted cardigan and pulled it on, the soft fabric providing a thin layer of warmth from the chill. The clock on my wall struck 11, I breathed out deeply and walked downstairs, slipping on a pair of beige sandals, tying the brown leather just around my ankle in a bow. Taking a last look around my house I trailed a hand along some of the pictures lining the walls, photos of my mum and I smiling and laughing together from when I was little. It seemed so long ago now, I was no longer a child and my mum was no longer alive. My hand finished on the last picture, the most recent, one I had snapped a couple of years ago of Finnick and I. It was one of the last times I had spoken to him, before Annie. It had been after a particularly nasty nightmare and he had cooked breakfast, pancakes with syrup. He smiled as I got the sticky substance on my cheek and wiped it away with his thumb. I had laughed and held the camera up, both of us smiling widely as my finger pressed down to take the shot.

It was a reminder of happier times, as happy as they could be at least. I made to step out the door but I remembered something at the last second. My shoes. My ballet shoes. If I was going back then I wanted them as my token. Granted they weren't the pair I had the first time, those had long since worn out, but that didn't change the way every new pair of shoes made me feel. What they made me remember.

I had been 4 when I first decided I wanted to dance. I had seen the Mayor's daughter wearing a pair of ballet shoes and dancing in the garden with them on. I immediately fell in love, and ran home to my mother, so excited I talked about them for hours. Every day from then on I would go and watch the girl dance, I would copy her movements until I could do each and every one with the drop of a hat. Then one day a few years later they caught me watching. They had beat me black and blue and sent me running home crying, knees scraped and clothes torn. My mother had comforted me, singing a lullaby as she rocked me to sleep. The next day I woke up to a pile of books on the table and a box topped with a ribbon. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion but my mother smiled gently and nudged me forwards.

“Open it,” she said, “I think you’ll like it.” My eyes widened as I opened the books, there were pages upon pages of text, instructions, they were tattered and dirty but they taught me everything I knew about ballet. How to do the steps, how to strengthen my body and become more flexible, how to fully immerse myself in the dance and feel the music. Then I turned my attention to the package. I ripped the ribbon off and was greeted with a pair of ballet shoes. Slightly worn and ripped but in my eyes they were perfect. I shrieked in excitement and threw my arms around my mother as she caught me laughing.

“Calm down little bird,” she said, ”it's an early birthday present. And besides,” she continued a mischievous glint in her eyes, “I want free tickets to all your shows.”

I nodded my head, pulling away to look at her.

“Do you think I can actually do it?” I asked innocently. Her gaze became serious.

“You have nothing to prove to them, little bird, you hear me. But they will always look down on you, so you can either let them or you can prove that you are more than what they see.” She paused for a second, “You can do it my little bird, and you will be incredible.” I burrowed into her and she wrapped a soft blanket around us, cradling me like I was a baby again. She passed me the packaging and I lifted the shoes out, holding them carefully, as if the slightest move could break them. My thin fingers traced along the fabric, smoothing the heel over and tapping on the box, grinning in delight at the hollow sound it made.

“Go on,” my mother encouraged, “try them.”

I scrambled to the floor and pulled the shoes on, they were a bit loose but I simply tied the ribbons as tightly as possible and tucked the knot in. I stared down at them as I stood there, they were so beautiful and delicate. I wobbled onto the tips of them, my feet pointed, balancing on the very ends of my toes. My mother clapped as I walked around the small living room in them, being ever so careful to not slip over and ruin them. When I finally took them off, my feet had little blisters on them, I didn't care. I would endure anything to prove myself, to show that I wasn't just another district girl. I went to bed the happiest I'd ever been that night. My mother stroking my hair as I drifted into the dreamworld, filled with thoughts of dancing and performing where everything was perfect.

In the present I shook myself out of my reminiscing and grabbed a pair of the shoes, ribbons dangling loose, tucking them into a small bag and slinging it over my shoulder, I slammed the front door behind myself and strode out of victor's village, down the gravel track to the town. The sharp stones cut my bare feet in pinpricks and I winced, regretting my choice of footwear.

A light breeze brushed against my face and I pulled two pearl hair grips out of my bag, twisting the front strands of my hair and pinning them up together. As I walked, I was surrounded by nature, trees filled with green leaves and song birds, beautiful flowers the colours of jewels, fluffy clouds overhead. I breathed in the fresh air just before I reached town, something took hold in me and I twirled, laughing as the skirt of the dress flew out in a circle, it swished around me as I revelled in a moment of happiness, dancing around like a child, spinning wildly, leaping in the air with my arms spread wide for a final minute of joy. My cheeks flushed as I walked past the peacekeepers who had witnessed my outburst, they stood still, guarding the entrance to town. Making sure no one could escape. I made my way to the justice building, ignoring the looks people threw my way. Disgust, worry, pity a few of them among thousands. I strode to the desk where I had to register.

“Name.” The peacekeeper asked.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” I answered, holding out my arm for them to take my blood.

They gestured to the stage and I made my way up, taking in the thousands of faces looking up at me. Children probably grateful they wouldn't have to worry this year, parents glad they wouldn't have to lose another child yet. I look to the side at Annie and Mags, both deep in conversation as if they hadn't even noticed my arrival. Mags hugged her reassuringly and my heart cracked a little, wishing I had someone to comfort me like that. I turned back to stare at the wooden floor of the stage remembering the last time I stood here seven years ago after my name had been called.

I had been shaking like a leaf, terrified as I stuttered how old I was. The looks of pity sent my way by everyone and the horrified look on my mothers face as I had walked up escorted by peacekeepers. Lysander read off the boy's name but I couldn't hear anything, my heart pounding in my ears. I had kept my head down as I was led to a room for my last goodbyes. My mother rushed in and held me close as I cried and she wiped my tears then held my face in her hands and told me.

“You fight little bird. You hide and then you fight, you understand. You come home to me, I'll be waiting.” Then she pushed my pointe shoes into my arms and kissed me on the forehead before she was led out, giving me one last smile as I gripped the shoes. Then I was taken to the train and we were on our way to the Capitol

I smiled prettily for the Capitol, shyly answering any of their questions. ‘Yes I was a bit nervous’, ‘I loved to dance’, ‘Of course I could give them a tiny demonstration’, ‘I would try to win, for my mother but I had never known my father’. That got their attention, the poor little girl from district 4, no father, only a mother who she loved dearly, more than her own life. So when I got into the arena I did what mother told me, I hid and I fought and I got out but when I came home she wasn't waiting for me. She was gone. They told me it was an illness, one that was untreatable. So she was gone and I was left alone. I often thought I would have been better off dead. At least then I'd be with her.

All went silent and I was pushed out of my thoughts as our escort walked onto the stage, dressed outlandishly as always in the flashiest colours and cuts of fabric.

“Welcome all to the Quarter Quell,” he starts, “Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favour.” The usual video starts to play and I roll my eyes as I hear the words ‘War, terrible war’. It's the same every year, a montage and voiceover which has no purpose anymore. We know what happened, we know what's happening now and we really don't need to be reminded of it. After what seems like an age the clip ends and Lysander claps excitedly, he’s the only one and the noise rings in my ears.

“I get goosebumps every time,” he gushes cheerfully,”It just gets me every time. And now for the moment you've all been waiting for, it is time to choose our tributes for this very special year. First the boys,” He walks over to the huge bowl containing one small piece of paper and dramatically dips his hand in. He picks up the paper and unfolds it painfully slowly. “Finnick Odair.” He announces and I have to fight back a cry as he steps forwards, waving and smiling at the cameras, my fingers itching at my wrist as the mark burns from the close proximity to him. Lysander grins almost maniacally as he congratulates him on this honour. Patting him on the back and exclaiming how exciting this will be

“And now time for the ladies.” He says and walks over to the other bowl with three pieces of paper in. I stand nervously, twisting my hands in the sleeves of my jumper as he reaches in and waves his hand around for a minute before plucking a piece out. He shakes it in front of him and unfolds it as slowly as the first one. I breathe shakily, in out, in out. He reads the name off the slip of paper.

“Annie Cresta!”

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[alornights]

⟢ airheads

➜ in which ! stan is head over heels in love with the bimbo girl.

🌷 ﹫stan marsh.

✩ 🦩 warnings﹗suggestive.

🍧 ⟡ notes — me core somehow.

bro i got so carried away with this its so long, i love this sm.

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"Who's that?" Stan murmured nodding his head over to a girl who walked through the cafeteria doors dressed in all pink, looking like a lost deer.

Kenny giggled leaning his chin on his head, "The new love of my life, she's new to town. Dumb and pretty I heard."

"You shouldn't degrade people like that..." Kyle murmured taking a sip of his drink, watching her walk around.

"Totally would bang," Cartman yelled with a grin.

"Like she would ever go for you."

"AY- I HEARD THAT-"

Stan tuned them watching you look around, scratching your hair with some pretty long nails. He sighed standing up, walking over to you, "Do you need help?"

You turned around with a big smile but Stan couldn't help but look down at your chest. "Oh, I just don't know where to sit. Why don't you sit with me!"

"What."

he doesn't understand it. he just can't wrap his head around why he liked you so much.

it wasn't even because of your looks, something about you just scratched his brain the right way.

the way you talk, the way you moved, the way you do anything is just so addictive to him. even you just writing something makes his head spin because it's you.

anytime you talk to him he just blacks out, to be honest, just being around you makes him so dizzy.

the way you pout when you get a question wrong in class has him gripping the table trying not to react to how adorable it was.

"I don't understand." He groaned laying on the concrete ground. "I can't fucking get her out of my mind. It's like she injected me."

"Whipped." Kenny teased passing the ball to Kyle.

"Shut up."

"Probably because you dated Wendy for so long that you're so used to serious mature people," Kyle concluded with a smirk shooting his basketball. "She's dumb, she's energetic, she's cool, she's hot. You like those stuff but you put them aside for Wendy."

"...God I hate it when your smart and right."

"It's part of my charm."

by this point it's mental. there's not a single second where you're not in his brain, even little things get him thinkin' bout you.

would help you in classes he's good at and no matter how much you don't understand it he'll help you get through it.

he thinks you two are a match made in heaven. the emo kid dating the popular bimbo girl? WHERE COULD IT GO WRONG-

loses his mind when he sees you biting the end of your pencil with narrowed eyes trying to understand the material.

gets very flustered when you actually flirt back with him when he accidentally called you gods best creation.

"God's best creation?" You teased leaning over the desk where you two sat and Stan tried his hardest not to look at your rather revealed chest. "Why that means we may be a match made in heaven."

"What."

You giggled taking your hand in his. "You're so cute, Stan."

"What."

he got a bit better but not really.

kenny got hella mad when you started being stan's new passenger princess. instead of all his shit in the glove compartment, he finds a bunch of makeup, candy (not that he doesn't mind), hair ties, and some other shit.

would drive you anywhere you wanted. just ask him and he wills, it doesn't matter what he's doing he'll drop everything for you.

loves listening to you ramble about those reality tv shows or all the twitter drama going on, while very confused, he still loves it.

somehow gets you into rock. he doesn't know how.

bro if you two got to the point of kissing, he's obsessed with your lipstick smudging his lips, it's his fav thing ever.

extra points if you kiss him on his neck and shoulder, HE WILL NOT WIPE THAT SHIT OFF.

if tegrady farms is still around and making money will probably use that money to go shopping with you.

"Are you sure?" You questioned clinging onto his arm as you walked around the mall though the smile on your face said you loved this.

Stan smiled, "Of course baby. I wanna treat you right today."

"Baby?"

maybe he did get bold.

but seeing the way you lit up when he called you that. so he keeps going with it, and he loves how jealous everyone gets.

his dad may complain about all his money disappearing but stan couldn't care less with the way he gets to see you trying on clothes for him like a runway model.

especially those revealing outfits... lord have mercy on him.

couldnt help but stare at your ass when some of skirts and dresses started hiking up.

and tbh if you beg enough, he will get his nails done with you. he fucking enjoyed it, and went back again with you.

bonus, the first time you went with him, you let him pick out the nails and it was your favorite set ever.

and then you started getting very bold.

The two of you sat on the floor of Stan's living room studying for a science test. Stan got lucky that his parents were out of town for the weekend and his sister was off in college.

Unluckily, you two were getting no progress done.

"I don't understand Stan this is too haaard," You whined out loudly throwing your hands over his neck. "I'm boreeed. Why don't we..." You trailed off letting one of your hand land on his thigh, "Why don't we take a break? Have some fun."

"Huh...?" Stan murmured, eyes widened as his body got hotter and hotter with every second, his mind running to all sorts of thoughts.

"So?" You questioned with a pure smile letting your hand trail up.

"Oh."

[yuis-art]

🏋🏼‍♀️ Gym Trainer: Abby Anderson x Fem!Plus size Reader🏋🏼‍♀️

Part 3!

<Hey GUYSS sorry for the delay! I got so nervous dude 💀, I thought my writing was gonna be bad so I felt self conscious! But I wrote part 3!! And part 4 will be soon I promise! <3 BUT I WANNA MAKE FANART FOR THIS CHAPTER, and I’m gonna post it on Twitter! <33>

This Chapter does contain smut! SO MINORS DNI WITH THIS POST! Please!

C/W: Fingering (r receiving), clit play, Praising (good girl, pretty girl), heavy making out, reader squirts , breast play

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“Should I wear Make-up? No she’ll think it’s a date.” You look at yourself for a minute. “What if it is tho?” You say as you grab a little bit of foundation and then do your hair in your go-to hairstyle.

You try to find a cute outfit. Or not really cute, but something she’ll like. You wear some jeans and a black casual shirt, one that really shows off your breast. “I swear half my clothes are so basic. But this will do I guess.” You put on some lipgloss and a strawberry shortcake perfume.

As you’re about to leave you grab your purse and your phone and lock your apartment. You’re standing outside and you’re checking yourself every minute in your mini mirror. “Why am I so nervous, I literally took a class with her not too long ago.” You start texting Nora.

You: Noraaaa

Nora: yes girl

You: I think Abby is taking me on a date.

Nora: WHAT. She’s never this bold. She must really like you.

You: girl I’m so nervous.

Nora: don’t be lol, I bet she’s more nervous than you don’t worry.

As you’re about to text Nora back you get a text from Abby.

Abby: I’m here :)

You’re looking around and you adjust your hair.

Abby pulls up in her light blue beetle, you never expected her to be in a car like that honestly, it’s so small compared to her stature.

You wave and Abby ducks her head a little and waves at you. She gets out her car. She’s wearing a black tank that’s showing off her body again, with green cargo pants and a light jacket.

‘Oh my ggoooodddd’ you think, literally just by looking at her you feel your heart ache, and your sweating. You never realized how tall she was either.

“Hi!” She ducks down to your height and smiles. “H-hi Abby.” You say as you advert your eye contact again.

She’s walking back to her car and she opens the door for you. “After you pretty.” You’re going crazy, she’s using so many names on you and it’s making you go nuts. You already know your face is heated.

You get into the car and she shuts the door lightly but hard enough that it doesn’t slip open. She’s racing to the other side and she jumps in. She puts on her seatbelt and puts her keys in the ignition. “Oh wait hold on.” She reaches over and grabs your seat belt and puts it on for you. She smells so good. She’s so close to you. Face by your neck, hand on your arm. You wish you could stay like this. I know you barely know her but oh my god, if you could, you would kiss her right now. She pulls back and starts driving. You’re just staring at her. Starstucked. She’s smiling and playing her playlist again. Her eyes are on the road. “You’re staring, did. I do something?” She says as she glances over at you for a second and her eyes keep on the road. “O-oh sorry!” You say as you put your purse close to your stomach, clenching on it out of nervousness. “Where are.. we going by the way?” You say, head on the seat staring at her again. “I wanted to take you to this one realllyyy good place. Like they have the best protein filled stuff; I usually go here after my workouts.” She says as you both wait at a stop light. “I’m excited, honestly after our workout today I had no idea what to eat, like I have no idea how to meal prep and, I don’t know where to start.” You look at the road with her. “…I could.. cook for you, I could do meal preps with you.” She glances over again and her cheeks are a little flushed. “Ms Anderson are you gonna cook for me?” You say jokingly and she chuckles deeply. “Yeah of course, I don’t mind and I promise my food is good! Trust me on this.” She says as she stops at another stop light.

You both sit in a comfortable silence again. Until,

“Actually.. ok.” She pulls over, she turns to face you and her cheeks are still flushed. “If you want.. we could go back to my place actually and I could… maybe.. cook for you?” Your eyes widened. ‘Oh my god I’m going to her place.’ “I-I uh.” You start stuttering. “Sorry, never mind it was a dumb idea-“ You stop her mid sentence. “I.. wouldn’t mind at all Abby.” You say with a genuine smile on your face. Her eyes widened. “Ok! Um, let’s see, I may have to pick up a few things. Do you mind grocery shopping with me?” “Abbyyy I thought you’d never ask.” You say with a goofy smile appearing on your face. She rolls her eyes jokingly and she pulls off into the road again.

You both stop at convenience store. She gets out and runs to open your door for you. “Thank you pretty.” You say smiling. She grabs a cart and she waits for you. You’re grabbing your purse out her car and you shut the door. As you look at her. You notice her hand holding out and she looks at you. You give her a ‘?’ Look and she starts smiling at you and she giggles. “Give me your hand cutie.” She says. Your face gets heated again. You grab her hand and she locks it with you.

She’s acting so nonchalant but you’re literally so in love with this girl. You both walk in and your hand starts sweating so much; she keeps adjusting your hands together as she makes it to the meat section looking at all the chicken. “You’re not vegetarian or vegan are you?” She looks over at you and you shake your head no. She adds the chicken to the cart. As you guys keep walking around the store you look at your hand size difference. Her hand is so big; at least 2 inches bigger than yours. You’re daydreaming again, and your thumb rubs over the back of her hand. ‘Oh my god. I Wonder what these would feel like..’ you loose your train of thought as she looks at you. “Do you wanna get winneeee?” She says holding the bottle by her face and tilting it. “Y-yeah! Sure.” You say as you advert your eyes again. “Are you ok? I’m sorry was the hand holding to much?” Abby’s hand slips away. You grip it tightly. “N-no! Please. I like This.” You say to her as you rub her hand again. “Ok, eager girl.” She says playfully. Your face heats up again.

She finished grabbing everything and you both check out. You head back to the car and she opens the door once again for you. The car is silent, she’s driving to her place, her playlist echos in the background. “Abby.. can I ask you something.” She says a light “Yeah?” As she focuses on the road. “Would this count as a date?” You glance at her and focus on the road with a heat coming to your face, I don’t know why you felt so bold all of a sudden, she makes you so nervous but you figured. “And if I say yes?” She looks over at you again and back at the road. You smile and get all giggly. “WHY DIDNT YOU TELL MEEE.” You say, your face getting even more hot. “I-I’m sorry!” Abby says. “Nora told me.. to ask you in a smooth way but to not be forward?” She smiles still focusing. “I-I was gonna ask, but-“ “Abby.” You grab her bicep. “You’re ok! Im completely fine with it.” Your brain gets to thinking. ‘Noraaaa..no wonder she said Abby’s probably more nervous than me.’ you’re wondering why she didn’t just ask you straight up, like you would say no. Abby is too pretty for you to say no. “I wish I would’ve wore something better then.” You laugh. “You look good to me.” Abby says, she glances at your chest for a moment. “I like the shirt on you.” You punch her softly jokingly, and she laughs.

You make it to a nice neighborhood, it’s so pretty, so much trees. She lives in a small house community, almost like apartments. She arrives and it’s a one floor house, she has a lot of plants, mainly sunflowers/daisy’s. She parks in the drive way. “Sorry for the first date being at my house.” She says taking the keys out the ignition. “It’s fine you’re ok.” You say to her. You unbuckle your seat belt.

You both make it in the house. It’s very small but very cozy. She places her gym equipment on the floor by her couch.

It’s so warm in here, her wallpaper is a nice tan color, and her furniture is a mix of a lot of beige and dark grays. She also has ALOOOTTT of books, like a whole library in her house. “Wow, this is nice.” “Thank you.” She says quietly setting the food on her counter top. She takes off her jacket and hangs it up. She looks so good right now. Her arms are showing, her skin looks so soft, yet so sculpted. “If you want you can watch something while I get started.” She puts on a tight white apron with a pink hem at the bottom. “D-do you want me to help.” You say, the way she looks right now oh my god you’re drooling, she’s making you so wet without even trying too. “No pretty you don’t have to.” She says holding your chin and rubbing it. You almost drop to your knees. She rubs your lower lip softly, glancing at your eyes and your lips. “Don’t worry, yeah?” She lets go of your face with a smirk and she head towards the kitchen. Your thighs clench. She’s gonna drive you crazy.

You sit on the couch and flip through channels. The way she living room is set up, it’s an open kitchen so you can see her, but she can’t really see you, all she sees is your head.

You start texting Nora.

You: IM AT HER HOUSE, she’s cooking for me

Nora: DAMN? She must really like you dude, cause that girl never brings anyone to the crib 💀💀💀

You: LMFAO, WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME IT WAS A DATE

Nora: SHE WAS NERVOUS SO I TOLD HER TO ACT LIKE IT WASNT IM SORRY

You: it’s ok 💀, but I’m so nervous I’m just sitting here on the couch and I’m trying to find something to watch, she caressed my lips, MY LIPS NORA

Nora: OMMGGG DUDE GOOD LUCK, let me know how it GOESSS HAHA, you were in her class for one day only and now your at her house 😭

Abby breaks your head up from your phone. “I don’t hearrr anything on the tvvv.” She says as she’s turning on the rice cooker. “S-sorry! Haha I’m a little nervous, I don’t know what you like.” “Whatever you turn on I’m sure I’ll like it.” She says glancing at you. You end up turning on an early 2000s movie. One of those goofy teen movies. They’ve always been your favorite. Hopefully she’ll feel the same. “Oh my god not this.” She says as she comes over to you and leans on the couch staring at the tv. “I haven’t seen this in so long.” She laughs and looks at you. You advert your eyes from her, your face is getting so heated again. “I could change it!” You grab the remote and Abby snatches it. “No no, don’t change it haha, I use to watch this with my dad all the time. So I kinda grown to like it.” She says putting the remote on the counter top. She walks back to the kitchen and you stand up. “Is it ok, if I watch you. I mean, I know you told me you could cook for me, but just in case I wanna meal prep later on in the future.” You say smiling. “Sure I don’t mind.” She looks nervous. “Uhhh, here let me show you.” She holds out her hand and she guides you. She brings you near the counter top and by the cutting board. “I’m gonna show you how I cut my chicken. Usually I do it in squares.” She stands behind you, extremely close, she grabs your hand gently. Knife in one hand gently holding it in yours guiding your hands. Her waist is so close to your back you can feel her breathing softly. She leans over you. “Is this ok.” You’re getting so wet, this is ridiculous. You haven’t had any action in so long and this girl is literally driving you off the rails. “U-uh y-yeah. It’s fine.” You say. She chops the chicken with you and you look at your hand difference again. Her hands are so big over yours, her rough callus hands. You almost feel dizzy, she’s so warm. Is she teasing you? Does she wanna see how heated you can get, how nervous she can make you. It’s almost like she’s edging you, without even going anything.

“Then I cut in squares like this, you see.” We could prep the vegetables next if you want too. She backs away and goes to the sink to wash her hands and you follow after her. You both wash your hands. “Grab the vegetables out the fridge for me yeah?” You nod, trying not to fall over. The tension is so thick, you lean over looking into the fridge trying to find them. She leans over you again, whispering to you. “Did you find them?” “Y-yeah!” You shoot up and hit your head on the freezer door and fall back a little. “Oh my god! Are you ok? Wait let me get something hold on.” Abby grabs you by your arms and lifts you effortlessly on the counter top. Your thighs clench again. She moved you like you were nothing, and you never had anyone pick you up like that. “I think I got an ice pack in here.” She finds it and hands it to you. You place it on your head and kick your feet gently. Abby walks up to you, getting her waist in-between your legs, she comes so close to your face but she ends up tilting your head down so she can she the top. “Ok it doesn’t look that bad, I’m sorry for startling you.” She says as she rest her hands on your hips softly. She’s been close but oh my god she’s so close. Her lashes are fluttering, you feel how warm her face is. You start breathing heavier, you’re getting so wet. She’s all that’s in your mind. “Abby…” You say breathlessly, practically moaning her name. She looks at your face. Her face gets a little red when she sees her position. “Oh I’m sorry!” She says she’s beginning to back up but you try to hold her. She looks at you for a moment. Up and down at your face; and then your chest.

“Abby..” you say again softly. “..Yeah?” She says looking at your lips. “C-can I.. kiss you?” You say. Scared she’ll say no, you let go of her for a second, but instead she leans into you kissing you softly on your lips. You don’t know what to do with your arms so you move them around her neck. Her hands start gripping at your love handles, she messages them and then she uses the other one to grip your thighs. You let out a soft moan, and her tongue roughly slips into your mouth. She begins moving her hands up the back of your shirt, grabbing your bra strap, flicking with the handles. She stops. “Wait.” She looks at you, your hair is already a mess, your breathing so heavy. She’s got you so wet and so dizzy with lust. Your pupils are blown so wide. “Do you.. want this.. I know we barely, know each other. We only know each other through Nora but. We can stop and-“ You kiss her cheek. “I-I do. I promise. Abby, I never met any one like you before. I haven’t really been into dating recently ever since I’ve gained a little extra weight. I felt self conscious to get back out there. That’s why I wanted to start loosing weight, but I realized that I wanted to do it for myself instead down the line, but I didn’t expect the gym trainer to be so hot… and into me.” Abby giggles and caresses your face. “Ever since Nora showed me a pic of you back in college I knew I had to get my hands on you, I just got a little nervous.” She rubs your thigh again and kisses you softly this time. You both end up sitting there just making out on her counter top, her hands on your waist, your fingers in her hair tangling her braid. She pauses again. You whimper a little at the loss of her lips. “I-I’m sorry, did you wanna eat first?”

“Oh! Yeah. Yeah of course!” She kisses your forehead and lifts you off the counter again setting you down. “Go sit on the couch pretty girl. I’ll be done in a sec.” She says kissing your cheek and then your lips.

A hour passes you and Abby are on her couch, watching this cheesy 2000s movie drinking wine, eating the delicious food she made. She made chicken with vegetables and rice. She calls it a very “high protein meal?” But you don’t even care you just really enjoy being in her company. She’s talking about how Nora use to be in college, and how she almost failed half her classes but Nora helped her out so much that she ended up passing. She also talks about her first college boyfriend Owen and how he got a girl pregnant and left her for the girl; which was reasonable, he still cheated on her, but she said they still remain friends tho. You tell about your dating experiences also, and your college dorm mates, and Highschool bullies throughout the years.

You and Abby are laughing so much your stomach hurts, she keeps bringing up her friend group and experiences she’s had.

You’re almost completely buzzed. You forgot how much of a light weight you are when it comes to alcohol, but you still remain completely alert. You both finish eating and you’re snuggling up to her, your back on her chest and her hands are wrapped around your stomach, she keeps gripping it and messaging your muffin top. “What are you doiiinggg.” You say. “Nothing, just admiring you.” She rubs your thigh and your inner thigh, moving your legs open a little. You’re focusing on the movie a little bit, but you can’t cause you feel her hands on your body again, which is making you heat up. She begins kissing the back of your neck, and you tilt your head. You let out a little whimper again as you feel her hands in button your jeans. “Abby..” you whimper. “Yeahh..” she whispers into your ear kissing your cheek. Your thighs clench feeling her breath on your ear. “Hehe, what are you doing?” You giggle. “Does it bother you?” She says rubbing your thigh up and down, smirking. You whimper. “N-no.” You say stuttering. “Focus on the movie, yeah?” She unzips your pants as your eyes are focused on the movie. Her fingers explore your underwear. She jolts a little. “Someone’s soaked. All for me?” She whispers in your ear again, making you clench at nothing. “Th-the way you’ve been teasing me all night, I-i.” “Shhh shh, I said focus on the movie.” She says softly. Her fingers circle your clit and your back arches. “Abby.. fuck.” She begins exploring your shirt and she lifts it up in one quick swoop, she caresses your bra and slips her hand in the cup and rubs your nipples. “O-oh my g-god.” Your eyes are still on the movie. “That’s right. Focus on the movie pretty girl.” She says rubbing your clit faster. She begins moving one finger down to your entrance. She circles her movement a little. “One.. or you think you can take two?” She whispers in your ear and begins kissing your neck a bit harsh, sucking on your skin. You can barely breathe, it’s so much already and all she’s doing is rubbing your clit. “…t-two..” you say as you try to keep your eyes open. Your chest is heaving so much, she’s pinching your nipple. Two of her fingers slip into you and you let out a moan. “You like that don’t you pretty?” She says pulling your hair around your shoulder to kiss more of your neck, “Y-yeah.” She’s continues sucking on your neck and her fingers are moving so slow, it’s killing you, she’s hitting your spot so perfect tho, you think you’re gonna cum soon. “Abby..” “Yeah..” She says chucking softly. All you have is her on your mind. Her breathe on your neck, your hand gripping her forearm as she fingers you slowly. “I think I’m gonna..c-cum.” “Already?” She says.

Her movements speed up a little. “Are you gonna cum for me?” “Yyyeaahhhh.” You say moaning, you almost sound like a porn star. Her fingers are speeding up so fast, and her movements on your clit speed up also. She’s whispering so many praises in your ear it’s driving you crazy. “You’re such a good girl, Who’s my pretty girl? Are you gonna cum for me baby?” She’s whispering so softly, buts it’s so loud in your ear. Her fingers are hitting your g-spot so perfectly, your hips are moving so much, you’re chasing your high. You’re clenching around her finger so much. “Cum for me pretty.” You let go. Squirting all over her fingers, your jeans are soaked. Her fingers and still moving so fast in and out of you, but she slows down. Your chest is heaving so much. Your head collapses into her chest and you look up at her. Forehead sweating. The grip you have on her arm untightens. “S-sorry was that to much?” She says. “N-no i liked it.” You say waving your hands up. “…Abby that was amazing.” You flip over and straddle her hips with your thighs and kiss her lips softly. You’re completely dazed. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” She says giggling and pressing her forehead against yours.

She gets you cleaned up. You’re wearing her shirt and a couple of her boxers, luckily she has some over sized ones that’s she’s stretched out I’ve the years a little. They are still a bit tight tho, but you didn’t bring any underwear; cause you never thought it would get to this. Abby comes out wearing her own black boxers and the same black tank.

You’re in her bed with her and she’s cuddling you. Rubbing circles into your back. “Might be too late, but did you wanna spend the night? Cause I could drive you home?” You look up at her. “Abby you just fingered me on your couch, and you’re asking if I wanna spend the night?” She pushes the pillow in your face. “Shut up.” You both laugh and the laughs turn into deep convos and sleepy convos. You spend the night at her place. You can’t wait to see where this leads.

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Summer Time School Boy

Malleus Draconia x GN!Reader Word Count: 677

Art by Hitohanoha on Twitter and Pixiv

It's been in the hella high 90's and I've been walking around in my bikini eating popsicles. Also an anon mentioned liking Malleus. So, here we go.

SUMMARY:

You skip class on an exceptionally hot day. You then find Malleus eating ice cream bars.

Tags: Fluff/Sharing is Caring/I Made This Cause It's Super Hot...

The heat was pushing towards a steady 95 degrees. Far too hot for classes even though the rooms were well air conditioned. You had discarded your blazer in your dorm room. With a text to Ace and Deuce, they managed to ask many of the other students on campus to skip classes in hopes of escaping the intense heat and bullying the Headmage and staff to end schooling for the day. Even those who were accustomed to much hotter weather chose to show their support. So, the day was spent with students lazing around campus or hiding away in their dorm rooms. You climbed the steps to the third floor of the school with a groan. You wanted to collect your worksheets for you and Grim since you were one of the many who chose to play hooky today. 

But leaning over the railing was someone you did not expect to see skipping classes. 

“Malleus?” You spoke his name softly as you stared at him wide eyed. His blazer and vest were gone, leaving him in his thin white uniform shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his forearms and he had braided his loose dark hair back into a ponytail. Unfortunately, with the sweat rolling down his temple, it had grown loose and hairs were flying astray. He turned to look at you, between his fingers was an ice cream on a popsicle stick. Vanilla ice cream mixed with strawberry chunks that were quickly melting along his pale fingers. His cheeks and the tips of his pointed ears were red and flushed from the overwhelming heat. Even the bridge of his nose had gone red. You could see a bead of sweat trickling down his temple as he smiled at you. “My dearest Child of Man, it’s still time for class isn’t it?” He asked as you walked up to him, watching as he took a bite out of his ice cream. “It’s way too hot… Crowley should’ve just canceled classes so all of the first years and some of the second years agreed to skip. I see that you joined in.” You huffed with a smile as you went to stand beside Malleus and leaned over the stone railing. The courtyard was in full view, and you could see Ace and Deuce hiding under the shade of a tree with cans of fruit juice in hopes of cooling down. “Oh? I was not informed of this event being hosted.” He responded honestly and you looked away awkwardly. 

Right, you let Ace and Deuce to text everyone. It makes sense that the one student technologically challenged wouldn’t receive a text. “It must be fate then for you to be skipping out of class anyway.” You tried lightening the mood as Malleus waved a finger into the air around you, and in your hand was an ice cream bar of your own. A pastel blue loaded in chunks of various fruits. You looked over at Malleus with a surprised expression as he licked over his lips. “Lilia advised me that I should not attend teachings for today. This heat is not something we face in Briar Valley. He suggested I stay where I remain cool. Also…” Malleus trailed off with a light bow of his head. “My skin… It tends to burn easily.” He pointed to the bridge of his nose with an almost childish pout as he moved to face you. His downturned green eyes seemed much softer than usual. “But ice cream is enjoyed best when outdoors.” The dragon was accepting of his soon-to-be flaky fate as you lifted the frozen treat to your lips. It was sea salt ice cream, and the taste of the fruits embedded into the ice cold dessert lingered pleasantly. A soft breeze passed by as you gently bumped your hip against Malleus’, causing him to look over at you. “And, it tastes better when you’re not alone.” You reminded gently and took a small bite from your treat. 

His cheeks seemed even redder. But it must be the heat.

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Baby Steps

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 11] Twenty Weeks

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After everything is cleared up, you make up with Satoru and slowly rebuild your relationship with him. You also begin to invite Megumi and Tsumiki over for dinner. You feel as if you’re a small family, especially since the kids are so sweet to you. 

You’re twenty weeks along and there’s a visible bump, and for some reason Satoru smiles like a fool when he sees you. He tries to hide it, but sometimes you see it. It certainly makes you feel better about yourself, so you don’t understand why he tries to hide it. Your body is changing, it doesn’t feel like your own anymore. You’re starting to feel insecure even though you’re growing a new life inside of you. 

Being in your second trimester is wonderful– Not wonderful exactly since you are pregnant, but wonderful because your morning sickness has died down. You are starting to get more cravings, especially in the middle of the night. That’s when you wake up Satoru and he goes out of the apartment because he will do anything for his baby. It’s so clear he loves that baby more than anything.

“Hey, Daisuke… What’s up?” Satoru puts the phone up to his ear. He had completely forgotten about Daisuke the last couple of weeks. He hadn’t even told his friend the great news that he is, in fact, going to become a father. “I’m going to pick up some food.”

Satoru listens to what Daisuke has to say, not really caring until Daisuke asks, “Why are you out so late to get food?”

“I never told you, did I?” Satoru begins, walking to the restaurant you wanted food from. “I’m becoming a father, and the– mother of my child has a craving.”

“What– I’m– Congrats!” Daisuke ends up saying. So the rumors that Leiko was spreading were true. Satoru is expecting, and you are as well. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you had figured it out.” Satoru says before he gets to the entrance of the restaurant. “I have to go. Talk to you soon, bye.”

Satoru has never really cared for friendships. At least not ones with non-sorcerers. He had one real friendship, and that’s gone. Daisuke is just… Someone he occasionally hangs out with. He doesn’t really consider himself to be close enough to Daisuke to go out of his way and share that he's having a baby. 

Maybe he should go talk to Daisuke soon, but he has to talk to you about it first. Satoru really doesn’t like going out without you anymore, mainly because he feels as if he has to keep an eye on you almost at all times. You can’t even see curses, how does he know you’ll be safe?

He wants the best for his baby, so he has to make sure you’re feeling your best. Which is why he picks up food for you so late at night.

-

“Satoru… Wake up.” You tap Satoru’s shoulder, trying to get him to wake up. He’s been working like crazy the past week, and after getting you food really late last night, he passed out on the bed. Apparently he has today off, but you have an appointment and Satoru swears he wants to be present at every appointment. “Satoru, I can’t be late…”

“What?” He groans, about to turn to the other side to be able to sleep more, the bit of sun that enters the room is hitting him and it’s annoying him. He wonders what the hell you need since it’s so early in the morning.

“My appointment is today.” You tell him, which makes him open his eyes. He rushes out of the bed. That was all he needed to hear. Excitement rushes through his body thinking about the fact that he’ll be seeing his baby who’s the size of a banana.

You walk out of his bedroom to let him get ready in peace. You go to the living room and take a seat on the couch, pulling out your phone to talk to your best friend. She’s in a lecture but she’s texting you to kill time. She really couldn’t care less about what is being said. 

You take your classes in the afternoon now, allowing you to do all baby related stuff in the morning. Whether it’d be shopping or appointments. After five minutes of texting with Kaya, Satoru walks out of the bedroom and grabs his keys from the counter,

“I’m ready.” He announces and you stand up from the couch. 

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?” You ask him as you walk over to him. He shakes his head. When you’re close enough, he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead.

“How’d you sleep? I hope my baby didn’t cause too much trouble.” He caresses your back and you smile at him. One hand goes to your bump. 

“I slept fine.” You respond. You end up pulling away because you can’t waste any more time. You can’t be late to the appointment. You go look for your coat, and Satoru stands in the same spot, waiting for you. You come back with your coat, and a smile on your face. “Let’s go.”

-

You wait for the technician with Satoru, both of you impatient to get the appointment officially started. Neither of you speak. You wonder when the technician will get here, and that’s the only thing you focus on. Satoru is about to say something, to fill in the silence, but that’s when the door opens, and your appointment officially begins.

Satoru watches everything intently. You, lifting up your shirt and having that clear liquid squeezed onto your lower stomach, that you were warned it was going to be cold. His eyes stick to the monitor, waiting to see his baby appear on the screen. It feels like an eternity while you two wait.

Until he finally sees his baby on the monitor that’s beside the bed. Satoru holds on to your hand. He feels his heart beat so fast. The technician points at the monitor, pointing out the baby’s head, its nose, its lips. You look at Satoru for a moment, and he’s on the verge of tears watching this. He took off the sunglasses that are usually on his face. It’s so clear how excited he is over this.

“Do you want to know the sex, today?” The technician asks.

“Ye-” Satoru begins but your voice is much louder and firmer than his.

“No. We want to keep it a surprise.” You answer. Which is definitely something you never agreed to. Satoru can’t keep a secret though so he has no option but to remain clueless about the gender of the baby or else he’ll spoil it for you.  You’re lucky Satoru can’t figure out the gender just by looking at the sonogram.

“A surprise… Right.” He chuckles. His mind quickly stops thinking about the gender of the baby when the technician points out the baby’s feet. Satoru is almost astonished at the fact that his baby has feet. “Does the baby have toes and fingers?”

“They do. Because of the position they’re in it’s not very visible, but they do.” The technician responds. She points it out when the baby finally moves, and Satoru can’t help but smile. He just wants to take his phone out and begin to take pictures, as if he doesn’t know that he gets these printed out afterwards.

“They’re so cute.” Satoru comments as if the ultrasound is cute. But he’s just so excited he doesn’t know what to say. He looks at you and smiles, and you smile back at him. You’re only halfway through with the pregnancy, he’s not patient enough for the baby to get here.

-

“Megumi, will you please eat your veggies?” You ask the boy who plays with his food. You’re almost all finished with the food in front of you, except Megumi. After your appointment you forced Satoru to call them and invite them over for dinner. Satoru picked them up, and now they’re here. You might force Satoru to give up his room so they can sleep over.

“They’re gross.” Megumi comments, and Satoru seems offended by the comment.

“I cooked them.” Satoru shares, making Megumi glare at the man.

“Yeah, maybe that’s why they’re so gross.” Megumi comments, and Satoru rolls his eyes. You and Tsumiki eat your food quietly, not wanting to get into their bickering. They’re like siblings, it’s hilarious.

“Do you want more, Tsumiki? Or are you ready for dessert?” You ask, not caring to interrupt the bickering between Satoru and Megumi. You wonder who would win out of the two. The eight year old or the twenty year old. So far Megumi is winning.

“Maybe if you learned how to cook, I would eat my veggies.” Megumi sticks his tongue out and Satoru is about to say something but he stops himself when you stand up and pick up your plate and Tsumiki’s.

“Look, don’t tell her because she’s pregnant and will get upset but… She cooked the veggies.” Satoru whispers, pointing at you. Megumi doesn’t buy it for a second.

“Your baby is going to have a lying dad.” Megumi responds and Satoru raises a brow.

“Don’t bring him into this, and you know what? That’s hilarious coming from you.” Satoru replies, his eyes widening when he realizes he let it slip. He might’ve gone back and asked the technician the gender of the baby.

“Him? Is it a boy?” Tsumiki asks and Satoru shushes her.

“It’s a secret. Don’t.” Satoru tells the children. Tsumiki nods in response, and Megumi rolls his eyes. 

“Do you two want ice cream as well?” You ask, walking back to the table to give Tsumiki her ice cream. Satoru hums in response, and Megumi does as well. “First you have to finish your veggies, Megumi. And Satoru, you're a grown man that isn’t pregnant, go get it.”

“Why did you ask then?” Satoru can’t help but groan when he stands up from his seat. You chuckle as you take a seat once again. Megumi sighs, knowing he has to struggle to finish his food. It’s so gross. Next time he’ll rather stay home.

“I promise next time I’ll cook.” You put your hand on Megumi’s shoulder when you notice his face. The food isn’t that bad, it’s just the vegetables that aren’t as great. Satoru walks back with his ice cream, and a bowl for Megumi as well.

“When am I going to meet your parents?” You bring up out of the blue. He’s met your parents, you’re pregnant with his baby, you don’t know what else he’s waiting for. There’s no time left to waste. Maybe it isn’t the best time to ask since there’s kids right there. But they aren’t focusing since there’s ice cream in front of them. Megumi has put his plate to the side and focused on the ice cream Satoru brought.

“Do you want to meet them?” Satoru asks, bringing a spoonful of ice cream up to his lips. You furrow your eyebrows, confused as to why he would ask such an absurd question.

“Well… They’re going to be the baby’s other grandparents, aren’t they?” You reply and Satoru hums, but that still doesn’t answer his question.

“My parents aren’t a big part of my life so we don’t necessarily have to include them.” Satoru comments. You simply don’t know what to say to this. You wonder why he isn’t so close to his parents, but you don’t want to ask right in front of the kids either. “Also, we have to go see Daisuke soon. Poor guy didn’t realize I was having a baby until last night.”

“I guess we do… But we’re also going to meet your parents. Get into contact with them.” You tell him, and Megumi chuckles.

“What’s so funny, punk?” Satoru asks Megumi, and Megumi shakes his head. It’s so funny for him to see Satoru being ordered around. “That’s what I thought.”

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[hey-kae]

Could you please write a drabble Charles x communications manager!reader, just some cute moments of them at work (like him and the reader are the reader are in love with each other and everyone knows it except them). Really in some mood for fluff after yesterday's race😩 I love your writing so much🫶🏽

a/n: communication manager!reader trope my beloved 🫶🏻

Your eyes followed him around as he walked back into the team hospitality and deep down, you were hoping he was okay, but when his eyes looked you way, the stack of paper cups on the table across from you became more interesting.

He didn’t notice you looking but his own gaze lingered on you as you talked to a co-worker, an irrational thought in his mind making him wish you would try to talk to him as more than just a colleague for once, that you would simply come check if he was okay.

You didn’t notice him looking either, but every other person in the room did. Everyone always noticed the way you looked at him and the way he looked at you, but Charles was still oblivious to it all and so were you.

Between you and him, it was really a pile up of small moments that snowballed into something more. He was a co-worker, a boss technically but he never treated you as such.

A few months into working with him, you showed up upset one Sunday. He sat you down in his driver’s room and told you to relax, that he’d listen if you wanted to talk. He brought you coffee and snacks and sat with you in silence until he was called into the garage for a practice session.

Even then, as he walked to the pits, he was still busy on his phone, sending you the link to his cheer-up playlist, which surprisingly worked wonders, considering his go-to music was depressing.

Last season, after a Ferrari strategy disaster-class, you had walked in on him angrily throwing his things around. At first, Charles really expected you to judge him, tell him he’s acting childish, but when you started throwing things with him, he broke out in laughter and hugged to his chest for a second too long.

There was no going back from then on.

This year’s Miami GP was a big point of criticism towards Charles, with the jokes of him being crash prone filling social media, and when during the interview post-qualifying, an interviewer made an out of pocket comment, you had snapped at her, leaving Charles staring at you with an adoring look.

“I think we’re all professionals here and we should always be reminded of our professionalism and supposed objectivity during these interviews. Isn’t that right, miss? I do believe the media pen is not a place for you to project your personal perspective on the drivers’ skills and piloting abilities but since you fail to do that and to maintain a respectful tone, I believe this interview ends here.”

After wrapping up the remaining interviews, you walked alongside Charles back to the hospitality, and he was donning a small smile that had only one explanation.

You stepped inside and went to grab a bottle of water but instead, you were abruptly pulled into the familiar small room with the monegasque flag and the CL on the wall as it’s most prominent characteristics.

Charles was looking at you with a really amused expression and an ever-charming smile that never failed to make your heart beat faster.

“That was-… I love you.” He blurted out when he lost the words he had planned to say, his eyes widening as he realized what he just said.

“What?” Your eyes mirrored his.

“Shit. I shouldn’t have said that, even if i do mean it. Scusi.” Sorry.

“No, I actually think you should say it again.” You laughed and wrapped him in a hug, letting him know you felt the same way about him as he did about you, and as he kissed you as a reaction, you mumbled against his lips, “I have a burner account on Twitter from which i argue with your haters.”

a/n: thanks for you request🤍

[skrillawrld]

𝐆 𝐈 𝐑 𝐋 𝐒

𝐘 𝐔 𝐌 𝐄 𝐊 𝐎 𝐗 𝐁 𝐋 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 ¡ 𝐅 𝐄 𝐌 ! 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑

➜ 𝐒 𝐌 𝐔 𝐓

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

“You Lose.” You heard, as Yumeko yelled out triumphantly. This was your third time losing against her and you just kept digging yourself deeper in debt. However, Yumeko didn’t mind, she was always fascinated with you. Your attitude, your style, and the way you carried yourself. So elegant and magnificent. She admired how you never took shit from anymore, including her and Kirari.  

She smiled down upon you, she knew she had you where she needed you to be. Saying that she was obsessed with you would be an understatement, she’s always with you, even when you thought she wasn’t. Funny thing about it, she’s literally your dorm mate. Whenever you thought you could catch a break with her you couldn’t, she was everywhere. Though your doors separated you both she always found a way to be up under you and in your personal space.

“How are you going to pay me, my dear.” She asked. She had you stuck, because What money did you have to pay her with? You gambled all of your money on the first and second game, expecting the third game to be your chance to win. I guess luck was never on your side.

“I’ll have your money soon.” You told her, you knew it wouldn’t slide, you knew the rules, and yet still tried to slither your way from them? she could’ve laughed at how pathetic you looked right then and there, but she refrained from doing so. She was already planning on making fun of you since you had to be her house pet.

“That’s not how it works and you know it.” She grinned in your face. Her voice leaking with dominance. Were you panties wet at the moment? Maybe, maybe not. Not any of her business anyways. It wasn’t as if you would subtly tease her because you thought she may of had something for you, totally not that. 

One thing about Yumeko, she noticed everything about you, and in that moment she watched as your thighs clenched together at her voice. She smiled, placing the house pet tag around your neck and pulling your face closer to hers. 

“I’m onto you sweetheart.” She whispered. She then left you in the room by yourself, to do what? Maybe think about what she meant probably, but you were thinking about something else. 

You were thinking about every position she could possibly have you in while you enjoyed cumming on her face. Just the though of being so intimate with her sent shivers up your spine. Your pussy clenched in excitement as your clit throbbed in pain, you couldn’t contain the dirty thoughts from spilling out. You needed to get to your dorm and get there quickly, but you still had class. You’d just have to ask to use the restroom and thug it out from there.

“Can I use the restroom please?” You asked the professor.

“Of course but you’ll miss some notes.” He stated.

 “I’ll give it to her.” Yumeko stated. 

“Thank you Ms.Jabami, you may use the bathroom now.” The professor said.

As soon as you reached into the bathroom you went into the furthest stall from the door. Pulling your skirt and panties down, staring at the stickiness left inside. You’d have to make a makeshift pad when you were done. You pulled out your phone, the phone you really weren’t supposed to have, and opened the twitter app, you switched from your regular account to your private and scrolled until you saw a lesbian video that fit your satisfaction.

The seat were clean so you sat there and spread your legs, You sat there watching as the two girls in the video tribe with one another until one started squirting. You began pumping your fingers into yourself at a fast pace, hoping no one would walk in and hear the squelching noises your sloppy pussy was making. Your orgasm was approaching quickly. You placed your phone on top of the tissue holder and started rubbing your clit while fucking yourself on your fingers. The sight was straight from a porn scene, you wished she were there to watch, to call you a slut or tell you that your such a dirty whore for toying with yourself in public. The thought of her punishing you for cumming without her permission sent you into your orgasm, you came hard. Spasming and squirting on the floor.

Just as you were done you heard the bathroom door open. You quickly wiped up the mess you made and walked back to class, or at least try to. 

“You took quite some time, and your legs are shaking, are you okay?” Ryota asked. He was truly a sweet boy but at that moment you wish he’d shut up. Mary and Yumeko then started looking at you too. You couldn’t read their facial expressions much. Mary’s was neutral but you could almost see the look of mischief in her eyes, and Yumeko didn’t hide hers.  

“How was your trip Ms.L/n.” Yumeko whispered in your ear. You chose to ignore her until whenever, but you knew whenever would probably be until tonight, she’d make you talk to her if you ignored her too long.

“I’ll see you in our dorms.” She laughed out. You knew that meant nothing good, so you decided to avoid her by staying in the library until you thought she was sleeping. Usually you slept in early so you never got to watch her fall asleep, you were just hoping she was asleep.

You began walking back to your dorms, it was around 8:30-ish. Everyone was supposed to be in their dorms by 8 but you pleaded with the librarian to let you “study” for a little more. 

As you entered into your dorm you could immediately feel her dominating presence looming from the couch directly centered in your living room, your worst nightmare had became your reality, and luck definitely proved not to be on your side. 

She sat there, manspreading in nothing but a tank top and shorts. The sight of her sitting there in that position had your mind in a frenzy. Her tits were spilling out her tank top and you could see her nipples were hard. You started to walk to your room but she started speaking.

“Were you planning on ignoring me all day? Are were you going to talk to me when you finished “studying?” She asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about and I honestly don’t care either. I’m tired and ready to go to bed.” You told her but she didn’t care, she got up out of her position and began walking to you. She then stood, towering, over you.

“What did you do in the bathroom earlier today?” She questioned. You watched as her lips move but you weren’t listening, her boobs were right in your face, and you really wasn’t better than any man. You started imagining all of the positions you’d have her and giving her pleasure in. 

She noticed you were zoned out and gripped you by your throat. Your pussy instantly clenched, you wanted her so bad.

“Since your thoughts are always somewhere else when I’m speaking to you I guess I’ll have to get physical she grunted in your ears. This side of Yumeko was honestly surprising, in class and around people she was always a “cheery” person her aura was dominant, but now her and her aura was dominating over you. 

“How are you baby? You know if you wanted my help you could’ve asked. You know I’d help you with anything. I notice the little things you do to get my attention, and it works. They always did, I noticed when you’d clench your thighs when I looked at you, or how you wear your night dress without panties and purposely bend over because to reach the remote because the Tv was “Too loud.” You’re just as much as a pervert as I am.” She stated. 

She gagged you good. You were speechless, you knew all the things you did but you didn’t expect her to throw it back up in your face. She then looked down at you then your lips, you knew what she wanted and you wanted it just as bad. You began to lean in to let her know you wanted her, and she yanked your neck and started kissing you roughly. You couldn’t help it, your moans started spilling out of your mouth and loudly.

She then placed her leg between your thighs creating friction on your clit. She had you right where she wanted you, she wanted you to need her, to depend on her for pleasure, she wanted to ruin you. To watch as your pretty tears fall down your face as she ate you out into your nth orgasm.

“You’re such a pretty girl, my pretty girl, yeah?” She moaned in your ear.

“Mhm, just your pretty girl !” You moaned back as you humped on her leg. She decided to carry you both back on the couch while kissing on your neck. She placed you in missionary while she sat at the end of your pussy.

She slid your panty to the side and grinned, you were so wet, so wet that it connected to your panties when she started pulling them completely off. She began kissing from the back of your thighs all the way to your clit. She then latched onto the bud, causing you to arch and let out a pornographic moan. She almost came just from the sound alone.

“Look at this pretty pussy baby, and its all mine. Your sloppy cunt is all mine.” She voiced. Staring into your eyes causing you holes to clench. Her expression meant she was serious. She then went back to eating you out, she inserted two fingers, curling them up and started pumping in and out of your pussy, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“Yumeko, I’m gonna cum!” You choked out. She didn’t care, her eating you out was for her pleasure, it’s something she’s been waiting for.

“Yeah baby? Cum for mommy.” She said lowly. You then came, squirting in her mouth. She was a little shocked, she had no clue you were a squirter. She then licked up all your juices and started to tongue fuck you until you came two more times.

After she had her fun with you she placed you on your knees as she stood in front of you, she collected your braids in a ponytail and started thrusting your face into her pussy. She had no panties on so you tasted everything.

“You look so good for mommy baby, you look so perfect down there.” She said, taunting you. She then took her pant off and shoved your nose onto her clit.

“Open your mouth, and let me see your tongue.” She groaned out. After you stuck your tongue out she continued to fuck on it,  moaning out how you were such a good girl for her and how she lives to satisfy her cute little house pet, and that you were the love of her life, she even threatened to find you if you ever left her. Something you had no plan on doing. 

She was close to her orgasms, leaning back on the chair and watching as you forced your tongue into her messy pussy, she wanted to take a picture so badly to remember this moment, she wanted everyone to know you were hers and she was yours. After she creamed on your tongue, you licked it up and smiled at her, she was so cute. 

She then carried both of you into the bathroom to shower, in there she massaged your body while whispering sweet things into your ears. When you both were done she went into your room and laid down while you laid on top of her. You began massaging her boobs and placed one into your mouth while pinching the other one. She watched as you fell asleep, tired from todays events.

“Next time I have to dress you as a kitten and have you roleplay.” She laughed.

She then drifted off to sleep, not without giving you a goodnight kiss though.

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[heyybaejjk]

༏ᖫྀ ⋆ ࣪ human ao'nung hcs ! pt. 3

pairing: ao'nung x fem!reader

summary: human aonung hcs

warnings: none

Mans definitely is going for an ATAR course and for his HSC ‼️‼️

I feel like the main classes he chose are:

- Music

- Design & Tech

- Math Standard 2

- English Advanced (only because you prob do it)

- Marine Studies (cmon now fishlips)

- SLR, the only non-ATAR subject because it's more of a chill subject.

Hates math with passion, only chose it because you chose it.

If he isn't in one of your classes then he loves to leave class at least five minutes early to walk to your class and wait for you

Some teachers have caught him walking out, but it's the second term of school, they're already used to him doing this

Term 1: "Miss, what the fuck is that right behind you? Is that a spider?!" Ao'nung screams frantically, pointing behind the female teacher with his eyes widened and mouth gaped.

"What!? What is it!?" The teacher yells as she turns around to the white wall that faces her. An empty, blank wall painted with nothing. Confused, she turns back around and sees a tall figure run out the door.

Term 2: "Miss, there's a big ass fucking spider on your shoulder!" Ao'nung yells, a slender finger pointing to the teacher's shoulder. "Ao'nung, leave already," The teacher rolls her eyes as she was already used to his stupid tricks.

"Oh, okay." 🧍‍♀️

During the break, all people see is 👫

If you do food tech as one of your classes, bro's begging for you to save him some food that you made in class.

"I had theory instead of prac today, I'm sorry, Nung. I didn't make anything today, but I made lunch," you giggle as your boyfriend's heavy weight drops on your back, pulling you into a hug. His long ass arm wrapping around your shoulder. "That teacher of yours is a stank ass liar-"

A cough from the sideline erupts, causing you both to turn your heads. There, stood a mid-thirty-year-old man, tapping his foot aggressively, eyeing your boyfriend down. "What was that, Ao'nung?"

Let's say you got into a fight once...

You ate that shit up.

Having a fine ass man like him, people can't help but stare respectfully

Others.. not so much.

Others really can not take the hint, or even the answer no. Especially, and specifically, a girl in your class named Ray. Yes, the same girl from before. A few months after the incident of Ray texting your man, after multiple times blocking her, it seemed she didn't care after she made a new account. Her non-stop texts weren't harmful at all until she sent a rayraybae: I'm better than her in so many ways, just let me in your room and I can prove it ;) No doubt your man screenshotted it and sent it to you straight away! 🤣👏

The very next day, you rock up to her class and confront her, to which she just laughs in your face. Already prepared to hit, you put your hair into a tight ass fucking bun and tie your hood up, then proceeding to punch her square in the face. Turning into a whole fight where students walk in for class, only to whip out their phones to record.

Let's bffr, it's a high school fight. It either turns into a whole ass fucking brawl or a 1v5 or wtv. (I've seen it at my school personally or on Twitter so 🤞) For the sake of this, let's say no one jumps in.

Along the sideline, you can hear Ao'nung screaming "Yeah! Yeah! Get her ass!"

When you're finally pulled away by Ao'nung you both bolt out of the room and out the gates.

You both aren't big fans of skipping school, but today seemed like an exception.

this is so booty cheeks and so short, I'm so sorry 😭😭♥️♥️♥️ @yourstrulyyyyy

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Psychotherapy

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Pairing: Zenin Naoya x f!Reader

Naoya is forced to go see a therapist to help his attitude so he can find a wife.

Words: 4503

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Spit Kink, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Face Slapping, Face-Fucking, Light Bondage, Light Dom/Sub, Edging, Degradation

Early 2017

You’re on a beach in Malaysia; ocean waves crashing playfully against the shore as you sunbathe on the white sandy beach. Palm trees stand tall and proud, providing just enough shade, dancing ever so slightly with the soft breeze coming off the water.

“What man lets their woman have a job? Is there something wrong with your pussy?”

Birds fly overhead, dipping down to the sea to catch their next meal, feathers illuminated by the rays of the sun. Others sing the song of their people as they pass by, on their way to the next stop with the flock.

“There’s only one thing worse than a woman, and that’s a woman who can read.”

Is this son of a bitch the CEO of misogyny? Holy shit.

Whoever told you to meditate to relax when you have a horrible patient is a goddamn liar because when they open their stupid mouths, it’s ruined. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, finally opening your eyes to find a pair of sharp, cynical brown eyes staring back at you.

If you had realized this session was going to be with Naoya fucking Zen’in, you would have noped your way out of that so fast. This is what you get for not reviewing your case files due to the recent influx of patients.

Be professional. Be professional. Be professional.

“I took many years of-”

“Therapy isn’t a real profession anyway.” The blonde douchebag interrupts, waving you off as he sprawls on the chaise in front of the window in your office.

It took him all of 30 seconds to begin pissing you off. Barging in during your last session with a client demanding his start immediately, all the while using phrases like “do you know who I am?” and “wait until my father hears about this.” You rolled your eyes so hard it’s surprising they aren’t on the floor right now.

The window he’s next to looks out to a beautiful, quiet, wooded scene. If you killed him, nobody would be able to see you bury the body, save for the animals. And they wouldn’t say anything. Most would probably come by to pick at the fleshy parts of his skin, assisting with removing evidence making it harder to identify that it was you who had murdered the heir to the Zen’in clan.

It would be easy. Incredibly so. You’re unsuspecting. There’s nothing stopping you from walking over to him and stabbing your pen right into his eye. People think of you as the quiet shy type, when in reality you choose to keep to yourself to avoid being part of the office gossip, and if you had to admit it, you’re a little tired of all the shit your patients say too, which only adds to the quiet, unsuspecting demeanor.

“I took a psych class once, so I totally understand how to analyze people.”

“It’s not my fault those women are mad. I never agreed to be exclusive.”

“I didn’t kill the men at the fair. My henchmen did.”

If you played your cards right, you could probably talk Satoru Gojo into helping you cover it up. You haven’t seen this yourself, but word around the water cooler is things are so bad between them, that when they’re here for their sessions at the same time (the rare times Gojo actually shows up on time), they have to sit in different waiting rooms.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and kiss your teeth, choosing to ignore his comment like the goddamn professional you are. You didn’t get your master’s degree to be talked down to by someone with too thick eyeliner and too many piercings looking like a failed alt emo boy.

It’s probably best to ignore his snide remarks and continue with the session. The sooner it gets started, the sooner it can be over, “Naoya, wh-”

“ Master Naoya,” he interjects, clearly annoyed you’re not referring to him the way he deems worthy.

“Right….” There is no way in hell you’re referring to him as ‘Master’ in any lifetime. “Anyway. Whose idea was it for you to be here today?”

You don’t need to review his case file to know why Naoya’s in therapy. Everyone knows. In order to take over as clan head when his father passes, he needs to marry, except he can’t get anyone to agree to it, because he’s literal human trash. Hence the mandatory therapy to try and… remediate some of his issues.

“Isn’t that your “job” to know?” he uses air quotes.

You were hoping if he said it aloud, admitted it, then it would act as a sort of eye opener for him or at least a first step. Looks like that’s not the case, he’s content continuing to be a shitty person.

“This is why women are only good for breeding.” He groans, rolling his eyes.

“Holy shit. What the fuck is your problem?” You ask in disbelief and the words vomit from your lips before you can stop them.

He furrows his brows, turning his head to meet your gaze before eyeing you up and down. He makes a point to stop and stare at your tits and lips, not bothering to meet your eyes again.

“Who do you think you are, speaking to me like that?” He seethes, “a wench like you needs to be put in her place,” he looks you over once again before his lips curl into a wicked smirk. “You’re decent enough looking. I guess I’d be willing to take one for the team to teach you a lesson.”

Fuck professionalism. This guy needs knocked down a peg or ten. “If I wanted a good lay, I’d visit Gojo. Hell, I bet you wouldn’t even measure up to Toji on your best day.”

“I can fuck whores like you ten times better than either of them could,” he spits back.

“I hear Gojo’s a generous lover.” Why bring Gojo into this, specifically? Just to stir the pot. Rile him up and piss him off, just as he’s done to you. Everyone knows the stories of the infamous playboy. Huge cock. Can go all night. Has a strict ladies first policy when it comes to getting off.

“I bet you don’t even know where the clitoris is.” He’s definitely the kind of guy who only cares about only his pleasure; it would come as no surprise if he’s never gotten a woman off before.

He sneers, “every single one of my servants comes crawling back for more.”

“Weird way to say cousins.”

He stares at you, fire burning in his eyes. Anyone else would probably think he looks shocked, and maybe he is, just a little. That a lowly window has the audacity to speak to a sorcerer this way, let alone the next head to one of the big three.

Shit. Are you gonna do this? Are you gonna challenge him so he’ll prove it?

Yes. Yes you are and you can literally feel the feminism ascending out of your body as you make up your mind.

Standing, you unbutton a few buttons from the top of your blouse to accentuate the swells of your breasts and loosen the knot on your ascot, slipping it over your head as you make your way over to Naoya, sliding it down his neck and tightening maybe a little too tight.

Leaning down, warm breath tickling the shell of his ear causing goosebumps to form, you whisper, “prove it.” He wastes no time in grabbing your free hand and placing it on his erection with a pleased smirk.

Of course he’s turned on. Probably thinking you’ll easily submit to him.

As you stroke his clothed cock, he lets out a quiet, satisfied moan as your other hand pulls the ascot a little tighter, no longer worrying if it’s too constricting.

Honestly, if he died, you wouldn’t care. Satisfying for you. Humiliating for him.

“Be a good boy and open wide,” he glares, clenching his jaw in a surprisingly quiet refusal. Letting go of the ascot, you grab him by the hair, forcing his head back until he opens just wide enough for you to gather saliva and spit it in his mouth.

“Swallow.” You demand, his eyes wide with shock. Once he regains his composure, he flips you over, slamming your back against the couch.

“I’m going to fuck your goddamn brains out,” he snaps, “and you’re going to regret spitting in my mouth like a filthy slut.” Naoya grabs one end of the ascot, pulling harshly until it comes untied, tossing it aside and you watch it float to the ground next to the chaise before turning your attention back to him.

There’s tension in the air, as the two of you stare at one another, swallowing thickly before your lips crash together, the sensation immediately sends a jolt between your thighs. The kiss is aggressive and greedy; more tongue and teeth than actual kiss and part of you is still shocked you’re going through with this.

As he pulls away, he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to leave a bruise, still trying to prove his dominance over you. Then in a move that takes you off guard, he trails several nips and kisses down your neck and collarbone. While he does this, you lift your hips and pull your pencil skirt up, so he’s not tempted to rip it off, letting it pool at your hips. At this moment, you’re incredibly thankful you wore your lace bra and panties today, even if he doesn’t deserve to see them.

“Spread your legs,” he snarls, forcing them open on his own and slipping two fingers into your aching cunt, making you whimper and arch your back due to lack of proper preparation. He quickly pumps his fingers while angling them perfectly. You let out a quiet whine when he begins to stroke the spot inside that makes you see stars while his thumb grazes teasingly over your clit.

Guess he does know where the clitoris is after all.

“You try to act tough,” he brushes his lips against your cheek and jaw until he kisses a spot below your ear, “yet here you are, so clearly desperate for my cock like the slut you are,” he whispers before clamping down, biting, and sucking at the spot on your neck. Thrashing below him, you try to nudge his head away with your shoulder to get him to let go.

“No marks! Jesus Christ, I don’t want people to know I fucked you!”

He smirks against you, knowing he’s not going to let up, and bites down on the crook of your neck this time. Gasping, you grab him by the hair and pull him away before smacking him, hard, across the cheek as he lets out a loud moan.

“You fucking liked that?” You furrow your brows and narrow your eyes, surprised by that turn of events.

“Shut the fuck up!” He growls, his lips meeting and moving along yours again in an attempt to keep you quiet. And really, you don’t mind as it gets his misogynistic ass to keep quiet as well.

With your mouths busy, his fingers working their godforsaken magic and your hands in his hair, you’re building up for a crash. A tsunami. An unraveling of the greatest proportions… and then he removes his fingers, pulling away from you completely with a cunning grin spread across his stupidly beautiful face.

“Christ, Naoya, I didn’t even cum. How pathetic .” You spit, knowing he’s edging you on purpose for pissing him off, “you sure you can fuck better than Gojo? Because at this point I’m really doubting your skill.”

“You don-”

“Shut up and get undressed. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

He stops and stares at you incredulously, “You’re the wo-”

“I’m not going to undress you. Do you want your dick sucked or not?”

Finally, finally , he closes his mouth and begins to undress from his kimono, as you take the opportunity to remove your own clothes as well.

Once the two of you are undressed, you push him onto the chair so he’s sitting; before lowering yourself to your knees, you take a moment to admire his body.

He’s leaner than you anticipated, and unbelievably toned – similar to a gymnast. Naoya has a pretty face, there’s no denying that, but having an equally pretty cock is just unfair. Standing painfully hard against his abdomen, the tip flushed red, already leaking precum. He’s average girth, but the length is impressive alone.

Based on his ears, you anticipated some sort of genital piercing, like a Jacob’s Ladder – something he could never pull off. But instead, he has a Prince Albert, which has you practically drooling at the sight.

However, that nice surprise is immediately negated by the intricate tribal tattoos with thick swirl patterns laying along one shoulder and down the left side of his chest. On the other arm lays a single thin barbed wire tattoo in the center of his bicep.

God . How incredibly douchey.

“Look at me.” You command as you sink between his legs, “you think this is where I belong, don’t you?” Grabbing his cock with a firm grip you stroke excruciatingly slow as he emits a loud moan and squirms beneath your grasp, “on my knees, between your legs. But don’t forget,” you give a small kitten lick over his tip, “I’m choosing to do this.”

You move a hand to squeeze his balls as you slide your lips over his tip and hollow your cheeks. As you expected, his hand immediately tangles into your hair, gripping tight. You have just enough time to relax your throat before he slams your head to meet his neatly trimmed groin.

As you gag and sputter with his length at the back of your throat, spit pools and dribble from your mouth, coating the lower half of his dick you’re unable to fit in your mouth. He tightens his grip, so tight, there’s no doubt he will have several ripped off hairs laced between his fingers by the time he finally lets go. He pulls back, just enough to give you a second to catch your breath before slamming you back down, nose to groin, repeatedly. Recklessly.

Tears begin to well in the corner of your eyes as he lifts his hips to meet the back of your throat, where you’re sure he’s bound to leave bruises.

“Fuck, that’s good. This is what you were meant for.” He throws his head back, eyes closed relishing the feeling of taking control of the situation.

There isn’t a lot you can do in this compromising position, so you let your teeth graze his cock in a little act of defiance as he continues to force your head up and down. He lets out a mix of stifled moans and angry grunts at the feeling before pulling your mouth off of him, bringing your gaze to meet him.

“No teeth, bitch!” He spits before slamming your head back down his length, continuing to force you to deepthroat him with every thrust. After a few minutes, his thighs begin to shake and a strained groan leaves his lips as he bucks his hips up, causing you to choke as ropes of cum slide down your throat.

“You better swallow every last drop,” he pants, “a filthy whore like you should be grateful for getting to have Zen’in seed inside you.”

After you swallow around him, to the best of your abilities, he releases your head and you make your way to the surface gasping for air, working to recover quickly. At this point, he owes you several orgasms and you’re determined to get them.

You would lean up and kiss him right now, forcing him back on the sofa so you can ride his face, but he seems like the kind of guy who would relish the taste of his own cum – the taste of his precious Zen’in DNA. Grabbing your panties from the floor, you spit the remaining essence of him into them and toss them back down.

Standing, you place your palms on his shoulders and shove him onto the chaise, throwing one leg over his chest to straddle him.

“Why don’t you shut up, put your mouth to good use for once and try to make me cum this time.”

His eyes are bright and filled with equal parts rage and hunger as he grabs you, forcing you forward over his face. He wastes no time in pulling you down so his lips can connect with your pussy in a lewd, loud, wet kiss before slipping his tongue deep inside.

Naoya forces you down in the most awkward position; one leg folded, next to his face while the other is on the floor, helping balance yourself as you move your hips against his face, softly whining each time his nose gently grazes your clit.

He digs his nails into the fleshy part of your hips, you told him no marks earlier, and this is likely bruise; at least these can be easily hidden. While gripping tighter, he lifts you slightly to adjust himself beneath you to let his tongue trail around your clit. As you shudder, he latches on, focusing all of his attention into that one spot.

He’s not interested in exploring, like a lot of other guys, oh no. He found this spot and he��s going to stay there until you completely come undone for him. You’ll give credit where it’s due – and it is due. He’s a devil with his tongue.

He might be the devil himself, but that’s a note to take away for a different session.

As he obscenely sucks, you let out a series of high-pitched moans and continue to roll your hips on his face, your release fast approaching.

He chuckles at your neediness, the vibrations traveling through you, making your toes curl and the world comes crashing down as you bite your own lip, trying not to yell out profanities as you cum, drenching his mouth with your fluids as he laps around.

Naoya continues to hold onto your hips, preventing you from straying away as your legs shake and squeeze in around him, instinctively trying to suffocate him. He hums appreciatively of everything your body’s offered, likely boosting his already inflated ego, before loosening his grip, allowing you to move back to his chest to recover.

As he licks his lips, determined not to waste any of your essence, you scoot back further, the apex of your thighs resting on his hard dick. Teasing him, you roll your hips several times allowing yourself to grind on his length.

He groans, trying to grab your hips to lift you but you swat him away, set on maintaining your teasing, allowing the tip to brush against your entrance several times.

“Fuck! Just get on my cock already!” It was so nice when he was quiet while you were riding his face. Unfortunately now, his mouth isn’t busy doing the one good thing it could do.

Looking to the ground, you spot your discarded ascot and panties next to each other and get an idea. Leaning down, you grab the ascot first and gather his hands, swiftlet knotting the scarf around his wrists and lifting them over his head. There is an old radiator in your office next to the sofa, so you tie his hands to that.

“You stupid bitch, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He scowls.

Realistically, he could easily break out of this restraint if he wanted to, but despite his angry words, he makes no effort to move as you tug on the fabric, making sure it will hold.

“I liked it better when you didn’t talk,” you state calmly, leaning down and grabbing the spit and cum filled panties from the ground.

“You worthless brat! You’re go-” he’s cut off by the crack of your palm meeting his cheek, the sound drowned out by the deep groan he emits. You take the opportunity of his distraction to shove the defiled panties into his mouth. His eyes widen in disbelief once again as the rest of his groan is muffled.

“Much better,” you sigh with relief, knowing you won’t have to listen to him again until you decide to remove the gag. Or if he gets impatient and breaks the restraints, but that’s a thought for if it happens.

Lifting yourself, you grab his cock and place the tip at your entrance, allowing yourself to slowly sink down.

“ Fuuuuuck ,” you whine at the feeling of being stretched and filled until your plush ass meets his hips.

Naoya would probably be saying something right now about how your pussy feels so good, but instead he lets out several loud stifled sounds as his eyes roll to the back of his head. You don’t bother starting off slow, instead you chase the high you were denied from his hands earlier, ruthlessly riding his dick.

“Gonna use you like my own little fuck toy,” you grind your hips further into his, “how’s that make y-you feel, Zen’in? Hm?” You ask breathlessly, riding up and down his length, “does it make you f-feel worthless? Like less of a man?”

Looking him over, his pupils are blown, filled with lust and loathing as you roll your hips, finding the angle that provides you with the most pleasure. His cheeks are pink, extending across his nose to the tips of his ears, and down to the top of his chest. Lips are kiss swollen and black eyeliner smudged around his eye from sweat, hair sticking to his forehead.

Once you find your rhythm you decide to give another resounding slap to his other cheek, so both sides match as he grunts with pleasure. Letting your hands fall to his shoulders, he fucks into you as you drag your nails down his chest with each thrust, hard enough to leave marks, you’re sure.

Trailing your hands up your body to your breasts, you message them as your nipples harden, pinching and rolling them between your fingers. Naoya hums in delight watching intently while your slick coats his length, covering his balls.

As his cock rubs against the sensitive spot on your insides, your breath quickens and legs shake beneath you each time your clit brushes against his groin with every roll of your hips. It doesn’t take long for the waves of pleasure to course through your body.

He thrashes against the radiator forgetting his hands are tied as you cream on his cock for the first time, clamping around him so hard you might as well be trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

Which isn’t a lot, in your opinion.

“How do you like being the bitch for once?” You pant; this spurs him on to adjust his legs and pulls his arms, still connected to the radiator. He bucks his hips up several times eliciting several moans from you as his cock kisses your cervix in the most delicious way.

“Tell me, pretty boy, what is it you really want?” you question, genuinely wanting to know since he treats everyone like they’re beneath him. This is supposed to be a therapy session after all, so might as well see what you can get out of him, right?

He tries to speak, but it’s muted due to the panties so you remove them and toss them aside. He pants, trying to catch his breath as his hips piston hard and deep, punctuating each point.

“Someone to obey,” thrust , “and someone to ruin,” thrust .

You yelp with each of his thrusts, trying to make a mental note to remember his answer for a later session. You continue to erratically bounce on him, meeting each of his steady thrusts with a loud slap, skin on skin, filling your otherwise quiet workspace.

“Don’t cum,” he demands as he feels your pussy gripping around his cock.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” you shoot back, both hands on his chest as he continues to pump mercilessly into you until the coil in your stomach snaps and breaks, walls pulsating around him, vision blurred white as you cum around him.

The feeling of you clamping down causes him to bite his lip and arch his back; knowing he’s going to be cumming soon too, you quickly remove yourself from him sitting back on his thighs. His eyes widen as he looks at you like you’ve betrayed him – it’s bad enough you’re fucking him, but there’s no way in hell you’ll let him cum inside you.

You’ll never admit it to him, but he was a good fuck, maybe still not as good as Gojo would have been, but still good nonetheless, so you’ll let him cum.

“No way I’m gonna be stuck around you for years,” you explain as you grab his length, stroking vigorously until his eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets out several deep strangled moans, pulling hard on the radiator, as his precious Zen’in seed covers his chest.

After you catch your breath, you remove yourself from his legs and search for your clothes on the floor. Finding the panties that are soaked in both your spit, you toss them into the trash under your desk; you’ll need to remember to empty that before you leave, so nobody accidently sees them.

“If you take anything away from this, it should be that you don’t need to be in charge of everything. You might be surprised just how freeing that can truly be.” You try to explain as you untie his hands; he continues to lay on the chaise, catching his breath rolling out his wrists, “you can use the bathroom over there to clean yourself and get dressed. Be back in five minutes for the rest of your session.”

“Fucking psycho bitch,” he mutters to himself as he begrudgingly stands and stalks off to the bathroom with his clothes while his cum drips from his chest down to his abdomen.

You decide to ignore his comment and choose to take a deep breath instead and get dressed too. After straightening your skirt and slipping your shoes back on, you take your seat across from the chaise once again.

When Naoya returns, seven minutes later, you note, he takes his seat. Looking him over, his cheeks are still tinged pink, hair more romantically tousled than dishevel-

Nope. Good god, get those thoughts out of your brain right now. This is not going to be a thing.

Sighing, you grab the legal pad from the coffee table between the two of you and click the top of the pen, ready to write. His session is over in about 20 minutes. Let’s see how painful we can continue to make this for him.

“So, Naoya, tell me about your mother.”

[idrilka]

in which i tell you to go watch weak hero: class one

it's me, hi, i'm the problem (here to recommend yet another drama), it's me. it's a good one, though, i'm serious.

so you know how you watch one drama that comes absolutely out of nowhere and makes you feel like you're seeing colors only shrimp can see? and you know how you're like, yeah, that experience is not gonna repeat any time soon, except then it does, and you end up writing 35k in a month like a woman possessed because the story just won't let you go? anyway, this is how we got here with weak hero class 1.

to be completely honest, prior to watching this drama, i'd thought i was largely done with enjoying stuff set in high school (notable exceptions apply!). i have not been in high school for a… number of years, and these days i'm just less likely to reach for high school-set fiction (though, again, if the story is good, i don't care what the setting is). but then a lovely anon on tumblr pointed me to this drama, so i checked out the premise, thought, "hm, maybe when i'm in the mood," and left it alone. turns out, i got in the mood pretty soon, and what i've ended up with are two separate fandoms which are simultaneously eating my brain. i don't know if i'd actively recommend this as an experience, because i'm pretty sure it's illegal to have so many feelings at the same time, but i'm not complaining, either.

more to the point, if you've seen me yelling about this drama here or on twitter, just know that when i say this was, in a surprising twist of events, my favorite drama that came out in 2022, i'm not exaggerating. i was not prepared for the absolute emotional punch that it delivered, and i was definitely not prepared to adopt two new boys to cry over. if you've seen and loved school 2013, this is, imo, required viewing. the emotions that weak hero gave me were the exact same kind i felt while watching school 2013, and truly, namsoon and heungsoo walked so suho and sieun could run.

apart from all the other things to recommend it, i feel like it captures the fraught transitional period of adolescence so, so well, without resorting to cliche or trite messages. quite the opposite, it's absolutely unflinching in dissecting all the ways in which teenagers are failed by the systems and people supposed to protect and care for them, and how, in many cases, what's left when all of that is gone is the last resort of violence.

and this is, without a doubt, a violent drama, but while the violence thrums in its veins, it doesn't at any point feel gratuitous or titillating. it's raw and honest, while at the same time the fight choreography is really well done and, at times, pretty unusual (if you've ever wanted to see conditioning done with a pen, look no further).

this drama doesn't waste even a second of its 8-episode run. it's tightly plotted and well-paced, but at the same time it's so, so good at working with stillness and silence - with all those moments of anticipation before the violence breaks out. i don't remember the last time i felt so tense (in the best possible way) while watching television - and it just builds and builds throughout the season, making the sense of dread palpable. this is accompanied by a very good score and some really neat cinematography.

what really makes this drama, though, are the performances. the three leads are, frankly, phenomenal and the actors deserve all the praise. park jihoon is amazing as yeon sieun, an exemplary student with neglectful parents who one day snaps when his bullies go a step too far. i've enjoyed choi hyunwook in everything i've seen him in, and this one is no different, because his ahn suho is one of my favorite fictional characters of recent years. he's so good in this role, and his chemistry with park jihoon is sizzling. i'm just saying, there's a reason why google autocompletes "is weak hero class one" with "a bl", and you know what, it should have been. all of their interactions sparkle (just like sieun's enormous eyes), and their dynamic is just so much fun. the fact that suho keeps looking at sieun like he wants to lick him and keeps calling him cute and taking him on scooter rides/dates also helps. and then there's hong kyung who gives a wonderfully nuanced performance as oh beomseok and carries that energy through all the way to the end. but it doesn't end there! the supporting cast is also excellent, with such standouts as lee yeon as youngyi or shin seungho as seokdae.

honestly, i've had so much luck recently with some truly excellent dramas, but even among those, whc1 is a definitive standout. it doesn't pull its punches, and it's so effective at getting its themes across, and i need season 2 right about NOW.

now, to leave you with something more than just my words, here's a masterclass in establishing a character in ~3 minutes (or: the meet-cute/meet-violent): link

[bad268]

Bottles (CC! Quackity X Reader)

Fandom: RPF

Requested: No

Warnings: Use of Quackity’s name (Alex)

Pronouns: you/your/they/them

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Summary:  The story of how Alex and the Reader became a couple.

As always, my requests and ships are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^@/Alex’s Twitter/my profile pic)

On your first day in college, you ran into someone. The campus was huge, and you did not account for getting lost. And you certainly did not plan on running into someone. Looking up, you make eye contact with a guy sitting on the ground across from you who was wearing a black hoodie and red beanie. You anxiously began collecting your bag that fell off your shoulder and the few papers that flew out of it, “I’m so sorry! This campus is bigger than I expected, and I’m lost.”

“Hey, it’s not a problem. I’m Alex by the way,” he responded, helping you grab the papers, one of which being your schedule. “Oh, you’re heading to Justice Studies and Law with Weins?”

“I’m Y/n, and yeah, I’m studying law,” you responded, looking over to the sheet he was looking at. “I don’t even know where that building is!” “I do! It’s actually that way,” he pointed behind you as he stood up, holding a hand out for you. You took it and stood up, brushing dirt off of your pants. “I can go with you. I have that class too.”

“No way! That would be amazing. Thank you,” You expressed while turning to head toward the classroom.

“It’s not a problem, but we gotta hurry,” Alex rushed, “Class starts in 2 minutes.”

~~

On your first group assignment, you were paired with Alex. You needed to do a presentation on a policy that could be implemented to reduce recidivism (the tendency of a criminal to reoffend). We needed to put together a research paper, outlining our methods, and we needed to make a slideshow to present to our professor. Today, we were meeting up at the library to start the project.

I was sitting at one of the tables with a couple of books on recidivism rates and possible methods to combat it. It was nearly 4 PM, and we agreed to meet at 3, yet Alex had not shown up yet. I decided I would just call him to see what was going on.

On Alex’s side, he completely forgot about the project. He was streaming Roblox with a couple of his friends when his phone started ringing. He laughed it off, telling chat it was probably his mom, before looking down to see your name on the screen. Chat immediately noticed how wide his eyes became and started spamming questioning remarks in the chat. Alex quickly answered the phone and muted his stream, “Hey, Y/n/n. What’s up?”

“Our project?” You responded. “The one that we agreed to meet at the library for?”

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry! I thought that was tomorrow!” He freaked out, moving to start ending the stream without addressing the chat. He sent a message to the group chat saying he had to leave urgently. He started shutting his monitors off, ran around his room, grabbing his school supplies, and ran out the front door to get to the library quickly. “I’m an asshole, I’m sorry!”

“No, don’t worry about it, Alex,” you reassured. “I got to get some good research in, and I think I have a few good ideas for our paper.”

“I still feel shitty that I made you wait,” Alex said, walking through the courtyard toward the library. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

“How about this,” you proposed, “You do the whole slideshow, and we work together on writing the paper?”

“Deal, but I still feel bad,” He admitted. He paused for a second as he walked into the library before spotting you at the table and hanging up the phone. He approached the table, and set his bag down before he got an idea, “how about I also take you to dinner tonight?”

“Like as a date?” You asked.

“Yeah, as a date,” Alex responded, but stopped for a second before adding, “Unless you’re uncomfortable with that, then it can just be as friends, or as partners, but not like relationship partners, but work partners-”

“Alex, chill,” you cut his rambling off, “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

~~

On your first date, he took you to McDonalds and the beach. Being the broke college students you were, he took you to McDonalds, and instead of eating at the McDonalds, you walked to the beach where you would watch the sunset. You guys stopped off at the pop shop on the corner and got classic sodas since the McDonalds was out of Sprite.

Getting to the beach, you took off your shoes once you started walking on the sand, and Alex took the lead in finding a good spot to sit to see the sunset. He ended up finding a cement table that no one was at, so he made a beeline for it. Setting the bags of food down, he turned around to grab the bottles from your hand, so you could sit at the table. “Is this a good spot?” “It’s perfect, Alex,” you responded, setting your bag down beside you as you sat down facing the ocean. Alex sat next to me, and we started eating our food. “So tell me, what were you doing when I called you?”

“Honestly, I was playing a video game with my friends,” Alex admitted. Honestly, he did not want to flat-out say he was streaming, so he settled for saying what he was doing. “No way, what game?” You responded, enthusiastically. “I love video games!”

“Really? We were playing Roblox, but we usually play GMod or Minecraft,” He answered with a smile. You did not look like the type of person to enjoy video games, but he learned to never judge a book by its cover.

“I love those games! If you ever need an extra, I’d be down to play with you guys,” you offered, turning to look at the ocean. The sun had just started to go down, and instead of looking out with you, Alex was staring at you. He did not know what he did to meet you, get partnered with you, or even get to take you out on a date. He definitely thought that not showing up for the project would cause you to hate him, but on the contrary, it brought you two closer. Alex was caught off guard when you suddenly looked at him, “you want to know something funny?”

“Sure,” he laughed lightly without even knowing what was funny.

You leaned in closer to Alex before whispering, “I am actually deathly afraid of oceans, but I love beaches.” Upon seeing Alex’s confused face, you started giggling to yourself.

“What?” He laughed in disbelief. “What do you mean?”

“Like I hate how deadly oceans are, and how we don’t know what’s in them. I’m afraid of the unknown,” You explained. “However, I love the significance of beaches. It’s halfway between land and ocean, but my parent and I would always throw bottles with letters into the ocean during monumental moments.”

“That’s interesting,” Alex responded. “Did you do one for your first day of college?”

“No,” you paused before looking away with a sigh, “my parent passed away a year ago, so I didn’t think it would be right to do it myself, y’know?”

“Well, what if I started doing it with you?” Alex offered. Your head shot over to look at him in questioning, seeing if he was lying or making fun of you. “I think it sounds really cool, and if it means so much to you, I’ll do it with you.”

“Wow really?” You gasped in shock. He just nodded in response with a small smile. You threw your arms around him, and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, hugging you back. “Thank you, Alex. That would be awesome.”

“I guess we have some letters to write,” He said pulling out a notebook and two pens. He ripped out a page for you and a page for him. At this point, the sun was almost entirely set, and the streetlights were illuminating the table.

08/04/2019

I don’t know how to start this…

Um, I guess I just started college and it’s been rough trying to balance school and streaming, but I’m getting there. My viewers have been growing recently so I’m thankful for that, but I also get so nervous because I think someone will recognize me in class. Hopefully, that doesn’t happen. Anyway, I also met Y/n, and holy shit, I want to be around them all the time. They’re just so interesting to be around, I might actually like them, but I’m not sure how they feel about me yet. We’ll see.

-Alex

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08/04/2019

To whoever finds this,

I started college a couple of weeks ago, and it’s been insane. The workload has not been nearly as bad as I thought, and the classes are so interesting! I’m really liking the college life so far. I met this guy, Alex, and he’s really nice. Except for the fact that he made me wait an hour for our PLANNED meeting for a project we have. Other than that, pretty good. Anyways, thanks random person who finds this!

~Y/N

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At some point, while writing your letter, you started shivering. The light jacket you brought to class was no match for the change of weather. Alex, however, noticed immediately and started moving closer to you; eventually, he moved to wrap his arm around your shoulder. Looking up from your letter, you smiled at him before leaning into him more as you rolled the paper up and put it in the now empty soda bottle. Alex already had his rolled up and put it inside the bottle, so once you got yours set, you both stood up and walked towards the shore.

“Throw it as far as you can, and hope it doesn't come back,” you laughed, chucking the bottle into the never-ending water. He laughed as well, throwing his toward the horizon.

~~

On your third date, he asked you to be his significant other. The date was chill. He invited you over, you both cooked some steak, and then you watched a movie. You were currently sitting next to him, engrossed in the movie. It was one of Alex’s favorites, and afterward, you guys decided to watch your favorite movie. While you were focused on the TV, Alex was looking between you and the screen. He had his arm across the back of the couch, and he wanted to put it around your shoulder. He saw you shift slightly closer to him, so he took the chance and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You looked up at him before smiling and leaning deeper into his side as you looked back at the screen.

“You know, I really like you, Alex,” you said randomly as the credits rolled through.

“Like enough to level up?” He joked.

“Is that you asking me to be your significant other?” You laughed. He just smiled nervously with a pleading look in his eyes. “Of course!”

At some point during the second movie, you had fallen asleep. The original plan was to take you back to your apartment, but he did not have the heart to wake you up. Thus, he just picked you up, took you into his bedroom, and laid you on his mattress. He plugged in your phone and made sure your alarm was on since you had class in the morning. Instead of staying in there with you, he went back to the living room to sleep on the couch. He was not tired yet, but he remembered your first date when you told him that the bottle-throwing was for monumental moments. To him, this was a monumental moment.

10/13/2019

Wow, I did it.

I asked Y/n to be my significant other, and they said yes! If someone finds this bottle but not the others, here's a little backstory: Y/n and I met on our first day of college, and I fell for them, literally. We went on our first date a couple of months ago, and I can’t remember what it was like without them. I think I may love them, but right now, I’m just glad they’re my significant other. Maybe next, I’ll tell them what I do for a living.

-Alex

The next morning, you woke up in an unfamiliar room to your alarm. You sat up to look at it, and there was a note next to your phone.

Hey, had an early lecture. Feel free to stay as long as you want or eat anything in my fridge haha. I know you have a 12 o'clock lecture, so if you leave early or I’m not back, there’s a key on the kitchen counter. Take it with you <3 Alex

Cute.

~~

On the first day of your second semester, he asked you to move in. You were already over at his place every night since he lived closer to campus, and you were going out every other night. It seemed like the next step, and you were more than happy to move in. Your roommates were, quite literally, from hell and your lease was up at the end of the month.

When he asked you, you were sitting at the beach on New Year's Eve, watching the fireworks. Something about fireworks on the beach just seemed better than watching the ball drop on TV before lighting a few small fireworks in your driveway. Plus, you guys didn’t spend a dime on fireworks; it was a free show. The only things you did buy were some dinner and sodas from the bottle shop. You two had been sitting at the same table as your first date, and when you finished eating, Alex pulled you closer to his side with his arm around your shoulders. “What’s your New Year’s resolution?” You asked, leaning into him as the wind blew a little harder. “I want to go to the gym, but with my schedule this semester, I don’t know if I’ll manage that.”

“I want to do more in my job,” he said vaguely. He still hadn’t told you about streaming, but he did say he was a public figure. “I’d also like to spend the next year with you, mi vida.”

“Wait, actually?” You gasped in shock. He nodded and smiled, looking intently at you. “I would spend every minute of every day with you if I could. I love you, Alex.”

“I’m glad you love me, too. It makes this next question easier,” he trails off, pulling away to grab both of your hands. He lifted them up to place small kisses along your knuckles. He took a deep breath before asking, “Would you like to move in with me?”

“What? Are you serious, Alex?” You retorted with wide eyes. You could not believe he wanted you to move in with him already.

“I mean-” he stumbled. “We could stay in the same room, or you can have the guest room! Either works for me, but don’t feel pressured to say yes! I’d hate for you to only say yes to make me happy because it wont-I mean, I’ll be happy if you do but I won't be upset if you say no-”

“Alex, slow down,” You cut off his rambling. He took a deep breath before looking into your eyes. “I would love to live with you, Alex.”

“Oh, no way?” He responded in shock. In all honesty, he did not think you would say yes despite hoping you would. You nodded with a smile as you leaned up to kiss him. He laughed into the kiss as everyone around you started cheering. Confused, you both pulled away and noticed the increase of fireworks and people kissing; it was January 1st, 2020. “Happy New Year, Y/n/n.”

“Happy New Year, Alex.”

01/01/2020

Happy New Year!

It’s the start of a new year and new beginnings! We are leveling up (Alex’s term, not mine!) our relationship and moving in together! We are also going into our next semester of uni, and we aren’t failing yet! I’ll take that as a win. Hopefully, nothing fucks up our plans haha

~Y/N and Alex

~~

On your first month of living together, you walked into him editing a video. You thought he was working on an assignment, but you walked in and saw a video that he was editing on his screen. It was a Roblox video. At first, you thought he was watching a video, but when you noticed him n the facecam, you knew that was what he meant when he said he was a public figure.

“You make videos?” You asked, setting the plate of food that you made for him on his desk.

“Ah,” he screamed, not noticing you walk in. He flushed red with embarrassment, turning to face you. “Oh, um yeah?”

“So like youtube videos or do you stream as well?” You asked curiously as you moved to sit on his lap to look at the screen better. “I’m really interested to know more.”

“Yeah, youtube and twitch, and are you actually interested, or are you just saying that to not hurt my feelings?” His eyes widened as he wrapped his arms around your waist and turned to make you both face the screen.

“No, it's really cool!” You replied enthusiastically. “I have a lot of respect for content creators. Takes guts to be under that much pressure.”

“I did not think it was possible to love you any more than I already did, mi amor,” He laughed, turning your face to kiss your cheek. “Take a look at this, I’ve been working on this for weeks!”

“Oh so this is what you do instead of this ‘incredibly huge project’ I see,” You laughed.

“Shush and watch.”

02/14/2020

Holy shit, he’s popular! I walked in on Alex editing a video, and he told me that he's been posting youtube videos for YEARS! AND THEY’RE GOOD?! I have never been so proud to call this guy mine <3

~Y/n

~~

On your second month of living together, you got stuck in lockdown. COVID-19 was raging in your area. So much so that classes were converted online, and the government mandate everyone stay at home.

To many, this would be the end of the world. To the two of you, you saw this as an opportunity. A chance for you to spend time together, for Alex to stream more, and for you to work on your assignments. You took more credits than Alex because you wanted to graduate early, so instead of having 12 credits like Alex, you are managing 23 credits.

“What’re you streaming?” You whispered as you walked into his recording room to ask. He had been in there all day, and you knew he had an assignment due the next day that he had not started.

“Hey,” He muted himself to chat. He wanted you to keep your privacy for as long as possible since he did not know your position on being introduced to chat. “Minecraft.”

“Oh, you should teach me to play one day,” You thought aloud.

“Whatcha need, mi hermoso?” He replied, looking over at you slightly.

“You’ve been in here for three hours, and you have an assignment due tomorrow that I know you haven’t started,” You explained. “I just wanna make sure you complete it on time.”

“Aw, thank you, cariño,” He smiled, endearingly, turning his attention back to his chat. He sees comments flying by, asking who he is talking to, why he was smiling, and a load of people being banned. He unmuted himself, “Alright guys, Imma head out. I have an assignment I forgot about, but I’ll stream in a couple of days with Sapnap and Karl, so look out for that. Later guys!” With that, he ends the stream and gets up to leave the room, pulling you with him. “I’ll work on it if you cuddle with me while I do it.”

“As long as you let me up to make dinner tonight and we go on a beach walk tonight. I want to leave the house, but I’m also craving enchiladas,” You posed, leading him to the living room where you already had his laptop charged and set on the couch.

“Deal,” he laughed, pulling you into a kiss. “You make the best enchiladas. Also, I will definitely teach you Minecraft.”

03/21/2022

Alex is gonna teach me Minecraft! I’ve never played before, so it will be interesting. From what I know, he builds and fights a lot, so it will be fun to learn both of them. Also, he needs to get better at remembering his assignments. If he can't remember assignment due dates, he might forget bigger dates like our anniversary. Hopefully not, but we’ll work on it haha

~Y/n

~~

On your first stream, you pulled the biggest audience he’s ever had. Maybe that was because it was a Jackbox stream, maybe it was because 5/5 feral boys were there, maybe it was because of you, or maybe it was because Alex named the stream, “Jackbox with 5/5 and s/o.”

“Chat, chat, chat!” He started off. You could hear him in the room over, but you were in the discord call with his friends. They started talking about leaving the call or being silent when he joined.

“Hey, guys, that’s mean,” You reasoned. “He’s streaming!”

“I’m sorry, but who asked?”

“Who even are you?”

“Bro literally no one asked.”

“It’s funny.”

“It’s really not,” you said quietly. “He’s just trying to get content.”

“Well news flash,” the first guy said before shouting, “no one cares!”

“Karl what the fuck!” Alex yelled as he unmuted himself in the discord call. “Guys, this is Y/n, my s/o.”

“Oh shit,” Karl mumbled. “I’m sorry Y/n, it’s part of the joke.”

“Doesn’t sound like a joke to me,” You snapped with a small smile, remembering how one of Alex’s streams took 30 minutes to start because of this, “Sounds like bullying.”

“That’s just how we are. Get used to it,” the second guy said. In the call, the name ‘Sapnap’ lit up, so I knew it was one of Alex’s best friends.

“Ok you guys know who I am, so who are you?” You started as Alex began pulling up the game. “I know Sapnap and Karl, but who else is on this call?”

“I’m Dream,” the third guy responded. The profile picture that lit up was green, and you thought you remembered seeing a video for Dream on Alex’s recommended page.

“You should know who I am, Alex probably talks about me a lot,” a British guy boasts.

“You’d be surprised,” You admitted. “He talks a lot about Sap and Karl, but he never talks about a British guy.”

“Quackity, what is wrong with you!” He screams. “You don’t talk about me?”

“Jesus Christ, I do, but I never mentioned that you were British,” Alex explained with a laugh. “Y/n/n, that’s George.”

“Oh, Gogy!” You exclaimed with recognition. “Are we gonna get started or not?”

“Yeah, but no pandering or I swear to god-”

05/09/2020

The first stream, the best stream? I mean it went well. I won a couple of games, but I learned very quickly that pandering toward Dream and George worked out almost 100 percent of the time in quiplash. I also DEMOLISHED Alex in madverse city. His autotune was no match for my roasts.

~Y/n

~~

On your first anniversary, you streamed. You guys were still in lockdown, and you had been appearing in almost every stream since your first appearance. The chat loved you, and they loved the playful bickering between you and Alex. Today’s stream was a Spanish stream. Alex thought it would be funny to react to Spanish soap operas with you, and you did not have a problem with it.

“Oh my god, chat! She cheated on him!” You gasped into the microphone. “He’s never going to forgive her.”

“Hey, maybe he’ll give her the benefit of the doubt,” Alex countered. You two sat in silence for a few seconds, looking at each other, and challenging each other’s ideas, before breaking into laughter. You leaned back into him from your spot on his lap as he kissed your head. “Let’s just keep going. Chat, clip that.”

“Oh my god, chat no!” You shouted as Alex laughed and pressed play on the video. Turns out, the man was also cheating on the woman with her mom. Alex and I both gasped dramatically when this was revealed. Then, the woman, revealed that the man she was cheating on him with was his dad. We gasped again, but it got even worse. The scene faded to the man’s dad and the woman’s mom on a romantic dinner. That was the end of the season. “Jesus Christ, chat”

“Plot twist,” Alex signed with wide eyes. “What if the plot of the next season is that they’re siblings?’

“Ew, oh my god, Alex no!”

10/13/2020

One year. Wow. That’s all I have to say. What did I do to deserve them?

-Alex

~~

On your second anniversary, Alex started thinking you were it for him. You did not care that he had, unintentionally and accidentally, agreed to be in Tommy’s lore stream, so he was in his office all day. When he finally came out at almost 10 PM, you were passed out on the couch as if you were waiting for him. He looked in the kitchen and found a plate of enchiladas in the microwave for him. He smiled to himself before going to lift you off the couch. You stirred a little but did not actually wake up, so he took you into your shared room to lay you on the bed. He did not want you to hurt your neck from the way you were laying, and he would be in there right after he ate. As he was about to leave, he heard the bed start moving, so he turned around to see your eyes opening.

“Alex, how was the stream?” You mumbled, sleepily.

“Great, it turned out better than expected, but you go back to sleep. I’m gonna go eat and I’ll be back in here,” He whispered, coming up to the side of the bed to push some hair away from your eyes.

“No,” you whined. Alex laughed at you as you lifted your arms for him to carry you. “I wanna stay with you.”

“I’m just going to eat, mi vida” he chuckled lightly, trying to tuck you into the bed. “Stay here.”

“No it’s our anniversary, and I wanna be with you,” you pleaded. “Are you gonna deny me what I want on our anniversary?”

He rolled his eyes, but he knew you would not let it go. Thus, he caved, “Fine, hold on.” He moved to pick you back up from the bed to take you to the kitchen with him. Despite knowing you would probably fall asleep again, he did not think you would be out cold by the time he made it to the kitchen. He still did not let you go, though.

He navigated the kitchen with one arm wrapped around you while still trying to eat. As he was finishing up, you started mumbling in your sleep, but he thought you were talking to him. “Hmm?”

“Alex,” you whispered. He waited for you to continue, but then he realized that your eyes were still closed. He chuckled before rubbing up and down your back for a couple of seconds before you said, “I do.”

His heart stopped. He was freaking out. Did you know that he was thinking of proposing? No. Simple. No one knows he was thinking of it. He has not told any of his friends or family that he had even started thinking about it. Now, he knew.

He was going to propose to you.

~~

On your third anniversary, you and Alex had nothing planned. No streams and no assignments. Everything just seemed to work out for you to actually do something romantic for your anniversary However, you two had very different descriptions of romantic.

“Why are we at McDonalds?” You laughed from the passenger seat of Alex’s car as he pulled into the parking lot. “I thought we were going somewhere fancier.”

“I thought it would be cute to recreate our first date,” he explained as he shut the car off. Suddenly he looked super nervous, but you did not notice. “We could do something else if you want?”

“Oh no, that really cute actually,” you laughed, pulling off your seatbelt. Before you could open your door, Alex was on the other side, holding it open for you with his hand for you to take. “Oh gracias, mi hermoso.”

You both went inside and ordered the exact same things as on your first date. Coincidentally enough, they were still out of sprite, so you made your way to the pop shop after you got your orders as you walked down toward the beach. The same table was open, so once you guys made it to the sand, you made a beeline for the table.

“Huh, just like last time,” you laughed as you set everything down.

“What’re the odds?” Alex also laughed as he set his stuff down.

There was only one difference between your first date and this one: it was lightly earlier. When you arrived at the beach, the sun had not begun setting yet. When you finished eating was when the sky started changing colors to oranges and pinks.

Over time, Alex had been helping you get over your fear of the ocean by walking closer and closer to the water. Today was the day that he was determined to get you in the water, even if it was just your feet. “What do you say?” He asked after explaining everything. “I’ll be with you the whole time, and I won't leave your side.”

“Okay, you’re lucky I trust you,” You laughed, grabbing his hand as you both stood up from the table and started walking toward the waves. Unbeknownst to you, Alex had gotten a few of his friends to help take pictures and a bottle. He wanted to make it seem like a bottle came back from the shore and in it, he would ask you to marry him. Unbeknownst to Alex, that would not work out as he planned.

As you walked down to the water, you talked about random topics, but once you reached the cold sand, you froze. You looked scared towards Alex, and he looked at you encouragingly. He let go of your hand to run ahead into the water that was barely covering his feet, hoping that seeing the level of water would ease your mind. “I don’t know, Alex. It seemed like a better idea when I wasn’t right at it.”

“Trust me, it’s not deep, mi amor,” he soothed. “You’ll be fine-” He kept going but you became distracted by a shining object floating on an upcoming wave. “Y/n/n?”

“Ooo what’s that?” Completely forgetting about the water, you rushed to grab the object which turned out to be a bottle. “Oh my god, Alex! It’s a bottle with a note! Let’s read it.” You excitedly ripped the top off and pulled out the rolled paper. Alex thought that it was the one his friend planted, but as soon as he saw the date, he knew it was a different one.

06/15/2021

I’m gonna do it. I am going to marry them. I love Y/n. I cannot deny that anymore. I love everything about them; their smile, their intelligence, their humor, their witty comebacks, their cooking, their personality, and most importantly, I just love them. They are the best person I could have ever met, and I cannot imagine my life without them. I know many will say that it’s too soon to know, but honestly, I feel like I’ve always known they were the one for me. I could never even fathom my life without them. That being said, mark my words random person reading this, I will marry Y/n.

-Alex

“Alex?” You gasped in shock as you turned to him to find him on his knee with a ring in his hand.

“I think the note speaks for itself,” he laughed, looking up at you, nervously. “Will you marry me, Y/n?”

“Jesus Christ, of course, I will!”

~~

On your wedding night, you streamed. What else were you going to do? Your flight to Bali was not until the morning, and you were both running on adrenaline. This time, you did an IRL Jackbox stream with your bridal parties. Alex had the feral boys, and you had your best friends, and you all competed against each other in a little not-so-friendly competition. Everyone was still in their outfits from the wedding, and chat was raving about it.

“Quackity, tell us how you proposed,” a text-to-speech bot voiced a donation as we started up the lobby.

“Let’s just say,” he started to build suspense, “it started and ended with a bottle.”

~~~~~

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Chapter 17 - k-drama moment (written 0.9k words!)

Incoming Call: Wonie

“You better tell me what happened today with you and Jay hyung or I’m personally confirming the dating stunt on the Twitter right now” was the first thing you heard from your best friend’s mouth as soon as you accepted the call. You knew one of your friends would’ve messaged you sooner after seeing your posts but of course, Jungwon had to be the first and extra one about it.

“I was going to tell you anyway” you pouted in defeat, flopping onto your bed. You have no choice but to tell Jungwon at his request knowing the menace he is capable of. It almost made you reminiscence of all the time Student Council President Yang Jungwon gave you detentions (totally abused his StuCo power at his best friend) for not telling him all the interesting school ‘tea’ you had heard during your science classes. You shudder at the thought.

“How was the date? Who invited? How did it even happen?! Oh my god.”

“It wasn’t a date! He was worried that I would be overwhelmed with the whole Twitter and fake dating thing so he just… you know, took me to a café and we talked about it” you cringe at your voice slowly losing volume by the end of your sentence and your cheeks heating up at the thought of you and Jay going on a date. It wasn’t a date, but you couldn’t stop yourself from imagining how a date with Jay would be.

You hear Jungwon sigh in defeat then persisting you to tell him the details because there was ‘no way it wasn’t a date.’ Which leads you to the current situation of recalling and re-telling everything for Jungwon to understand it wasn’t anything like a date.

Jay’s unexpected message brought a smile to your face, which had you excitedly jogged your way over, making extra sure you wouldn’t get lost this time when he asked to meet outside Hybe’s gym. Jay arrived a minute after, his hand naturally reached for your head and ruffled your hair softly. His hand then fell on the small of your back which ghosted there for a few seconds to slowly guide you to the ‘back parking lot’ (which is really just the staff parking lot), telling you the uber he requested was already waiting.

You had no clue where Jay was taking you and certainly didn’t expect to enter an almost empty café (save for the few businessmen busy typing away on their laptops paired with a lonely coffee on their table). You also didn’t expect the conversation to flow naturally since it was the first time being with him alone, but it was so easy talking to Jay, making it too easy to warm up to him. The conversation started with a small casual talk which lead to the current situation where you and Jungwon were both being asked to ‘fake date’ for publicity. You didn’t miss the way you thought Jay’s hearty laugh was adorable when you had told him how it all started about Jungwon walking in your vlive rapping converse high badly on purpose (and even imitating it) -but you won’t tell Jungwon that.

“Were you able to say no to our manager? If you ever feel like you can’t say what you want, tell me about it yeah? I’ll do my best to help. I think I’m pretty good at convincing our manager” you remember his exact sweet words and the smugness on his beautiful face, which has you giggling telling Jungwon about the memory.

“Thank you, but I think I managed to tell him. I see where they’re coming from, from a business point of view anyway. That’s why I’m not mad or wasting my energy thinking about it anymore, but I don’t think people’s emotions are something to play with, whether it’s our fans or people around us” you remember saying. “Don’t worry about me, I’m capable too!”

“You and Jungwon both really have positive energy and mindset. I see why people around you two smile at just your existence, but my offer is always ready for you when you need it okay?” Jay’s soft smile still resonates in the back of your brain, sending warmth to your cheeks but the memory of his hand reaching out to pinch your cheeks still has your brain malfunctioning and butterflies flying in your stomach.

“No way! He pinched your cheeks?! He’s never done that to me, and we’re supposed to be JayWon and Meowz!” Jungwon disturbs your mini throwback. “So… what happened next? Did you guys kiss or-“

“WONIE!” You protest.

“I’m just asking! Isn’t that how the flow goes? I’ve seen way too many k-drama to know where this is going” Jungwon defends clicking his tongue before falling into a second of silence “…so did you guys-“

“Yang Jungwon!” you interrupt him. “No! we did not!. After that, we just talked about our hometowns, schedules, and- that’s right! You didn’t tell me you guys were preparing for a comeback! I thought we tell each other everything!”

“We’re still preparing for it!” He argues “I don’t even know what’s actually happening since I’m still ignoring my manager so it’s not like I’m not telling you on purpose!”

“Besides! You get to know through your boyfriend and your little dates anyway” he adds

“Shut up! I’ll let you off this time” you glare at his name on your phone screen. “How’s ignoring your manager going by the way?”

“I’ve still got them blocked on my phone” he laughed “I should probably at least talk to them sooner for the comeback schedule though”

“Oh, that’s right! I’ll call you back later Wonie. I have to talk to my manager about the whole dating stunt too. I don’t want the public to find out I used to headlock your weak ass during middle school.”

“Excuse me?! You were the one who tripped on your own feet running!”

“Yeah, yeah. Catch up with you later! Tell Jay he’s my favourite!” you teased

“You’re pushing it”

“Good night! mwahh”

♡ Summary: Debuting as BE:LIFT Lab’s next solo artist, you reunite with your best friend Jungwon in Enhypen! With the groups’ quick fondness towards you, a certain member is sure he adores you extra with brotherly and senior care! But what if Jay finds that this doting is unlike his feeling towards his younger members because he definitely does not want to kiss Yang Jungwon like he does to you?!

an: yn/n won friendship is so real🙏

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[macverse]

What you hope you can change

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Chris wants you back but doesn't know if he deserves you. He sees how much he's ruined everything. He wants you to be happy, but it hurts to let you go.

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A/N: Well, I've accidentally started a mini-series. This was all supposed to be a one-shot, lol. The series started because @shipheart commented, “I wonder what the reader will do next” and then this happened.  I had a wild thought that this Chris/Reader couple could be the couple in Mi Amante and what happens in this series is what led them to start couples therapy. Some of the details are off but I like the idea that this is the back story. This series and Mi Amante are not related, it's just my headcanon within a headcanon, haha. I wrote once on something I was writing “I feel like I'm writing something much bigger than this is". I'm getting that same feeling again with these. It might be. Who knows. Special shout out to Vicky of Chris Evans fan page UK 🇬🇧 @chrisevansfanuk twitter. Since Mr. Evans had taken some time off when I started writing this, I need a secondary resource for content and research. These pages were a big help. Several 11 pm til much, much later writing well past the point of exhaustion sessions were supported by Vicky's pages. There was a very special sleepy moment where I was just blindly scrolling through your tweets cause I knew, I KNEW you had the info I needed but it was from months ago. I found it. Thank you so much.

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“Chris?” 

I didn't mean to be here. I did come here on purpose but I didn't think it would be that easy to find her. I'd thought maybe if I saw Y/N from far away, I could make up my mind. If she seems happy, if she seems like she’s in a good place, I could turn around and walk away. I could try to move on and let her go if she was okay.

That's not how it happened. We literally almost ran right into each other. One second I was deciding to give up, thinking it was providence that I hadn't seen her and the next I was colliding with Y/N.

“What are you doing here?”, Y/N asks after we’ve both recovered. “I’m honestly not following you. I heard from a friend that they'd seen you around here,” shit that sounds like I'm stalking her. She needs to know that I didn't mean for this to happen like this. I know I don't deserve a second of her time but if I can just get a moment then maybe things can be better. I hold my hands up, my palms forward as I continue, “I just wanna talk.” Uh, stress is cruel, fame's a lie

But you're special, on every level

Success is cool, money is fine

But you're special, another level The shock of Y/N leaving LA was like getting thrown into the deep end of a pool in the middle of winter. I realized too late that I was being an idiot. I was the reason she’d been there in the first place and I ignored her. I didn’t do it on purpose. My schedule kept filling up and my free time kept disappearing. I missed her but work was work. It couldn’t be ignored.

My assistant Josh had mentioned that he was getting a feeling that Y/N wasn't having a good time or didn't have much to do. He was the one who made sure I’d get a plus one so she could accompany me to my events. He'd even put together a list of exhibits and classes that I knew that Y/N would love, places we could go, and things we could do on dates but I kept putting it off because I was busy. 

I kept thinking later, later but she left before I could get to later.

Listen

I see the men, they wanna touch ya

That's when I tell 'em, uh huh

I guess I am a jealous lover

'Cause I ain't sharin' with another lover

Stress is cruel, fame's a lie

But you're special, on every level

Success is cool, and money is fine

But you're special, another level

I was a mess after she left. I didn't have the time to be a mess but the minute there wasn't a camera in my face I would break down, the facade I kept up would crumble away and all I could feel was heartache. I muddled my way through the rest of the projects I had in LA. I can't even remember if I did work that I was happy with or not. The ache Y/N left in my chest was irrepressible. I could barely breathe sometimes. 

The hole Y/N left in my life was tangible. You don't realize how entwined someone is into the fabric of every minute of your life until it hits you in the face. 

I didn't realize how the simple touch of her hand stopped my mind from racing. I didn't realize how seeing her and my dog safely at home brought me peace.

I didn't realize how the smell of her perfume on the sheets made me feel like I was home every night.

I didn't realize how much her smile warmed me from the inside and made my heart sing in my chest.

I just didn't realize how much I loved her in my life...

Want more? Read the rest on my AO3.

[str0l0gy]

DISASTER INC. — ONE. where’s the job at?

IN WHICH Hybe High School’s (HHS) gossip account is notoriously known for spreading false rumors about everyone affiliated with HHS. Sim Jake & Hwang Y/N: in the honor roll, athletic, award-winning students; both have so much in common, but don’t have the best… relationship with each other, to say the least. The way everybody knows that none of them want anything to do with each other has given them the image of Thee Enemies. What happens when they fall as one of HYBE NEWS’ victims? Both of their image take a 180 degree turn; from the two captains that despise each other to the cute couple that everyone ships. More & more rumors start to form around them & the only way to stop this is by finding the owner of HYBE NEWS Twitter account.

Jake ran passed the students in the school to the gym to see what Jay was talking about. Then it hit him. While the boys were in soccer practice yesterday, it had rained so the field became muddy. While he was putting things away in the gym, he forgot to clean up the muddy footprints he left on the gym. As soon as his eyes met yours, he knew he fucked up big time. You were cleaning his mess up — almost all of it — when he arrived. The rest of the boys were hiding outside the gym, not wanting to be involved with any of Jake’s mess.

“Oh, look who decided to appear,” you smiled at him, sarcasm dripping from you words.

“I’m so sorry, y/n-” he was cut off my a sudden pressure on his chest, you had pushed the mop against him. “Clean your shit up, now.”

You walked out of the gym, ignoring the group of boys eavesdropping from outside. Their eyes widened at your sudden presence, but they were quickly relieved as you didn’t react to any of them, just continued walking. After a few seconds, Jake popped up with panic radiating off his body, “Someone please clean this up, I have to talk to y/n.”

Heeseung took the mop from him, with his eyes still on Jake when he started running to find you. He finally caught up to you after a few steps.

“Please, please, pleaseee don’t tell the principal about this.” The boy followed you through the corridor, begging you to not snitch on him.

“Ew, back up. Don’t get too close…”

You felt a tug on your wrist, making you stop suddenly. Looking down, you were met with the sight of Jake’s hand wrapped around your wrist. Quickly snatching it away from his touch, you gave him a look of disgust. His eyes begging you to stay and listen to what he has to say.

“Don’t tell him, please? I was so tired and stressed yesterday that I forgot to clean up the mud on the floor, please don’t tell him.” His huge puppy eyes had desperation written all over them, you couldn't help but feel bad for him.

“I’m done with your shit, Sim. I cleaned half of your mess up before you even came to see what you did. You have one job and one job only. I’m not going to tell the principal, but I will make your life a living hell if you keep up.” You pointed a finger at him, walking away from him after you finished.

He felt bad you had to clean up his mess, once again, but Jake has never felt so relieved in his life; with soccer season coming up, he couldn’t put his captain and senior privileges at risk. Although you got on his nerves, he was thankful for your patience with him. He bolted out of the hallway after realizing he was late for his class, not knowing someone was watching them by the lockers.

ONE : where the job at?

A/N : i lied i’m so excited for this smau 😊😊

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